#Alaric ( drabble )

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For the Kissing prompt

💐Gisla and Alaric (of course)

36) .... To give up control.

16) .... In grief.

💐Aurelia and Heinrix ( coz them too, of course)

20) .... On a scar.

#36. ...to give up control. (Alaric/Gisla)

He had descended from the Knight with a mouthful of blood and dripping oil, gasping for breath and stagginer. Blood vessels had burst in his eye, making them red as his optic, and even below the armor, Gisla could smell the cooked flesh of his skin.

It was a bad neural blow out; a fight between pilot and machine that the pilot always lost, in the end, even if they took control in the moment.

The spectators were screaming, but Gisla did not care. She had come down from the stands, pushing past the guards who thought they would keep her from her husband, and ran across the streaked sands to where Alaric was stumbling. She'd ripped the helmet from his hand, though it had burnt her hands, and thrown it aside, and had lowered him to the sands.

The children were away. Gisla had sent Heinrix with his sisters out as the Knight had faltered; she did not want to explain this to them yet.

Cradled in her arms, Alaric gazed up at her, his left eye twitching rapidly. His hand, jerky, reached up, fingers grazing her cheek.

"H-here," he rasped, barely audible over the crowd. "H-here, m-la-dy." Weakly, he drew her head forward, his lips pressing against hers.

Gisla almost screamed herself when he collapsed, his eye closed, the optic powering down. But his breathing evened, as the last remnants of the Knight faded away.

#16. ...in grief. (Alaric/Gisla)

They had lain the old cat to rest amidst the daisies that it used to chew.

It had lived a long life, this cat, and had sired many kittens. After twenty-two years, it became not a matter of if this faithful Sanctuary keeper would pass, but when. And on a sunny day in spring, it had curled up to sleep on the cogitator next to Alaric as he had been working on his Knight and never awoken.

Gisla had been inventorying the larder when Alaric arrived. The bellowing panic by which he had called her name quickened her footsteps to find him. He had come to her inconsolable. His face red, his mustache wet with tears, and clutched to his broad chest with oil-stained hands, the limp body.

Like the shepherd leads the sheep, she had brought him to a plush settee and sat him down. An arm draped over his shoulders and her lips upon his brow in a tender kiss, she had let him cry.

#20. ...on a scar. (Aurelia/Heinrix)

"And this?" Heinrix asked, his fingertips trailing up her calf to her knee, where a pink, slightly raised patch of skin resided. "What is this from?"

"An ill-conceived lesson," Aurelia replied, her chest rising and falling rapidly at how close Heinrix was to the skin of her leg.

"Elaborate," was the command, gray eye darting to her face.

"My... manners were poor." She did not elaborate on what those manners were, for it had been many years ago and she had been so young that the details largely escaped her, "and so my grandmother bade me practice my kneeling. On hot cobblestones."

Her husband's lips drew into a line so thin they almost disappeared from his face entirely. "And you have accused *us* of barbarism?"

"I am sure many a child on Guisorn III has been punished in far worse ways than anything I ever experienced," Aurelia replied, chin lifted and unwilling to take the slight against her people.

"I would debate you on the finer points of that, but," Heinrix's gaze fell once more to the patch of skin, "I don't wish to cause strife."

Aurelia had a snappy retort ready for him, which died at the misting of her husband's warm breath against her knee and the press of his lips against the scar there.

[floripire]

UNNAMED POST 2x06 DRABBLE

"miss dalisay, please, sit."

the way doctor saltzman speaks is soft. quiet. gentle. as if he's about to deal with a feral animal. and as she sinks down into the chair on the opposite of his, flori finds that she doesn't quite know what to do or say or think about that.

the croatoan is gone now. hope killed it. and josie restored everyone's memories.

this is a win. (except it's not because there's this wall, this thing, between landon, hope and josie now.)

this is a win. (except it's not because doctor saltzman looks at flori in a way that makes her feel as though he knows everything.)

this is a win. (except he's going to send me back loops around and around and around in her head until there is no other thought.)

"you're good at explaining things, right?" asks doctor saltzman. flori nods and doctor saltzman continues: "you're a bright girl, floribeth. so i need you to explain to me why you thought that enrolling under false pretenses was a good idea because, believe me, this is not the type of conversation i wanted to have with you."

"i didn't. jeremy gilbert vouched for me."

"yes, and he did so under the impression that you were honest with him. why weren't you? wasn't that the first thing i told you when we met?"

to this day, she remembers exactly what he told her when jeremy first showed up on the doorstep, right before his daughters gave her the tour: you have to be honest with me and with emma tig, miss dalisay, otherwise i’m unsure whether or not I can offer you a place at this school. after all, our community is build on trust and honesty: i cannot let anyone into this school who turns out to be a danger to my kids or myself in the long run.

"because i thought you'd send me back if you knew. i don't want to go." her voice is a mere whisper, yet it seems to be the loudest sound in the room aside from the ticking of the clock. "i have nowhere else to go. i don't want to go."

flori is bracing herself for the order to pack her things and go but it doesn't come.

not yet? or not ever?

she looks at him. looks through him. and for the first time, flori sees him as he is. doctor saltzman is just a man. just a man at the helm of a ship that's about to sink beneath the waves.

sure, he's been inundated in the world of the supernatural for longer than flori's been alive, but he's got his weak spots and his trauma and both have been exploited more than once by this world and the people in it.

this world drowned him and spat out his old bones, flori can see that much. and now he's trying his hardest to make sure it doesn't happen to the children in his care.

but he's going about it all wrong, flori can see that too.

"can you tell me something?" she asks instead when doctor saltzman doesn't say anything. she hates the way her voice trembles. hates the way that her eyes fill up with tears. hates the way she feels so small. "if i told you everything from the beginning, can you honestly tell me that i wouldn't have been a threat in your eyes? can you honestly tell me that you wouldn't have sent me back?"

there's an active spell on his office at all times. one that makes it so people inside the office cannot communicate with the ones outside. it also makes it pretty much impossible for the people outside the door to listen in.

she understands why it's a necessity but she also hates it because, in this moment, she would like nothing more than the comfort of the heartbeats of the people she loves. the ones she considers friends more than anything.

hell, she'd even take the heartbeats of the super squad over the silence.

"i suppose we'll never know, now," sighs doctor saltzman and he pinches the bridge of his nose. it's not a 'yes'. it's not a 'no' either. but it may as well have been.

once a vampire hunter, always a vampire hunter.

"do you wanna know what i know?" flori asks as the dam breaks and the floodgates open. "i know we're not having the right conversation. you're not asking the right questions. you're operating from a place of fear and i understand that because... because this world has taken so many of your loved ones from you. but---but hope is not her dad, your daughters aren't their uncle, mg isn't his mother and i am not my sire."

she's wrapping her arms around herself, shivering.

another sigh from him, torn as he is between his role as a father and the headmaster.

more sobs from her between the quiet admission that she wants her parents, wants mia and loren, wants jed.

"what kind of conversation should we be having, miss dalisay? and what kind of questions should i be asking, then?" to flori, it sounds like he's humoring her, indulging her, before he breaks the bad news and breaks her along with it.

"how can i help?"

"what?"

"four words: how can i help? that's all you have to ask. you're not supposed to shield us. you're not supposed to protect us from the world or the world from us. you're supposed to... to work with us. you're supposed to ask us what can i do to help you grow and... thrive and what can i do to help you... to help you succeed, to... to help you find a way to actually live in this world after graduation---you're... you're supposed to be our professor charles xavier."

"hope said something similar," doctor saltzman notes. "she called herself wolverine, but i've always been more of a dc kid."

flori laughs wetly. "she's not wolverine, she's jean grey. phoenix force."

"wouldn't that be landon?"

"no, landon's more of a... peter parker. or to put it in dc terms: we're the teen titans. or maybe the authority. wait, no, i got it: we're the justice league."

"if you kids are the justice league, does that make me batman?"

"um, i---i don't know. jim gordon, maybe?"

doctor saltzman laughs too, says: "i'll take it." and flori is grateful for this moment of levity until reality comes crashing in. she swallows audibly, then says: "right---yeah, uh, i'll go pack my things and... and say my goodbyes."

without giving him the chance to respond, she stands up and makes her way over to the door. she's not nearly as steady on her feet as she would have him believe but at least she's only wobbling and not straight up wiping out.

"miss dalisay - floribeth, wait, that won't be necessary. just answer this one question, please."

floribeth turns back to look at doctor saltzman, hand resting on the door knob, as he asks: "how can i help?"

[sanjoongie]

Winter Garden

ღMy Third contribution to the tipsy drabbles~

ღPairing: Gardener! Yeosang × Lady of the house! Reader (f)

ღGenre/Trope/Au: smut, forbidden lovers, power dynamic couple, historical au

ღWord Count: 507

ღRating: 18+ MDNI

ღWarnings: public sex, penetrative sex without a barrier, pullout game, dick-drunk, hidden affair

ღSummary: your affair with your gardener was fulfilling, exhilarating, and most importantly, a secret

When you had decided to go for an early morning walk today you had not expected to be currently fucked up against the ivy covered wall of your mansion.

Your illicit affair with the groundskeeper of your large estate was perhaps not the smartest decision you had made but it was certainly fruitful. Especially since Yeosang was hitting the inside of you just right.

“Yeo-yeosang,” You whined, gloved fingers clutching the dead vines in front of you. It was still late winter and you could see your breath in the air like tiny clouds.

Yeosang grunted behind you, more concerned with his thrust game and keeping your skirts up than curious as to why exactly you were whining his name. You said it again with more urgency, especially as his pace behind you quickened.

“Don’t--” You paused to swallow. “Don’t come inside of me!”

Yeosang chuckled deeply behind you. “Would you like me to make a pretty rope of my cum on your ass?”

You were struggling to focus now, the pleasure emanating from your lower half encompassing most of your thoughts. You choked on a gasp as Yeosang began to hit the end of you with his enthusiasm to chase his orgasm. All you could manage in response was: “Please.” Pitiful, but still got your point across.

The tiny hat perched on the side of your head, with the half veil to shade your face from the sun, was starting to slide out of its bobby-pin hold with the way that Yeosang was fucking you so good. His noises began to crescendo, a rough and warm groan eagerly slipping from his red lips.

Your orgasm hit you first, exploding in a cry that Yeosang had to quickly mute with his hand over your mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed so that you could drink in the pleasure painting your nerves. Yeosang came soon after, having delivered you to yours, he pulled out and came messily all over your ass. Yeosang allowed his hands to rest on the plumpness of your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he came down from his high.

You were panting and attempting to catch your breath when Yeosang pulled your skirts down with alaricity. “Ah--Jongho, what brings you out here so early?” Yeosang said cheerfully.

Jongho eyed your rosy cheeks and the spark in Yeosang’s eyes. “You’re up to something. I just know it.”

Yeosang shrugged his shoulders. “I was just asking for an opinion of the shrubbery shapes.”

You attempted to not squirm at the icky feeling of Yeosang’s cum rapidly cooling on your skin. You nodded first to Yeosang, then to Jongho, the butler, and dashed off with a fistful of your skirts held high in the air. “Good Day, Gentlemen,” You said curtly.

Perhaps you could catch Hongjoong after he finished making the bread for the day to distract yourself from the fact that you almost got caught by Jongho while Yeosang fucked you within an inch of your life and that you had skipped breakfast for it.

[sugar-phoenix]

Intro + Masterlist 📖🌱✒️

take two on my big intro post

Introduction

Hello! I'm sugarphoenix (you can call me sugar or phoenix) and I'm a writer and aspiring author from the US. Here's the basic rundown:

19 years old

she/her pronouns

aside from writing, I am an aspiring UX/UI designer. I hope to one day be a pioneer in the industry.

feel free to tag me in anything! I enjoy being tagged in tag games, even if I might not have the time to get around to all of them.

Genres I often write in:

fantasy/romantasy

animal elements i.e. at least one character is an animal shifter/has animalistic traits/characters are compared to animals metaphorically

finding oneself in the mess

dark fantasy/ethereal vibes

You can also find me on ao3 with the same name + here's my kofi if you ever want to tip me <3 taglist: @ashirisu

Current WIP(s)

The Blood That Bonds Us: A fantasy novel that can be succinctly summed up as Rapunzel with Red Riding Hood elements; where Rapunzel is also the Wolf, and the Prince is also Red Riding Hood.

Summary:

There is a prophecy in the kingdom of Venatoria that a Black Wolf will rise from the forest and bring destruction and a new reign to the kingdom. Because of this, generations of royals have hunted down and killed most of the Wolves that reside in the surrounding forest.

Prince Rhydian's father was no different, and he died in a hunt when Rhydian was only a child. But now Rhydian is no longer a child, and he's old enough to prove his worthiness to the crown and possibly take the kingdom back from the greedy crown regent, Alaric. Alaric, however, sets a heavy task for the prince: he must go and rescue a maiden that has been locked in a tower by a witch near a neighboring village. Many young men have tried and failed to rescue her, and the witch is ruthless. But Rhydian will do anything if it means he can reclaim his father's crown and throne.

Daciana has spent all her life in a tall tower. She is protected and held captive by the witch Dame Gothel, who found her in the forest and recognized her for what she is: the Black Wolf. Dame Gothel doesn't hold back on telling her this, and Daciana knows of her fate. She is a monster, a bringer of destruction, and one of the most hated enemies of Venatoria, who are blissfully unaware of her existence. Daciana doesn't feel like a monster, and perhaps life outside the tower isn't that bad, despite what she's been told. But although Dame Gothel has done all she can to keep Daciana within the tower, it's often ill-advised to try and fight destiny. And it will only be so long before the beast is freed from her prison.

CHARACTER TAGS: #♚ . rhydian / #✧ . daciana / #◦ . vincent

This is my main WIP, and the one I'm working the most on.

POSTED WRITING

Blood That Bonds Us Snippets -- screenshots taken directly from my scrivener that give you a little peek into the first draft

Chapter 1 snippet -- snippet of chapter 1 of the first draft

rhydian. -- short character exploration for Rhydian

mourning your captor, your only mother -- short snippet of Daciana's POV (spoilers)

Fanfictions

As of 6/22/2024, any further fanfiction will be posted on my fanfiction blog @sugarphoenixlovesfanfic !!

Fandoms that I'm in:

Honkai Star Rail

Wuthering Waves

My Hero Academia

Deponia

Honkai Star Rail Fics

the new barista -- a super short drabble about a college au in which Dan Heng is the cute barista at your college's cafe.

Death of a Cowboy -- in which I rewrite and expand upon Boothill's past.

𖥔 . overheating . 𖥔 -- Boothill overheats in your getaway vehicle.

cowboy, you have a hard time wrapping things up neatly. ✦ -- Boothill is loud and messy but he grows on you. One day he does something unexpected.

I think I'll take my noodles spicy -- You stop by Jiaoqiu's stall to try his noodles. They are very. Spicy.

My Hero Academia Fics

unfinished hawks x oc fanfic (ao3 link)

"there's this thing I want to say to you" -- short fluffy drabble about Hawks confessing his love to unnamed fem character

Deponia Fics

maudlin -- a short fluffy fic that expands a scene in Deponia Doomsday (spoilers)

All fanfiction can be found under the tag #✤.fanfics .

Short Stories / Miscellaneous

All my writing can be found under the tag #✎ . writings

drabbles in red

complete short stories in pink

Masterlist:

she was a monster (monster) -- short drabble that uses experimental writing

Flash Fiction Friday Prompt "On The Edge" -- short drabble that follows the prompt. it may or may not be somewhat connected to "she was a monster (monster)."

I wrote that one tumblr post -- i wrote a couple of one shots of that one tumblr post with a crow and a cat being familiars and trying to find their witches.

dagger queen -- exercise where I write a drabble using two prompts. dark fantasy/romantasy vibes.

un-satyr -- COMPLETE short story about a satyr who is different from the rest.

vampire x poisoned werewolf -- COMPLETE (?) short story about a vampire and a werewolf putting aside their differences (and perhaps getting a bit too close) in order to save one of them.

cherry red -- flash fiction about a girl and what she leaves behind.

my roommate is a vampire -- currently unfinished short story about a college roommate who is, well, a vampire.

dividers by cafekitsune!

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #1 - shots

kol mikaelson x reader

summary: of all the places for your secret crush to be revealed, of course it's at a loud, unruly bar. and, of course, your crush overhears everything you say about him.

tags: alcohol, drinking games, secret crush, minor steroline

word count: 953

For the last three hours, you and Caroline have been in the grill, getting drunker by the minute. An innocent game of rating people who walked through the door quickly became a less-than-innocent game of electing how many shots it would take to kiss said people. Then, of course, things took a turn when instead of asking about strangers, the questions came about friends. Now, you’re in a full fledged, back-and-forth, public game of how many shots it would take to kiss your friends. 

“How many shots to kiss Matt?” You ask.

“Considering I’ve already kissed him, probably none. The embarrassment is already gone. Been there, done that. Now, how many shots would it take you to kiss Jeremy?”

“Girl, like ten, to get over the fact that I’m kissing Elena’s little brother. I mean, he’s good-looking enough, but oh my god.”

“True. Okay, your turn.”

“Hmmm… oh, this is a good one. John Gilbert.”

Caroline chokes on her tequila shot. “That is not a friend!”

“I’m branching out.”

“Like, a thousand!”

You erupt in a fit of laughter, “same. Straight alcohol poisoning.” 

“How many to kiss… Alaric?”

“Saltzman? Seriously?”

“Mhm. And give a real number. Be honest.”

“Ugh. Well he’s not unattractive, but he’s also our teacher, Care. Ummm… sixteen.”

“Very specific.”

“I thought about it thoroughly.”

“Clearly.”

“Okay. How many to sleep with-”

“When did this turn into ‘sleep with’?! I thought we were kissing!”

“Shut up,” you giggle, “how many to sleep with Stefan?”

Caroline goes quiet immediately. She starts counting on her fingers. “Six. Because we’re kinda friends, but not super close. And he’s also Elena’s ex, and Damon’s brother, so that makes things a little weird.”

“Really?”

“What would you say?”

“I’m not sure, actually.”

“Alright then.” She looks around the restaurant for a minute. In a split second, her eyes land on someone, then bounce off immediately. When she turns back to you, she’s smirking. “How many would it take for you to sleep with Kol Mikaelson?”

On a normal day, you’d blush red and refuse to answer. But tonight, you’re too drunk to remember you have to hide your crush on the man. “Two. Both solely for confidence.”

Her jaw drops, “Y/N!”

“What?!”

“You’d sleep with him barely drunk? Not even drunk, like slightly tipsy?”

“Girl, I’d sleep with him sober, I just need the confidence boost.” You shift in your seat as she says nothing. “I know you feel the same way about Stefan, so don’t come at me!”

“I said six!”

“I know you’d do less, given the chance!”

“Y/N!”

“What?! He’s hot,” you mutter, “and I like a bad boy.”

“You’re crazy,” she laughs, “we’re gonna need another bottle for this. I’ll be right back.” She saunters off towards the bar, still shocked, but also giggling, about your truthful answer. 

“Might take me a shot of confidence, too, darling. To match your boldness.” A voice comes from your left. You whip around to find its owner, just to come face-to-face with Kol himself. 

Your face pales.

“Aw, come on, don’t get shy on me now.”

“Did- did you?”

“Hear you? Definitely. Vampire hearing, darling. Plus, girls get louder when they’re drunk.” He smiles. “But not to worry, I’m flattered it would only take a couple confidence shots to sleep with me. Say, we can make that a reality. I’ll admit, the reason I come to this bar every night with my brother is on the off-chance that you’d be here. Looks like I came on the perfect night.”

“You look for me?” You stutter on your words.

“Not in a creepy way, but like an ‘I need to know you’ way. Seems to me that you’d like to know me better too, if it’s not so outlandish of me to suggest.”

“No, not at all.”

“Sounds lovely. Meet you at seven, here, tomorrow night?” 

“I’d love to.”

“Perfect, then.” He takes your hand and kisses it. “See you then, darling.”

He leaves with enough time to spare so that Caroline doesn’t cross his path.

“I nearly had to fight Matt for the bottle. He tried to say we’re too drunk. But- why are you blushing?”

“I’m not blushing.”

“You totally are.”

“I am not.”

“Y/N!”

“Fine! I might be!”

“Why? What happened? Spill!”

“Our conversation may have been overheard.”

“Oh no! By whom?! Not Stefan, right? I would die.”

You bite your lip, “nope, Kol.”

“Mikaelson?!” You nod, and her eyes go wide. “What did he say?!”

“Invited me out on a date,” you try to not squeal in excitement, “tomorrow at seven.”

“And you’re going?!”

“Of course. I did say I’d sleep with him, right?”

“Oh my god, is he the secret crush you have that you wouldn’t tell me about earlier?”

“Quite possibly.”

“Y/N!”

“I can’t help it, he’s hot!”

“He’s going to eat you alive.”

“Not if I eat him first,” you say, wetting your lips. 

“Oh my god, girl, you’re crazy!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye out for your guy to set you up,” you snicker, “then we can both date our secret crushes, and sleep with them with minimal shots taken.”

“I do not have a crush on Stefan.”

“I didn’t say Stefan.”

She pales, knowing she’s caught. “You’re so bad!”

“Bad? Or going after what I want? Come on, Care, join the dark side. You know you want to.”

“Mmmmm… you better tell me how that date goes tomorrow.”

“Oh I will.”

“Now,” she puts on a fake serious face, “how many shots to sleep with Damon, if he wasn’t a dick?”

You snort, “I don’t care how less dickish he is. If I already have Kol, I don’t want anyone else.”

[katz-rambles]

Rules + Masterlist

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Rules:

I do/will write nsfw works!

Minors are allowed to interact with my page and my works, I just ask, not my nsfw works. But I don't control what you read on the internet, I just ask that minors not read those ones. Everything else is okay!

I don't commonly write m/m or male reader in general because I am not a male, but I can attempt (and hopefully do good) on a masc reader!

Anonymous asks are welcomed!

I don't write for character/character, (but I may in terms of gangbangs + threesomes 🤭.)

Please be specific on what gender, character, type, ect!

I will not write anything related to r@pe, 1ncest (this includes st3p-cest), p3d0, non-con drugged s3x, and cheating.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊

What I'll write for:

• The sandman

• Ghost (the characters, not the people behind the mask.)

• The vampire diaries

• Arcane (the show)

- I will add more as I get into more fandoms!

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊

A little about me:

• I'm a Scorpio.

• I'm currently obsessed with Ghost (again).

• My favorite colour is pink!

• I love annotating and analyzing absolutely anything.

• I'm learning French right now!

• I'm from Canada.

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Masterlist:

• ❤️ = Smut/nsfw

• 🩷 = Fluff

• 💙 = Angst

• 💛 = Crack

• 💜 = Comfort

• 🌸 = Fem reader

• 🪽 = Gn reader

• 💌 = Drabble

• 💟 = Headcannons

• 🎀 = Ficlet

• 💋 = Full fic

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

Morpheus (dream)

Nothing here yet

Desire

Nothing here yet

Lucifer

Nothing here yet

Death

Nothing here yet

Hob galding

Nothing here yet

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Papa Nihil (young and old)

slow mornings 🩷🪽💌 (old Nihil)

Papa Emeritus I (Primo)

Nothing here yet

Papa Emeritus II (Secondo)

Nothing here yet

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo)

Nothing here yet

Papa Emeritus IV (Copia)

shower sex ❤️🌸💌

parental worries 🩷🌸💌

Dewdrop/Sodo

Baking shenanigans 🩷💛🪽💌

Height troubles 🩷🌸🎀

Cold evenings 🩷🪽💌

Rut headcannons ❤️🌸🪽💟

wet dreams ❤️🌸💌

comfort headcannons 🩷💜🪽💟

if you're sick 🩷🪽💟

comfort after a long day 🩷🌸🎀

Rain

Soft dom and needy Rain ❤️🌸💌

stormy cuddles 🩷🪽🎀

caught you ❤️🌸💋

Rut headcannons ❤️🌸🪽💟

comfort headcannons 🩷💜🪽💟

praise kink ❤️🌸💋

if you're sick 🩷🪽💟

pregnant ghoulette headcannons 🩷🌸💟

you're a mermaid 🩷🪽💟

Phantom

personal problems ❤️🌸💋

Rut headcannons ❤️🌸🪽💟

forbidden romance 🩷🌸💋

if you're sick 🩷🪽💟

pregnant ghoulette headcannons 🩷🌸💟

nb phantom coming out 🩷🪽💌

Mountain

possessive mountain pt 1(?) ❤️🌸💋

Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟

comfort headcannons 🩷💜🪽 💟

vampire troubles ❤️🌸💋

if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟

Swiss

horny Swiss thoughts ❤️🌸💌

plus sized reader ❤️🌸💋

Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟

if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟

you're a mermaid 🩷🪽💟

Cirrus

Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟

if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟

Cumulus

Cumulus' punishment ❤️🪽💌

Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟

comfort headcannons 🩷💜🪽 💟

if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟

you're a mermaid 🩷 🪽 💟

Aurora

Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟

if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟

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Damon Salvatore

dating headcannons 🩷🪽💟

blood drinking ❤️🪽💌

Stefan Salvatore

Nothing here yet

Elena Gilbert

Nothing here yet

Jeremy Gilbert

Nothing here yet

Jenna Sommers

Nothing here yet

Bonnie Bennett

Nothing here yet

Caroline Forbes

Nothing here yet

Elijah Mikaelson

Nothing here yet

Niklaus Mikaelson

Nothing here yet

Rebekah Mikaelson

Nothing here yet

Kol Mikaelson

Nothing here yet

Finn Mikaelson

Nothing here yet

Alaric Saltzman

Nothing here yet

Katerina Petrova / Kathrine Pierce

Isobel Flemming

Nothing here yet

Nadia Petrova

Nothing here yet

(I'm sorry if I don't have all the characters. I'm only on season five. 😅)

Nothing here yet

Wes Maxfield

Nothing here yet

Aaron Whitmore

Nothing here yet

Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John

Nothing here yet

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Jinx

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Violet (Vi)

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Ekko

post bridge scene comfort 🩷💜🪽💋

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Vander

sick days 🩷🪽💌

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

pining eachother 🩷🌸💌

pining eachother pt.2 ❤️🌸💋

Grayson

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Marcus

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Caitlyn Kiramman

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Viktor

aphrodisiac sex ❤️🌸💋

lovely nights 🩷💜🪽💌

childhood friends to lovers 🩷🪽💋

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

birthday fluff 🩷🌸💌

Jayce Talis

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Mel medarda

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Ambessa Medarda

Nothing here yet

Silco

Nothing here yet

Sevika

Starlight 🩷🌸💋

Finn

married life 🩷🪽💌

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RK800 / Connor

Nothing here yet

Hank Anderson

Nothing here yet

Gavin Reed

Nothing here yet

AX400 / Kara

Nothing here yet

RK200 / Markus

Nothing here yet

WR400 / North

Nothing here yet

PL600 / Simon

Nothing here yet

TR400 / Luther

Nothing here yet

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊

[quiisquiliae]

A reunion, of sorts.

Drabble for @daughterofhighever-blog and I's arranged marriage AU between Azriel Trevelyan and Elissa Cousland. Takes place after the attack on the Couslands, Elissa was taken to the Circle for safety by Duncan and Warden recruit Finn Tabris. Azriel has just arrived to retrieve her and guess who shows up to recruit help from the mages.

The ride had felt like a blur, despite how painfully long it had taken the pair to reach the Circle of Magi near Redcliffe. Word had first been received that the Couslands had been viciously slaughtered, and shortly after, word received that Elissa and their young daughter had escaped and been on their way to the Circle for safety. Azriel had spent the last ten days hauling ass, pushing his mare as fast as she could go to get to the Circle. He had to see if Elissa and Evie were ok. They had to be alive- right?

Rita's head hung low, exhausted by the pace they'd set the last several days as he and Alaric pulled up to the inn on the edge of Lake Calenhad. Alaric's mount wasn't faring much better.

"Let's ask the innkeeper if we can keep our horses here," Alaric suggested. "It's not like we can take them on the boat- or have any use for them at the tower."

Azriel was loathe to stop and make small talk, but he had to admit his brother had a point. His own mind was clouded with fear and anger, and it was good that at least one of them was thinking straight. He nodded, having not spoken much on the ride and dismounted, tying Rita to the rail.

"Let's just make it fast."

As they entered the inn, it was delightfully warm, the smell of hearty roast and stew wafting through the air. A pang in Azriel's stomach prompted him to realize he had forgotten the last time he'd eaten anything.

"Can I help ye?" The large, friendly looking innkeeper asked from behind the bar where he was drying some glasses. He eyed the pair, noting how tired and worn they looked. The blond looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. "We got a room open if yer lookin'."

"No, not right now," Azriel started. "Would it be at all possible if we could keep our horses here while we go to the Circle across the lake? We shouldn't be too long, I just need to get my wife and-"

He was cut off, as a large dog barked from upstairs excitedly, and came bounding down the stairs, jumping on him and toppling him over into a table behind.

"Hakkon!"

The dog barked happily, covering Azriel's face in slobbery kisses as Azriel cracked a smile for the first time in weeks, some of the weight having lifted from his chest. Figuratively speaking anyways, as there was a hundred plus pound Mabari pinning him down. If Hakkon was alive, then maybe-

"I take it he knows ye?" The innkeeper laughed. "He hasn't much let anyone around him or the babe since they were brought here. Certainly not me, and barely my wife."

"The babe?" Alaric looked at Azriel, who paused the petting of Hakkon to return the hopeful glance. "Then that means-"

"My daughter is here?" Azriel was pushing Hakkon off, looking at the innkeeper, hardly able to contain himself. "Where-"

"She's here, safe and sound," The innkeeper's wife said smiling, as she came down the stairs with Evie in her arms. Evie cooed and squealed in glee as soon as she saw her father, reaching her chubby little arms out to him. "It seems this little one belongs to you."

Azriel took Evie in his arms, holding her as tight as he dared and pressed his face into her soft red curls. For a moment, it seemed as though time had stopped. His daughter was safe. The toll the last few weeks had taken on him and the immense relief he felt right then was too much, and he started to cry silent tears into her little dress. They were only missing one more piece, and then everything would be ok again… Right?

"Thank you," he rasped out, voice breaking.

Alaric rested a hand reassuringly on his brother's back. "Where's Elissa? Evie's mother?" He asked the innkeeper.

The wife shook her head. "There was only a Chantry sister who came with the dog and baby. The mother- Elissa- stayed in the Circle. There's been a lot going on, and she was concerned for Evie's safety and so sent her here."

It was then that the door opened once more, and all four adults looked up to see who it could be. A redheaded elf entered, followed by a redheaded lady, a dark haired mage, and another young man. The men were wearing the classic blue and silver indicative of the Grey Warden order.

"Grey Wardens!" Alaric breathed softly, surprised. Hakkon wagged his nub of a tail, almost smiling at the elf. Azriel raised a confused eyebrow at the dog.

"Back so soon my friend?" The innkeeper asked, smiling.

The elf nodded, looking at Hakkon, offering his hand for the dog to sniff and receiving an affectionate lick in return. "Good to see you too. Both of you." He turned towards the innkeeper, as Hakkon and his own Mabari sniffed each other inquisitively. "Any word on what's going on? The Templar at the boat seems rather tight lipped."

"You're trying to get to the Circle too?" Alaric asked curiously.

Finn tilted his head, looking at the other. "We are. Why, are you? What business do you have there?"

"My wife is there," Azriel said. "I need to go get her."

"Dunno if you've heard, but apparently there's a Blight trying to start and we're hoping they could help us," the other man said.

The innkeeper shook his head, frowning. "They haven't let anyone over there in awhile since the mages returned from Ostagar. Something's going on with the mages. Dunno what, that fellow with the boat is pretty tight lipped."

"We're Wardens. They have to listen to us… Right?" Finn looked at Alistair, raising an eyebrow.

"Perhaps we could intimidate him into letting us cross," the mage offered.

Finn shook his head. "No. We're Wardens. I'll talk to him."

"Can I come with you?" Alaric asked. "I can fight- I've trained to be a Templar, but I haven't taken my vows just yet. I can handle a sword and bow though."

"You're a former Templar recruit too?" Alistair asked. "We should really start a club!"

"A club for former Chantry dogs who've since come to their senses?" The mage quipped.

"Morrigan!" The red haired lady admonished.

"We'd be happy to have you along." Finn reached out a hand and Alaric grasped it, both boys smiling. Finn turned to Azriel, still snuggling Evie close. "Are you coming as well?"

Azriel's stomach dropped to the floor. On one hand, he wanted desperately to go to his wife and make sure she was safe. On the other, he couldn't stand the thought of letting his daughter out of his sight again. Or even putting her down for that matter.

"We have a goat," the innkeeper's wife offered softly, seeing the concern written on his face. "She's been eating well here and has been an absolute delight. We wouldn't mind having her for a little longer."

Alaric rested his hand on his brother's back once more. "But no one will blame you if you stay. I promise I'll bring Elissa back safe and sound."

Azriel rested his lips against Evie's forehead and said a silent prayer for forgiveness and a promise to return to her quickly. I love you baby girl. Steeling himself to not cry again, he handed her back to the wife giving her a nod. "Please keep her safe for me."

"Of course I will," she responded solomnly, taking the babe in her arms once more.

"You keep an eye on them, got it?" Azriel said to Hakkon, who dutifully sat next to the wife and Evie.

"Alright. Let's go."

[alomone]

✧.* alaric • he/him • 19 • requests : open! • you can find me on ao3 and wattpad *.✧

: ̗̀➛ NAVIGATION

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The Boy (2016) | Brahms Heelshire

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╰┈➤ will write

fluff, angst, smut, (past) hurt/comfort, mutal pining, one-shots, headcanons/imagines, drabbles, gn (amab & afab)/ftm/male reader, one sided pining/love, misunderstanding, miscommunication, age gap (both adult)

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any sort/type of abuse, torture, pedophilia, any -cest (incest, stepcest, selfcest), death, heavy lgbtq+phobia, fem reader, ddlg/ddlb, age play, cheating, pet play, any sort/type of fetish, non-con & dub-con, non-con & dub con fantasies, somnophilia, gore, racism, minor x adult relationship

: ̗̀➛ MASTERLIST (under the cut)

❤ -> Not SFW

▲ -> SFW

: ̗̀➛ FICS

๏ the boy (2016)

Brahms Heelshire

"the hoodie ▪ part one , part two" (x gn reader) ▲

"gifted sweater ▪ part one" (x gn reader) ▲

"holding you ▪ part one" (x male reader) ▲

"a little help ▪ part one" (x male reader) ❤

๏ the Texas chainsaw massacre : the beginning (2006)

Thomas Hewitt

"you came, you saw, you conquered ▪ part one" (x gn reader) ▲

"are you busy? ▪ part one" (x male reader) ▲

: ̗̀➛ IMAGINES/HEADCANONS

๏ the boy (2016)

Brahms Heelshire

"What if you gave Brahms a plushie" (x gn reader) ▲

"I won't stop poking you until you give me some attention." (x gn reader) ▲

๏ texas chainsaw massacre (2006)

Thomas Hewitt

"his arms ▪ part one" (x gn reader) ▲

[slayerzach]

Devil By His Side

A/N:A little late, I know, should have posted this yesterday, but the holidays have been quite busy, so here it is. Just another Hope drabble and venting about how the holidays make me feel, while dreaming about what I wish my reality was. I didn't really proofread this, so there may be some errors here and there. Also really wasn't sure how to end this, so it kind of just...ends. This is based off the song "Devil By His Side" by Jerry Cantrell. I'm hoping to write an actual full length fic soon, but I just haven't had the time to do so. I hope you enjoy.

Hope and James sat side by side on the couch, watching the flames in the fireplace, arms wrapped around each other.

They knew how tough the holidays were, but they made sure to make the best of it for each other's sake.

With Hope's family being either dead or mostly absent from her life, and James and his family having an extremely difficult and complicated relationship, they knew how lonely the two of them were.

The two of them thought about how many families had either company over, and if not that, had phone calls coming in non stop wishing each other happy holidays.

Hope and James had neither. Nobody had cared enough about them to do so.

They watched the landline phone in their motel room on and off again to see if anyone would get a hold of them.

The two of them had contacted certain people out of courtesy. With a new found friendship with Clarke, they contacted him and wished him and Trudy a Merry Christmas.

At least he knew what it was like to be lonely, so he might have the decency to contact them as he did before.

Yet Hope and James began to doubt that more and more, as they thought more of his behaviors since he began to date Trudy.

It was almost as if he had forgotten about his two "best friends". They found it quite hurtful and a disgrace to the friendship him and Hope had established. They understood that most of his energy and time would go to his girlfriend, but to just completely disregard the two of them, it just seemed a little odd.

Hope even went as far as to contact the Saltzman family, which was a very difficult thing for them to do after their difficult history together, especially with Hope nearly killing Alaric not too long ago.

Her and James knew they most likely would not contact them back, but Hope still did it to be nice, and because she felt bad about what had happened.

James was so proud of her for working up the courage to do so. He gave her a big hug and told her how he knew how hard it was for her to do that.

But despite the fact nobody was contacting them, and how lonely they felt because of it, the human and tribrid duo knew they had each other.

Nobody else understood their feelings throughout their life, nobody had the childhoods they had, nobody understood their feelings for one another.

Nobody.

Nobody but Hope and James.

He was the regular blonde haired human who gave the tribrid, who was known as the strongest being in the world, and had been roaming around Mystic Falls killing people, a chance. He was the one who knew there was good still in her who changed her life. With the love in his heart he had for the world around him and his empathy, he made her learn how to deal with her emotions without harming anyone. He gave her the chance that nobody else did.

And she? She was the devil by his side.

The devil who despite all the things she had done to other people, and the killings she had done, loved one person.

Her beloved James Sullivan.

She showed him that sometimes, fighting back is necessary, and violence is sometimes the way to go about things.

And the two of them, rather than harming the people who didn't deserve it, like Hope was once doing, they were now going after people who deserved it.

"Say Hope", James began, "there's this mall Santa who's been using his job as a way to do things with kids...you wanna show him the Mikaelson and Sullivan way?"

"Boy," Hope replied, "I sure am hungry. I could use a Christmas dessert after our dinner."

"Well, he's quite the fat bastard, you'll be delighted to feast on him," James remarked.

"Oh, how splendid!" Hope exclaimed.

The couple grabbed each other's hands, kissed next to the dimly lit Christmas tree, and opened the door to the motel room. They felt the cold Virginia air breeze against their faces, and the snow began to fall on them.

They closed the door behind them, and walked towards James' blue pickup truck.

"I love you, Miss Mikaelson."

"One day, I hope to be Mrs. Jimmy Sullivan, my love."

James grinned at that remark, and Hope smiled up at him. She hugged him on his side, and felt his long blonde hair brush up against her cheek. He moved his head towards hers, and felt her auburn red hair brush up against his chin.

"A Christmas pedo, who would have guessed," Hope commented, as he opened the door for her.

"People are terrible, what's the shocker there," he replied.

"Ugh, don't bring up shockers, he might like that," she teased.

"Shit, you're right," James answered after taking a moment to think about what the joke was.

He hopped in his truck, turned on the radio, grabbed Hope's hand, and prepared for quite the journey.

Hope's excitement consumed her as she anticipated to consume a sick motherfucker who had it coming.

[ask-them-bois]

So don’t talk about the mistake! I want to hear about who Cyber was. What they liked, how you met, the good stuff. It’s important to relive happy moments.

Cyber

TLDR: Alaric's past reveal

TW: character death, blood, gore

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"So this is where you ran off to, huh?"

Alaric looked up in time to see its new cavern matron take a seat beside it on the hillside.

"Apologies. I did not mean to abandon work, I just... I got overwhelmed."

The matron chuckled, leaning back on his palms. "You're still new to the Ursidian Cavern, it's alright. Happens to the best of us."

Alaric sighed, pulling its knees up to its chest and wrapping its arms around them. "I do not wish to work in the cavern, matron."

"No one does, Al, but that is the duty of our caste." He sighed.

Alaric looked down the hill, towards the city. In a few weeks, drones would rise like a flock of ravens and turn the night sky black as they carried fillio-pails to the cavern to be fed to the grub mother. Then came the spawning nights, the vat watching, the hatching, the raising and trials- it never ended.

"If you could do anything else, what would you do?" The matron's voice brought it back to the present.

"Write." The word was instantly on Alaric's lips.

"Write?"

"I wish to tell stories, more than just the propaganda-loaded nursery rhymes we read the wrigglers. I wish to live those stories, matron, of fighting and romance and adventure." Alaric dropped its head onto its knees. "Tis a stupid wish. I am doomed to rot in the ground, as generations of grubs go on to do as I never will."

The matron chuckled, and tried to cover it with a cough. "Well, you certainly have a way with words, I'll give you that." He said. He tipped his head back, looking up at the stars. "... Well, I can't exactly just let you leave, but... I know a way to alleviate the monotony. Meet me out here tomorrow night, and I'll show you." He offered.

Alaric looked up, surprised, and searched his leader's eyes. "... Alright. Thank you, matron."

The cavern matron grinned. "Call me Cyber."

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The next night, after Alaric finished scrubbing the vats and replenishing the sopor slime, it returned to the hill behind the cavern, where Cyber was already waiting, with what looked like a dozen of training dummies set up behind him. The matron was holding what looked like a pair of chains, one coiled in each hand, and he grinned when he spotted Alaric.

"Hey, you made it."

"What is this?" Alaric asked, confused.

"Stress relief. These things," Cyber held up the chains, "are called morning stars. I'm going to teach you how to use them." That said, he flicked his wrists out, and the chains uncoiled in a clatter. They were whips, Alaric saw, taking a step back in alarm, with heavy, spiked spades on the ends.

Cyber laughed. "Don't worry, they're only dangerous if they touch you."

He turned around to face the dummies, rolling his shoulders. Alaric watched him take a breath, before he leapt forward, arms rolling and slashing towards the targets. The whips cracked and clanked, their heavy tips scoring across the burlap skin of one dummy. Huge gashes were left behind, spilling cotton and sand, before the wounds began to glow red.

Cyber whooped as the dummy exploded. Alaric's jaw dropped open in shock as flaming chunks of burlap and wood went flying.

"By the gods!" It exclaimed.

"Right? These babies are both loaded with nitroglycerin and a detonator." Cyber turned to grin at it, "I made 'em myself. They're strong enough to take down a drone, and then some. Here, you try." He held the weapons out.

Not one to defy orders, Alaric hesitantly stepped forward and took them. There were runes- ancient magic- carved into the handles, it saw, as Cyber took it by the wrist and helped it grip them properly.

"There. Now you don't want to get fancy with these. Too much motion and you'll end up catching yourself on the foot or something. You want quick, snappy movements, at least until you're more experienced." Cyber advised.

They spent the next few hours on the hill, with Cyber correcting Alaric's footing and guiding its movements. The grass became torn up and scorched with all the times Alaric missed the marks, but soon it stood, panting, among the debris of twelve obliterated targets.

"Well done, Alaric! That was great! How're you feeling?"

"Powerful." Alaric panted, holding the whips out.

Cyber laughed as he took them, winding them back up. "Told you. I come out here maybe three times a week to let off steam. You're welcome to join me and have a go with these again."

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Weeks went by. The lusii came to collect the latest generation, and then the jadebloods had three days to clean the cavern and prepare the grub mother for the next spawning. It was exhausting, aggravating work that had them snapping at each other's throats.

The only thing that kept Alaric sane was its training with Cyber. The two jades would sneak out near dawn, and while everyone else went to bed, Cyber would teach Alaric how to handle the morning star whips.

Soon, Alaric could perform impressive twists and flips and take out a line of dummies with one crack of the whips. When practice was over, the two would sit and catch their breath, swapping stories and laughter.

"You're incredible, Alaric." Cyber sighed at one point, still grinning.

"I am?"

"Hell yeah, you are. You're talented and clever, and great with the grubs. You're handsome, and..." Cyber's grin softened, and he scoot a little closer to Alaric, "I've never had this much fun with anyone before." He confessed quietly.

Alaric's breath hitched in its lungs, its thinkpan racing a mile a minute. What did that mean? Did Cyber-? No, surely not, they weren't supposed to-

"Nor have I." Alaric whispered back, its blood-pumper leaping into its throat as Cyber's fingers ghosted along its jaw to cup its face.

"I want to have more fun with you, Alaric. I know you want to leave the caverns but... Can't you stay? For me?" Cyber whispered, his hand achingly warm against Alaric's skin as his thumb rubbed back and forth across its cheek.

Alaric's head was swimming, an emerald blush dusting its cheeks. "I... y- yes. For you." It breathed.

Cyber began to purr as he leaned forward. Alaric sat up to meet him, throwing its arms around his neck as they kissed.

.

"Alaric, do it." Cyber rasped, choking on the blood that filled his throat as he shoved his whips towards it.

"No, no, Cyber, please-!" Alaric continued to claw at the rubble that was crushing him, but its feet slipped on the literal inch-deep pool of rainbow blood and drone goo that covered the floor.

"'Laric," Cyber seized its wrist, "listen to me." He sucked in a gurgling breath through tattered and crushed lungs, "The cavern's done for. The Enforcer ordered our extermination since the Compound blew. I didn't get the warning in time, it came last night while we were-" He broke off with heavy coughing, and Alaric choked on a sob.

While they were neglecting their duties, it thought, while they were on the hill. Now it stood among the rubble, smoke, and fire of what had once been its home, surrounded by bodies and blood.

"I'm done for with it." Cyber managed to speak again, "Take the morning stars, and just make it quick for me, okay? Please? I can't- can't breathe as it is. Please." He pleaded.

Barely able to see with the smoke and tears in its eyes, Alaric took the whips with shaking hands.

Cyber smiled at it, despite the blood dripping from his forehead and mouth. "I love you, Alaric. At least you got your romance and fighting, right? Finish me, and go find your adventures." He croaked.

Choking on sobs and the shattered pieces of its heart, Alaric took a step back and unwound the whips. The last thing it saw was Cyber's bright, viridescent eyes, before it shut its eyes and cracked the whips, the sound an explosion that blasted a metaphorical hole through its chest.

Then it ran, ran far, far away. The lone survivor, it got a singular heart tattoo on its shoulder to remember the fallen cavern. It donned its lover's name to try and forget its own, and armed with the morning star whips, went to find that adventure the former matron had promised.

Twenty more heart tattoos followed, but none of them could replace the hollow within Alaric's chest. It had killed its lover. Truly, it was a monster.

[wanderlust-songbird]

So I finally am satisfied enough (for now) to post this. But being inspired by a particular theme helped me get it out. I’m sorry that’s it’s so long, even after making it smaller!

Tagging @achromio-prado & @friendlygh0sts because you guys each asked for a memory of one of the two in the 'Don't chase the rabbit' memory meme & I chose to answer both with this story. I didn't forget. I just wasn't content about this in particular until now.

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The ball had only started around a while ago, but Kanaria had chosen to stay somewhat secluded within the crowd of women around her. Her gown was a bit of a sore thumb color wise, being a dark & muted color compared to the other women's lighter or somewhat brighter colors.

Perhaps it was merely because she was too nervous about being here. After all, social events such as a ball were not exactly something Kanaria would usually attend often. But her family had received an invitation to attend this particular one & it was best to accept according to her mother.

She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, not paying any mind to the fact that someone was approaching her...

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise," an all too familiar voice chimed in, snapping the young woman out of her thoughts instantly. Her gaze slowly followed the voice's direction, only to find her bright golden eyes meeting with the warm ones staring back.

"Oh, Alaric! What are you doing here?" She exclaimed, her cheeks dusted pink, which prompted the older man to chuckle in amusement.

"I should be asking that question to you, Kanaria. The dress is certainly wonderful on you, quite a beautiful color too..." He was always a fan of such dark colors, "I presume your mother made you attend here tonight?"

"Oh, thank you... & yes, my mother thought it would do me some good. I honestly was hoping to not be asked to dance though..." She was a bit at a loss for words for the moment, staring at his current outfit.

The outfit consisted of a mostly black military like uniform, along with a large coat that had a large fur collar draped over his shoulders. Even his gloves were black, but the pants he wore were the only stark contrast, being pure white. Silver threads decorated the uniform's lapels and sleeves & even the coat's sleeves as well.

It was dark & formal overall, his usual clothing style of choice. The outfit made him seem more intimidating, but his charm was still there, naturally making him as mesmerizing as the night itself.  Alaric noticed her anxiety beginning to show, & simply gave her a warm smile in return.

"That's honestly a shame to hear. I was here to do just that when I saw you..." His voice seemed to waiver a tidbit on the last word. A pang of guilt hit Kanaria as she heard that & even noted a hint of pain in his eyes. It hurt her heart just thinking of the possiblity that she made him feel dejected.

"I... I mean, I wouldn't have minded... if you asked me since we know each other well."

Not another word came from Alaric at first, which did no good to ease her. That was, until he offered his gloved hand towards her.

"In that case, may I have this dance Kanaria?' he finally asked. Slowly, Kanaria gently placed her small hand in his before answering with a gentle smile.

"You absolutely may Alaric."

His charming smile warmed up even more, causing her cheeks to heat up more as they went off to dance. Luckily, the music would barely begin to play once again as they made made their way towards the ballroom floor. Once they were in an open enough space, Alaric took her right hand firmly within his left hand, giving it a comforting squeeze while wrapping his right arm around her waist before bringing her closer to him.

Feeling his arm around her was a bit odd at first but it soon grew to feel nice & comforting. Despite not dancing all too often, her steps were smooth & graceful. Alaric meanwhile took very little time to accommodate to Kanaria due to her size, attempting to avoid discomfort for either one of them within seconds before locking his soft gaze to her.

Seeing his seemingly glowing amber eyes & heartwarming smile, Kanaria's heart fluttered so much. Her lips quivered slightly & her knees felt like they could buckle at any moment from being mesmerized by him. It had been like that with her for a while now, but she had yet to voice her emotions. She wondered if she ever would...

Alaric may have noticed, yet was more occupied just focusing on her little cute facial features, like her mole below her right eye, or her tiny button like nose. It all made him feel warm, something that he hadn't really felt with anyone else & he slowly had realized some time ago that he adored her so much. While he wanted to tell her how he felt, he had no clue how to convey it.

The more that both kept looking into each other's eyes, the more that they seemed to relax & it showed in their dancing. It was like they were both in a trance-like state, & to them, it felt as if the song lasted forever. As it slowed, so did their pace.

It was unknown if he was thinking at all at that moment in time. But as the music finally came to an end, Alaric leaned down towards the young woman, his lips gently meeting with hers for a long, sweet, & tender kiss.

It caught Kanaria by surprise, though she didn't push him away at all. Rather, she reciprocated the sudden act of affection. It felt as if her heart swirled oh so much as their lips met at such a moment. She couldn't believe it though.... He really felt that way towards her, which made her so very giddy.

After what felt like eternity, they both pulled away from the kiss, their eyes half lidded. Alaric simply gave her a slight smirk, happy to know now that she felt the same way.

“Oh my dearest Kanaria, “ he whispered, holding her close & giving her a forehead kiss, “How I love you so...”

[genericdre]

Her eyes seemed to find her in every room. Every corridor. Every crowded party. It didn’t matter where they were. Hope’s eyes always seemed to find Lizzie. They always had. Even from a young age. Even when Hope thought she had a crush on Josie when she was fourteen. Even when she was with Landon. Even when they were on the outs and Lizzie made it her life’s purpose to ruin Hope.

Hope’s eyes didn’t seem to mind or take into consideration any of those factors. They still found Lizzie. With her perfect curly blond hair and shining blue eyes. God her eyes. They were like two ripples of water and Hope was drowning.

It was a basic analogy for very complex feelings. But there were absolutely no words to describe the beauty that was and is and always will be Lizzie Saltzman.

So when Lizzie looked at her with curiosity and a look that said ‘do I know her? No surly I don’t,’ part of Hope broke. In a way that seeing Josie and Landon could never break her. And Hope didn’t know why that hurt her more.

(Perhaps she did, but wasn’t quite ready to admit it to herself. Landon was her epic love after all...)

Then there were her ears, which could pick up Lizzie’s voice for miles (hope believed even without werewolf hearing she would be able to pick up Lizzie’s voice. Her voice was always so harsh and hostile.

(Except to Hope. Before their falling out, Lizzie would sneak in her room and they would talk for hours. Rather, Lizzie would talk and Hope would listen with adoring ears. Listen to the soft way she would speak about everything and nothing. Listen to the soft rise of her voice as she ranted about Penelope’s tacky skirt that was so last year. Listen to the shift of her voice as sleep would threaten to consume her. Listen to the soft way she mumbled ‘I love you’ before drifting to sleep)

So when Lizzie spoke her name the next day

(Hope Andrea Mikaelson. Never had her name sounded more beautiful to her ears)

The broken pieces seemed to patch themselves together. And Hope had never been more happy in her life. And she thought... well maybe.... maybe as long as Lizzie Saltzman remembered her.... that was all that really mattered.

[immiebee]

If this don’t radiate Asexual energy then I don’t know what will.

I opened my Animal Crossing Island and sent a message on Twitter.

Sexbot decided hey let’s slide into the DM’s.

And I failed to realize. I thought she was just really damn excited to come onto my island.

[do-gooders-and-mad-science]

The Power Of Mortality | Drabble

It was in the middle of night, Kaiyo was spending the night at the hospital where his mother was staying, he sat by her bed resting his elbows on his legs and his chin on his balled up hands as he looks out the window. “...You’re calling me now aren’t you?” He muttered as he kept staring before a red flash in the distance catches his eyes before he closes them, his eyes open full of determination.

Kaiyo stands up and collects his jacket he goes to his sleeping mother and kisses her forehead, Nozomi stays sleeping but she smiles a little before Kaiyo went to leave the room he gently slides the door closed before he heard a voice. “Don’t go...” Erika, the love of his life begged standing there hugging herself her face full of worry.

“...I have too...” Kaiyo replied keeping his back to her.

“Why? Becuase he says so? You don’t owe that monster a fight just because he says so!” She said back. “K-Kaiyo look at me... You could atleast do that... He almost killed you last time you fought...”

“It’s not about me Erika... It’s about her, you, Layla, our friends, everyone we’ve ever cared about, so long as he’s still running around we’re all in danger, I have to stop him for good.” Kaiyo reasoned as he faces her. “...Take care of mom for me... I’m going to end this.” He nods before he moved away from the door before he felt Erika wrap her arms around her boyfriend.

“D-Don’t go!” She said her voice cracking as she couldn’t hold back. “I hate what this has done to you... You’ve had to change so much... Don’t go... Stay with me... Just chuck that damn sword in the ocean and forget it... Please...” She weeped before Kaiyo pulled her arms off and turned to face her again.

Kaiyo leans down a bit to meet her lips giving her a sweet and gentle kiss. “...I’m coming back... I promise... I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Erika.” He tells her to help.

“You better... Idiot.” Erika sniffles before she finally let’s Kaiyo go once he was out of her sight she couldn’t help but start crying again.

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“ALARIC!” Kaiyo roared as the two meet at a rooftop just as it started to rain heavily but neither man cared as they got soaked. “...This is it... One of us isn’t leaving this fight...” Kaiyo said.

“...I wouldn’t have it any other way my boy!” Alaric chuckles holding his sword and book. “Your face... You saw her didn’t you? The last swordsman to hold that blade...” He asked about Kaiyo’s expirence seeing the past.

“I did... And now I’m here to remind you of something you’ve forgotten a long time ago...” Kaiyo said as he takes out his driver and the new, bulkier book he got from his expirence the rain pouing down on both. Ocean Berserker Merman! A monster awakens to justice to destroy the evil he once served! The book reads it’s story before Kaiyo jams the book in it’s slot.

Eternal King Of Blood! Jaou Read! “And what would that be?” Alaric asked before slotting his own book in and transforms  Break open the book Iron and Blood! Sink in your fangs! Make your home in the Shadow of your power and BLOOOOOD! Eternal Bloody King! Prey I do not find you!

“This is the Power of a Finite life! The power of Mortality!” Kaiyo yells before drawing his sword. Umi Battou! King of The Sea, Joining the Fray, Ocean Beserker Merman! To Summerise He’s stronger than ever!

The freshly formed rider suits are doused in rain before the two of them take up their blades and charge eachother both of them slamming there swords on the other’s shoulders and both drag their swords down the others torsos sparks flying off them both as they both stumble back but the difference in power could be seen as Kaiyo recovers faster and charges the vampire slashing him again before holding his arm up to use his new weapon.

Berserker Booster! He fires of powerful thunder blasts SHOCK! the armlet calls as it fires. “The last time you ever showed mercy was when you were forced to kill the last Jagged! Becuse you knew she was right! Your inaction in your own ranks killed those children! That... On top of not saving your daughter... It broke your heart didn’t it?” He asked.

“Do not pitty me boy!” Alaric roars as he slashes at Kaiyo but misses by a mile as Kaiyo sinks into the wanter. “Dammit!” He yells before Kaiyo jumps out from behind him slashing Alari’s back.

“You closed your heart off from everything cuz it was easier than to face the tradegy... Isn’t that right!?” Kaiyo yells.

“SHUT UP!” Alaric yells swinging widely before Kaiyo blocks and punches him back sending Alaric into the small wall on the roof. “I know what I am... I am a monster... Monsters aren’t allowed families... Friends... Happiness... It is forbidden for one like me to feel... I know that now... There is no going back for me!” He yells as he charges up a finisher.

Kaiyo puts his sword in the belt before starting his finisher. Ocean Berserker Hissatsu Douka! Umi Battou! “You’re wrong... Let this sword open your eyes!” Kaiyo yells as he charges Alaric.

The two run at eachother ready to strike but just as Alaric was going to strike he hears a voice “Alaric... You can stop...” and a face flashes before his eyes. “LeFay...” He muttered the hesitation gave Kaiyo his window to hit Alaric slashing Alaric with his full power Ocean Berserker Hissatsu Giri!

The two stood their backs too eachother for a few moments as the rain finally stops Alaric looks back. “...So this is the power of mortality...” He said with a slight chuckle before drops his sword and he fades away leaving his swords and books behind.

“...Goodbye... Alaric.” Kaiyo looked back as he de-transformed before he squints turning to see the sunrise.

[whumpishstuff]

*Alaric and Beau part 4*

*part 3*

  “Good morning, darling.” Alaric stands over Beau and runs his fingers through his hair. Beau flinches, remembering the day before. Being suffocated, almost to the point of unconsciousness, again, and again, and again.

  Alaric seems pleased by his fear. He leers down at him, a small smirk on his face. “It’s time to try your routine again, and hopefully make it all the way through this time.”

  Beau swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing slowly. His lungs still burn from the previous day’s torture. He’s already decided to go along with Alaric’s plans, not wanting to invoke his wrath again.

  “Yes, sir.” He tries to keep his face neutral, and almost succeeds. There’s still a spark of anger in his eyes that he can’t hide.

  “Good boy.” Alaric nearly purrs the words, pleased by his compliance despite his thinly-veiled fury. “Now let’s try this again. Breakfast is on the table. I have something I need to check on, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.

  He turns on his heel and leaves the room. Beau sits at the table and eats with vigor. He was starving, having refused to eat for the entire time he’d been there. He knows he has plenty more time, so he sips the tea, green, which is admittedly his favorite.

  By the time he’s finished, Alaric re-enters the room, with a pleased expression. “Very good job, darling. You actually did what was asked of you. But this is just the first step of the day, let’s see how you fair with everything else.”

  “Next is exercise.” Alaric suddenly yanks Beau out of the chair and pins him to the table.

  “Wha-?!’ Beau’s head hits the table and he hisses in pain. Alaric pins his wrists behind his back and tightens a zip-tie around them. 

  “Why?!” Beau shouts. “I didn’t do anything!”

  Alaric chuckles deeply, “This is just a precaution, darling.” He slips a blindfold over his eyes and pulls him upright. He takes him by the shoulders and leads him out of the room. It’s only moments before he removes the blindfold, and cuts the zip-tie. Beau opens his eyes to find himself in a very well stocked home gym.

  “Oh...” Beau is unnerved by the large room. “So I’ll be ‘training’ or whatever here?” 

  Alaric, still standing behind him, grabs his chin firmly enough to hurt. “Are you forgetting something?”

  “Ah, Sir.”

  “Good boy. And yes, you’ll be doing your physical training here.” Alaric walks around him and gestures to the multitude of equipment in the room. “I’ve had a friend of mine formulate a series of workouts for your specific body type.”

  Beau has to stifle a laugh at the thought of Alaric having friends. He manages to keep a straight face and asks, “So what should I start with, uh, Sir?”

  Alaric smirks at him and points to a list that’s pinned to the door. Beau leans forward to read the list and almost immediately jerks back. 

  “This is crazy! I can’t do all this!” He gapes at the list, it probably contains more exercise than he’s done in his entire life.

  Alaric spins him by the shoulder, and backhands him so hard he’s knocked to the ground. Beau vision blurs from the force of the blow. Alaric crouches down next to him and growls out, “Did. You. Forget. Something?”

  Beau nods, not trusting himself to speak with how disorientated he is.

  “And what did you forget?”

  “I-I didn’t say ‘Sir’. I’m sorry, Sir.”

  Alaric’s smile returns, and he helps Beau off the floor. His smile widens when Beau has to cling to him to stay upright. He gently strokes Beau’s back until the dizziness recedes.

  “Now, let’s get started. I’ll be sitting over there, and if your form needs correcting, or you start to faint,” He murmurs, on the edge of mocking. “I’ll help you.”

  Beau nods, demure for the moment, and reads the exercise routine again. First on the list is warming up on the treadmill so he steps on, but doesn’t know how to work the surprisingly complicated machine. He glances over at Alaric, and sees him smirking, unmistakably amused by his struggle.

  “Do you need help, darling?”  

  “Yes, Sir.” Beau flushes, humiliated by having to ask for his help.

  “Yes, what, Sir?” Alaric looks incredibly smug and it grates at Beau terribly, but he can’t risk punishment again so he gives in.

  “Yes, please, Sir.”

  Alaric smile warmly and he saunters over to the treadmill. He turns it on and explains, “It’s set to increase in intervals. Try to keep up.” 

  Beau just steps on, not wanting to talk anymore. It’s slow at first, it’s pace set to walking. Beau know that this can’t be all.  Soon enough, he’s jogging. He starts to sweat, leg’s burning slightly.

  Then he’s running at a decent pace. The muscles in his legs sting and sweat is dripping down his back.

  “Is- is this really a warm up,” He gasps out, “Sir?”

  “You know, you really shouldn’t speak unless spoken to.” Alaric’s eyes are glued to Beau’s body, he doesn’t even glance at his face as he speaks to him.

  Beau grits his teeth and stays quiet. He has other things to focus on anyway, like the fact that his sweat is dripping into his eyes and blinding him. Or how his legs feel like they’re on fire and might collapse under him.

  Suddenly, the machine stops. Beau’s legs give out. Alaric approaches him, and shoves a bottle of water into his hand. “Drink.” 

  Beau doesn’t argue.

  As soon as he’s gulped down what in the bottle Alaric pulls him upright and leads him to another machine. He sits him down and guides his hands to the handles. “This one targets your chest, the next two are for your arms, and then one for your legs. After all that, I’ll explain your ab exercises and you’ll complete them on that mat over there. Finally, stretches. I have a video that will guide you through those.”

  Beau can still hardly believe how much he’s expected to do. But he doesn’t have a choice, he has to at least try. He completes the reps, chest burning from the strain. He starts to get off the machine, but Alaric snickers and shakes his head from his chair.

  “That was just one set, darling. You still have four more sets to do.”

  Beau is suddenly sure that Alaric is trying to kill him.

  By the time Beau finishes with the machines, he’s panting so hard he’s ready to faint, and it feels like his muscles are about to fall off of his bones.

  He flops down on the mat and Alaric lists off the ab exercises. Beau audibly groans and Alaric shoots him a stern look, but there’s laughter in his eyes. “You had better get going, darling.”

  Various crunches, planks, and leg raises, over and over again. Beau is certain he can’t continue, but the glare Alaric sends his way terrifies him. He pushes through, although Alaric has to physically fix his form several times.

  When he finishes his sets, Alaric manhandles him into a standing position. Beau’s head swims so strongly that he starts to fall and Alaric has to hold him by the shoulders until he can hold himself up.

  As soon as he’s sure Beau won’t faint and give himself a concussion, he turns on the large screen on the wall. “This is a video of fifteen minutes of stretches, you’ll be doing more in the future, but I doubt you can handle that today.” 

  Beau swoons at the thought of doing one minute of anything with how exhausted and weak his body feels. But the video starts regardless. 

  Thankfully the first stretch is done sitting down, so he flops gratefully to the ground. He follows the instructions, stretching his legs straight in front of him and reaching for his toes. He can’t even get close. Alaric tsks from above him and shoves down on his back without warning.

  “Ow! Ah, Sir!” Beau’s eyes fill with tears. He didn’t think the pain in his muscles could get worse, until he was roughly shoved down again. Alaric wordlessly holds him down.

  “Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  “N-no Sir.” Beau is too exhausted to do anything other than agree.

  “Now on to the next one.” Beau can’t see it, but Alaric has a look of complete gratification spread across his face.

-

  He didn’t die. He was seriously starting to think that he would just keel over and die, but here he is. Every inch of his body aches like someone took a hammer to it. He’s jolted out of his stupor by Alaric’s deep voice.

  “My, my. You are absolutely filthy.” Alaric reaches down to where he’s spread out on the floor and pinches his sweat soaked shirt. He then grins and pinches his tear soaked cheek. “Next up is your shower. Let’s get going.”

[one-lonely-whumperfly]

“Raven, darling?”

The boy placed his book down and stood, walking over to the young Lord– Alaric– who was seated in front of a large mirror. “Yes?”

“I need your opinion.” The man spoke as he went to work messing with his hair. “Should I wear my hair up or down for the portrait?” His gaze in the mirror locks onto Raven, expectantly.

“Well, maybe you could do both?” Raven offered, and demonstrated with his own hair. “A high ponytail like this, and the rest down?”

Lord Alaric took a moment to consider that, then smiled. “Brilliant! Thank you, darling!” He took the boy’s hand and kissed the top of it, grinning when he saw the blush on the other’s cheeks. Releasing his hand, Alaric began to fix his hair, doing just as Raven had suggested.

As he finished, he turned and grinned. “Now,” he began, “how would you like your hair for the portrait?”

Raven looked up, tilting his head. “…what?” He was going to be in the portrait?

“How would you like your hair? Oh, and your clothing? I want to make sure you’re happy with how you look for the portrait.“

"I… y-you want me in the portrait?” He had to be hearing wrong. Or misunderstanding. There’s no way the Lord actually wanted him in the portrait with him.

Alaric smiled wide. “Of course I do! Why wouldn’t I want you with me, darling? You arethe person I spend almost all of my time with.” He walked closer, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. “Of course, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

Raven looked up. His eyes lit up, and he nodded. “I-I’d love to.” He whispered, making Alaric smile again.

“Great! So, how would you like your hair? And you can wear whatever you please. I do have some ideas.”

For the next thirty minutes, Raven found himself sitting in the chair the Lord had sat in, having his hair worked on by the Lord himself. They both eventually decided on leaving his hair down, braiding the sides and bangs. Raven slips on his headpiece, a simple gray piece of fabric with white beads attached.

Alaric looked at him with a smile. “Ah, I also have something for you.” He takes out a necklace that perfectly matches the headpiece… except the beads are pearls. Raven gasped as he stared at it.

“Th-thank you!” He exclaimed as Alaric put it around his neck and tied it in place.

“Of course, darling. If you want, I can always add pearls to the headpiece, too.” He took Raven’s hand, helping him stand. “Now, come on. Don’t want to keep the artist waiting.”

The boy couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he followed, one hand touching the necklace. He couldn’t believe he was going to be in a portrait!

As they arrived in the large living room, the artist was already set up. He looked to the two of them. “Lord Alaric, could you have the boy stand off to the side? He may be able to get me some supplies–”

“Raven is not a servant. He will be in the portrait with me.” Alaric cut him off with a smile. Although, he looked very irritated. The artist paled slightly and nodded. “Of course, sir.”

Grinning, the Lord took a seat on the couch, and gestured for Raven to do the same, which seemed to shock both of the others.

“I’ll be– you want–?”

“I’m not going to make you stand for hours for a portrait, darling.”

He took Raven’s hand and gently pulled him down onto the couch. Once they were both comfortably seated, Alaric instructed the artist to begin. Raven went to pull his hand away, only to feel the other’s grip tighten. He blushed and glanced over, seeing the smile on the Lord’s face. He smiled back.