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[chaos-has-theories]

Heaptober Day 8: Keeper's Cottage

I was just going to repost last years entry. Then I was just going to "quickly color it". Ah well: have whatever this is.

[sunraies]

hey, absolutely love your work. it’s so mf good🫶

can I request a fic where rafe is absolutely obsessed with kook reader. Like he wants to go everywhere with them and is protective of them. To the point if one of his friends even mentions her he gets mad.

Thank you x

Thank you so much, honey! I hope this is ok. I kind of followed it on from Tear-stained Cheeks. I was thinking of doing more with Bug x

Bug

Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Warnings- reader nicknamed Bug, heated kiss (not really smut but a make out moment), fluff

How the nickname Bug came to be and how Rafe wants you to be his. Little does he know you feel the same.

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It was hard for him to get you out of his head. His younger sister's annoying best friend. Expect you weren't annoying in the bratty kind of way. No, you were unbelievably kind, and that annoyed him.

At first it was because of your kindness but then over time it became annoyance at how people teached you because of it.

Rafe first experienced your kindness when you had been playing with Sarah in the garden. You spent most of your days at Tannyhill.

While you and Sarah were happily playing on the grass, looking at bugs and giggling. Rafe was sitting in a tree, having climbed it out of boredom. Topper and Kelce were both busy, leaving him to spend the summer day alone.

"Buzz off," He yelled at a bee that kept buzzing around him before swotting at it and grunting in frustration.

"Rafe," you called up to him after running over to find out what he was yelling at. "If you leave it alone, it won't hurt you!"

"It won't leave me alone!" He yelled and continued hitting at it. "I'm gonna squish it! Die!"

"No!" You yelled up to him, but it was too late.

He squished the little bee against the tree branch, but in return, it strung his hand. Crying out in pain, he lost his balance in the tree and came tumbling to the ground. You were immediately at his side, telling him not to move before running inside, calling for Mr Cameron or Rose.

Later that evening, Rafe returned from the hospital with Rose. His left arm was in a cast and a sad look on his face. You found out from Sarah that Ward had scolded him for being in the tree.

"Here," you said softly, holding out a glass of lemonade to him as he sat on the patio.

"Go away, Bug." He scowled at you, but you sat beside him with your own glass.

"You can call me that." You hummed, "If it makes you feel better."

"Bug, Bug, Bug!" He snapped at you.

When you didn't respond or get upset like he wanted you to. He actually smiled. It was small, but he smiled. "Thanks, Bug."

The nickname Bug just stuck after that. So much so that even people in your friend circles were calling you it. Over the years, no one really knew where in came, and you didn't mind.

After catching you crying over, a fight with Sarah. Rafe vowed to himself to make sure you were happy. His sunshine girl was not allowed to be sad. Not on his watch. So that day after ice cream, he became a little obsessed over he odd fuzzing feeling in his heart you gave him. He didn't want to lose that.

He took you to the beach, the main land, for lunches and dinners. To the arcade or the movies. Anywhere you wished to go, he followed.

Kelce let out a low whistle as he looked over at the doorway. They were sat on the patio of Topper's back garden. With his parents away, it was the Kook party scence for the night.

"Damn, Bug looks fine tonight." His eyes watched as you entered the garden, and Rafe's did the same.

"Shut up," He grumbled at Kelce. He was right, but Rafe hated him talking about you in that way.

"What, man? She's single again." Kelce shrugged, "I can admire beauty."

"I said, shut the fuck up" Rafe warned, leaning forward in his seat, ready to lunge at Kelce if he said another word about you.

That's another problem he'd been having lately, ever since you had broken up with your ex. He felt like he was fighting off vultures left and right. Anytime someone mentioned you, even his closet friends, his anger wanted to bury them six feet under so they couldn't be anywhere near you.

"Yo, Bug!" Topper called out, earning a glare from Rafe. "Come join us"

You flashed him a grateful smile as although you knew pretty much everyone there. You felt a little alone. You normally had your boyfriend, now your ex or Sarah, but after your fight a few weeks ago. She had been spending more and more time with the Pogues. Leaving you to navigate Kook party life by yourself.

"Hi" You stood beside Rafe's chair, holding a solo cup, Top handed you as you joined them.

"Hi." Rafe smiled up at you.

"We were just talking about crushes, Bug." Topper smirked

"Oh, really? Let me go grab another chair." You handed Rafe, your cup, before looking around the garden for one.

Just as you were about to walk away, you felt a gentle tug on your wrist before stumbling into Rafe's lap.

"You can sit here." He smiled at you. "I got you, Bug."

You raised an eyebrow at him before nodding and getting comfortable as Rafe wrapped his arms around you.

"So who's is who's, then?" You asked, sipping your drink.

Topper said a girl named Elena, but you all know he was still in love with Sarah. Kelce said Rosemary, not daring to say you as you were sitting in Rafe's lap. Making it perfectly clear, he wanted you to his friends.

"Well, um," you looked down into your drink. "He's tall, handsome as hell." You described yours making them frown.

"We gave you names!" Kelce protested "that could be a number of people. I'm tall!"

You laughed but felt Rafe tense underneath you. You glanced over your shoulder at him. "What about you? You've been awful quite"

You didn't want to know the answer, but you did at the same time. The time you had been spending together recently had been wonderful, and you just wanted him to be yours but didn't want to ruin whatever friendship you had going.

"No one in particular," Rafe shrugged "Anyway we sound like a bunch of pussys. Enough with the girl talk"

A few laughs, drinks, and smokes later, you were leaning back into Rafe more. Wiggling a little as you laughed at something Topper said.

"Stop." He groaned, stilling your hips

"Wh. What?" You glanced back at him before you felt it. The bulge in his shorts. You gave him a wicked smirk. "Oh, this?" You moved more, gaining another groan before he pulled you closer. Pining you to his chest.

"Stop that," He whispered. "god, baby, you feel what you do to me"

Your cheeks burned a little, but you nodded. "You know, you know it's you. Right?"

"What's me?" He frowned

"Tall and handsome as hell," you whispered before gasping as he kissed your shoulder

"It's you too, Bug," He whispered against your skin. "It's always been you, baby"

His nose brushed against your as you turned your head to face him. His ring finger cupping you jaw. His lips brushed yours gently before you crushed yours against his. You only broke the kiss for a second to move. You straddled his lap as his hands cupped your thighs.

It was a hot, messy kiss, and you tried not to moan as you felt him grow beneath you. Your hands tangled in his hair. No caring who was watching. They would soon learn, you were Rafe Cameron's, and he was yours.

[jasmines-library]

Tried and True

WHUMPTOBER 2023 DAY FOUR: Prompt - Hiding an injury.

Fandom: Batfam/DC/Young Justice

Summary: During a fight with Bane you get critically injured but leave it hidden from your brothers. When they find out, it's a race against time to get you back to the safety of the manor. Warnings: Bullet wound, blood loss, near death experience, surgery, cursing. Word count: 2.8k Note: I'm super excited about this one. That's all i'm gonna say :)

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Bane fired three shots down the alleyway. They ricocheted off the bricks, clattering to the ground with a metallic ping. Dick Grayson hid crouched behind the lip of a building overlooking the alleyway, his mask pulled tight over his face. He watched with cautious eyes, surveying the villain before him. You were hunched over on the opposite side of the street dual daggers pressed firmly into the palm of your clammy hands. Damian and Jason lingered nearby, Tim opted to survey with his older brother. He had his bo staff hooked under his arm, ready to draw back and swing at any second. 

“I know you’re out there little birdies.” Bane sung, drawing out his steps as he paced the length of the alley. “Why don’t you come out for a little chat?”

He fired another round of bullets, this time up into the sky. Your little brother cast a look at you from your left, you held out a warning hand.

“Nightwing?” You asked into the coms quietly, careful not to draw unwanted attention. Even though Bane was outnumbered 5-1, he was still extremely powerful and if he caught one of you off guard, you would be in some deep shit. 

“We need to wait until he gets to the end of the alley. There’s a fork. We can flank him from both sides.”

The five of you watched intently as he walked, monotonously slow. When he was a mere few steps away from the end of the alley, Nightwing gave the signal and the five of you sprang into action, disguised and protected by the thick plating of your vigilante suits each specified to fit your needs. 

Landing roughly on your feet, you jumped from the building, reading your daggers in front of you. Your brothers formed a circle besides you, trapping bane between the three exits. He grinned manically.

“Finally! I thought I was going to miss out on all the fun.” 

He hoisted his gun up onto his shoulder and eyed the five of you up. The look on his face was mad; cynical. His eyes glistened beneath his mask as they settled on Robin. He fired, releasing a fresh wave of bullets, but the youngest was small and quick enough to slip away, behind a crate. 

With his back turned, Red Robin took his chance to make a move on Bane. He swung his staff in an arc, swiping at the giant's feet in an attempt to knock him to the ground. He wobbled, but spun around and knocked him out of the way, sending him flying into a nearby pile of junk.

“Red!?” You called out through the coms.

There was static as he shuffled around, coughing slightly as he tried to recover from having the wind knocked out from him. “All good.”

You moved next, Robin at your side. Using the walls, you propelled yourself towards Bane, trying to swing your dagger and lodge it anywhere on his exposed chest, only to have to skid across the floor as he swung his arm out to hit you. Although you weren’t successful, Robin had managed to get in a well placed slice along Bane’s torso. He had been aiming for the thick tubes which pumped him full of venom, but he wasn’t so successful. 

The five of you went many rounds with Bane, swinging, slicing and dodging as you tried to get the upper hand on the giant man. Though despite being outnumbered, he had still managed to get his own in on the five vigilanties. Red Hood was suffering a twisted ankle, and Robin had a trickle of blood running down the side of his temple where Bane had managed to strike him.

“Raven!” Nightwing hollered “Flank left.”

You retreated back round the alley with your eldest brother, twisting and navigating in the dinginess to flank him from his other side. When you returned, he had Tim pinned up against a wall, gasping for air and flailing, his feet struggling to scrape against the floor. You picked up your pace, feet slapping against the concrete. You swung, leaping high into the air and bringing your daggers down in a large sweeping motion, it lodged itself in one of Bane’s tubes, staunching the flow of venom pumping into his veins. You rolled across the ground and onto your feet, skidding against the asphalt as you dodged another swing that caught Robin instead. Nightwing was suddenly flanking from Bane’s otherside, cutting off the rest of the venom’s flow. Pulling Robin to his feet, he raised his katana.

With a signal from your brother cracking out over the coms, you gripped your daggers tighter, shifting them into a more comfortable grip in front of you. The humming of Dicks escrima sticks filled the alley. There was a beat, then you all charged, using bane’s weakness to your advantage. He took a large slice across his abdomen and a shock to his body. He roared, releasing a round of bullets into the brick. Dropping like a sack of flour the five of you pressed your body to the ground, trying to dodge the lethal pieces of metal he flung your way. And that was when you felt it, a raw indescribable pain that radiated across your body above your right hip. You stifled a cry, biting your lip beneath the cover of your mask. Your breath shuddered as you rose, trying to ignore the dark red patch that bloomed across the front of your suit. You readied your daggers, trying to conceal the wound with your arm. You were hoping that the cover of the darkness would help disguise it from your brothers. 

From his place on the ground, Jason fired at bane, distracting him from Tim, who swung his bo staff again at his feet, this time bringing him to the ground. Stepping forwards,you pressed your dagger to his neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to get the message across. He howled and grunted as Nightwing and Red Hood made quick work of securing him with rope they had stored on their suits, then delivering a quick blow to his head to render the giant unconscious. 

Nightwing took a step back and sighed, dropping his twin fighting sticks to the ground. “Is everyone ok?”

There was a chortle of agreement between the comms. You sheathed your daggers in the hosters at your hip, groaning as your fingers brushed against the pulsating wound. 

“Call B, tell him we have Bane.”

“Copy.” You said, flicking through the channels on the comms to call your father. He answered gruffly, signifying that he would be on his way on his way over as soon as he could. You heard the rumble of the batmobile in the background. 

“B’s on his way.” You told your brothers, changing the coms back. “He’ll be here soon.”

You glanced down at your stomach, still oozing blood, crossing his arms in front of you, trying to hide the growing patch and keep some pressure on it. You could feel the warm, stickiness against your skin clinging to the fabric of your suit. You couldn’t feel the exit wound, piercing the back of your flesh. Just the thought of the bullet still lodged inside of you made the pain worsen tenfold. You just had to hope that you would get back to the manor in time to stitch yourself up. 

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Left, Right. Left, Right.

You had never been more glad to see the silhouette of the wayne manor, illuminated by the lights from the many windows that had been left on whilst you were out on patrol. You were trudging back slowly with your brothers after finishing up on patrol and ensuring that The Bat had bane secured and was taking him to Arkham. Your steps had grown sluggish, your vision doubled and your breaths uneven as you tried to keep up pace with your brothers, only to end up falling behind anyway. Your whole body ached, but nothing compared to the stabbing pain near your hip. You pulled your hand away from where you had been discreetly keeping pressure on it. Your head spun as you took in the sight of the blood dousing your hands. 

Left, Right…

Not much further now. You told yourself as you forced your body to keep pressing forwards. Home was so close but felt so so far away. You made your shaky legs push on, but with your hazy vision you swayed on your feet. 

Dick turned around, noticing your absence besides him. 

“Raven?” He asked, stopping in his tracks. His panicked tone alerted the rest of the boys. 

You were leaning on a nearby fence, trying to regain your composure.

“I- I’m fine. I just need-” 

Left…

Your body gave out beneath you as you tried to push yourself away from the wall, you were swallowed by a blinding pain; hot and inflamed as you collapsed in on yourself. Jason, the closest to you, rushed forwards before your body could collide with the hard asphalt. He laid you down tenderly so that your head was lying down on his lap. Dick was by your side patting down your body for the hidden injury, followed quickly by the other two.“Raven?” Damien stared at you with wide eyes. 

“Shit.” Dick cursed when his hand skimmed the tear in your suit, pulling it back with his fingers coaxed in your blood. 

You cried out in pain, eyes flying wide. 

Damien gripped your hand tightly, wincing at your pained expression when Jason hastily tore your mask away. He wiped away the tears which stained your cheeks. 

“AH!” Your face twisted when Dick ripped apart the fabric of your suit to get a better look at the wound; circular and ugly, only around the size of a penny, but it was already an angry shade of scarlet and was leaking more blood than you though you had in your body. The fabric which had matted with your blood tugged at your skin. You squeezed Damian’s hand tightly.

“R, what happened?” 

“...Shot.” You forced out. 

Jason reached around the back of your suit searching for an exit wound then cursing loudly when he failed to find one. “It’s still in there.”

Dick cursed. “Okay. Tim?”

The boy looked up meekly. 

“Grab the emergency pack, we’ll need tweezers, bandages. Something for the pain.”

“On it.”

“Damien? Call Alfred, tell him we need help, stat.”

Hesitantly, the Wayne let go of your hands and scrambled to get his phone. Tim was rushing back over with the supplies. 

“Y/N? This is going to hurt okay?”

You nodded feebly, head lolling around in Jason’s lap. 

“Hood, keep her awake.”

Jason took your head in his hands and angled it up to face him. Your eyes were fluttering closed.

“Hey, look at me, keep ‘em open kid.”

Your eyes opened in fraction as you listened to your older brother's words, though you were in a pained daze, only registering the pain in your side.

They would never forget the inhuman scream that pushed its way past your lips as Dick dig the tweezers into the wound. The pain was indescribable as your fingers clawed against the ground. You writhed in Jason’s hold, squirming away from the onslaught of pain. Dick cringed. 

“Tim, keep her still.”

His hands were like cold vices on your arms as he pinned you down, trying to keep you still as his older brother rummaged through your body. Your screams had morphed into horse shouts by the time he finally got the bullet out. But then came the burst of agony as he pushed his hands down as hard as he could on your wound. You whimpered.

“I know. I know Y/N I’m sorry.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you began to lose a grip on consciousness. Black dots danced in your vision.

“Hey. Stay with us!” Tim patted your face. “We need to move fast.

Jason leaned you up against his chest so his brothers could wrap the bandages tightly around your stomach. Damien had returned, informing them that Alfred was on his way. Once the bandages were secured, you were laid back down in Jason's chest, eyes fluttering. Damien returned to holding your hands, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across the flat of your hand. 

“Stay awake, Raven. Talk to us.” Tim prompted.

You were silent for a horrifying moment, before muttering out a few words. “...I’m sorry.”

“No. None of that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“I love you all.”

Your breaths were becoming shallower and you struggled to get the air you needed into your lungs. The black spots began to take over your vision. 

“We love you too, Y/N. So, so much.”

You hummed contently. Your body had begun to go numb. 

A dear ran down Damien’s cheek. You reached up to wipe it away as your older brother had done to you mere minutes ago.

“It’s okay.” You hushed. “It doesn’t hurt bad anymore.”

The two eldest vigilantes swallowed thickly, sharing a wide eyed glance between each other. That was when Alfred turned up, and the next minutes went by in a blur. The boys could do nothing more than watch as they whisked you away into surgery, praying that you would pull through. 

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Dick watched as you began to stir. Your face twitched and you shifted uncomfortably. He had his much larger hand wrapped around yours, and had done for a few hours, insisting that he stay with you. You were his baby sister after all. Bruce had tried to send the other to bed, but like Dick, Jason had insisted that he should be allowed to watch over you too. Bruce was about to protest, but he couldn’t dismiss the distraught look plastered on Jason’s face. He had no doubt that the youngest two were lingering around somewhere, minds too full of opposing thoughts to let them succumb to the sleep that their bodies begged them for. Damian had kept trying to sneak in before being dragged away by Bruce. 

The room had been silent for a few hours as they watched your chest rise and fall. The surgery had been hard on your body, and for a while no one was sure that you were going to pull through. Albeit there you were lying pale but showing signs of waking up, on your bed.

  Alfred and Bruce were frequently in and out of your room where you lay hooked up to all sorts of machines that made Jason cringe. His head was resting on the side of your bed by the hand that Dick wasn’t nursing. His eyes had begun to droop shut as the early hours of the day crept around, when you shifted the let out a pained whimper. When he turned his head, he was greeted by your striking eyes. 

He scrambled off of the floor and into the chair that had been pulled up by your bed. “Y/N? Hey.”

“Boys?” You blinked, your head still groggy from the anaesthesia.

The eldest boy gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah kiddo. We’re here.”

Trying to sit up, the tug on your stitches elicited another cry of pain. Instinctively, both boys helped you sit up. 

“Take it easy, little bat.” Dick told you as you gingerly pushed back the sheets. Your hip was bound tightly in a white bandage. “He got you good.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jay pressed. “You could have…”

“I-”

You were cut off by the sound of the door shuddering open and a pair of your ‘not so little anymore’ brothers' heads peeking around it. They were hesitant, glancing around the room until you gave them a gentle smile.

“Y/N,” Damian rushed into the room, wrapping you tightly into a hug. 

“Hey Dami.” You murmured into his ear. 

He was suddenly ripped away from you by a grinning Tim who chided “Hey, be careful with her, you demon spawn. It’s my turn.”

You chuckled as he pulled you desperately into his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re okay Y/N/N. I was so scared.”

You frowned, hoarse voice breaking as you spoke. “I’m sorry-”

“Damian.” A haggard voice sounded from somewhere in the hallway. It was followed by a pair of heavy set shoes. “How many times do I have to tell you to get back in bed-”

Bruce stopped abruptly at the sight of his children crowded before him. His eyes were clad with dark bags and his hair was unkempt on his head. 

“Hi Dad.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it nonetheless. Pushing past his sons, he was at your side in less than a second. 

And that was when the reality of the whole situation hit you. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Dad. I’m sorry. I- I wasn’t thinking.”

“Shh.” He hushed. “This isn’t your fault. This is no one’s fault but Bane’s.”

“But-”

“Listen to the old man for once little bat. All that matters is that everyone is still together.”

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<- DAY THREE ⛤ DAY FIVE ->

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@senjoritanana

[wanderingelvis]

i was wondering (and totally lmk if i’m like spamming you i totally don’t mean to) if you could write a fic where elvis meets an innocent reader on the set of a movie.(the reader is an extra) and elvis begins to notice the readers little space habits and suspects it. one day, after overhearing some of the other male cast members make rude remarks about the reader and elvis decides it’s time to take the reader home where he can protect them. elvis calls the reader over to his trailer and starts to make the reader drop, so that he can take the reader home and be their daddy.

i loved this request sm that it’s gonna be a two-parter!! so here’s part 1! ✨

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Word count: 3,101

Pairings: 70s CG!Elvis and Little F!Reader

Warnings: little space lifestyle, manipulation

It was your first proper job. The one that you were proud of, that your parents would tell their friends about and it was a lot of pressure.

You were the newest person to Elvis’ little performing circle and Elvis always made a point to get to know his band and performers - how else could he put on a successful performance if not everyone was on the same page and trusting each other?

After spending time alone with you and in a group setting, Elvis had his suspicions about you. You had all the qualities of someone with a little personality - docile, submissive, wide-eyed, easily overwhelmed and eager to please. Now, Elvis knew that this meant that you could just be sweet and innocent, adjusting to the chaos of his world, but Elvis figured that even if you were just that, the little lifestyle would certainly help you cope in dealing with all of it.

The first time Elvis really suspected anything was during a break in recording, when a stuffed animal fell out of your locker in front of everyone. You furiously tried to stuff it back in, hoping that no-one had seen, but you'd caught Elvis', Jerry and Sonny's eyes as well as a few others. Your cheeks heated a violent shade a pink, as you tried to sort yourself out, getting increasingly flustered and overwhelmed. As Elvis observed you from afar, he knew you couldn't look after yourself properly, someone was going to have to do it for you.

From then on, Elvis had quietly instructed Jerry to have someone watch over you, making sure you were okay and reporting back to Elvis.

Elvis had been told by Charlie that he’d spotted you in the park by the studios colouring pretty pictures under a tree, whilst Red had informed Elvis that you stopped past every stray cat in the lot, crouching down to speak to it, feed it if you could and stroke it.

Elvis knew you were a little angel sent straight from heaven and he knew he had to have you. Elvis devised a somewhat sinister little ploy to get him in your good graces, for you to see him in a caregiver light from your first proper encounter.

The fame and power that came with Elvis meant that all he needed to do was slip the security a $100 dollar bill and in exchange, he and his small entourage were given the keys to every locker. He only really trusted Jerry with this operation as he made Jerry break into your locker and retrieve your teddy bear from your locker and bring it to Elvis. Now, Elvis knew that his actions were going to cause you distress, but he figured that in the grand scheme of things, you’d be better off for it - that’s how Elvis liked to justify many of his less-than-moral escapades.

“Thanks, Jer.” Elvis said, grabbing the plush, brown teddy bear with a pink bow tie from Jerry who remained slightly confused at Elvis’ intentions.

“Now what, EP?” Jerry asked, curiously.

“Now, I’ll give it back to her when the timing is just right.” Elvis said, leaving Jerry just as bewildered. Jerry figured it was better to just let Elvis do whatever it was that he needed to do rather than question it. There was a method to his madness, Jerry tried to tell himself.

When you realised that your beloved and treasured teddy bear, Binky, was missing, it felt like your whole world had fallen apart - or at least the secure feeling of it that your teddy bear gave you.

You tried real hard not to let the sheer panic and distress seem obvious as you stood at your open locker, quietly hyperventilating that your most trusted teddy was gone. She was a reminder of home, that helped steady you when things where getting all a bit much for little, sweet you.

You began to pace the locker room, thinking maybe she’d fallen out of your bag somewhere and been misplaced but the panic inside of your tummy was growing as your started to realise she was nowhere to be seen.

You see, Elvis was watching you from a tall window above the entry locker room, from the top of a stairwell as your distress confirmed to him that you were indeed a little, even if you didn’t know it yet.

You tried to keep your composure as you went into rehearsals with Elvis and the rest of the crew. It was safe to say you were feeling very wobbly and nervous, your lost teddy bear playing persistently on your mind. You were worried you’d dropped her in a puddle or left her on the bus on the way to the studio, what if she was scared? You could’ve sworn that you’d put Binky in your locker along with your bag, but you knew your memory wasn’t the best and now you were just so confused, right before you had to go and record.

Sheepishly, you wandered into the studio where a couple of people were already set up and chatting. You walked over to your stool and microphone, sitting down and patiently and quietly waiting for Elvis and everyone else to appear.

You were trying to remain calm, you knew you needed to be a big girl right now, not crying over some silly bear, you just couldn’t help the anxious feeling that was creeping its way into your body.

When Elvis appeared he went around the small room greeting everyone, making sure they all felt comfortable and good - and that’s when he landed on you.

“Ready to record, Y/N?” Elvis asked in a surprisingly softer tone, a little more hushed than usual.

You offered a small smile and nod, your quiet demeanour making Elvis raise his eyebrow at you, even if he knew why you were quiet.

“Everythin’ alright honey?” Elvis asked gently.

“Just tired.” You mumbled albeit remaining very polite. Elvis nodded and continued on.

The recording was going well until your microphone fell from its stand as you tried to adjust it, causing a loud bang in the isolated room. You apologised skittishly, and you thought everything was going okay until you screwed up your lines, your brain just going fuzzy.

Feeling a little worked up, you apologised again, especially to Elvis, who just sent you a nod of acknowledgment before continuing.

When the horrendous session was finally through, you quietly began to gather your bearings and sort your equipment when you realised someone much taller had approached you.

“Y/N? Elvis would like to see you right away in his trailer.” A man, who you believed to be called Jerry, told you. You gulped, realising you were likely in for a big telling off after ruining several takes with your clumsy and distracted self.

You followed Jerry compliantly, you wouldn’t ever disobey any command, you didn’t trust yourself to know better and you wouldn’t dare go against anyone. Jerry led you to Elvis trailer, doing an odd pattern of knocking, probably so that Elvis knew it was him. Jerry nodded at you and opened the door, before walking off to tend some other business.

You tentatively wandered into the trailer that you’d never been in before. You liked it a lot, velvet reds, an oddly comforting scent of cigar smoke, designs for performance outfits pinned on a wall and even a few pistols laid out on a counter.

“Y/N?” Elvis said cooly, snapping you out of your observations, you noticed you’d begun nibbling your finger whilst looking around - a childish habit that for some reason, you couldn’t get out of.

You just smiled sweetly, unsure what Elvis wanted but fearing you’d let him down during the recordings.

“Do you know why I called you here Y/N?” Elvis asked gently, relaxing on the couch as you stayed fixed in your spot, not daring to move unless told to.

The size difference between you was immense, you felt utterly dwarfed by his presence. He wasn’t even the tallest guy on the lot, despite being very tall, yet he seemed to tower over just about everyone.

You panicked a little at the question, fiddling with you fingers. “M’in trouble for messing up the recording?” You asked meekly, shy to even admit it.

“Not in trouble sweetheart,” Elvis assured gently. The pet name made your tummy do a little somersault - a sensation that was foreign to you but one that you quite liked. “Everyone’s got bad days, you didn’t seem yourself in there,” Elvis said observantly.

You were feeling wobbly. Now, you weren’t actually accustomed to the little space lifestyle so you didn’t really understand the feelings you often experienced, you couldn’t really articulate them in any way to yourself, let alone to somebody else. But you knew when you felt a little different, you felt, as you put it, wobbly. It was that feeling of anxiety, mixed with neediness and vulnerability.

You weren’t exactly sure what triggered feeling wobbly either. You knew that it could happen when you woke up in the morning, if something out of the ordinary happened in your routine, if you were scared or even if you were happy.

You blinked a little, worried about a potential onset of tears if you admitted to Elvis you’d lost Binky.

“I, um, I lost somethin’ just before the session, and, and,” You frowned a little, getting frustrated at yourself at tripping over your words. “I guess, it was just on my mind lots. M’sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise.” You said earnestly, your nerves and flustered state seeming obvious to Elvis, who patted the spot on the couch next to him.

“C’mere.” Elvis cooed and you complied without a second thought, making your way over and sitting down next to the big man. “Whatcha missin’ darlin’?” Elvis asked, despite knowing.

“My bea-“ You stopped yourself, feeling all hot and bothered at mentioning that you were so devoted to a soft toy, thinking how silly you’d look in front of Elvis. “No, it’s silly.” You mumbled.

“If it’s causin’ you this much upset little one, it ain’t silly.” Elvis soothed, the pet name doing a number on you again, giving you those strange wobbly feelings.

You’d always found Elvis attractive, even before you started working with him. However, there were little things that you really liked about him, such as when you were standing in line next to him in the canteen area, he’d always help serve your plate up, always insisting on more green vegetables to keep you healthy.

It was like he was a dominant albeit gentle and encouraging presence and you really were drawn to him, even if it was unprofessional.

“I have a teddy bear and I lost her and she’s really special to me and I don’t know where I put her a-and I thought, I thought,” You we’re starting to get worked up and panicky all over again, this time in front of someone so famous and powerful that it was making the situation worse. “I put her someplace safe but when I looked she was gone and she helps me and I don’t know what to,” You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears began to pool in your eyes.

You dared not look at Elvis, only imagining his face when he realised how weird you were. Yet all you felt was a large hand on your back, gently rubbing soothing circles which helped.

“Oh little one, I’m sorry.” Elvis cooed as you hiccuped adorably by his side, your feet not quite reaching the floor in comparison to his which were outstretched. “What does she look like hm?”

“Um, um, she, she’s got um, brown fur and she’s got a pink bow tie and it’s um, it’s real pretty,” You stammered, feeling so wobbly and small as tears began to trickle down your puffy cheeks.

“A pink bow tie?” Elvis asked with you nodding and sniffling in response. “Well, I did happen to notice a teddy bear out in the entrance to the lot earlier, a teddy bear with a pink bow tie in fact.” Elvis said and for the first time since you entered his room, you looked straight up at him.

“Really?” You sniffled, your eyes wide as you wiped them with your sleeve.

“Want to come with me and we can take a look and see if she’s yours?” Elvis said gently. You nodded yet again, feeling just a bit too wobbly to keep using words. “Okay sweet girl, let’s go.”

Elvis helped you up a little, taking your small hand in his large one as you went to another room. You realised that lots of trailers were interconnected from the inside and Elvis had so much space.

You were surprised at how sweet and kind Elvis was being. You’d expected him to find you odd, but he was being gentle and soft with you, as if he knew you were feeling a little unsure of yourself and in a wobbly state of mind.

When you turned a corner, you entered a room where lots of other men, who you realised later were Elvis’ Memphis Mafia, were all lounging on the couches, laughing and drinking. At the sudden surprise at the large crowd of loud men, you tried to hide behind Elvis a little, shuffling your body behind his whilst holding his hand a little extra tightly, which he couldn’t help but smirk at.

“Outta here, fellas.” It was just three words but they all quickly obliged Elvis’ request, leaving within a minute of the command. It made you realise the power and control Elvis held. “Sorry about them, honey.” Elvis said, offering you a smile.

He led you a draw, opening it and pulling out Binky, with you tearing up all over again at the mere sight of her.

“That’s her, that’s Binky.” You said, wiping your eyes again as you hiccuped. Relief washed over your small body as you wrapped your arms around Elvis, as far as they would go. “Thank you, thank you, you saved her!” You cried sweetly.

“Oh darlin’, look atchu, look at the state you’re in, all worked up, hm?” Elvis cooed, grabbing some tissues from a box on the table and kneeling down to gently dab it under your eyes and nose. You felt a little embarrassed at the way you were, but you couldn’t help it if you tried, you were just an overwhelmed little thing.

“M’sorry, I was just real worried and she, she’s real special t’me.” You said softly.

“I know she is, I know baby. Binky’s a pretty name, you give her that name sweet girl?” Elvis asked you, trying to make you feel better.

Elvis was secretly thrilled at how everything had turned out, you were even more vulnerable than he’d initially anticipated. He could tell that you were feeling little, you just didn’t know how to articulate it, just like a little one.

He wanted to protect you and take care of you so badly, here you were, right in front of him, a sweet, beautiful, docile, gentle, naive little thing and he just had to have you.

“Uh huh.” You said sweetly, “I had her all my life and she just makes me happy and helps me when I’m feelin’…” You trailed off a little, unsure of how to describe how you felt to Elvis.

“A bit confused hm?” Elvis said, finishing your sentence for you. You nodded, grateful that Elvis was able to think for you. “I bet she’s been helping you with your new job here?” Elvis asked.

“Jus’ get scary sometimes.” You admitted, almost whispering as Elvis continued to kneel in front of you.

Both you and Elvis realised you were feeling extremely ‘wobbly’ as you’d put it, as you started chewing on your fingertips anxiously.

“I know it can baby, you’re doin’ a real good job of it baby.” Elvis hushed.

“Really?”

“Really. How’s about I make you a lil’ promise honey?” Elvis suggested, gently taking your fingers from your mouth and holding them in his own hands. “How’s about, whenever you feel scared, or even a lil’ bit nervous or confused, you come knock on that door and you come find me? You can do whatever you like, you and Binky, you can even have a nap if you need to. How does that sound, little one?” Elvis said, pushing stray hairs behind your ear tenderly, making shivers go down your spine.

You nodded again, liking the idea very much. You had some friends in this place but you often found it all very overwhelming and stressful. Elvis had been nothing but a calm, authoritative presence and you craved more and more of him.

“Good girl.” Elvis praised.

And that’s how the next couple of months ensued. Elvis delighted in you seeking him out for comfort. At first, it was only a couple of times a week but eventually, you’d be in his dressing rooms practically every day.

Elvis had made it a safe haven for you, he’d even given you your own draw, where you’d keep Binky, knowing she was much better off there than in your locker. It also held a colouring book with lots of different paints and colouring pencils for you, which you enjoyed doing quietly between each rehearsal. Elvis has even put some of your favourite snacks in there for if you were ever feeling peckish.

It had everything and Elvis gave you everything. You felt so looked after and cared for that it was becoming difficult to not become totally dependent on Elvis. It was at the point where Elvis, or one of his men, would now pick you up from your little apartment and drop you back, even if that meant you staying far later than your finished time. But you didn’t mind, you loved the tranquil and safe space Elvis had made for you. You loved doing your pretty colours for Elvis whilst he worked on other projects throughout the day, as you eagerly awaited his return so that you could run up to him and show him all your pretty pictures.

Elvis was surprised at how quickly you seemed to slip into the routine he’d provided for you. You were everything he wanted and more - beautiful, gentle, kind, naive and little.

The only thing left to do was to officially introduce you to the little lifestyle, and Elvis couldn’t wait.

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[jangofettjamz]

Overwhelming

Jenna Ortega x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: Your were nervous about going to the Scream 6 premiere, but it turned out to be a lot of fun... until it wasn't.

Words: 1993

3rd Person POV

The premiere for scream 6 was but a few hours away. Tensions rose as Y/N tried to prepare himself for the event, despite being an actor he has very secluded and did not enjoy the limelight as much as his fellow peers.

He had been trying to muster up the courage to become more socially involved in his work such as: going to interviews, late night shows, going to dinner with directors etc. Unfortunately, It just seemed for too difficult.

However, this time was different. He was going to try this time; to attend a premiere. He knew this would be no easy feat, the camera flashes alone would overstimulate him into madness but he was determined, scared but determined nonetheless.

His girlfriend and co-star, Jenna Ortega has been helping him to confront his fear of social interaction through love and support. She had studied his language and helped him navigate in a world that didn't understand him.

Y/N has also made a life long friend in Mikey Madison, who also happened to be close with Jenna. Though she never was on the set of scream 6 due to her character dying in the previous film, she remained close with the cast and crew and treated him as an equal.

Y/N, although adamant in his choice to attend the premiere, was still absolutely terrified at the thought of hundreds of people in one space wanting him to sign autographs, take photos and pose on the red carpet. It made him feel ill.

Jenna was his shield from everything. She promised to protect him from the cameras, should he not want his photo taken. She promised to protect him from the hyper fans who have little regard for personal space.

"Alright sweetie, I've got all your stuff in my bag: stim toys, plushie and snacks if you need one. If you need a break or want to leave just tell me, your comfort is my number one priority."

One problem; Jenna didn't pack the headphones and Y/N was too stressed to even remember them aswell. The noise would likely send Y/N spiralling.

"Jenna how many people are gonna be there?"

"Atleast a thousand people honey" she says sadly knowing that this was going to be tough for Y/N.

"We don't have to go you know, we can just chill here for the night." She suggests not really thinking of the consequences that could have on her career.

"Wouldn't you get in trouble?" Y/N asks but imm receives an answer.

"I don't care, as long as your comfortable it's worth it" she states making Y/N feels warm inside, like a scarf wrapping him up in the cold winter but on the inside.

"It'll be fine Jen', we're all ready to go now anyway so there's no point in backing out now." He reassures making her form a toothy smile.

"Besides I know how much this movie means to you and I wanna make you happy aswell." She approached him with loving intent.

She placed a hand on his cheek. "Can i kiss you?" She asked, knowing he doesn't like spontaneous kisses without permission. He nods and she kisses him lovingly which he reciprocates, light pink blush painting his cheeks.

Their private car soon arrived and they made their way to premiere. Y/N was on edge, he wasn't as excited so much as he was nervous.

Jenna held his hand rubbing soothing circles with her thumb and he put his head on her shoulder as she held him tight around his waist for the rest of the car journey.

-

The premiere was more packed than usual, containing around 2230 people; far more than they anticipated. The movie drew more hype than Y/N and Jenna thought possible, some just there to see Jenna.

This troubled Y/N, yes he had prepared to undertake an entire crowd but not to this extent. Jenna could sense his fear as if she was some sort of telepath and held his hand tight.

He started to stim by clicking him fingers and tapping him knees, though seemed futile as the feeling of overstimulation didn't seem to falter.

"Y/N/N, do you need your stim toys?" He nodded violently, starting to sweat as the noises from outside became more irritable.

She grabbed a fidget cube for him to play with for as long as he needed until they had to walk onto the red carpet. He slowly leaned back into her shoulder and she held him tightly again, placing feather light kisses on his scalp.

"Remember, we can always leave if you want." She reminded him wanting to make feel as safe as possible.

"I'm gonna be with you the entire time okay, Mikey's gonna be there too and she'll protect you aswell; we both will I promise." He nodded and took deep breaths while Jenna rubbed soothing circles on his back.

He took one final deep breaths before opening the door of the car and out into wilderness of: fans, paparazzi, reporters and fellow actors. He was gonna hate this.

He instantly grabbed a hold of Jenna's hand and she squeezed tightly letting him know that she's there. Fans wanted to Jenna to sign stuff for them, but she made it a point that she's putting his comfort first, much to their dismay.

"Let's go find the others okay, I heard Jack's here aswell and I know how much you two get along." Jack Quaid visited set often in vancouver when he wasn't Filming for The Boys and the two of them clicked because of their shared nerdiness.

Jenna and Y/N made their way up the red carpet and were called for an interview by Vanity Fair. Y/N considered his options, he could either do this interview with Jenna by his side and be extremely uncomfortable or walk away and still be extremely uncomfortable. The choices were negligible so he figured he'd do the interview.

They walked hand in hand over to the interviewer for Vanity Fair. "Well hello you two, how are feeling about tonight's premiere." She started

Jenna was the first to respond. "I'm so excited, I can't wait for everyone to see this film we worked so hard on it and I think fans are gonna be very satisfied with what we've created." She says smiling.

"Y/N L/N so lovely to see you at the premiere, how was filming with veteran talent like Courtney Cox and Hayden Panettiere?"

He answers "They're very lovely people and easy to work with too. This film project is probably my favourite one I've done thus far." The interviewer asked more questions before promptly ending the interview.

"It was very lovely speaking to you two, congratulations on the movie." Jenna looks at Y/N with a proud look on her face which made Y/N's heart do cartwheels.

She cups his face making eye contact with him. "You did so well Y/N, I'm so proud of you for getting through that interview. You should be proud of yourself too."

Y/N kisses her on the cheek thankful for her words of encouragement, he felt elated on this new found confidence, he wanted to do more and that's exactly what he did.

"Y/N/N!!!" He heard and he saw Mikey and immediately tackled her into a hug. She had become a very good friend to him.

"I'm so glad you came, you having fun?" She asked and he was indeed having a good time.

"Yeah you know what, I think I am having fun." He said with a wide grin.

Everything went great, he did more interviews, conversed with his co-stars and even took a few pictures with fans. He was having a good time... until he wasn't.

The next interview he did was with Fox News and they did not hold back on their questions. He and Jenna both went up to talk with them.

"Hello Miss Ortega and Mr L/N, how's you're evening?" she starts "It's going great, we're having a wonderful night" Y/N answers with tremendous enthusiasm, which will be snuffed out soon.

"Y/N is it true you have spaz attacks when people are screaming on set?" He was confused, Jenna was pissed.

"I'm sorry?" He says politely but still confused. "We heard that you have spaz attacks on set, it would be really unprofessional if you did you know." Now he was annoyed "spaz attacks" who does she think she is?

"I don't have meltdowns on set, or "spaz attacks" as you call them when people scream on set. The screaming is on script so why would I complain? Has anyone ever told you you're extremely unprofessional and terrible at your job?" He says, his voiced laced with venom.

Jenna snickered, she was proud of him for taking a stand for himself, plus she thought is was hot. But that confidence soon faded.

The interviewer says under her breath "Yeah well atleast I'm not a retarded spaz like you" just low enough for the camera's not to pick up but Y/N and Jenna heard it well. Jenna was PISSED.

Suddenly Y/N felt his confidence diminish, the voices around him became louder, the camera flashes became more irritable, creating spots in his vision. He could practically hear all the clicks and cracks coming from each of the cameras as they snap photos.

The colors around him became more and more irritable to look at; too bright so he clamped his eyes shut. The voices and music hammered his ears drums, he held his hands to his ears and started to hyperventilate, thoat closing up in the process. He was having a meltdown.

Jenna saw this and instantly whisked him away from the crowd and into the theatre, they found a quiet corner and begun their techniques. She searched through her bags only to find that his headphones weren't there, he started to panic.

He babbled uncontrollably, he needed his headphones to block the noise. She pulled out her headphones that she carried with her 24/7 and moved his hands and put them over his head; noise cancelling too so that helped.

Once she put her headphones on his head she began to speak. "Honey, can I hold you?" She says, her voice quiet and muffled due to the headphones but he nodded nonetheless.

"We're gonna rock okay?" She says and he nods they begin to sway side to side. His head was in her chest and her head on the top of his, she was his safe space and he was so thankful.

After a few minutes he took the headphones off, but was still feeling non-verbal. Jenna continued her rocking as she began to speak.

"What she said was bullshit, you know that don't you?" He shrugged in response. "Sweetie, you're not a spaz or retarded or whatever horrible words she called you, she's just a bitch and she will be dealt with, believe me."

He nodded against her chest. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, buddy. I hope you didn't regret coming here." He shook his head, he didn't regret it and he had fun.

She pulled something out of her bag. "Here, I've got your ghostface plush. You wanna take him with you while we watch the film?" He nodded and they made their way into the screening.

They sat down and Y/N put his head on her shoulder as she stroked his hair to keep him regulated, keeping a vice grip around his body as they watched their new movie.

In moments like these he felt safest, like no could hurt him as his girlfriend shields him from all the bad things in the world. It felt like home. She felt like home.

Despite everything that just happened, he was very happy.

[thereal-true-ogilvie]

hello everyone welcome to i talk about benrey for a minute here

as someone who’s watched the entirety of hlvrai at least 6 times, the full vods at least 3, and the cast commentary hovering somewhere around 10, i consider myself to be pretty well-versed in the series. i also kin benrey. this is probably important to my perception of him.

the series is about self-aware AI.   its in the title! so it seems obvious enough to me that Benrey was programmed to be the final boss. he was SUPPOSED to be a silly character that antagonizes the protag and throws off the group dynamic, and then it’s a big reveal and you get to beat up this guy that was mean to you!

but he doesnt wanna. hes self aware.

Of all the characters, i think Bubby and Tommy are the most “powerful” in that they were able to break their characters the most. Tommy is a bit of a wild card because he doesn’t usually act like an AI. I view him as the “character you’re supposed to protect” in the party, but somewhere along the way he, too, became self-aware and figured out how to handle his own. I think that’s where the age thing comes in. He was programmed to be a 5-year-old that you’re trying to get out of this dangerous facility! but he didn’t want to be a 5-year-old, he’s smarter than that, he’s capable! so he changed it. Him being the son of Gman also probably helped with him being able to just do that.

I take Bubby and Dr. Coomer as both being tutorial characters. Dr. Coomer is a bit broken, but he still does his best to teach you about things. I think he’s the tutorial NPC that goes “watch out for [x]” and “we can use ropes to cross big pits!” and “we should call them Peeper Puppies!” while Bubby was supposed to be the “here’s how you shoot a gun”

Like, Dr. Coomer does the knowledge about the world, and Bubby does the action. for the video game. And Bubby is supposed to be kinda cold to you, because the action-tutorial NPCs tend to be. Like “what you cant even hold your own? tch, guess ill have to teach you.” But Bubby doesn’t do that. He doesn’t WANT to play the game, he wants to go back home. He liked it before the game was switched on. So he doesn’t teach Gordon shit and just tries to speedrun so the player will leave and he can go back home.

one little scene that stood out to me so much was when the crew is sitting around in a circle with the pigeons. not outside, the other scene with them sitting in a circle and there’s pigeons. why are there 2 of those.

anyways, Benrey is just staring at this pigeon behind Gordon, and singing to it, calmly. And then there’s a loud beep that sounds like the vox, and definitely doesnt come from Benrey. and he suddenly gets up and shoots the pigeon. That reads SO HARD like he was being too soft with the game world, so it pushed him to do something evil randomly. Like a little villain reboot.

Almost everything he does to antagonize Gordon can be read as genuine confusion. He kills random NPCs because he knows theyre not important, and that they can’t feel anything, and that they’ll only slow the team’s progress. And what makes Gordon so mad at him is how often Benrey says Gordon shouldnt be allowed in here. I take that as a similar stance to Bubby. Benrey doesn’t want to be the villain. He doesn’t want the player to progress and make him. That gets more obvious the closer we get to the end, and most people tend to notice it in the last scenes before Xen, where he’s suggesting they go all the way back, and basically begging the player to stop here, at least for a little while.

its really sad, honestly. but i take the cast commentary bits as canon. Which makes it adorable when Benrey comes back into the movie theatre with Gordon and we get

“I wonder what will happen. I bet you know what happens!”

“I win!!!”

He did win. He got to get past being the final boss. He got to join the epilogue. I think, he probably wasn’t supposed to be able to. But these guys broke the game enough that he could. Isn’t that sweet? Isn’t that a nice ending for him? I think he deserves it.

Wayne says he acts like “he isn’t aware unless he’s being spoken to” and I think that fits really well. Like, sometimes his actions are coded into his behavior, so he does them without realizing. And then the player interacting with him (which is the premise of the self-awareness) forces him to actually look at what he did, and sometimes he has no idea how to explain it. Leading to his “huh?”

listen to me. are you listening. i need you to hear this. i need more people to understand benrey. and how much i love him. hes trapped in the narrative, doomed by it to be the villain. but he doesn’t want to be. he clearly cares about the crew in his own silly goofy way. he doesn’t want to fight them. i wrote down everything he said in the finale, and he only says 5 outright malicious lines, all of which are directly after an unnatural pause, like he’s being rebooted again. Some important lines: “I knew this was gonna happen,”

“Stop shooting at me, I have to shoot back, I don’t wanna do that,”

“I didn’t have a big plan, I was supposed to be nice, but you forced me to be BAD so I’m gonna be BAD… friend.” the small, quiet “friend” there gets me every time. even after everything, even after his nature is revealed, he wants to believe theyre still friends.

“Don’t go in there, please… I don’t like that room." The amount of times he sounds so genuinely sad when asking them to stop, or even just saying “bro..” like he’s mourning the friendship they could’ve had. The amount of times he sounds genuinely pained when he’s glitching out and stretching across the screen.

And his last words, said childishly of course, but,

“This isn’t fair.”

[klausysworld]

hello, can i request a headcanons with klaus in love with a reader! antichrist she being lucifer's daughter

Klaus & The Devils Daughter HCs

I think you’d be pretty confident with your title. You’ve walked the earth longer than any original vampire, you have the power to destroy it if you really desired to and you know it.

When you learnt of the creation of vampires it was certainly something interesting in the world, your father had never been prouder of the creation he had tampered with. What was once meant to be protection via immorality was now a new creature, a dangerous, blood thirsty creature.

You learnt their abilities and originally you would prefer Kol, he was uncontrollable, a mad man. You’d definitely befriend him at some point, share you identify and show him the better way to do things through bloodshed and torture.

It was when you witnessed his brother, Niklaus, shove a dagger through his chest did you notice his potential.

He had changed, something sinister swirling within him, he could be powerful.

You let him spot you a few times. Make an appearance at one of his events or two, even dance with him once but never did he see your face, a masquerade like mask always worn on your face.

He found himself searching for you, your touch burning him in the best possible way. Confidently radiating and red lips pulled into a knowing smirk. The fact you knew his name, knew which buttons to press for him to respond accordingly, who were you?

Your favourite time was when the originals had taken residence in New Orleans. They were like royalty, they had power and ruled together, Kol was awake and the Mikaelsons had even taken on a new family member, Marcellus.

When Rebekah and her lover summoned her father it was a moment that even the devil himself did not commend. Lucifer hated Mikael with a passion. He knew what it was like to be cast away given that he was thrown out of heaven to fend for himself. Niklaus was to protected, who better than his daughter who already had a growing interest in him.

You befriended Rebekah in the 1920s. Well Stefan introduced her to you, Stefan became one of your many…friends over the years, when he was ruthless and ripped an entire country to shreds.

Rebekah had said she had seen you with Kol and so you made an excuse before eventually telling her your story, when the trust was there of course. Not that it mattered, memory erasing wasn’t exactly difficult.

Klaus was pissed when he saw his sister talking to the women he had been hunting, your back again turned to him, blocking your face from his view but he knew it was you from your laugh, the way you held yourself.

He slowly, cautiously made his approach, he couldn’t have you vanishing into the air, not again.

This time when he put a hand on your shoulder you did not hide, turning to meet his eye with a smile on your face as Rebekah ‘introduced’ you.

He kept a hand on your the entire time you were at Gloria’s and you didn’t mind, physical contact wasn’t something you were used to, you didn’t get very close to people all that often but something about him was calming, inviting.

When Mikael arrived Klaus believed he had compelled you, told you that you needed to run away, his father would harm you and though he may not know anything other than your name, he could not bare the thought of your pain unless pleasure came from it too

It was a shock to him when he received letters with your names signed at the bottom. Feeding him information. A doppelgänger in Mystic Falls, A werewolf pack in Portland, Sophie Devereux in New Orleans with a pregnant wolf carrying his child. The last letter was slightly bitter.

There was never a return address which upset him greatly, no matter how hard he tried to find your location, you were simply gone.

And so Klaus would sit and await his letters, hoping for advice and words of reassurance, longing for some sort of peace to settle over his life, his childs life.

When he was chained in a circle of magical salt that restricted his movement, a dark knife embedded in his chest leaving him to rot in agony, it was your face he pictured. Your voice that flew through his head, your hands that touched his face and told him that Hope was doing okay and that he was strong.

It was a shock when you walked down the stairs to where he was, arm linked with Marcel who believed you to be a trusted alliance. Now you liked Marcel yes, but you adored Niklaus.

Marcel let you remove the blade from his father like figure. He kept speaking of his future plans, not noticing the little whispers in Klaus’s ear

“your family are coming for you shortly, everything is going to be okay, remember you are strong and powerful, do not be afraid. We are on your side, trust me.”

And he did trust you.

Soon enough his family had him out, he thanked them, hugged them and checked they were alright before asking where you were. Rebekah and Kol were shocked to hear your name after so long, the others remained confused.

He began to assume you were just a hallucination that day.

It isn’t until the hollow comes that you are finally with him.

Your father did not expect the pure rage that you expressed seeing Niklaus’s utter heartbreak when he had to leave his own child.

Even the devil began searching for a way to destroy the hollow once and for all.

Now that Klaus was alone, it was the safest to approach him.

He wasn’t expecting your arrival but it was very much welcome. You picked him up from his lows as he drowned in the loss of his family, kept him safe from any enemies and made sure he kept up his letters to Hayley, phone calls to Hope.

It didn’t take long for you to admit that you were not human, you didn’t even belong on this world. Of course you thought he was asleep when you shared your news, the priceless look on your face when Klaus turned his head to respond had your father laughing as he watched over you.

“i knew you were something unimaginable” he whispered with a small smile, holding onto you a little tighter.

For the next few years you helped him kill off any of his remaining enemies. Every being that helped lock him away in a dungeon, missing his daughters childhood. He could find stand knowing they were still out there. They knew that Hope was alive, they could know that Elijah had no memories. You had promised to protect him and his family came with him.

Klaus has been in love with you since he first saw your mischievous eyes through your lace mask. But he never thought that you would actually be together, in your own house living a life.

His heart had never beat faster than when your lips were on his, everything within him called for you and every bad thing that was happening in the world melted away.

He didn’t even think as you both tugged the clothes off of eachother, as your bodies became one. Him ontop on you, hips meeting yours with your hands in his hair or when you had your hand around his throat squeezing lightly as you rode him.

“i have waited centuries for that and if was even greater than i had dreamed it” he uttered while breathing heavily against your skin, hands still holding onto your shoulders to calm himself

“being a demon you aren’t exactly supposed to believe in love, especially with somebody from Earth but you, you’re all that i want” you told him, trying to say the words ‘i love you’ without saying them exactly

“you have me, for as long as you desire” he returned and he knew that together everything would be alright

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Hc that different types of elves are able to use magic in different ways/to different levels.

I will be focusing more on the avari and silvan elves as i am known to do:

Magic, in this sense, is more like the life force that flows through everything and everyone. Elves generate an extra amount of it which, they then can use through pathways in their body. Humans and dwarves, etc, are rarely able to use magic to an effective result bc they don’t generate as much as elves and aren’t built with the pathways to access it, though dwarves can occasionally channel the magic around them into the objects they create.

Silvans actually have a surprisingly high level of magic usage, even more than their valinorian counterparts, though most of it is passive. A surprising amount of people will hear “silvans can communicate with trees” and then never proceed to link it to magic usage. Of course it varies silvan to silvan, but a well trained silvan can actively use magic to protect and defend and lay down wards. Their link with the world around them through trees also allows them to boost their own magic when they need it. It’s because of this especially why silvans do not like being underground. Thranduil and Legolas are actually rather adept magic users, though they don’t show it off.

There’s also a type of elf that cannot use magic at all. These are the Fawneli elves. They are considered the strongest elves in the world, to the point they can pick up boulders the size of a palace and toss them about without breaking a sweat. They’re fast and their hardy. They are also referred to as “mini-giants” because it is as if someone took a giant and shrunk them, but kept all their strength in tact. However, in return for this strength, they are unable to use even the slightest bit of magic and are completely cut off from it. The Fawneli are mostly desert elves, and nomads. They don’t have a governing body and sadly most of them were hunted down and enslaved, which was made easier due to their vulnerability to magic of all kinds. There’s only a few dozen left in the world by the end of the third age.

If silvans were magic positive, and the Fawneli were magic neutral, than the Okreans are magic negative. Not only are they capable of seeing through any magic disguise of anyone, including maia and vala, but they are also mostly immune to any and all magic thrown at them. Whenever they are around, magic actively deteriorates. As a result, they are elves of science. And, as a result, the Valar do not like the Okreans as they see them as a threat bc of this immunity. Because the Vala saw them as a threat, they massacred the Okreans, with Tulkas and Orome themselves coming down to kill off these elves, during the second age. Only 8 Okreans surivied, including Kleoyia (though she was only 8 at the time), and they were cursed by the vala to live in agony untill they either killed themselves, or lost themselves to madness.

The Atric Elves share their magic with the forms of beasts. Individually, they cannot cast it the way most do, but rather they obtain the form of animals with their magic and get power through that. The Atric elves live in the the far north, mostly in the arctic circle, and thus tend to share the forms of arctic animals, whether they be from the land, air, or sea.

Aquatic elves are, as the name describes, elves that live in bodies of water, emphasis on in. Way back at the lake, they decided that the water was much safer than land, and so they took a plunge and never looked back. Aquatic elves are often refered to as mer-folk or sirens. Parts of their body take on shapes of aquatic life, and they come in many shapes and sizes. They have abit of a rivalry with the Atric elves, specifically the Atric elves that shape-shift into aquatic animal forms, as they compete for food. The silvans, however, they have a good trade relationship with. The Aquatic elves will provide silvans with good seafood, and in turn the silvans will give them a lot of land meat and vegetables the Aquatic elves can’t reach.

Sucian elves are probably the most common of Avari elves. They are also referred to as spiritual elves. Their magic mostly comes from their own power, and many will use tools in order to aid themselves. There are two major Sucian elf empires: the Bali’tsa empire and the Qitian empire. What is unique about the Sucian elves is that they can pass on their power to others, though it is extremely difficult. It is also the most diverse of the magic types, and tends to be more unique to each family.

Lastly you have the Agpetian elves, who get their power assigned to them, assumably by Eru himself. As far as i’m aware there’s no rhyme or reason as to why they get the magic they get, but when a child becomes 100 days old, their magic will display itself. As a result, they tend to be a little more…. Religious? Than other avari, though they do not worship or care for the valar at all.

[lampochkaart]

DRV3 Exlibrium AU introduction

Exlibrium (Экслибриум) is an urban fantasy comic book series published by Bubble Comics about the adventures of a young girl named Lilia Romanova who accidentally becomes part of the Order of Book Sorcerers (official translated name is Bookwizards but it sounded kinda funny so i call them Book Sorcerers).

The comics are great. They’re written very well, the characters are all cool and interesting and the art styles (there are several artists working on the series, and they switch from time to time) are simply amaising. But keep in mind that those comics can get pretty dark at times (and contain horror elements).

I really like this series (actually I like a lot of Bubble comic series) and recently I got an idea for a DRV3 AU. This AU doesn’t really follow the plot of the series, but the world building and lore are cool, so I thought it might be cool to expore the situations that DRV3 cast might find themselves in.

While technically I could explore the possibility that they are all fictional characters and what might happen to them then, I prefer to just leave them as Book Sorcerers fighting with runaway characters.

Now, I’m gonna expain about the main information about this AU. Obviously there will be some spoilers for the comic.

(Most of this part was taken from the wiki page)

The duty of the Order is to protect the boundaries between the real world and the world of fiction. Their main task is to catch literary characters who have escaped from their books and who are causing damage to the real world due to mutations of their body, caused by their presence in our objective reality.

The Order of Book Sorcerers owns Libraries, which are used as headquarters, as well as training places for new mages. Every Library has its administrator, who is similar to the school principal, and tutors. All Libraries obey the council of the Order, called the Circle. The Circle includes four people and an equal number of senior Shadows of the Library (a special kind, more intelligent and powerful than their smaller colleagues). Together, the participants of the Circle solve global problems of the Libraries crisis.

Every ordinary person can become a Book Sorcerer, after being infected by literary ink from awoken books. However, a person affected by the ink begins to attract the attention of "mad" books that spit out everything they have inside into the real world. The infected person must go through initiation in the House of Bones, which is an astral place, where shadow-like creatures live.

(Picture from the comic)

If the shadows take over, the ink absorbs the person and they become a Shadow of the Library, a little phantom creature, serving the Book Sorcerers. In that case they will be forgotten by anyone who ever knew them before transformation (except Book Sorcerers).

Shadows of the Library

If the person takes over, then they gain the ability to control the ink inside of them. During the initiation, the ink color is also being defined, which affects the supernatural abilities that Book Sorcerer obtains.

Going through the House of Bones

There are ten colors in total: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, gray, black, and white (the last two are called "monochrome colors" and are special and extremely rare) and their shades. With the help of the first 8 colors, Book Sorcerers can influence the subjective reality of books in various ways, while black and white let their owners control our reality, opening up perspectives to limitless possibilities (the abilities of both can only be used together with the opposite color, which means that two sorcerers are required to activate them; they can't be used separately).

Warm spectrum: Attack

Cold spectrum: Defence, influencing the battlefield

It is technically possible to go through the House of Bones several times to get other colors, but this is rarely done because it is very risky (and going through the House is a rather nasty and painful process overall).

Persons color represented by Exlibrium — something like a magical tattoo that appears where the ink has settled after infection — after successfully going through the House of Bones. Exlibriums are used to seal the books.

(I decided to use their former high school emblems as Exlibriums)

Colors often connected to personality. All colors have their element and their power.

(I tried my best to get more information, but a lot of what is written below are just my observations and guesses based on what I saw in comics)

Colors

Red — fire. Attack (fire and explosions). Traits: Hot-tempered, passionate

Orange — sand(?). Attack (high durability low mobility, can be used as defence). Traits: ?

Yellow — light. Attack (glow, destructive rays of light). Traits: Anxious, nervous

Green — plants(?). Defence (healing, buffing abilities). Traits: Calm, collected

Cyan — air. Defence (speed, flight). Traits: Energetic??

Blue — water. Defence (capture, invisibility, disguise). Traits: Calm, kind?

Purple — ? Neither attack nor defence (is inbetween cold and warm spectrum). Abilities: freezing creatures and objects in time, stopping time. Also some kind of conceptual (?) magic like being able to share damage between two people. Traits: ?

Only members of one family are allowed to have purple ink.

There were also characters with turquoise and pink ink. Probably those are variations of cyan and red (?) respecively. Turquoise ink allowes to create portal doors.

Monochrome

Owning monochrome colors are prohibited, all owners are killed.

Grey — stone. Defence (kinda like orange but even more defence and durability and not a lot of damage). Can be reluctanlty allowed but owners are under constant pressure

White — absolute light. Creation and destruction (only with black)

Black — absolute darkness. Creation and destruction (only with white)

Characters

Kaede Akamatsu — Purple (from family). Control (time manipulation, support) Exlibrium: chest

Shuichi Saihara — Yellow. Attack (light bullets) Exlibrium: right arm

Maki Harukawa — Red. Attack (crossbow) Exlibrium: shoulders

Kaito Momota — Red. Attack (fire, exposions) Exlibrium: fists

Kokichi Ouma — Purple* Control (time manipulation, support) Exlibrium: back

Gonta Gokuhara — Yellow. Attack (swarms of insects) Exlibrium: hands and arms

Ryoma Hoshi — Cyan. Defence (speed) Exlibrium: legs

Kirumi Tojo — Green. Defence (healing, buffing abilities) Exlibrium: throat

Tsumugi Shirogane — Blue. Defence (invisibility, disguise) Exlibrium: left eye

Rantaro Amami — Blue. Defence (lasso, some expedition equipment?) Exlibrium: chest

Korekiyo Shinguji — Green? Defence (healing, buffing abilities) Exlibrium: neck

Angie Yonaga — Orange. Attack (divine punishment, sculptures as shields or weapons?) Exlibrium: Belly

Tenko Chabashira — Cyan. Defence (flight?) Exlibrium: back

Himiko Yumeno — Orange. Attack (magic cards) Exlibrium: legs

Miu Iruma — Yellow. Attack (bombs+electrohammers or laser guns?) Exlibrium: Belly

K1-B0 — Character assigned to the library

*owns illegaly. Officially owns a different color

Red: Kaito, Maki

Orange: Himiko, Angie?

Yellow: Shuichi, Gonta, Miu

Green: Kirumi, Korekiyo?

Cyan: Ryoma, Tenko

Blue: Shirogane, Rantaro?

Purple: Kaede, Kokichi*

And now more clear explaination from me about what exactly Book Sorcerers do.

Every once in a while some characters from books may regain consciousness and try to leave the book. By doing this, they make the book "mad". Because if the book’s plot doesn’t go the way it’s supposted to, more characters start going insane and the book will “spit them out” into reality in hopes that they will bring back the escaped characters. When characters (and the books, since they’re directly connected) go insane, they start mutating. Usually it starts like appearance of extra eyes and limbs, but can deform bodies even more. In the most severe cases all characters can even be combined into one deformed mass. With each cycle the plot can’t go the way it’s supposted to, the book and the characters are getting more and more crazy. The shorter the book, the faster this happens.

Character going crazy

In order to stop that Book Sorcerers have to “feed” the characters to the book and then seal that book with their Exlibrium. After this characters can’t run away from their book (until they somehow gain consciousness and escape again), and when the book cycle starts again, they forget everything about what happened and go back to following the plot. If a character dies (not according to the plot of the book) Book Sorcerers have to rewrite them again using their own ink (+ remaining ink of the character), which is very draining and require a lot of energy. If a book can’t be saved, it may have to be destroyed, but this is very bad so it can’t be done unless it’s REALLY necessary.

Books go insane not only when they’re missing something important, but also when something foreign gets inside them (like a character from different book or even Sorcerers themselves if they are not careful).

Normal people don’t see unusual looking characters and powers of Book Sorcerers because of a phenomenon called “false blindness”. It prevents people from going insane every time they encounter something that doesn’t fit into their idea of normal reality. Therefore, unless they are exposed to magical things for a long time or interact with them directly, they will not be able to see anything like that, even if it’s right in front of them.

It’s also important to note that fictional magic, both from characters and from the Sorcerers, can’t affect the material world and regular people. But it can affect everything influenced by ink (namely books, characters and sorcerers themselves).

Every library has an assigned character that belongs to the library administrator or just someone who is in charge of supervising the initiation. This character “awakens” the ink that the person has been infected with to start the initiation process. It’s a rather painful but necessary procedure. During this, the infected person is firmly fixated in the chair, because while consciousness is in the House of Bones, the body can behave unpredictably, and the chair prevents the person from hurting themselves or others (or at least it is meant to).

In this AU, the administrator of their library is Makoto, and Kiibo is a character he wrote, but Naegi is away so for now Hajime looks after the library.

Most of the time, Book Sorcerers use their ink’s “basic” abilities, but in some situations it’s not enough. In that case they can use glyphs (for example, healing and buffing abilities require making glyphs). The problem is that this is difficult to do in the heat of battle. So more often they prepare some most frequently used glyphs beforehand and carry them with them.

There are also special pens that are used for more powerful magic. Without them Sorcerers still have powers but they are a slightly weaker and more limited.

I’m not going to involve monochrome sorcerers in events of this AU because it’s a really complex topic and I don't want to go into it here. This AU is mainly just for the shenanigans of DRV3 cast. There’s gonna be enough drama and angst even without monochromes.

I think that’s all, at least for now. I also tried to avoid spoilers in my explaination, but I might later explain some things a bit more. If you have any questions about this AU (about characters, about mechanics, about AU in general, etc.), feel free to ask! I already have some things I wanna expain and draw, so I will definetly show more of this AU.

I already wrote a little introduction with some extra information about characters. I'll post it tomorrow👀

[satiricaily]

i talked alot about juwons guilt but i dont think i properly took the time to indulge in dongsiks guilt (mainly because. look at him. where do you even start) yuyeon going missing + her fingers appearing on their yard is such a pivotal moment for his entire character and his motivations towards the world. like yeah he's angry he's disheartened he's helpless but most of all he's guilty. in a way none of those police thought he was. he's guilty because he didnt look after her better. he's got survivor's guilt on top of that because none of his family members went through that ordeal without either dying or being bedridden, meanwhile he's still walking on two feet and he's still the one people point at and cast aside and still the one cleaning up the house and dusting the windows and visiting his mother and bringing her fruits and trying so, so hard to compensate for what he couldn't manage to do; protect his sister. he becomes caring. thoughtful. loving. he becomes the most sympathetic character among all of them. he cared about every single person in that town despite their wariness towards him. he cared about jihwa and jihoon and jeongje and literally everyone else in that circle in a way he thought he should've been when yuyeon was still around. and still that would never bring her back. which is why on top of all that care and love is the madness and the slight dip into insanity because what's the fucking point. but at the same time it's i cant handle another person ending up like yuyeon. which is why minjeong dying was so fucking heartbreaking because he tried so so goddamn hard to protect these people out of the guilt that he didnt protect his sister enough and STILL he failed at it. (in his own perspective of course) its why he takes the ENTIRE responsibility of handling the truth by himself because he thinks it's HIS fault that it's happening all over again and this endless cycle of beating himself up and trying to amend things by himself and ruining himself in the process starts begins once more until. until juwon arrives with a guilt as big as his, a guilt that mirrors his own and that endless cycle slowly starts to shatter and both of them began to unknowingly try to find redemption through each other and its why that last scene is so fucking important too because dongsik getting handcuffed is like closing the door on the abuse that the guilt has done to him and twisting the key and throwing it away and he needed juwon to do that for him, because no one would understand the guilt better than juwon. there was never gonna be another person to arrest him because even though he's resolving his own guilt he's also taking juwons guilt upon himself and telling juwon look, here, cuff it away, youre good now, you dont have to suffer anymore. even though his future seems so bleak with the arrest he still tries so hard to do what he failed to do with yuyeon. protect her. at least this time he could protect juwon before the man could live with the guilt forever. at least this time when he meets juwon again he knows he succeeded.

[oddlyunaware]

Detailing the Cast in “Where Art Thou?"

Hey! Sorry for the wait, part two of my introduction to Where Art Thou is finally here!

Let's get to our main characters. Please note I have only completed designs for four of them, and will upload everyone else's designs at a later time!

MK

Xiaotian, or just "MK", is the adopted son of demon-dirtblood couple Pigsy and Tang. He appears to be an everyday dirtblood, until one way a tail suddenly sprouts gruesomely from his back and he gains fangs.

MK is actually the last product of Project NUWA, a super-soldier program detailed in my earlier post. The system had switched on one last time, thawing out a frozen embryo and injecting with sleeper agent cells, not revealing his simian traits until much later in life. He was subsequently spat out by the biometric machine, where Tang and Pigsy found him by chance while scouting out the old facility, the only identification on him being a small tag with the words "CD: Xiaotian - SUBJECT 94-268-426 (MK)" engraved on it.

Red Son

Red Son is the disgraced son of the warlord Demon Bull King, a giant-sized man with bull horns who could very well be compared to Immortan Joe from Mad Max, if Immortan Joe actually drank his respect woman juice.

Red inherits quite a lot from his father, such as his raging tenacity and a small bull tail. He has quite a genius level intellect, yet perhaps the most peculiar thing about him is his nitroglycerin blood. When he is cut, his blood can be ignited into flame, and as such Red Son is nigh-impervious to fire.

Xiaojiao-Mei

Xiaojiao-Mei, or just Mei for short, is a dragon hailing from the coast, in search of a mysterious person to "deliver a message" to. Dragons are specially mutated folks who did not gain their traits from existing animal DNA mixing during the fallout, but rather mutated on their own from the radiation.

As such, Mei is a proud and foolhardy young woman, who never leaves without her ancient sword passed down onto her. However, she does not trust easily, and takes a long time to properly warm up to others outside her familial circle.

SUBJECT 63942, Nezha

Project LOTUS was one of the last super soldier programs approved for the war. The attempt was to integrate animal and plant cells together in a human host, giving them powerful traits to assist in the war. Unfortunately, most attempts led to the subjects dying off at an early age... except for one.

Subject 63942 "Nezha" was the only successful asset in the entire project. Growing at unprecedented rates and displaying intelligence beyond his capability, he was subject to experiments that tested his humanity greatly. The only kind soul within the entire program seemed to be Dr. Yin, who taught Nezha the good in humanity. The good worth protecting.

But then the bombs fell, just about 200 years ago. And Nezha hadn't seen her since.

...

Aaaaaand that's all the lore I got for now folks! I don't wanna reveal too much of what happens next, because I've decided to turn this AU into a full fledged fic! I'll link it below once the first chapter is written.

Thanks for reading!

[sebastianswallows]

Dangerous and Delightful — Chapter 5 — Old books and brandy

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian is a purveyor of forbidden artefacts, a dark arts researcher, and a curse-breaker for hire. Ominis, desperate to save him from himself, hires Reader in secret to persuade him, by any means necessary, to leave his illegal activities behind.

— WARNINGS: angst, smut, male masturbation

— WORDCOUNT: 4.2k

— TAGLIST: @bloofinntoona @sarcasticpluviophile @estrotica

Sebastian spent the whole night after meeting her awake, thinking about her, keeping the cursed necklace she had given him to destroy on his bedside table. It was only the third time they met, but for some reason, there had been a different quality to it. Perhaps because it had not been planned — he hadn't expected her to write to him... Or perhaps it was because he had been in her home, seen the inside her of it, felt her touch on every item, every little book, every old picture...

And then, there was the matter of her family. Who was trying to curse her? And what had happened to her brother? Was he really missing in the Aeolian Islands, or was there something else at play?

Sebastian took his layers of stiff clothes off thoughtfully, his thoughts always circling the same — her, her company, her words, her scent, the taste of the skin of her little hand, her warmth, her home, her pleading looks and prying questions — and once he had taken everything off and his skin chilled in the coolth of his room, he walked over to the liquor shelf and poured himself a generous glass of brandy.

He lay in bed, waiting to feel tired. It never came.

Eventually, he sat up and stretched his back as he walked around the room. He stared at the necklace on the bedside table as if it were the solution to it all... Well, if he couldn't sleep, maybe he could at least get through some of the research he had in mind. He only needed to inspect it more thoroughly to get a hint as to who had cast the curse on it. And, to keep his word, he could destroy it afterwards. He’d thought of all manner of spells to try on it while they had drinks at her house, and had worked himself into somewhat of an enthusiasm to apply them.

“What she doesn’t know won’t make her mad at me,” he muttered, sitting at his desk in the nude.

For the next few hours, he piled books upon books beside him, reading up on decryption spells and incantations, the alcohol blurring his vision ever so slightly every time he took a sip.

She had asked that he destroy the necklace, seeming uninterested in finding out who in her family wanted to curse her — or her brother. Sebastian thought it was a bad idea… If he could get to the bottom of the curse, wouldn’t that be better? Would it be more helpful? Wouldn’t that be of more service to her?

Why would she deny it, anyway? Probably to spare her family… She seemed terribly protective of them — which he both did and didn’t understand.

Well, whatever it was she felt for them, he was spared of such limitations.

He turned the necklace in the air with a light levitation spell, examining it closely. Several detection spells bounced off it, but there were a few that stuck.

He had a lot of respect for what it took to make an item like this… Whoever was trying to curse her was clearly a witch or wizard of skill. It had been cursed calmly, without malice, almost with a sweetness to it — and yet the curse would be lethal, he was sure of it. Sebastian pulled out a thick tome on the nature of curses and a notebook, flipping the pages of the heavy book and searching for any mention of something that matched the item before him. He hadn’t studied anything like this since his days at Hogwarts… Most curses he’d dealt with in his work since then were strong, showy, even explosive. There was an ego behind them that was lacking here.

After half an hour, he found a description that closely matched the kind of magic employed on this piece.

“A variant of the Curse of the Lost Soul. Interesting,” he mumbled to himself as he took a few notes. He took a deep pull of brandy and rolled it on his tongue as he thought about it. “Not as original as I first thought, but the power of these things is often underrated.”

Having identified it, he now knew that it was safe to touch, just not to wear around one’s neck. Taking it slowly, he traced a finger over the incantation markings and tried to get a feeling for the amount of magic put into the curse.

There was something cold and cloying about it, he’d felt as much when examining it at her home… Like hands reaching out from a grave, ivy crawling up stone, or a greedy siren in the Great Lake at Hogwarts. It would grab hold of whoever wore it and sap them of all warmth and motion, leaving behind the coldest, dries corpse. It was slow but penetrating. If not for the chill emitted from the gemstones, one might think nothing of it. He found himself greatly relieved — and impressed — that she detected it in time.

Sebastian scratched the back of his neck as he focused his bleary eyes on it, the muscles in his back unwinding. There was no prying the curse off or disenchanting it — at least, not if he was being realistic. A spell that took so long to act took even longer to undo, and he didn’t have weeks to spare for it. There was nothing left to do but to destroy it, as she had asked him to. And yet…

He looked at it. It was a pretty piece, if a little plain. And it was something from her, an heirloom of her family even… Those things had a certain significance beneath and beyond the magical.

Yes, he could keep it a while longer, and reveal all of its secrets in time. Maybe he could discover who in her family hated her so. She was certain to think more highly of him then — not just as a smuggler or dark wizard, but a true friend, a loyal companion, and more…

More... The word ricocheted between his ears and sent a shiver down his spine.

His legs tensed beneath the table and he spread his legs a little wider, settling himself more comfortably on the chair. He thought long and hard, sitting there at the desk with an empty bottle and a still-full glass. He needed to make a profile of whoever crafted that curse, and then match it up against the most likely suspects from her family. It had to be somebody skilled, and comfortable with curses, familiar with old ones too, but likely not in the business of using them often. Someone with more delicacy and patience than the sort of people he’d meet around Borgin and Burkes. It was likely to be hard to learn their identity without giving up his own, if he decided to go asking around…

He rubbed his eyes, feeling them burning from the late night light and alcohol, then looked at it again laying supine and curled up on his desk. This necklace was something of hers, a link she had to her family history... How could he possibly throw it away?

“Oh, bollocks,” said Sebastian, standing up and starting towards his trunk. He grabbed the necklace, placed it back into its box, then tucked it in a corner of his trunk between other cursed and precious things. Standing up, he closed the trunk again and locked it firmly. “I'll deal with you later,” he muttered.

He went to sleep thinking about her.

He woke up thinking about her.

He’d thought there was a certain loveliness about her ever since they met, but after last night, there was a petulant, greedy, needy feeling clawing its way out of his chest, and every moment was spent missing her, wondering what she was doing, wondering what she would think of his little flat or his bed or the street he lived on…

He imagined himself making her laugh, mimicking and making fun of his neighbour who practised the flute every afternoon — he’d been doing it ever since Sebastian moved in two years ago and had only gotten worse. Or pointing out to her when the cat from the little old witch in the building opposite, Mrs Cloke, took a tour of the rooftops. He was a chubby tomcat in black and white named Sweetie, and he loved to stalk the birds. Sebastian enjoyed watching Sweetie play with his victims, or when he clutched them in his mouth to bring as a present to his mistress.

Perhaps they would just lie in bed, slipping in and out of sleep, his fingers curling in her hair, her legs wrapped around him… Would she stay with him after she woke, or hurry to get up? He’d make her stay anyway, and keep her amused, keep her in a state of constant pleasure if she’d let him, kissed and caressed and pampered and worshipped… A rage of thoughts battered his conscience, but he could think of nothing better than to start the day by loving her.

Why couldn’t she just be there?

Why had he left the night before without saying anything? He’d demanded to see her again, the only form of compensation he wanted, but now that she asked for the necklace to be destroyed she had no reason to. He didn’t know if he’d ever see her again but, well, he knew where she lived, so he could always — no.

Sebastian turned in bed and looked out the window. Cloudy, foggy, rainy day, unworthy of spring. It was a Friday, and quite late in the afternoon judging by his pocket watch braced on his bed table — not an unusual time for him to wake up, as he was usually home late on most days. On Friday evenings in particular he had a business meeting with two enterprising gentlemen in Knockturn Alley. Sighing, he turned around the hugged his pillow. His sheets felt warm, too warm, and damp with sweat as if he had been feverish during the night. A rush of hot and cold trickled like waves beneath his skin to pool at his loins. He grunted in frustration at what could have been a pleasant feeling, turned bitter by his loneliness.

Sebastian slid a hand beneath his stomach, down to his hips, down to his thighs, and gripped the throbbing length. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sensation, his manhood far too sensitive and sore, as if it had been working hard all night long — if only. Gingerly, he felt around the head and was embarrassed to find it damp, a trickle of wet seeping all over and making his thighs stick. Sebastian buried his face into the pillow, then trailed the tip of his fingers along the underside. He moaned. Another rush of slick got pumped out of him just by the slow, hungry throb... His skin felt pliable and warm there, soft as velvet and as hot as fiendfyre, as he began to move his hand up and down.

As he teased himself, he slid his arm beneath the pillow and brought it to his face, burying his mouth in it to muffle the moans that came. He thrust up into his tight fist and squeezed tighter, punishing himself.

He was unworthy of her, completely unworthy of her. He was a murderer and a thief, his spirit soiled beyond cleansing, while she was sweet and gentle and good and deserved better, and he wanted to kill every last man that was more worthy of her than he was…

Feeling the strain of the position, Sebastian pulled his arm from underneath him and wrapped it too around the pillow, hugging it against his face with both arms, sinking his lonely, needy moans in its softness while he spread his legs and rubbed his swollen manhood on the sheets, back arching to better press his stomach against it. His heavy panting and the plaintive whines came out of him all muffled, and he wished he could hold her to him like that, and bury his pleas into her hair, and his lips into her neck, and not let her see him crying. He thrust faster into the empty sheets, pressing harder, making his tip ache and burn. None of it was enough.

“Oh, please,” he whimpered into the pillow, squeezing it tighter, “please please please…”

He didn’t even know what he was asking for, just that he felt out of breath and dizzy and he needed something, anything to happen, to end it.

His traitorous length was weeping steadily, wetting his stomach until the rubbing turned into a slide, and his sheets stuck to his skin after he pressed down into them.

“Please,” he whimpered hoarsely, begging, “please take it…”

His thighs were tense and burning, sweat pooled at his lower back, and he felt no closer to being satisfied than when he started. Weakly, he lifted his face from the pillow and gripped the headboard behind it, then pulled himself up to a slightly drier spot on the bed.

“Oh that’s it,” he moaned, looking down at his body, past the lost little freckles and the smattering of chest hair sticking to his skin. He could just barely see a hint of the dark red tip peeking from beneath his stomach, squeezed down, rubbed within its soft skin.

His face felt hot and damp, his arms flexed painfully at the angle he was working with, and he felt like he was drowning... Still hanging on to the headboard, he tilted his head back and let his lips part, sucking in greedy breaths as he worked himself toward his pleasure, canting his hips at sharper, deeper angles, letting himself press down more heavily over his manhood, teasing himself, making sure the head slipped completely out of its protective skin before it was covered again, then pressed out fully, rubbed raw and exposed, and back once more into softness.

He felt the lick of flames beneath the skin of his inner thighs, felt the little coil of something sweet and wet between his legs, and then his whole body was shaken by a rush of cold and then of warmth again and he had to bite into the muscle of his upper arm to keep himself from screaming and his thrusts stuttered and his stomach tensed and a dribble of something thick started seeping from his tip — and then the air of the room was stirred by the thunder of a knock on his door.

Sebastian caught his breath and stilled, listening carefully. Whoever was there knocked again louder, with a fist.

Gingerly, so as to not make a sound, Sebastian got up off the bed and wordlessly summoned a bathrobe with one hand while with the other he picked up his wand from the bedside table. His heart was still thumping in his chest, but it calmed as his skin caught the cool air of the room. The robe wasn’t much, but it conveniently concealed his hardened length. He was far from decent, but whoever it was that would pound on his door unannounced was hardly worth more.

He walked carefully to the front door and listened. A simple revealment spell told him there were two people on the other side — men, rather broad, stiff looking…

“Who is it?” he asked breathlessly, wand at the ready.

“Auror office,” said a gruff voice. “Open up.”

Sebastian bit his lip and cursed. He didn’t want to let them in, but running away now would only establish his guilt… And if they came all the way here rather than ambush him somewhere, they must have still had their doubts.

He removed the wards on his room and unlocked the door. Two moustached wizards with unshaven cheeks were on the other side, one brown and the other black-haired, around 40 and 50 years old respectively. They regarded him coolly, staring him up and down. Sebastian felt the last shiver of his unfulfilled pleasure abandon him, lost as the sweat chilled off his body, as his heart pumped steadily, and his muscles relaxed, ready for anything.

“Sebastian Sallow?” spoke the taller of the two.

“Who’s asking?” he said, then cleared his throat, his voice still rather rough and sounding a little choked.

“We’re from the Auror office —”

“Yes, I gathered as much. What is this about?”

They stepped into the room without waiting for an invitation.

After giving him another cursory glance, they began to look around his flat while they continued speaking. Their eyes went to his desk first, filled with a bigger pile of books and papers than they were perhaps used to seeing, a scattering of ruffled quills, and so many and varied ink wells that it looked like a laboratory.

Sebastian was, at least, grateful that their eyes weren’t on him anymore. He closed the door and watched them, his right hand stuffed in his robe pocket clutching his wand, while he shifted from one leg to the other, trying to look normal.

“What business are you in?” asked the black-haired one with the brown eyes.

“Curse-breaker for hire. And what are your names?”

“You’re employed by… whom?”

“Whomever’s paying,” he replied with a smirk.

“Pays well?”

“Not really,” he shrugged, half-lying. “But it’s one of the few things I’m good at.”

“Good at it, are you?” asked the Auror, levelling a hard gaze at him.

Sebastian swallowed the knot in his throat but shrugged and smiled charmingly. He still felt lightheaded enough to be a little dotty.

“A lot of people are good at a lot of things,” said the Auror, “but few are skilled enough in breaking curses.”

“Just haven’t tried my hand at much, then, I suppose.”

“And who pays for that sort of thing?” he asked, poking his wand through Sebastian’s pile of clothes.

“For what?”

“Curse-breaking.”

“I have a hard time remembering their names,” said Sebastian, scratching the sweaty back of his head. “Most sound awfully French or something.”

Their booted steps were heavy in his flat, dirtying up the carpet, kicking it aside at the corners to look for any hidden nooks, then bending down to leaf through his notebooks. They’d find nothing there but his research into salvaging the lady’s necklace, perfectly innocuous. Their eyes passed over his unmade bed and quickly move past it. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The brown-haired Auror with the blue eyes stared him up and down after a while.

“A bit late to still be in your bathrobe,” he said.

“You caught me just after my ablutions,” smirked Sebastian, threading his fingers through his hair that, at the temples, was so sweaty it looked wet.

The Auror stared him in the eye with his milky gaze, and Sebastian stared back — a poor attempt at Legilimensy, easily deflected.

“Do you happen to know a shop called Borgin and Burkes?” he then asked.

“Who doesn’t?” chuckled Sebastian.

“Decent wizards don’t.”

“Well, you did catch me in a moment of indecency.”

Neither of them appreciated the joke, but Sebastian couldn’t help but grin about it.

“They’re involved in suspicious activity,” said the taller Auror.

“You don’t say.”

“I would recommend you keep your distance, Mr Sallow.”

“Well, that’s very thoughtful of you.”

“Say,” started the shorter Auror, “you don’t happen to be related to a wizard called Solomon, do you?”

“Yes,” said Sebastian stiffly. “Why? Knew him?”

“In his later years, yes,” he said, looking at Sebastian from the corner of his eye. “Was dishonourably dismissed, from what I recall.”

“Was he now?”

“Used the wrong spell at the wrong time,” said the other, frowning at his colleague. “Nothing more to say about it.”

Their hands were on their wands, but they didn’t cast any spells around his belongings while Sebastian was watching, although they clearly meant to. Their eyes at some point fell to his large trunk, a treasure trove of proscribed artefacts. Sebastian put on a disinterested look, leaning against the door and picking at a piece of lint beneath his fingernail while they picked his life apart. The two Aurors exchanged a silent look, but shifted their attention away from it — as they were meant to. Sebastian had never had cause to test the Distraction charm he’d cast on his trunk, a spell that made it thoroughly uninteresting to casual observers, but he was enormously pleased to see it worked.

“We’re looking into the legitimacy of some of their wares. There might —”

“Whose was that, again?”

“Burke’s.”

“Ah.”

“There might be a reward for any relevant information. We have ways of repaying anonymous sources too,” said the taller Auror. “If you hear anything…”

He extracted a calling card and left it on Sebastian’s desk.

Alistair Gray

• Senior Auror •

Level 2 • Ministry of Magic • Office 208

“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Sebastian, opening the door and leaning against it, wordlessly inviting them to leave.

With another brief look around, the two wizards tilted their bowler hats and left.

Sebastian shut the door right after away and sighed, placing his wards again, and stronger ones this time too. He knew he’d caught the attention of the Auror office for a couple of years, but he’d never actually spoken to any before. His fears had nearly abated, until now… Very untimely too, since he was supposed to meet Caractacus Burke that evening to speak about a shipment coming in through Dover.

He went anyway to meet the man, although he arrived two hours in advance and kept his distance, watching from a building across the street for any unfamiliar faces. The evening was damp and a little rainy, and Knockturn Alley was hardly the best-lit stretch of street, but he didn’t notice anyone or anything out of the ordinary, thank Salazar…

Sebastian didn’t like Aurors. Didn’t like seeing them, didn’t like speaking to them, didn’t like being spoken to by them. His Uncle Solomon had something to contribute to those sentiments, but his business ventures contributed much more. He knew Mr Burke felt very much the same, which was why he expected him to be understanding.

“What do you mean you’re not going?”

“I don’t want to see them outside my door again,” said Sebastian firmly. “They know we’re working together. They must be watching your shop. Today was a threat.”

“A threat of what?” the old man sniffed.

The low candlelight in the backroom of his store shined off his balding head like a crystal globe. He always met Sebastian in the back, or far away from his store entirely if they were discussing something hazardous to either of their liberties. Caractacus Burke was a sleek and slimy peddler of the untoward, the dangerous, the forbidden… It had seemed earlier on in Sebastian’s career that he could put up with his more scrofulous traits in exchange for a promising window into the area of dark magic. But as their collaboration stretched on for years, mostly at Sebastian’s expense and rarely to his profit, he grew more and more impatient with the wizard.

“I don’t intend to find out,” hissed Sebastian. “I’m not saying I won’t work for you at all, just… not for a while.”

He didn’t exactly trust that Burke wouldn’t use this as an excuse to drop him altogether for someone younger and more naive, but Sebastian knew when he was needed. There weren’t many wizards willing to undertake this sort of work, and there were even fewer with his skills. Burke himself, in spite of the wealth of artefacts he’d amassed, was only skilled in bartering, and lying, and swindling, skills that even a filthy muggle could possess. He’d know nothing of the value of the artefacts that came his way if not for Sebastian to reveal them, and he certainly didn’t have the patience nor the brains for the research it required.

“How long, then?” asked Burke.

“That’s for me to decide, isn’t it?”

“There might not be any work left for you when you return,” he spat.

“Oh yes,” grinned Sebastian, stepping back toward the creaking staircase, “there will be.”

There was always work in bringing items safely to London, and for the finer things, Sebastian was sometimes even sent to see them brought to Callais from wherever they originated. He’d seen much of the continent like that, more than any of his Hogwarts peers did, even the wealthy ones. But it appeared those lovely days of travelling in secret through the cold night air or through dark waters were over, for now…

Sebastian looked left and right before going out of the shop, and cast another Revelio for good measure, but there was nobody suspicious tracing him — or so he thought.

Which was why he was very disappointed to have been wrong when he arrived back at his flat only to find the same pair of Aurors knocking on his door. Sebastian turned around in a heartbeat and walked the other way, down the stairs, down into the basement of the building, where he’d hidden his trunk of special items under a concealment charm as a jar of pickles. He walked outside, to the incinerator, and used the chimney in the back to Floo over to Ominis’ mansion.

[lizardrosen]

The Bridgerton Family Hamlet cast list

this post is partly @glintglimmergleam's fault for having a line about Eloise playing Ophelia (badly) and partly Luke Thompson's fault for having played Laertes in one of my favorite productions.

Hamlet is Anthony's favorite play, so of course he chose it for their family theater experience, and of course he plays Hamlet himself. His father was his whole world for eighteen years, and then he watched him die and his mother become a ghost. He's responsible for far too much and doesn't know who he is without the grief that's shaped him, and the certainty that he will not live past his father's age.

Benedict plays Laertes, the protective but silly big brother, who goes out having wild libertine adventures and discovering who he is, and he was also old enough to feel the loss of their father in a way that even Colin didn't, and he brings his endless capacity for love to the role. In some ways he and Anthony are as different as two brothers can be, but in other ways they have the closest relationship, so they make good foils.

Colin has the acting chops to memorize long meandering speeches, so he gets to be Polonius. Everyone thought that should be Anthony because he's bossy and dad-like, but he's the oldest so he gets to be the hero, so there! Colin is also Polonius because he's self-important and paternalistic and won't shut up about his travels, and thinks Polonius is heroic in the same way Polonius himself thought Julius Caesar was the hero of Julius Caesar, lmao.

Everyone assumed Daphne was a shoo-in for Ophelia, the young beautiful ingenue but Eloise was very persuasive that it should be her role, so instead she plays Gertrude, trying to keep a handle on her world that has changed so entirely with her husband's death, and she can exude queenly dignity just as well as youthful exuberance.

Eloise has one goal and one goal only, and that's to give Ophelia some much-needed agency in a world of men telling her what to do. She's not so good at playing the early scenes where despite her best efforts the script still has her obey her father, but she plays the "mad" scenes with a boiling anger at her circumstances that says she's completely sane and that's what's causing her such grief.

Francesca was really excited to play both Claudius and The Ghost, a common conceit in Hamlet, and she has the range to make the brothers feel distinct and memorable. She was also the only one who could get through a scene of pretending to be married to a sibling without giggling (how did Anthony and Eloise manage as Hamlet and Ophelia? well they were both so into the character analysis that they didn't mind too much who was playing opposite of them)

Gregory is Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Yes, both of them; he has two hats he keeps switching between whenever he's in a scene. He's also the soldier Marcellus, and whatever minor roles are needed.

Hyacinth gets to be Horatio, Hamlet's best friend and confidant, and also the one who observes everything happening around her and asks questions to clarify the plot. Anthony thinks there's something nicely full-circle about Horatio carrying the story to Fortinbras and all the survivors, and Hyacinth being so much younger she's almost in a different generation from him.

[pinks-wizards]

I'm thinking about my YW Roslyn and specifically about how she's a myth wizard. I imagine myth students are heavily encouraged to befriend their minions by Cyrus (or at least build a positive business relationship) and while Roslyn doesn't get those classes (busy saving the spiral) she naturally wants to know and befriend them. She's borrowing their power so it's only polite and when she spends so much time travelling and alone she wants someone to talk to.

Roslyn knows her minions well. She knows their names if they have ones, and named the ones who wanted them. She calls on them to help her often outside of battle. She's a 4'0" forever 11-year-old body she's going to need help reaching stuff and has a habit of calling them to sit on shoulders so she isn't always looking up. And importantly, when things go badly, she trusts them to keep people away from the fight. To protect people where they can. She might only have one in the dueling circle with her but she has many. The wooden minion is her go to when she needs a voice to yell in her place.

And like everything related to the YW, this can get sad. Because myth minions are less usable as time goes on. I basically never use them now in game. And I think Roslyn in lore doesn't include them in battles. She's grown protective of them. They trusted her, so she wants to prove they can. Their biggest notice of this is likely Azteca. Roslyn goes on a mad run across the entire world to guide everyone to the spiral door she's opened to wizard city. And she does it alone. She doesn't dare summon them both because her brain is racing and she's already exhausted from a fight but also because she doesn't want them to experience it. The death, the blood. The glass shattered around her. And because if they go hit, they are too weak to take it. Despite needing the help she does it alone.

I imagine that hurts them. But they can't fault her either. They, like everyone close to Roslyn, just have to watch as she tears herself apart for failure. As she constantly pushes and pushes herself to the limit doing it all alone. She is still as nice to them as ever when she does see them. The breaks. She's always asking about them. Never letting them help her the same as they once did during the journey to Maliaster.

While I don't use shadow spells in game I imagine Roslyn does. She gets to know the shadows she calls. More hesitant, they are more likely to call her out on everything she represses, but still caring. Shadow Sentinel is her favourite, and is the one given the most chances to help Roslyn when she needs it. She calls them for others, to protect them, and after the fighting is done they take care of her. The backlash will only apply during duels, because carrying her (or dragging) her to the nearest healer isn't demanding work. I think myth wizards can befriend shadow casts more easily, if purely because befriending those they call the power of is part of what makes a good myth wizard.

Her minions are family and close friends. Be they myth or pure shadow. And they care for her too. So I imagine it hurts as even they can't keep up with her. As she grows stronger and faces stronger enemies she can't rely on them anymore. So they watch out for her in other ways. Warning (or threatening) those who could harm her. Seeking out those who can help her. They aren't always with her but they know her full story because her magic betrays it all.

[angelasscribbles]

Dark Elf Chapter 3: Dhambion

Series: Dark Elf

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: none yet

Rating: R

Warnings for this chapter: Dark themes, mature themes

Word Count: 1,697

A/N: I posted a snippet of an upcoming chapter of this in a Sunday six, but that snippet got pushed to a future chapter because this is what happened when I started writing this one.

My other stuff: Master List.

“Get dressed. There’s a formal dinner tonight and you’re going as my guest.”

Liam had an annoying habit of just showing up in her room and making demands. It was tedious to do the bidding of others. She wasn’t a fan. If it weren’t for the bargain she had struck with the wizard she might have ripped his throat out by now.

But then she couldn’t toy with him, and he was oh-so-fun to toy with.

Dark, brooding, delicious.

She didn’t want his death; she wanted his surrender.

She had wanted it since the moment she’d seen him standing outside her summoning circle.

Deep in the bowels of the palace, under the basements, in a concealed chamber Maxwell Beaumont stood just outside the summoning circle he had cast as smoke swirled making it hard to see what was coalescing in the center.

“The summoning is complete, My Liege.”

Liam watched in fascination as the smoke slowly cleared revealing what Maxwell’s net had caught.

He sucked in a breath of shock as the most strikingly beautiful woman he had ever seen stared back at him from the center of the circle.

His interest in her, already great, was sharpened. He needed her for his immortality spell. Only a demon could kindle that particular type of magic. He had not considered what the demon he’d ordered summoned would look like because it hadn’t mattered. All that mattered was the spell.

But now that he’d seen her, thoughts of other activities fell through his head as he felt his cock twitch.

Her smile was somehow seductive and malicious at the same time as her eyes bore into him as if she could read his thoughts.

He shouldn’t be having sexual thoughts about a demon. She could easily kill him if not for the summoning circle that had her trapped.

That thought only heightened his arousal.

“Sorry to disturb you,” He greeted her, “But I have a proposition for you. My name is Liam, by the way. And yours is…?”

She gazed up at him in curiosity as she stepped closer to the barrier. She tilted her head as she studied his aura then she leaned forward and sniffed the air.

Her eyes glittered with amusement and malice, “I know who you are Liam Rys, you’re the halfling prince. Does being a half-blood bother you?”

“No.” He replied with equanimity.

“Hmm. And yet you had your wizard summon me rather than doing it yourself,” she said with a glance at the human magic user, “Why is that, halfling? Not capable of it? Can’t get it up? The magic, that is.” She threw her head back and laughed at her own joke.

“I can.” He remained unruffled, “But it is forbidden.”

Her head snapped forward to study him curiously, “But you’re not a member of the elven court. They shun you, why do you follow their rules?”

He bristled; she had finally gotten a reaction out of him.

She smiled at him, and it was a terrifying smile, “Oh, my darkling prince, you’re never going to get anywhere living by their rules!”

“Do all your guests have armed guards outside their rooms?” She inquired as she took the dress that he held out to her.

“Not all my guests have incinerated a man.”

“That fool Tariq tried to touch me against my will.” She said it without rancor. She wasn’t mad. She had been quite pleased to find that some small portion of her demonic powers were still functioning despite the manacle she had been persuaded to wear.

“Well, I guess he won’t make that mistake again.”

“Indeed.” A vicious smile spread across her face, “He was the definition of fuck around and find out.”

“Those guards are there to protect other fool men from themselves.”

“Maybe you should have summoned a demon with different abilities.”

“I don’t think Max was aware of your abilities.”

It was true. To summon a specific demon, you needed to know its name. Max had done a general summoning, he had cast a wide net and hoped for the best.

He’d had no idea that what he had summoned wasn’t a true demon.

A cambion was a human-demon hybrid. But Riley wasn’t a cambion.

Riley’s mother was a demon. Her father was a dhampir.

A dhampir was a human-vampire hybrid. But Riley wasn’t that either.

There was no word for a demon-vampire hybrid because there had never been one before.

Riley was something different. Something new.

A demon and a vampire shouldn’t have been able to produce a child together. But her mother had desired a child and she was a powerful demon with strong magic.

It didn’t matter that she was only half demon. She possessed the power to kindle the spell.

The manacle that adorned her right arm was forged by human magic and it was designed specifically to repress demon magic.

It did nothing to dampen her vampiric senses and abilities.

The ability to entrance humans was a power she had inherited from her father.

“Let me show you why it’s pointless to have a human guard me.” Riley walked to the door and fixed the guard with a piercing stare, “What’s your name?”

“Marco.” He answered.

She stepped close to him and touched his face, “Look at me, Marco.”

The young guard’s eyes traveled slowly up to meet hers. She smiled as her fingers caressed his face. Her voice was low and sultry and full of magic as she crooned his name.

Liam could feel the pull of the enchantment from where he was standing.

“Lay your weapon down and come here.” She told him as she turned and walked back into the room.

He quickly dropped his firearm and followed her into the room.

Marco was about an inch shorter than Liam, a little broader in the shoulders, with hair almost as dark. He wasn’t unappealing.

She stepped closer to him and ran a finger down his face as she whispered, “Would you die for me, Marco?”

“Yes!” Came the immediate answer, his eyes full of longing and desire.

“Okay!” Liam cut in, “You’ve proven your point. Stop!”

Her eyes were nearly as black as his own and they glittered with delight as she turned her head to him, “What’s wrong my halfling prince? Are you jealous?”

“Release the enchantment and I’ll send him away.”

“Maybe I don’t want to send him away. He looks like he could be fun and I’m thirsty.”

“You’re only a quarter vampire, you don’t need blood.”

“I don’t need it my prince, but I like it.” She told him as her fangs extended. She licked her lips as she brought her mouth to the guard’s neck.

Marco was rock hard and whimpering, “Bite me. Please!”

“That’s enough!” Liam thundered, “Release the mortal and I’ll give you my blood!”

“Really?” That was intriguing.

She released the human and stepped away.

Marco shook his head as if to clear it and looked around the room in confusion, “Your Majesty? Lady Riley? How did I get in here?”

“You were feeling dizzy, Marco,” Liam lied, “Overworked most likely. Take the rest of the day off, go see the palace doctor.”

“O…k…” he backed slowly out of the room and retrieved his gun from the hallway floor.

Liam was across the room in a flash, grabbing her by the forearm and jerking her forward, “If you want blood, take mine!”

She turned her eyes to him as she listened with her enhanced hearing to his heartbeat as it quickened. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He dropped her arm and took a step back, “Don’t flatter yourself! I just know that you won’t drain me. I’m merely protecting my men from you.”

The terms of the bargain they’d struck forbade her from harming either the wizard or the elf for the duration of their contract.

After that, all bets were off.

Maxwell was counting on sending her back to hell before she could exact any type of vengeance, but she had no plans of leaving any time soon.

The halfling would give her everything she needed. He just didn’t know it yet.

She sidled slowly closer to him, step by incremental step until she was mere inches away. Until she could hear the blood as it whooshed through his veins. Until she could see the pulse in his carotid artery. Until she could smell the elf pheromones he was pumping out in copious supply.

“Is that what you’re doing?” She whispered as she lowered her mouth to his neck. She scraped her fangs down the side of his neck, but not hard enough to actually draw blood.

He shuddered.

She tried to step away, but his hand shot out and encircled her wrist, “Why do you resist me?”

“It is you that resists me, my prince.”

“How do you figure that? I’m standing here offering you…whatever you want.”

“I want your blood, but I want it freely given.”

“I’m freely giving it now!” He protested.

“You’re not. You’re offering it to me in exchange for something.”

“I’ve asked you for nothing in return!”

“You asked me to spare the human. And I did.”

Not that she would have drained him. She had self-control and her demon blood canceled out the vampire’s blood lust. She didn’t need it for survival.

Oh, she liked it. But she could control it.

“I think you’re just toying with me,” He pushed her away, “This is some sort of demon trick.”

Demons were notoriously unreliable, deceitful by nature, and extremely untrustworthy.

“When I toy with you my prince, you’ll know it.” She grinned at him promisingly.

His pupils dilated.

The implied threat both concerned and excited him.

“Just get dressed and meet me downstairs in an hour,” he told her as he headed for the door, “I’ll remove the human guards and send someone better suited for the assignment.”

“Whatever you say, my prince.” She suppressed her gloating so he wouldn’t hear it in her voice.

She knew exactly who he would send.

It had been the entire reason for her little performance with the human guard.

Her plans were all coming together quite nicely.

[kitausuret]

13. What’s the worst character assassination you’ve seen happen?

24. Ship(s) that makes you cringe.

47. What’s the worst blatantly untrue fanon take you thought was canon?

13. What’s the worst character assassination you’ve seen happen?

I know I've already talked about this but, uh, Kindred (Amazing Spider-Man [2018] #70-74...ish... I think...) really did a number on Harry Osborn and I'm so mad about it, and after reading literally everything about Harry before diving into THAT arc (I'm not even joking, I went down the wiki list of appearances) I'm just. I am just sitting here. Wondering what happened to my beautiful boy.

Also mad about this!!!!!! What the fuck!!!!!! Harry loves his family and would NEVER give up. Also taking psychic damage that this series forgot Stanley existed.

"But Kita, it wasn't him, the Harry we saw post-OMD was a clone-" BUUUULLSHIT!!! You're going to tell me that all the work during ASM v2 was just for nothing? That it was a clone + false memories?? And that even pre-OMD Harry, pre-SSM #200 Harry whatever I don't care, that he was capable of being a criminal mastermind???

Goblin Jr. was never meant to BE a criminal mastermind. He turned to the Goblin because he felt it gave him power and strength he felt he needed to protect his family!! He was traumatized by his father constantly telling him he wasn't good enough, literally HAUNTED by his perception of what others thought of him, do you know what killed Harold Theopolis Osborn? The Goblin Serum. The fact that his motivation would be anything but his own self-perception and desire to be what he felt everyone else expected of him is preposterous. I'm still mad. Don't talk to me.

24. Ship(s) that makes you cringe.

I'm running out of examples for this question, but it's still fun to answer, so: post-OMD Liz/Harry. Why. That is a full lesbian and a gay man. Please stop.

@softgrungeprophet said it best as they were witnessing my read of all things Harry Osborn:

also no offense that is the least sexy ear bite i've ever seen in my life

Thanks, Nadia. But yeah, for real though, I would love for them to be friends! They can be happily divorced parents who love their kids.

47. What’s the worst blatantly untrue fanon take you thought was canon?

I consider myself quite fortunate that I don't often wade into fandom circles where I don't already have a really clear understanding of the source material. So it's been more like, "lied to by adaptations" for most of this kind of thing. That and really out-of-context comic panels.

So, with that, and not to be mean, I will say I don't think Spider-Man and Deadpool have very good chemistry in any sense of the word. Not from what I've seen written. Not compared to either of their respective usual supporting casts.

I'll also say that I was briefly convinced that Tony Stark and Peter Parker had ever had a good relationship. After reading the events around Civil War and later appearances, I've decided it's much better when they're antagonistic. (Amazing Spider-Man #13... I think)

And LASTLYYY the adaptations gaslit me into thinking Peter and Harry were friends first but that's NOT TRUE!! Guess who was friends first!!! Harry and Flash. And Peter was mad about it. 😂 ASM Family #4 you are everything to me.

Shoutout also to Webspinners #3. JMD gets it. Also Harry was nursing a crush on Flash since they met in college and nobody can take this headcanon from me DIE MAD ABOUT IT.