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Nik Michaels

Klaus had been going back to the same little art shop for weeks now. His studio at home was stacked with paints but it didn't stop him going back at least once every few days.

The little bell chimed gently above the door as he stepped inside the cozy room. The scent of lavender floated through the room whilst the soft hum of music drifted past the selection of canvases and shelves.

His eyes immediately searched for her familiar face.

Y/N was handing a customer their receipt along with a beautifully decorated paper bag which contained whatever supplies they had bought. He moved out the buyers way when they headed for the door and took their place at the till.

"Hi Nik." She greeted, a smile on her face which he couldn't help but mirror.

"Busy day, sweetheart?" He asked as that damned bell rang again and a fellow artist made their way inside.

"Always busy in New Orleans!" She chirped, her eyes bright and keen as she waved at the other woman in the shop.

Klaus hummed faintly and tapped his fingers gently against the wood that stood between them. He waited relatively patiently for her to serve the woman before waiting for her attention again.

She turned back to him and gave him a cute little head tilt. "You can't possibly need more paint?" She laughed, the sound ran right along his spine and he felt his hairs stand on edge.

"Well paints aren't all you sell now are they, love?" He grinned and she shook her head.

"Pick whatever you like." She told him, gesturing to the contents of her shop making him push that little pout to his face.

"You aren't going to come out from behind there and help?" He questioned, tone playful. Her cheeks went an adorable shade of pink as she pushed the pointless gate that separated her and her customers to come over to his side.

Klaus smiled as she came over to him. He loved when he got to be so close. She was the kindest, most gentle hearted person he had ever met.

His eyes took in the soft, beautiful features of her face before trailing downwards. Her dress was a soft shade of blue in colour, one of his favourites. The bodice was fitted perfectly, the built in cups showing the perfect shape of each of her breasts before the aline skirt hid the rest of her curves. He glanced to the comfortable but never less than pretty flats that adorned her feet. Klaus loved that she never wore heels, kept her small and dainty.

Klaus was certain that even without his superhuman strength, it would be easy to pick her up, spin her around, lift her up, catch her, anything.

His eyes snapped back up to hers, taking in the way her irises swirled with colour. Suddenly the realisation dawned on him that her soft lips were moving, he tuned back into the conversation.

"Canvases? Or do you want something else like uh the dream catchers and things? I know you don't usually but there are some more...masculine ones you could have..." She offered, eyes darting round the room as she spoke about different things and thought of anything else she could offer him. "I have candles and incense? Uh...evil eyes? Some things to bring luck and stuff? You don't seem like a crystal guy..." She murmured, thinking aloud and he couldn't help but feel a little amused.

"Not particularly, but for you sweetheart I could be." He smirked and Y/N looked down with a smile.

"What did you come in for Nik?" She asked and he clicked his tongue.

"Well.." He muttered, his expression never dulling. "I came in hoping for a date...perhaps you have a spare evening this week?" Klaus proposed, his eyes wondering over her again without meaning to.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, it wasn't the first time he had asked for a date; in fact he asked pretty much every single time he walked in there.

"Nik-" She sighed softly and he huffed.

"Oh come on sweetheart! Just one dinner, one glass of wine...one kiss...one touch...one-"

"Nik!" She scolded and he groaned unseriously.

"Y/N..." He borderline whined and she giggled. "I'll buy every last brush in this store. Every last tube of paint, every sheet of paper, everything for one evening where you're mine and mine alone."

"If you buy everything it'll take me forever to restock." She shrugged and he swallowed down the little growl that his wolf produced.

"Then I'll spend all week helping you stack the shelves," He grinned and looked down at her, wanting nothing more than to grab her perfect little face and kiss that teasing smile right off her face. "I'll have to lift you up to help you reach those high shelves. Do tell me love, how did you get those up their?" Klaus asked as he eyed the beginners painting gift sets that rest far to high up for her adorable height to reach.

"Hm? Oh. My ex put them up there...they're just display ones, thats why people ask for them and I get some from out back." She explained and his light mood lowered.

"When was this ex last around?" He questioned, desperately trying to sound casual however it was anything but.

"Oh he doesn't come around here anymore." She told him simply but there was an underlying tone to her words.

"Did you end on good terms?" Klaus asked, curiosity obvious but also his concern.

"Uh...sure...you know, all breakups are messy." She mumbled, her attention on a little feather that dangled from a dream catcher she was fiddling with.

Klaus nodded silently, understanding that the topic needed to be dropped for the time being. He cleared his throat and picked the decoration from her hand.

"I like this one." He decided, whether it was because it was pretty or because she had touched it was unclear.

"You sure?" She checked, that smile on her face always contagious and it made him nod.

"Definitely."

"I'll bag it up for you" She told him, taking the dream catcher back and going back behind to the till. Klaus leaned against it, gazing at her as she picked a bag out for him. Each paper back was hand painted by her to be unique, there must have been hundreds ready and he couldn't help but wonder how much time she spent each week preparing them all. His eyes watched her hands wrap the item in a couple layers of tissue paper before gently placing it in the bag and placing it up in front of him. "Cash or card?" she asked, eyes back on his.

"Cash" He answered automatically, pulling out a fifty and she shook her head.

"Nik, no. No more big tips." She told him, borderline whined and he grinned.

"Oh love, you deserve the tips. Think of it as me paying for the bag." He offered a solution and she huffed.

"The dream catcher is $5. The paper bag is not worth $45." She argued and he shook his head.

"The bags are as beautiful as the item. And the dream catcher is worth more than $5" He countered and she sighed softly to herself as she reluctantly took the money from his fingers. "So...about that date" He brought up and she shot him a playful glare.

"I'm...very busy." She muttered and he hummed, clearly unconvinced.

"Perhaps you could schedule me in for next week then? Morning, afternoon, evening, middle of the night, it doesn't matter." He listed, becoming all the more eager, bordering on desperate.

"I'm just not ready for a relationship at the moment Nik and I don't think I could go on one date with you without wanting another." She sighed and he softened.

"Alright" He whispered with a nod. "I understand that..." He paused for a moment as he took the bag. "I can wait." He shrugged and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Wait?" She questioned and he nodded.

"I'm a patient man, I can wait for you to be ready." He told her and he meant it.

Y/N was human. She didn't know who or what he was. He wasn't Klaus Mikaelson the crazed hybrid, disgrace to the wolves and tyrant to the vampires, father to the tribrid and son to the original witch. He was just Nik, an artist. So simple yet it allowed him to be so much more. A man instead of a monster.

It was nice having Y/N's attention, she didn't have any twisted intentions. No ulterior motives, she wasn't evil or calculated, she was just kind and genuine.

"I'll still be coming here every week for paints and what not, then when you're ready I'll take you somewhere fancy." He winked and she laughed softly.

"I'll see you in a few days." She told him as he stepped back toward the door.

"I'll see you soon sweetheart."

And obviously he did. He came back all the time. Often giving her little paintings he had made with things from her shop. They could be seen hanging up in the back. Y/N lived in the apartment above her shop and almost never left the building, she had no need to unless she needed to go shopping. She went out for her weekly visit to town on Monday as it was the only day her art job closed. Klaus would almost always be roaming around the supermarket, waiting for her to show up so he could help pick out her dinners for the week and carry her bags home for her whilst she scolded him for trying to pay for her groceries.

Back home his family never knew where Klaus was going so often. All he said on a Monday morning was that he'd be back later to Hope and then would be gone for hours.

Never would any of them have thought he would be pushing a trolley round each aisle or juggling cartons round a shop.

Once he helped her get everything inside he would carry the bags up the steep steps leading from the back of her store but he never went into her apartment. She hadn't ever invited him in. He would just pass her bags over the threshold whilst she spoke to him from her kitchen as she put things away. When she came back out he would help her organise out back and sometimes he got to decorate the paper bags with her, swirling beautiful patterns and scenes across the material.

He'd only leave when it got dark and she became hungry, not without offering to take her out of course. Inevitably Klaus would go home in a strangely good mood, taking Hope to bed and reading her a story before going to his own room with only one thing or person on his mind.

Hayley, Rebekah and Freya would all hold the same look, knowing that Klaus was in over his head. Elijah would shake his head every time at their childish giggles and tell them to leave Niklaus alone, not that Klaus seemed the slightest bit aware. He was sure that he was very discreet about his visits.

But they all would get nosey each time he came down the stairs, skip in his usually dull step, a smile on his usually grumpy face. The girls would start to whisper and even Marcel would crack a joke every now and then. Klaus however, remained oblivious.

He hung around Y/N like a love-stuck puppy, bringing flowers and sketches for her to enjoy. But one day when he walked in, the little bell didn't ring.

A frown settled upon his face as he noticed the item on the ground. "Y/N?" He called, picking up the bell and walking further in. He heard a crash from out back and immediately pushed past the gate. Y/N was yelling incoherently, crying and backing away from a very rageful man.

A switch flicked in Klaus's mind.

Y/N sat in the corner of the room, face in her knees and hands over her ears whilst Klaus mercilessly beat the man until he couldn't blubber a word. The guy was dragged out into the alley round the back of the building, propped up by the bin and told that should he try to move, Klaus would pick him apart limb by limb.

Klaus went back to Y/N, his hands bloody so he wiped them on his shirt before taking her face into his hold only to see light bruising starting to form across the top of her cheek. His arms moved to pick her up, carrying her upstairs.

"I need you to invite me in, love." He told her, ignoring her confusion and making her say the words that allowed him inside. Once she was sat down on her sofa, blanket draped over her shoulders and an ice pack in hr hand, she started to calm down.

Her gaze stayed on Klaus as he cleaned his surprisingly unbruised hands in the kitchen sink. His henley was stained, finger smears of blood that made her feel sick.

"Who was that man?" Klaus demanded, voice much colder than she had ever heard it. It frightened her.

"He's my ex-" She told her, voice wobbly as she sniffed.

"I thought he didn't come round here?" He snapped and she flinched.

"He's not meant to...I have a restraining order" She whimpered and Klaus swallowed, trying to push his anger down. It wasn't directed at her, it was at the man bleeding out downstairs.

He wasn't thinking straight, but he knew that he needed to stop yelling. If Y/N had been in a presumably abusive relationship before then witnessing Klaus almost killing a man would not bode well for him. Being too loud, too aggressive in his movements would scare her more.

His hands rubbed down his face, trying to conjure ideas on how to fix everything. Klaus considered compelling her but he was certain that it would come back to bite him in the ass. He didn't want to be a vampire to her, a hybrid. He couldn't heal her, it would complicate things further.

What would a human do? He wondered, glancing over at her tear-stained face as she looked up at him silently begging for help.

"Should I...call the police?" He sort of offered, feeling strangely nervous. He thought maybe it was the right thing to do. He would compel his way out of any charges of course but at least to Y/N he would be a good person doing the right thing.

"No..." Y/N whispered and he was a little surprised when she shook her head. "You'll be in trouble."

"I won't...it'll be ruled as defence of innocent life, I didn't attack him, he attacked you and I stopped him. He's in the wrong." Klaus argued, voice much gentler now.

"You don't know him...he has ties and connections, the police will ruin you, you'll be taken away. He's not gonna come back...you scared him but if you take him to court he'll win. I only got the restraining order because I gave everything for it." She explained. Klaus hated how vulnerable she was because of that man.

"Okay" He murmured, nodding. "We should get you to a doctor though, you're still hurt."

"It's just bruising, nothings broken, I'd know." She uttered, her eyes glancing down momentarily in shame.

Klaus knew that he would have her ex strung up by his own intestines. Tearing him apart from the inside out and watching the fear and horror leave his face when death took his filthy soul.

Cautiously, he sat down beside her and helped her over to him to hold her in a comforting hug. Her tears began quiet before they developed into broken sobs that she must’ve been holding in for so long. Klaus understood now why she wasn't ready for him but he made her a promise that he would wait and he would continue to uphold that by being there for her so that she may heal.

Later that day once Y/N had cried herself to sleep, Klaus went out back to move her ex-boyfriend. He put him down in the dungeons of the abattoir before returning to the shop and cleaning everything up. Putting every last piece of paper back on their shelf, he picked up the torn bags that Y/N had made and put them in the bin before spending his night making a hundred more to replace them.

The next day Y/N didn't come downstairs, he could hear her lead in bed, sniffling away to herself. He didn't want to make her come down so he ran the shop for her, serving customers and packaging things the way he had seen her do and restocking shelves at the end of the day so that everything was perfect like she had it. He locked the front up for her and went upstairs, going through her cupboards to cook her something for dinner.

Her tired little self had shuffled into the room once the inviting smell travelled through her door and enticed her presence.

Klaus brought her the plate of food to the little kitchen island and helped her onto the chair. "It wasn't too busy today but it wasn't too quiet either." He told her whilst getting her some water.

"You worked for me?" She whispered and he nodded.

"Course I did, I'm not the only artist who relies on your shop." He told her, a playful element to his words to make her smile.

"Thank you" She whispered earnestly. "For today and yesterday."

"We don't need to remember yesterday." He murmured, shaking his head.

"You didn't do anything wrong... you saved me."

"Right place, right time." He argued and she scoffed softly but he wouldn't let her contradict him.

Eventually they just agreed to disagree and they tidied everything up before Klaus went home.

He got in and went straight to Hope's room, apologising for being gone so long and promising to take her out for the whole day tomorrow.

They went for ice cream, to the park, for afternoon tea and to a soft-play. All women loved seeing a dedicated father, especially an attractive one. However no matter how many mothers hit on him or how many by passers would flirt, Klaus wouldn't bat an eye. Y/N was at the centre of his mind all of the time when it came to women. He barely noticed the amount of eyes on him, the attention he usually craved.

Now the only eyes he needed on him were hers.

Weeks passed by of him continuing his routine of dropping by. Her ex-boyfriend was long gone and very mutilated. He fell harder and harder for her, he could've stared at her for lifetimes. Sometimes he would linger around the shop until she gave in and asked if he wanted to use her art studio upstairs, it was smaller than his at home but felt much more intimate. It was as though he could see her every feeling sprawled out across the walls, the floor, everything everywhere. He ended up with his own rack on canvases in her studio which he would add to as often as she let him.

He waited a fair amount of time before he got to take her out. She met him outside of her shop, dressed as gorgeous as ever when he pulled up beside her in his car. He got out to open the passenger door for her, making sure she knew how much she brightened his evening.

Y/N was a little quiet on the drive there, her walls were up when it came to dating and he knew that and made sure not to push his limits.

Dinner was as sweet as expected, he behaved as the perfect gentleman to charm her and treat her correctly. There was never a moment of doubt or a second she felt even the slightest bit uncomfortable. Everything seemed to flow perfectly.

At the end he brought her home and made sure she got in okay. There were no kisses but he had expected that and didn't mind. Klaus was too overjoyed that he had finally gotten to take her out to be stressed over a kiss.

Oh but once he got that first kiss, he never wanted a day without one.

Klaus wasn't a touchy person usually. However whenever given the opportunity to have hand on his girl? Whether it be the small of her back, her hip, her waist, her hand, her knee? It didn't matter where, so long as she was happy and comfortable.

Once the relationship started rolling, it seemed to have a smooth journey. Klaus had practically moved into her apartment.

He was always curled up around her on the sofa, tickling her sides and nuzzling her hair while she tried to finish a drawing off. Often they would both be in her little studio, getting paint everywhere as they tried to create a joint painting. Klaus would always be there for at least one out of the three meals.

After a couple months of dates and kisses, he told her something really important; that he was a father.

Y/N had been shocked and a little upset that he hadn't told her sooner but eventually she understood why he didn't want to broadcast it.

"It's nothing to do with you, my love. I wouldn't have told any woman until I..." He paused, he wasn't sure this was the right time to say he loved her. "Until I really care about them, If I had told you then I would have introduced you and I couldn't do that unless I was sure...everything's much more complicated when a child's involved." Klaus explained.

"I get it Nik, I do. I just- I need some time to digest it, okay?" She sighed and he felt his heart sink as he nodded, kissed her head and headed home.

He loved Y/N and it would break his heart but if she couldn't be apart of Hope's life ever then she couldn't be apart of his, not truly.

A few days went by, he gave her some space and didn't come by the shop, before he received a message from her asking if he would come over. Klaus knew he would never let her go after that. He let her meet Hope only a week later, watched as she pushed his daughter on the swings and went down the slide with her on her lap. Hope was still young, only just getting ready to start school so she latched onto Y/N easily.

Everything moulded together so beautifully. To him, they were the little family he had secretly craved. A family where hatred was non-existent. Love was truly boundless and honest.

Arguments were rare and were over surprisingly fast. Klaus was used to endless grudges and growing hatreds against everyone but not her and Hope. There wasn't a bad thing to say about either of them.

But it was getting difficult for a few reasons.

The main one being that he was keeping a lot of secrets. She didn't even know his name. To her he was Nik Michaels. Not Niklaus Mikaelson. He was human, an artist who was doing really well and had lots of foreign buyers. She knew he had a big family, he had mentioned some names and stories here and there but it was strongly implied that they didn't speak anymore. Y/N wouldn't have ever guessed that he was living with them. She didn't know where he lived, just assumed he hadn't ever taken her before because she'd never asked and because of Hope.

Another growing issue for Klaus was his need for further intimacy. He had so much understanding for how she felt and how she had been treated in the past, he wouldn't voice his desires but they were slowly driving him crazy.

The amount of masterbation he had engaged in since he met her was making his balls hurt. As a man who had never really had such tight loyalty to a woman or had to wait so long for any sort of sexual contact, the past months drove his body crazy. Especially with how perfect she was.

Sometimes when they'd snuggle up he'd feel himself get all hard again, he'd ignore it for as long as possible before it became painful. It was unclear as to whether Y/N was unaware or choosing to ignore what was happening when he would disappear to another room to try to ease the tension.

There had been a lot of times that he had smelt her lovely arousal, often when making out or lead in bed but she never addressed it either so he knew she wasn't ready.

Klaus knew she wasn't ready to have sex but he wondered if she was ready for anything else.

So when she was laid against him on the sofa beneath a blanket with a romantic film playing in front of her, he let his hands slip downwards. He mirrored the actions of the man on the screen, letting his fingers disappear under her waist band and graze over her panties. Y/N's hand held onto his shirt at his shoulder, she was tense but nodded silently. Klaus's fingers pet her clit through the cotton barrier, varying his pressure and direction. A series of little mewls and gasps left her soft lips whilst her head went down, her face pressing into his shoulder as her hips rolled against his hand and wrist. "You feel so lovely." He whispered as he pulled her underwear aside and coated his fingers in her wetness.

Y/N held onto him so tightly, her breathing messy and unpredictable as she whimpered. "Please Nik, please keep going."

Klaus groaned at the sound of her begging and eagerly obliged. He leant down to kiss her forehead softly to keep her comforted as he circled his fingers over her sweet little jewel. He was slightly hesitant to let his middle finger sink into her but after another minute of her delicate little moans he let her tight heat encase his skin.

The sound she produced was pornographic and her hips thrust forward with desperation. Klaus felt her nails break through his shirt and dig into his skin making hiss in a pained delight and pump a second finger within her velvet walls.

"Nik!" She cried beautifully and he leaned down to kiss below her ear before nipping her earlobe. Her moans fuelled his wrist to move faster, push deeper. The slippery swollen clit beneath the pad of his thumb felt as though it was buzzing as her face pushed right into his neck, a muffled call leaving her as she came undone.

Klaus eased his fingers out of her gently and gradually slowed the stroke of his thumb before pulling his hand out from under the covers and sucking her taste from them. His eyes rolled back and his tongue licked over his bottom lip to catch the drip.

He looked down to look at Y/N as her chest rose and fell dramatically with each breath and her hair stuck to the back of her neck making him push the blanket down a bit to help her cool.

Klaus kissed her cheek before turning her head with his hand to feel those lips he loved so dearly against his own. He loved how she panted into their kiss, stealing all the air from his lungs and letting him be blessed with another soft little moan he had dreamt of for months.

He pulled away slowly and kissed her lips a few more times, looking down at her eyes through his own and enjoying her disheveled state.

"I love you." Klaus whispered, his eyes darting between hers to gage her reaction.

"I love you too." She replied without missing a beat making him release a breath and kissing her again for a little longer to really saver that feeling.

From that day Klaus almost lived in her little apartment. He restocked shelves in the evening, helped her cook, helped clean and then snuggled until bed. Hope had been coming round a few days in the week, not sleeping over because he didn't want to raise alarm bells with his family and also because there wasn't room but she came over to play after the store closed and on Mondays when it was closed they would often drive out of town to go to softplays and parks.

A couple times Hope had accidentally called Y/N 'Mommy'. Every time Hope would either feel really bad and cry or wouldn't notice at all, no in between. Klaus would calm her down and tell her that Y/N didn't mind and that they knew she didn't mean it to upset her real mommy. Y/N would just soften even more. Being a parent was something she did want one day and knowing that to Hope she was good enough to be called her mommy gave her such joy and love for the sweet child.

Klaus and Y/N never mentioned having children. It was a little difficult with them living separately and her working nearly everyday so it wasn't brought up. They didn't think nor worry about that.

Well...not until she wound up pregnant.

Klaus had just unlocked the door to come inside, bouquet of flowers in his hand and smile on his face before he heard her soft sniffles from the bathroom. His face dropped and he quickly shoved the door open.

His brows furrowed before his eyes widened as he looked around. At least five pregnancy tests were littered on the floor around her as she curled into herself and cried.

Slowly he picked one up and read that magic little word. Klaus swallowed thickly and knelt down to wrap his arms around Y/N's frame.

"It's alright, love." He whispered to her. His hands rubbed her back and sides gently whilst he focused his hearing on her body, listening for that faint little beat of their baby's heart.

Her head shook with a sniff as she leaned against him. "I can't afford a baby...it's too soon. I'm not- I was gonna wait at least a couple years, we haven't been together long enough-"

Klaus tried to shush her gently but her breathing became more and more rapid and her words started to blur together. Klaus could feel the worry building except he was worrying for two now.

"Y/N" He murmured, cupping her teary face in his hands. "We'll figure this out. I'm gonna be here, I can afford this okay? You can't worry about that. Just... just worry about your health and our baby." He trailed as his hand slid down her front to her tummy.

Y/N looked up at him through glassy eyes before glancing at his hand. She was quiet for the longest time, staying on the floor as he cleaned up the tests, throwing all but one out.

He made sure she ate something for dinner before going to bed with her, snuggling close and whispering about how beautiful their little boy or girl would be.

Y/N went back to work the next day, despite Klaus trying to persuade her that he could run the shop whilst she had a few days to herself.

So whilst she ran the art store, he started looking at real-estate nearby. He knew that they would need a house with at least three bedrooms if not four; one for them, one for the baby and one for Hope. If he could get a four bed it could be a playroom and then one day another bedroom. Klaus worried a bit over how his family would be, if they'd let him take Hope. Of course Hayley would have her half the time but he knew Hayley and he knew she wouldn't want split custody. But he couldn't leave Y/N and their child so he'd have to get it to work.

In the early months of Y/N's pregnancy everything was normal. Klaus kept up his visits, took her to doctors appointments and hid little sonograms in his room at home.

Though they didn't stay there long before he found a house.

It was perfect.

Five bedrooms, two of which were en suites with showers. A separate bathroom upstairs with both bath and shower and then a smaller one downstairs. The kitchen was spacious and had a lot of potential which Klaus immediately took advantage of and had people in and out all of the time to fit the marble countertops. Then he had an island fitted for the mental image of his cute little family having breakfast still dressed in their pyjamas and slippers. He still had a dining table for their evening meals and for when Hope got older and wanted to invite friends over or anything. He also furnished the living-room to be comfy and inviting with a beautiful fireplace and everything.

Klaus had lived in many houses, mansions, apartments but they were never a home. They were soulless, empty buildings that he just floated around so this time he wanted to make it homey and special. Warm, comfortable and full of life.

Once Y/N was six, almost seven months pregnant, Klaus told he had a surprise for her that required her to be blindfolded. She had yawned and told him that she was too tired which made him chuckle before leading her into the car.

When he took the cloth away from her eyes she was faced with such a stereotypical sight; that big white picket fenced house with a lovely lawn covered in flowers and berry plants.

Klaus wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting both hands on her now prominent baby-bump whilst placing a kiss to her temple.

"I know you were worried about raising our little one in your flat...The house is all ready for us, I'll keep your apartment above the shop so that you still have it and I’ll run the art store whilst you’re on maternity- We can have your things moved here- though I did buy some new-" He kept rambling but Y/N spun round and pushed her lips to his to shut him up.

She pulled away after a moment and rest her head in the crook of her neck, Klaus nuzzled into her hair before he realised she was sniffling back tears.

"What's wrong, my love?" He whispered and she wiped her eyes.

"Nothing...it's just perfect...you're perfect." She whimpered and he smiled, holding her tight. He chuckled softly, her pregnancy hormones had made her so teary over the smallest things but he didn't mind.

"You want to go see inside?" He asked her and she nodded vigorously, holding onto his hand as he lead her to the doorway.

He showed her the downstairs before taking her to their bedroom. On the bedside table was a framed sonogram and a framed positive pregnancy test. Y/N was a sniffling mess in seconds and Klaus was kissing all over her face to try calm those cries away. She was a mess when he brought her to the nursery, it wasn't decorated yet, only a simple crib in the room.

"I couldn't design this room without you." He whispered, stroking her bump as he did so.

That night Y/N and Klaus cooked for the first time in their new house, snuggled by their never before used fireplace and then went up to their new bed.

Klaus helped her our of her maternity clothes, shushing her when she told him she was gross like this. "You're gorgeous like this, I love that you're pregnant with our baby." He told her as he unclipped her bra making her whimper.

"I just want it out of me now." She sniffed, trying to cover her body with her arms and hands but he wouldn't let her.

"I love your body, it's always beautiful." He promised while pushing her to lay down on her back. Klaus wiped away the little tears that gathered in the corners of her eyes and kissed her sweet lips. His hands slid up to gently cup her swollen breasts, caressing them softly and kissing her jaw.

"We can't have sex like this...I look like-"

"You look like an angel." He cut her off, refusing to hear her talk bad about herself. He trailed his lips down her neck to her chest before sucking little red marks into her breasts. Klaus listened to her whimper, glancing up to check she wasn't hurting from how sore she was becoming lately. He smiled when he saw the look of pleasure in her eyes and slipped his hand down between her thighs where it belonged.

He stroked her pussy gently, feeling how wet she was without him having to do anything. Klaus knew Y/N needed him, his body, much more then she would ask for because she had become so self-conscious since getting a little bigger. Klaus found it silly that she could think being full of his child would make her less attractive, if anything it made her ten times sexier. Of course he knew that sometimes she was too tired but there were many occasions when she needed him and he knew it but wouldn't want him to touch her.

Tonight he felt the strong need to satisfy his love. So he circled her clit rhythmically whilst getting his pants off as swiftly as possible.

Y/N had no time to protest before his cock was burying inside her. She whimpered loudly and rolled her head to the side. "Nik..." She moaned and he groaned, leaning down to kiss her cheek round to her lips.

Y/N was desperate for the feel of his mouth on hers, the thrust of his cock between her walls and the grip of his hands on her hips but she couldn't help but worry about how she looked and she only knew she was going to get bigger in the remaining three months. Her eyes glanced down at her belly and the was he tried his best not to touch it as his hips rocked up against hers. Their lips parted and he cupped the side of her face.

"I'm just making sure I don't hurt the baby is all." He whispered, noticing her sad stare. "Don't think I don't want to touch you all over." He purred into her ear before sucking her earlobe between his teeth. "Once our little one is born and you're all rested I'll make sure you remember how good it feels when I get rough, hm?" He murmured whilst kissing the side of her face.

Y/N nodded stiffly and pushed her face into the crook of his neck, just focusing on the heat of his skin on hers and the electricity running in their veins.

Klaus kept his body moving, bucking his hips just right to make her moan into his skin. His hand kept playing with her swollen clit, teasing her closer and closer.

He grew more needy for her cunt to clamp down as he felt himself leak a few drops inside her. Klaus was grateful that she couldn't see his face when his eyes went gold and his fangs elongated, threatening her flavoursome flesh. Y/N could feel his breathing against her shoulder as his fingers dug into her sides.

"That's it, love-" He gasped, thrusting faster before slowing and giving a few slow, calculated plunges of his cock before feeling her sweet pussy squeeze tighten and gush around him. Klaus released a fast breath, urging his hybrid features to go away when he felt her shift beneath him, whispering if he was okay. He forced the fangs back in, the gold away and the veins to fade beneath his eyes as he felt her insecurities start to bubble.

Klaus pushed up on his arms, leaning down to kiss her deeply. His hands caressed up and down her body, making sure not to leave an inch of her untouched before he pulled himself out of her and slid his hands under her.

"Oh god- Nik don’t even try-" She protested but he picked her up with ease, much to her surprise, and carried her to their en suite bathroom.

Y/N went quiet at how easily he seemed to hold her as he ran a bath. Then lowered her into the warm water and continued to clean the sweat from her body and lean down to leave a display of kisses on her already marked up skin.

She couldn't help but just gaze at him as he let her relax amongst the bubbles and washed himself in the glass shower. The hybrid smirked to himself as he felt his love's eyes on him as the water ran down the length of his body. He cast a few looks her way, admiring her shy smile as she sunk into the water though that beautiful bump of hers still peaked up at him.

Once they were both out they laid down in the now clean bed. (Klaus had managed to secretly use his vampire speed to change all the bedding). They curled up together and drifted to a peaceful sleep.

The weeks seemed to go so fast, Klaus kept forgetting to go home to the point where his siblings actually thought something bad had happened.

Which was why when Klaus had gone grocery shopping for the two of them, Y/N was home alone to answer the door to three of his siblings.

Rebekah, Elijah and Freya all held threatening stances as they glared down the door, expecting a witch or a vampire. None of them were expecting nine-month-pregnant, overly emotional and tired young woman to answer the door.

She looked back at them a little confused and frightened when she realised they did not look friendly and she did not recognise them form the little neighbourhood she and Klaus had been getting to know. She shifted on her feet and placed a protective hand on her pregnant tummy.

"Can I help you?" She asked, voice soft and clearly nervous making the three siblings share a few looks. Elijah was about to apologise and claim they had the wrong house but Rebekah got in first.

"Do you know Klaus?" She questioned, tone coming out too harsh making Elijah wince.

"Uhm no...I'm sorry, I don't think anyone called Klaus lives close. Uh... two streets over theres a Clyde?" She tried to be helpful and it was obvious to all three of them that this girl wasn't going to have the answers they were looking for.

"We're very sorry for the intrusion miss." Elijah apologised, silently urging his sisters to leave this woman alone. "I think we got the wrong street, I hope you can forgive us." He told her earnestly and she nodded.

"It's okay...theres a lot of roads its easy to go down the wrong one- oh!" She cut herself off with a cry and they all went tense. Elijah stepped forward offering his arm for her to grab and squeeze painfully and she yelled out in pain.

"Rebekah! Start the car!" He called, wrapping his arm round the woman and helping her out the house. "Freya? Where's the closest hospital?" He questioned whilst squeezing her hand as her breathing started to level out.

"It's okay" Y/N whimpered, not wanting to give birth without Nik.

"Of course it's okay darling. Has your water broke yet?" Elijah asked, guiding her to the car.

"Yeah- It went just before you knocked... I was about to call- Oh god Nik- my phone I can't-" Her breathing picked up again but this time in a panic before another contraction came and she cried out, clutching his hand for dear life.

"It's alright, it's alright. The hospital will have his number, is he your next of kin?" He asked and she nodded, relaxing at the realisation and letting him ease her into the car.

Rebekah drove like a mad women, trying to keep conversation flowing; name, age, family, future plans. Freya was talking through breathing exercises and Elijah kept himself as a human stress ball.

Once they pulled up at the hospital they were all rushing in, yelling that they needed nurses, doctors anything to help this woman.

Surprisingly they all remained in the waiting room for a couple hours after feeling a strange bond with the mother-to-be after finding and helping her.

None of them really linked the fact that her boyfriend’s name being Nik could have been Niklaus, especially with how confused she was when they said Klaus.

So nobody was ready for Klaus to come rushing through the hospital, barging past anything and shoving the door open.

A silence fell over the three for the first time in years as they just stared at the closed door. Nobody moved for ages, even as Klaus dashed in and out of the room for more ice-chips, they just stayed put.

Occasionally one of them would go to the bathroom or to get a sandwich from a vending machine but they didn't even consider leaving the hospital until they heard the cries of a beautiful newborn baby.

Rebekah physically relaxed, collapsing in her seat when she was sure that the baby was okay. Hayley received a vague text that they'd be home sometime in the next couple days before they got back to patiently waiting for Y/N To be well enough.

The next morning the door opened and all three of them got up to their feet at the sight of Klaus with his arms around Y/N and her arms around the sweetest little baby ever.

"Oh. Those are the lovely people I told you about." She told Klaus, looking straight at them making Klaus turn his head.

His face dropped when he saw them and her heart-rate spiked. He tried to shake his head, to get out of this but he was panicking.

Y/N didn't know about the supernaturals. She didn't know about all his siblings. She didn't know he was Klaus. She didn't know anywhere near enough to be dealing with any of it right after giving birth.

"That's...that's very...kind of them." He choked out, trying to get anything out of him.

"We should thank them, they didn't need to stay." She whispered to him and he hesitantly nodded.

"I'll thank them, you get him into the car okay my love? He needs to get away from all these sick people." He told her, kissing her head and then his son's.

"No- Nik, come on lets just go say thank you." She argued, tiredly and made her way over making him hurry after her and keep his hand on her so they couldn't get too close.

He glared them down, daring them to say a word as Y/N thanked them so so much for getting her there safely and talking to her. She showed them the baby and Elijah worried that Klaus might actually snap when Rebekah asked to hold him.

"I think he's a little tired, probably best to get him home. Come on love, we all need rest." He urged and Freya nodded, putting a hand on Rebekah's shoulder.

"He's right, they need to get settled. Maybe one day we'll get to see the little man again." She agreed but the underlying question was there as to whether Klaus was ever planning to come clean about whatever was going on.

He let out a sigh and slipped his hand round to hold his son's tiny hand.

"Perhaps. Now we really need to leave." He was getting frustrated and Y/N was confused.

He lead her away and she looked up at him.

"Nik...is something wrong? Do you know them?" She asked as they got out the door and a frown swirled across his features.

"It's...I'm gonna explain it later okay? I just need you both inside and safe and comfy, I just..." He swallowed down his worry and strapped their little boy into the carseat. "I love you." He told her, standing up straight and cupping her face.

"I love you too...I don't understand what that-"

"It doesn't, I just need you to know how much I adore you." He whispered and she smiled.

"I love you too." She kissed his lips softly. "Nothing's going to change that." She promised and Freya, Elijah and Rebekah listened from round the corner with soft smiles on their faces.

Everything was going to be different when they got home. Klaus was worried. His son had just been born, healthy and perfect. He had planned to bring them home, feed her a lovely dinner and possibly propose to her.

He had chosen the most gorgeous ring. Klaus wanted to be with her forever, especially now that they had a new little angel that they shared. He hadn't ever had such a normal, domesticated relationship.

The house, the kids.

If they got a pet his life would be every movie ever.

But now he had to ruin it all. He had to reveal the worst parts about himself.

How would his darling Y/N react when she found out he was a serial-killing monster who's haunted millions of people for hundreds of years. Or that he daggered his own siblings, tortured innocents and sacrificed teenagers.

Could she forgive that? Should she love him? Would she even want someone like that near such a delicate baby boy?

Klaus stared at himself in the mirror, tucking the ring box back into his hiding place and taking a breath as he tried to ready himself.

[neechees]

I notice whenever fans try to design dresses for Pocahontas, they always put her in fashion inspired from other non-Powhatan (or even areas that aren't the Eastern Woodlands cultures) Native clothing instead of Powhatan inspired clothing. Like they'll put her in turquoise (most famously found among Southwestern tribes), or in a Plains hide dress, slap on a dream catcher somewhere (from the Ojibwe), put her in hightop moccasins (that hadn't been popularized by the Kiowa yet), and the like.

What she SHOULD be wearing is all decked out in pearl necklaces, a long deer hide dress embroidered with seashells, copper armlets, and red ochre makeup.

[mchlgayser]

ATTENTION WHORE!

starring: neymar x female!reader

warning/author's note: mention of a bitch trying to look like u- this is OBSESSION, neymar being sooo pissed off, not at you ofcz you're his babygworl 🥺 heavy cursing???? almost a fight scene. P.M.G ALERT ⚠️ 50% angst and 60% fluff, (no shit) I kinda hate it bcs it was chaotic not proofread

extra note: none. have a nice day xx

song suggestion: copycat by billie eilish

The call ended, you said goodbye to your boyfriend and he disconnected the call. Your head was against the pillow, eye boring on the dream catcher that hung outside your balcony, gazing as it sways left and right as the wind blew.

Just a minute ago, Ney woke you up from your beauty sleep with a call, he's practically reminding you about today's practice. He wants you to be there to watch him practice before a big game that was coming soon. After all you couldn't say no to him. You sat up stretching your joints and stood up to have a bath.

It was a long and warm bath, you had already readied a pair of clothing which is a black turtleneck along with a pair of oversized hoodies, you are wearing loose ripped pants and a G.A.P cap.

After five minutes, you are done putting on some light makeup and a pair of Nike air force. Finally, grabbing on your car key and left the room with your bag over your shoulder. One hand holding your phone and the necessity.

You get into your car and drive off to the venue where he'll be practicing.

-

It was a twenty minutes drive, minus the traffic as it was week day and parked your car on the vip basement parking lots. A few securities is guiding the site and you, with leisure walk to the entrance, one of them immediately recognized lets you in without questions but someone beat you to it. A girl in her mid-twenties, probably around your age, with hair in 'blonde' color, wavy curls coils, shoulders bumping against you. Her sharp eyes was on you the whole time but so were yours 'Yes?' She started with a harsh manner

You simply rolled your eyes at her 'I'm here for my boyfriend.' You said, eyes challenging. She scoffed 'Guards please take this delusional woman away!' She ushered but none of them budged 'Are you deaf?!' Sh yelled pointing her index finger out 'Now--'

She was cut off by a familiar voice of your boyfriend, he was running towards your direction 'Neymar--' The woman's eyes went wide, mouth agape upon seeing Neymar with arms around your body, your head hidden by his broad chest

'Sorry, I was't late was I?' You said pecking both of his cheeks and one final kiss in his lip 'No meu amor, you came right on time... Oh I see you met our new assistant manager.'

You gave the woman a nasty playful glare and give your boyfriend an innocent smile 'Yes, Let's go anjo, I wanna meet Kyky!' You implied to your friend, Kylian and he bobs

What you didn't know at the moment was a nasty, horrendous plan had come up to the woman's head. A creepy smile crept to her angel-liked features as she strutted back into her office room.

-

The next day, you came back again to the practice venue to see your boyfriend, you had also promised your friend, Kylian a fancy dinner with him today. You get in the lobby seeing a few staff eating brunch and some of them chit-chatting. You came upon your friend, Angela whom you meet months ago when she started working here and she was talking to the woman from last night.

They were intrigued with the talking until she sees you approaching 'Love, Meu Deus, how're you?!' She said, excusing herself and went to hug you, you gladly hugs her back 'Hello Angel, it's nice seeing you again!' The two of you broke the hug and the woman made her way beside Angela 'Nice meeting you again, miss Y/n' You eye her up and down and something, somewhere triggered in you. The way she's dressing. It was familiar, so oddly familiar.

Angela looks between her and you with wide eyes, she gasped 'Shit, haha Y/n, I forgot I got something to show you. It's regarding my sister's weds!' You get the hint obviously since Angela is an only child.

You hum and left with her 'You should've thinking what I'm thinking right now didn't you?!' Her voice is harsh and quiet, you half-shrugged 'Is it because she wears the same clothing I wore on your birthday party?'

She eagerly nods, you gulp the huge lump on the back of your throat 'It might be just a coincidence, I mean it can happens right?' She stopped you abruptly 'If going to your social media account to stalk you and copy you does it still means coincidence?' Your eyes was now on her, fully.

'How would you know anyway?'

She hid somewhere in the hall corner and whispered to you 'I sees her last night,' She backed away 'But she told me cus she find you pretty.' Now you didn't wanna come to any rushed decision and accuse her even though you know how shitty she was by the way she acted yesterday. You decided to set the conversation aside and just focus on today. Spending times with Ney and Kylian.

-

The practice ended, and both Ney and Kylian are now in the changing room to shower and change attires. You waited outside on the bench playing with your phone

'You are so cute Neymar!' You heard a voice approaching, you tilted your head back seeing Neymar, Kylian and Alexandria who you get to catch name is. She had an arm loosely wrapped around Ney's arm and she was laughing while Ky eyed her the whole time. You witness Ney getting uncomfortable by her constant touches so you decided to step up

'Hand to yourself please!' It didn't came out serious but playful. You stare up at her as she slowly lets go and let out a short awkward laugh 'Awh party pooper!' She mocked you.

You didn't said anything after that and let her be, Kylian told you that he's and Neymar are ready to leave. He had already reserved a table for you three and now was finally the time to leave the venue. Alexandria perks her ears at this 'You three are having dinner together? Cool can I tag along!' It wasn't a permission but an order. She wanted to come along

Both Kylian and Neymar didn't wasted a second and said no but your answer is a yes 'Sure.' You shrugged. Ney shot you a confused look but you held his hand tighter.

-

The food is placed down, and Alexandria is having her best time laughing and trying her best to get both Ney's and your friend's attention. Keyword, trying. Both of them didn't pay her any of that and instead acts like she doesn't even exist. You had to purse your lip most of the time to stop yourself from laughing out loud at her attempts.

'So Y/n what do you think if I dyed my hair (your hair color)? Do you think it'll suit me.' From the corner of your eye, you see Kylian uncomfortably shifting on his seat, you smile back at her, eyes creasing 'That'll look good, definitely!' She smirk and bobs her head up and down 'Great!'

The conversation goes on, and you unintentionally left Alexandria out of the conversation, joking around with your two best guys, some times eyeing her to see she's been playing with her food, head down and awkward.

'Don't remind me of that!' Ney complained at you, Kylian is laughing his ass off at the two of you 'That was legit hilarious! The fact that he, himself didn't notice it just makes it ten times funnier' He snorts.

Alexandria huffs loudly averting the two attentions on her 'You guys left me out' She pouted, grumbling incoherent words to act naturally cute, Ney faked a silent gag at that and you pushed him giving him a stern glare. This time he pouts mumbling stuff

Alexandria soon leave, Kylian following suit ten minutes later. You and Ney are still walking, taking a breather together at the park, hands in hands gazing on a starry night atmosphere 'Has Alexandria been giving you hard times?' You eyed up at him and let a small toothy grin 'Nah, not yet.'

'It's been almost half an hour, wanna go home?'

'Please...' He wrapped his arm around your shoulder directing you to the car and driving to your both's shared apartment.

-

Two days went by after that, and for that, you haven't come by once to the venue because of your hectic work. Ney is understanding so it wasn't much of a problem since you have already promised him to drop by today, your vehicle parked and you entered the place. It was empty only a few stuff passing by. The players must been practicing, you thought walking to the main field and as you strut you came across Alexandria. Oh how you felt like shit that day was. She had her hair in (your hair colour), wavy curls just like you did but it was slightly longer. You feel nothing but anger. Her heels too. She was wearing the same pair as you. The one Neymay got you on your birthday which is also the same date as you both anniversary.

She was smiling, walking up the tunnel towards you 'Oh what a coincidence, we look very similar today!' How badly you wanted to pluck those teeth of hers. That wicked smile never wore off of her face. That disgustingly beautiful hazel brown doe visions.

Two steps away from her and you scoff 'Aren't you looking stunning today? I hope you car got flat tyre in the middle of the wood.' You barked back at her intentionally bumping her shoulder against yours 'And, please... Stop being so fucking pathetic and go fuck yourself somewhere else, needy whore.' The sound of heels clicking against the floor clearly heard along with her rigid and fast breath. Her chest heaving up and down is a violent manner.

You saw Neymar doing two touches with his teammate as you seat on the bench and watch him practice, Alexandria came again taking a seat beside you 'Y'know, it was't so bad hearing you barked like a dog earlier, can't wait for it in the future.'

'What future? You'll get hit by a truck tonight.'

Never spare her a glance, you wave your hand at your boyfriend after making contacts, she swatted your hand down and Neymar who clearly sees everything are not exactly pleased by it.

You glare at her, taking her wrist in your arm and start squeezing it 'You really should stop pissing me off, I don't wanna get into a fight with a low life bitch like you.' didn't get the enough chance to dodge it, Alexandria placed a loud and hard slapped across your cheek 'Who's a bitch now huh?!' You exhaled a long sigh, putting your bag down and stood up towering over her small figure, your hand made its way to the back of hair as she yelps in pain, slapping your hands both telling you to stop but it all fell on deaf ears.

'I warned you. To stop. Being. A. Bitch.' Punctuated each words with an echoing slap. Neymar rushed to you pulling you away from her, she fell to her butt and cries, a few strands of her hair was on the palm of your hand, you cringed waving your hand to get it off 'It hurts you bitch!' She screamed, you scoff turning away from her, Neymar turns to her 'Now, don't call my amor that you filthy woman, I've keep up with you this whole time not for you to talk shit and call my girlfriend names, now even dressing up like her, dyeing your hair to look like her. You are delusional. You need helps.' Neymar bursted, eyes raging with pure anger and rage.

She sniffle, looking down on the floor 'You should just pack up your things and leave or we gonna make it harder for you.' Mbappe confessed in a playful state. She started scurrying like a mice bowing her head at you thousand times and left, running.

You moaned feeling relieved that she's finally left, right now all you wanted was to go home and rest. This is a long day after all. Neymar stay behind comforting you with kisses and hugs 'Do you wanna go home now minha princesa?' You gaze up on him 'Can't I?' Neymar did not wait a second and left with you afterwards.

[misseviehyde]

IN YOUR DREAMS

Sarah knew she was dreaming again... or at least having THE nightmare. It was the same nightmare, the same one she always had.

The bully was everywhere. Sarah could smell her, feel her, taste her and hear her.

Yesssss, you're weak... you're so fucking pathetic. You can't even fight me in your dreams.

Sarah groaned in her sleep - her body drenched in sweat and her face a rictus of terror. Inside her own mind she was paralysed, unable to move as Khloe approached her with steady clops of her black thigh boots.

The bully was impossibly large and powerful. She towered over Sarah and her lips were a cruel smile of ecstasy. She was dressed in tight black clothing and gorgeous from head to toe. She was everything Sarah secretly wanted to be, but never could be. She was perfect.

Rich, powerful, dominant, spoiled. Khloe was a Goddess. She made Sarah feel so pathetic, so small and weak.

You know that I'm going to destroy your friends and your family too - I'm going to RUIN everything you hold dear. I'm going to take IT ALL. But first I'll start with making your greatest nightmares come true.

The bully laughed and advanced on the whimpering Sarah, her nails glinting as she turned her hand into a claw and reached out to her face.

I could tell you that this won't hurt much, but then I'd be lying. Mmmmmh, it's going to be a long night for you loser...

************

Sarah awoke screaming and clawing at her face where the sensation of Khloe's nails still itched and burned like fire.

She shuddered in horror at the memory - the sensation of being dominated and destroyed by the superior girl.

But it was only a dream right? Or rather, a nightmare. A recurring nightmare.

Sarah had been bullied at school, but Khloe was entirely a figment of her own inner fears and worries. She was an amalgam of every girl that had ever teased or taunted her. She was what Sarah hated and feared.

The dreams were so vivid. Khloe seemed more evil and powerful every time. Sarah was starting to worry maybe she was losing her mind. She'd always had a powerful imagination - but now it seemed over-active.

A knock at the door caused Sarah to startle and she smiled weakly as her boyfriend Sam came in with a steaming cup of fresh tea.

"Woah, you look exhausted. Bad dreams again?"

Sarah nodded and he sat down and slid his arm around her.

"I'm so sorry babe. I hate that you keep having these nightmares. I wish there was something I could do to help."

"I know," smiled Sarah as she squeezed his hand. "Hopefully they'll go away eventually."

Sam shook his head doubtfully. "Maybe, but I'm going to talk to my friend Kelly. She might have something that can help."

Sarah sighed, "Oh no, not Kelly who is into magic and all that stuff. Please don't tell me I'm so desperate I have to turn to all that spiritual mumbo-jumbo. Last time it took weeks to clean up the mess those weird candles made."

Sam laughed, "Kelly may be a little kooky, but some of her ideas have worked for me. We may as well try!"

Sarah smiled weakly at him and shrugged. "Well, okay then."

**********

Gazing at the strange web like frame of the dream-catcher, Sam wondered if it could really work, then shrugging finished nailing it into place above the bed. It was a circular contraption with brightly coloured threads stiched across the frame. Feathers hung from the bottom of the hoop.

He was a pretty open minded guy, but he wasn't sure if he believed in magic. Then again, perhaps the benefits of the dream-catcher were psychosomatic and it might still help.

So long as Sarah felt that it might work and her nightmares decreased, he was willing to try anything. He'd do anything to help his girl.

Kelly had explained that the dream catcher would catch bad dreams and nightmares in the web of coloured threads. They would then be burned up and destroyed in the pure natural sunlight the next day.

Sam had to admit he was actually fascinated by Sarah's dreams. He could never remember his dreams, he wasn't even sure he had any. It also entranced him to hear about other peoples and he wondered how it must feel to experience such vivid and surreal mental pictures.

His good work done, Sam tidied the bed, gave the dream catcher a whirl and went off to make a cup of tea. Now to test if it worked!

***********

Sam awoke to a strange feeling. It was like an electic storm or static charge was building in the air.

He'd gone to sleep nearly three hours ago, Sarah by his side and the dream catcher swinging over their heads. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully for once, but above them the dreamcatcher spun and twisted.

Something dark and evil was caught in that web. Sam could feel it. A bad dream... a POWERFULL bad dream was caught. The dreamcatcher seemed to spark with power and energy.

Fascinated he reached up and touched the dream catcher... there was a pink blast and Sam groaned as the world spun and he fell into darkness.

Suddenly Sam was lying on his bed alone and it seemed like the middle of the day. A beautiful bitchy blonde woman was looking at him with disdain on her face and he realised with a start that he must be dreaming.

"Who the hell are you?" she sneered as she brushed back her perfect hair and Sam saw she had long sharp nails and a body that oozed lust and popularity.

"No wait, I know exactly who you are. You're Sarah's pathetic little boyfriend. The weakling little bitch who actually thinks that pathetic loser has anything to offer. I'm Khloe her dream-bully. Nice to meet you."

Sam felt anger flare. "You... you're that dream bully who has been tormenting her every night. Well the jokes on you bitch, because now you'll never be able to harm her again. The dreamcatcher stopped you and now Sarah is safe! Without her imagination to empower you, you'll begin to fade away. Once Sarah forgets about you entirely you won't exist anymore."

Advancing sexily, Khloe straddled Sam and reaching down began to unbuckle his fly. "All your life you've wanted to have vivid dreams, you've wanted to know how it feels to be a dreamer. Well - let me give you something to dream about..."

Khloe's lips twisted into an amused smile. "Perhaps - or perhaps your dreamcatcher has given us both exactly what we've always wanted."

Sam groaned as his cock popped out into Khloe's eager hands and she began to stroke it with her slutty hands. She giggled as she looked down at it. "Cute - but you could do better."

Sam gasped as a feeling of power throbbed through him and his average dick began to swell and grow. It grew thicker, longer and more sensitive. "H... how?" he gasped.

"We're in a dream baby," purred Khloe. "Here, all your fantasies can become true. You can be who you want to be. Best of all, this dream can become reality thanks to your dreamcatcher. Unlike a normal dream when you wake from this one, any changes you have made will become true in reality. If you want them to that is."

"H...how... and how do you know that? It doesn't make any sense."

"Dreams don't have to make sense Sam," purred Khloe as she slowly stroked his now rock hard cock. "Nothing needs to make sense except the pleasure I can give you. From now on you will dream of me every night and make her dream of me too. Then you can have everything you ever wanted. You're going to help me become stronger, not weaker."

"Noooooo," groaned Sam as Khloe stroked and rubbed his enhanced cock. "Noooo, I can't."

"Mmmmmh, yes you can," giggled Khloe. "You're going to help me become an even bigger bitch. We're going to be so good together."

Then with a smirk, she reached down and began to suck his cock.

Sam gasped and groaned in pleasure as Khloe's bitchy pink lips sucked and slurped round his massive new dick. She glugged and gagged happily, easily taking him to the back of her throat and using her sexy nails to tickle and stroke his balls.

Pleasure like he had never known before flowed through him. Sarah didn't like to suck dick, but Khloe clearly loved it. She moaned appreciatively as she worked his cock and sucked and sucked and sucked.

Soon he was cumming in her mouth and it seemed to go on and on and on. The longest orgasm he had ever experienced, an orgasm so good that he never wanted it to end.

Cum dripping down her face, Khloe giggled and snapped her fingers. Sam's cock sprang back to attention immediately and he looked down in amazement.

"We're in a dream remember - the normal rules don't apply. You can cum all night without ever going soft, so we're going to do this again... and again... and again. This is only the beginning baby."

Khloe lowered her lips back to his cock, and Sam groaned as she began to take him back to heaven once more.

**************

With a gasp Sam awoke, his hand on his rock hard cock. Sarah was peacefully slumbering next to him, the dream catcher twirling slightly in the breeze from the open window as Sarah enjoyed her first nightmare free night in years.

Peeling back the sheets, Sam gasped. The nine inch cock now hanging from his groin was just as big and as thick as the one from the dream. Somehow the dream had bent reality.

Now Sam could remember everything. It was the first time he had ever remembered a dream and this one was so vivid. Khloe's bitchy whispers in his mind, her hand on his dick... her mouth sucking and slurping. The promises of more to come if he served her as she desired and helped her.

He knew what he needed to do.

Going to the bathroom, Sam groaned as he pumped his cock thinking of Khloe and he moaned as he began to cum. Fuck - his new dick felt so good. He had to have more, he had to see Khloe again.

***********

Sarah had never felt so liberated. Sam's dreamcatcher seemed to have worked a treat. She had slept so peacefully last night, and not once had she dreamed of the evil bully that had tormented her dreams for so long.

True, Sam seemed tired and was acting weird. He kept looking at her in a funny way and eventually he came over to talk and ask strange questions.

"So you didn't dream about Khloe last night then?"

She shook her head.

"That's good. You never really told me much about her. Is she pretty, what does she look like?"

Sam's questions bothered Sarah. It made her think of the dream bully and brought Khloe back into her mind. His questions were innocent, but the way they were framed made her feel bad. 'Is she prettier than you?'. Why had he asked that? It made her angry and annoyed that her boyfriend should suggest that her bully could be attractive.

"Sam, stop being such an asshole," she screamed as she grew tired of his questions. Now she couldn't stop thinking about that fucking bitch. She couldn't stop thinking about how much sexier and bitchier Khloe was then her. She couldn't stop imagining those perfect lips, rounded breasts and sexy dominant eyes. It was like Sam WANTED her to think about Khloe.

She left the room crying, all the time never thinking to ask the most important question.

How had Sam known her dream bully was called Khloe?

******************

"Good boy, I feel even stronger today," purred Khloe as Sam awoke to find himself back in the dream world.

Moments ago he had touched the dreamcatcher once again and now here he was back with Khloe for the sixth time this week.

Every night Sam had dutifully touched the dreamcatcher and let Khloe enter his mind. Every night the pleasure had become even more intense.

Last night Khloe had let him fuck her like an animal. The feeling of her tight pussy gripping his massive cock, her moans and screams of pleasure as he fucked her brains out... he had never cum so hard.

He had bent Khloe over the bed, his hand gripping her long blonde hair and his hand slapping her ass as with pounding strokes he had fucked her again and again and again.

In his dreams Sam was stronger, more dominant. His body was now muscled and fit and he was taller. On waking he found his body had changed to match his dream and it was as if no one noticed. Whatever changes happened in the dream seemed to leak into reality.

And all he had to do to have more pleasure was to keep betraying Sarah and helping Khloe to become stronger. Fucking her and hearing her grunt and scream was all he cared about.

Indeed Sam no longer cared about the real world. Being here with Khloe was all that mattered. She was his Goddess now.

Sam knew he would do anything for her. She had her claws into his soul. She made him feel so good and every suggestion she made was the right one. He needed Khloe more than he had ever needed Sarah.

Tormenting Sarah and making her think of her bully had become a necessary evil so that he could have the pleasure his body craved. The more he made Sarah remember her dreams, talk about the bully or imagine new situations - the stronger and bitchier it made Khloe become.

Usually when he came to the dream, it would be a fantasy version of somewhere he knew. This time though they were in a room he didn't recognises. It was a boudoir, full of makeup, lingerie and a silk sheeted bed. Seated in front of a tall mirror in a black silk dressing gown, Khloe looked stunning.

If anything she looked hotter than last time. The imagination of both Sarah and Sam had made her grow even stronger.

There was a hunger in her eyes.

"You enjoy fucking me don't you Sam? But you enjoy helping me become more powerful and more evil even more. I know it excites you."

Khloe advanced towards him.

"But do you know what would be really hot baby? Imagine if I could leave the dream and come into reality?"

Sam groaned as Khloe straddled him and stroked his face. "Imagine if I could find someone willing to BECOME me and help me cross over."

Sam looked up in shock.

"Become you... but... how?"

Khloe smiled. "Changes made here in the dream can cross into reality. All you would have to do is imagine yourself becoming me. Let my personality, memories and thoughts become your own. You would become me. You would be Khloe."

Sam groaned - his cock instantly hard. Khloe reached down and began to slowly jerk him off.

"Yesssss imagine it baby. Being me would feel so good, you'd love being a bitch. You'd have my tits and a tight pussy - men would be yours to manipulate and control. You would be the bully. It feels so good to be a bully. Say it... say... I want to be the bully."

Her hand on his cock sped up.

"I... I want to be the bully," moaned Sam nearly drooling.

"Yessss. Imagine it baby. Imagine you have long sharp nails on each finger. Your skin is tanned, you have long blonde hair. Imagine a superior smirk on your lips as you take some weak little boy and make him your puppet."

Sam groaned. His skin began to tingle and he felt Khloe's hand tighten on his cock as she began to pump it faster and faster. Bone's popped and he groaned as his hair began to itch.

"Yessss my tits are swelling up on your chest, your ass is blowing up into mine. Your face is changing... becoming prettier. You fucking love how it feels don't you? Mmmmh, fucking shoot out that cum for me baby, it's the last time you'll ever do it again. Your cock is already shrinking - soon my tight Goddess pussy will be between your legs."

Sam screamed as his cock erupted and suddenly he felt Khloe pinning him down as cum blasted out and coated their bodies. She slid on top of him, the sticky mess seeming to glue them together and he felt her starting to sink into his body.

"Fuck yessss, merge with me Sam. BECOME me."

Khloe moaned in pleasure as they merged. Sam was groaning too. He could feel her breasts on his chest, feel her long blonde hair around his shoulders.

Hips popped and cracked, internal organs moved about. Sam felt his lips twist into a slutty smile as fake tan spread across his skin and he became a fake, popular, mean girl.

"Mmmmh I feel so fucking evil and hot. Yessss make me into a fucking bitch. I want to be Khloe!"

Khloe's superior tits reached their full impressive size and jewellery popped into place. Makeup shimmered over Sam's features and he flexed long acrylic nails.

Feelings of superiority flooded him as he felt Khloe's personality taking control. This felt SO amazing.

"I am a bitch. Yes I am a bitch. I AM A FUCKING EVIL BITCH," he screamed in glee as his voice altered and became Khloe's sexy purr.

Khloe/Sam began to groan and buck. The merging was complete and reaching down he/she began to rub their tight pussy and groan. Ohhh it felt so good.

"I... I'm going to cummmmm!"

Sam screamed as his body bucked and squirted, female hormones rushing round his body. No, wait. She wasn't Sam. She was Khloe.

Sighing, Khloe stretched her perfect body and felt the last vestiges of Sam drop away. What a fucking loser. It had always been his destiny to become her.

"Now I am the bully, I LOVE being a bitch," she sighed happily. Sam no longer existed, and when she awoke from this dream, it would be like he had never existed. Only she remained.

Khloe was evil, manipulative, sexy and popular. She knew in the real world she would be unstoppable.

She couldn't wait to get started.

Khloe walked to the mirror and admired herself for a moment then grinned. It was time to wake up.

She took one last look around her boudoir then snapped her fingers.

It was time to get real. And Sarah had no idea what was coming.

****************

Sarah whimpered as she tried to carry the six heavy shopping bags and coffee for her cruel boss as she staggered after Khloe in the luxurious mall.

Being Khloe's personal assistant was a terrible job, but she was too afraid to quit. Khloe was such a bitch and she was a rich and famous influencer. She had all the power.

"Hurry up you dumb bitch," snapped Khloe as she watched Sarah struggle. "I need my makeover for my hot date tonight."

Sarah nodded. A hot date? That meant another evening of humiliation whilst she waited obediently downstairs and listened to Khloe getting fucked.

Serving Khloe was kind of like a waking nightmare. It sometimes felt like some evil dream she couldn't wake up from.

Perhaps she should borrow the dream catcher she'd seen hanging over Khloe's huge bed? Maybe that would help?

Not that she had dreams anymore.

All her dreams belonged to Khloe now.

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[ladystarksneedle]

The eye of envy

Summary: A maid at the keep finds her own flame through the words of the dragon.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: implied smut, mentions of child death, burns and injuries, angst.

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Her body aches in ways it has never before. She has known hardship her entire life, strenuous work from dawn to dusk pushing her to the brink of exhaustion and fitful slumber. She wakes up equally restless now, deliciously sore as she gets to work hiding the bruises beneath the wimple she opts to wear. She finds his  eye following her movements every time she enters or perhaps she’s more aware of his presence now that her longing has borne fruit. The sheets are changed more often with longer baths being taken together, grasping and clawing at each other till they're raw and need to be cleansed again. She finds herself visiting the sept more often, eyes on the lookout for his ardor as she begins honoring the Mother forsaking the Maiden before her. It is a wishful dream that she now lives every day, yearning for yet another part of him to hold and she’s answered soon enough. 

The wails that haunt the hallways make her shrink in terror wishing for the Stranger himself. There are whispers of madness and horror floating around that make her want to retreat into herself and run away from it all. The servants are rounded up again and cast into the dungeons awaiting harsher trials as she paces around her quarters unharmed yet she knows she'll face her fate soon enough. The blood that she'd given to him so readily hasn't arrived with the moon's turn making her choke back a sob. Some part of her thinks he knows what lies within her and it is perhaps his clemency which shields her from his wrath yet every time he returns to her his touch is fierce and unyielding, punishing her with sweeter torment. He leaves with a smirk on his face and a kiss to her cheek with a lingering promise of more as she struggles in silence. The Mother seems to have confused her punishment for the son that grows within her blooms as the young princeling of six wilts and the screams only grow louder.

The days that follow are short and agonizing. She's confined to his chambers with little knowledge of what passes outside other than the whispers passed at meals delivered to her on time. The King has ordered the death of all the rat catchers of the keep along with servants who've been presumed guilty. The stench of flesh soon greets her despite the windows being shut tight. Their bars can only hold so much death. 

It is a solemn occasion that greets her later as she dresses him in black. She feels him clench his jaw throughout the night in anticipation with no amount of coaxing soothing the guilt that he struggles to hide. She feels it too, a hand pressed to her womb in passing, feeling the pain she hears down the hall yet she braves it for him. He leaves shortly, assigning a guard to her door, prohibiting her leave as she's tucked into his bed with a lingering gaze. She knows the pain he carries now is for them both.

He becomes careful with her once the ashes of the little boy are strewn to the skies. His hands linger and ghost over her belly before retreating to clenching over nothing. There are days where she sees him only around the hour of the eel, woken up to being pulled close and taken in haste. There is an urgency to his movements which he tries to hide as he gives in to pleasure while not forgetting her own, yet he's gone before the sun rises leaving her locked and alone. She feels like a prisoner with more comfortable lodgings. She busies herself tidying his things yet she longs for home and the comfort of her own mother the most. It is days later when she's visited by one, clad in teal with her hands clasped in front of her. The Dowager queen looks as regal as she's spoken of, out of place next to a woman of her status as she bids her to sit. There is a sorrow that clings to her, haunting her beauty as she speaks.

“How are you doing”

“I am well your grace”

“That is good. You perhaps know why I’m here then”

“I make no demands of your grace. The prince-”

“Is quite fond of you, yes. It is why I've allowed him this fancy in the first place”

“It was not my intention”

“It never is” she responds ruefully. “The Mother has chosen to bless you child, in a time when she's tried us all” she continues fidgeting with her hands “Look after him” she whispers tiredly. She finds the woman that leaves is not the mother she hoped for but a crone gliding through the halls.

The first time she calls him by name is when he leaves for battle. She wakes up before dawn to ready him, helping him with his armour as he stares ahead. She cannot stop her tears as she finishes clasping his eyepatch in place before he pulls her to him whispering to her in the language of his ancestors. He kisses her farewell with a smile and a promise to return and that is what she finds herself praying for daily. She calls him by his name in her dreams, in the thoughts that haunt her while she kneels on stone. She lights candles for the Warrior to guide his blade and flame and for the Father to give them justice for the sorrow she sees amidst green. It is three moons later when word of victory reaches them before she finally approaches the Mother in peace.

The royal parade returns as her belly begins to swell. She hears the cheers in the distance and sees the head of the red horned beast that started it all, before seeing him fly triumphantly above. He returns to her with pride etched into him caressing her with longing burning through them both. It is only later she realizes how deeply the fire has consumed them all. The King screams in agony drowning the wails of his Queen who stares at him, pain etched into her features. She's been ushered into the room to help yet cannot stomach the sight before her. He's covered in bandages, salves and ointments lining his peeling skin, perpetually drunk on milk of the poppy to dull his senses. She sees her hold his hand and whisper something to him which is lost to the wind before she rises and leaves as the Dowager queen cries silently nearby. Aemond stands at the threshold observing it all with a blank face yet she knows what he sees. She remembers her mother telling her it is a curse to play chase with the Gods, yet as the man ahead of her screams as he's weaned off intermittently she can hardly summon any pity. Her heart lies with her lover at the threshold.

The night passes in flashes of anger with bolts of lightning illuminating the skies heralding imminent danger. She feels the empty bed next to her as her eyes adjust to the dark. It is cold as she struggles to wake up and explore. It is the last thing she should be doing but with him back she cannot feel anything but a semblance of security. She pads along the floor in her robe before making her way to where she thinks he is. She sees him stalking towards the monstrosity ahead as she lets herself in with a creak of the great oak doors.

“You shouldn't be here” he says as he hears her approach.

“Neither should you”

“It is to be mine on the morrow”

“Is it” she counters bravely “He still lives”

“Yet he's too weak to exert his will. It is I who’ll rule in his stead” he says, watching her reach him. “All of this will be ours someday.”

“In everything but name” she whispers reluctantly.

“Is it my name you still want when I have given you so much more”

“I want everything,” she admits.

“Greed doesn't become you”

“It seems to have found its place with you”

“This was always meant to be mine.” he remarks.

She sees another flash of lightning illuminate his face, silver and leather bathed in the moonlight, as she turns towards him. 

“You promised me your protection as long as I wished to continue. That is all I still ask for” she whispers, taking his hands in hers.

“Do you know the story about how the Iron throne was forged” he asks “A thousand blades were melted to take its form. A thousand men fell for its cause”

“Do you plan to fell a thousand more for your own?” 

She sees him smile in response as he replies “You shall have all that I have to give in time. Conquests do not yield their fortune in a day”

“Only King's perhaps” she finishes looking at him.

She dresses him at dawn with trepidation, her eyepatch now discarded for a new beginning. His sapphire glints in the dark as he clasps one around her neck.

“You are mine today for all to see” she thinks he means to tell her, as he pulls her to him from behind admiring the way it sits above her collarbones.

The ceremony is long and foreboding. She stands to the side in blue as he's crowned, curtsying with all the grace she can muster. She sees her father in the distance looking at her with confusion and her mother smiling knowingly before they bow. As the sun rises in the distance and steel finds a home atop a new head of silver, she feels the Smith at work, fashioning bonds aflame like the golden pin that glints on his collar. The doe ahead of her fumes in silence.

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[sunandflame]

An Angel in Human Form

Warnings: It's so tooth rotting fluff, thats the only warning I can give.

Word Count: 1458

Pairing: Photoprapher!Kyojuro x Reader

A/N: As the poll has decided here is the second part of Kyojuro as a photographer. I really love how it turned out and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did! I also wanna thank my beta reader and editor @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi ❤️

Part 1 (drabble) / Part 2

"Can I see it?"

He looked at you with his big owlish eyes. "What?"

"Can I see the pictures you took?"

Oh. Now he understood. A foreign anxiety spread through him, and he didn't know how to deal with the situation. He wasn’t usually speechless, rather the opposite was often the case, but now - he could only stare at you.

"Did you not take some of me earlier?" You cocked your head while giving him a soft smile and he could feel the heat in his cheeks again. Nothing like this had ever happened to him and he was usually not the shy type.

"Yes, yes I did!" His voice was boisterous, and he bit his tongue, hoping he didn't startle you, but the opposite seemed to be the case. You smiled patiently and shifted your gaze from him to his camera.

He stood next to you to show you the pictures on the small screen. The sudden closeness had his throat tightening up. "Wow... These are beautiful. I like how the light falls here and how you captured the mood..."

"My photo exhibition is in 2 weeks! I would be very happy if you could come." He almost shouted at her and rummaged around for a small invitation card that he’d actually wanted to give to his friend Tengen today - but that could wait as he could get him another later. "All you have to do is show them this card and they'll let you in."

You took the card and read the name on it out loud. "Kyojuro Rengoku..." His name on your lips sounded like angelic dream and he wanted you to repeat it, but you simply looked up. "I promise I’ll come! But I have to go now, so have a nice day!" You gave him a bright smile before turning and walking away. He looked after you and at how the wind blew around your white dress. Kyojuro was unable to move, still awestruck from the beauty of your smile.

2 weeks later...

Kyojuro was nervous and Tengen wasn't used to see his friend in such a state. "Hey calm down. You will see, your exhibition is going to be flamboyant!"

If only it were that. It had been 2 weeks and in those 14 days he hadn't spent a second not thinking about you and your beautiful smile. It probably didn't help that there were three big pictures of you on the wall. One was how you were having a friendly conversation with a homeless man who too seemed stunned by your beauty and the other was how you crouched down, petting a stray cat with a gentle smile, and let her ensnare you. The last picture was the first he shot of you. How the wind blew your hair and you tried to stroke it away from your face with a gentle movement. These pictures of you turned your inner beauty outwards. Pictures that showed what a kind nature you were. The portraits were hanging side by side with the caption 'An angel in human form'. That might have seemed a bit exaggerated, but not in the eyes of Kyojuro, because that was what Kyojuro saw in you and these pictures, and he wasn't ashamed of it either. Of course, there were other pictures in his exhibition. Pictures of traditional Japanese still life, and kendo and sumo fights that showed the beauty and simplicity, but the eye-catcher was the three pictures of you.

Several hours had passed since the opening and there were still no signs of you. The hope in Kyojuro that you would eventually come was slowly fading away since there was only half an hour left. He was talking to someone when he heard a familiar voice. His head jerked toward the entrance so quickly that someone might think that he twisted his neck, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

You were wearing a red dress that gently caressed your hips. Your hair in an improvised updo wearing a subtle makeup. He took in every detail of you, inhaled it and saved it for eternity like his photographs on the walls. All the doubts he had before vanished. He saw your apologetic smile towards the security man while you searched desperately for the invite card in your purse, which he had given to you 2 weeks prior. It seemed that you couldn't find it, but you remembered the address and his name all this time?

"She is a VIP guest of mine." Kyojuro stepped in and signaled the security that he can let her in.

"Oh hello!" Your face blossomed into a sunny glow when you saw him, and he felt his heart leap at this sight.

"You made it. You came." It was like the sight of you in that beautiful red dress took his breath away.

"Yes of course!" You took a step towards him giving him a big smile. "I promised you, didn't I?"

Kyojuro looked at you in surprise at first before giving you a gentle smile and reaching out to take your hand. "Yes, you have." You took his hand and felt the warmth he radiated. His hand was so comfortable and big that you didn't want to let go. Kyojuro showed you around and you studied his works enthusiastically. You were amazed by the beauty he captured with his lens. Tengen watched his friend from afar and gave him a thumbs up and wink while he took care of the rest for Kyojuro so he could spend time with you. It was good that you came late, there weren't many people left and you had all the time in the world to look at his works in peace.

"You are so talented! I love how you captured the beauty of the people and the environment. Is that you in that Bōgu, by the way?" You stood in front of the photograph with the kendo warrior and stood in front of it for a while. He wondered how you came up with that because the kendo mask made the warrior anonymous.

"What makes you think that?" He chuckled. He didn't want to answer you right away.

You moved and gave him a mischievous smile. "I can't quite explain it. It's maybe the stance of the person. It's very-" You stopped mid-sentence, your gaze past his face at the three large portrait of yourself.

Kyojuro turned around to see where you were looking at and immediately felt the heat in his cheeks. Shit, he hadn't considered how you might feel about this and now he felt bad. What if you didn't like it? What if you thought he was a creep? His heart was pounding, and he wasn't sure what to say or what to do. He watched you nervously as you approached the pictures with slow steps, looking at them with wide eyes. You were silent for several moments and Kyojuro was getting more and more nervous. "I-"

"Is that how you see me?" You interrupted him as you turned your gaze from the pictures to his golden-red hues.

"How I see you...?" For the second time in his life, he wasn't sure what to answer. And only you brought out that side of him.

"You really see me as an angel in human form...?" Now it was your cheeks that blushed.

A stone fell from his heart. He walked up to you and took your hand in his. "I don't just see you like that, you are one to me. The first moment I saw you." He lifted your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently. The blush that shot up your face was so adorable in his eyes; he wanted more than to kiss your hand. You looked at him and bit your lower lip, unsure of what to say.

"Would you like-" "Would you like-?"

You two had been talking at the same time and all you could do was giggle. "Would you like some miso soup with sweet potatoes? I know a good place not too far from here."

"I love sweet potatoes!" His smile radiated such warmth.

"Me too! I could eat it every day" You laughed at the coincidence.

He leaned towards you. "How about we go now? I am starving."

"Can you leave exhibition?"

"Yes, that's no problem." He looked around for Tengen and nodded to him. The tall man seemed to understand and just grinned.

You watch the two of them and smiled from ear to ear. "Then let’s go." Your hand didn't let go of his. "I'm Y/N by the way! I thought you should know."

Kyojuro couldn't help but laugh. "Your name even sounds like that of an angel!"

[danika-redgrave124]

Winx Yuu's Transformations 1

Basic Transformation

When Yuu transforms, they reaches up towards the sky, and the stars seem to respond, showering them in stardust. Their wings unfurl on a burst of celestial light, and their outfit materializes from the shifting patterns of the night sky. Finally, they draws in a deep breath, and the constellations on their wings, their outfit glows brightly, competing their Transformation with a serene, yet powerful pose.

Special Transformations

Lunar Eclipse Form

Trigger: During a lunar eclipse or when Yuu needs a significant boost in power.

Sequence: As the moon darkens, Yuu raises their hands, and the eclipse causes an intense shimmering eclipse aura to surround them. Their wings expand, taking on a darker, more dramatic appearance with intricate patterns resembling eclipse shadows.

Appearance: Their outfit transforms into a more elaborate gown with deep blue and black hues, resembling the night sky during an eclipse. The gown is adorned with crescent moon and eclipse motifs. Their wings become more intricate, with shadowy, crescent-shaped patterns and a luminous edge.

Yuu is still training with this form and uses it during her mediation and moon bathing.

Stellar Aurora Form

Trigger: When Yuu taps into the full power of their celestial magic, often during important battles or moments of high emotions.

Sequence: Yuu holds their arms out, and a brilliant Aurora borealis effect envelops them, shifting colors from green to purple to pink. The Aurora flows around them, creating a mesmerizing and vibrant display as their transformation completes.

Appearance: Their outfit becomes a dazzling array of shifting colors and light patterns, mirroring the Auroras in the sky. Their wings sparkle with dynamic, multicolored constellations that seems to move and shift. The effect creates a radiant aura around them, enhancing their presence.

Yuu awoken this form during Jamil's Overblot, but it was weaken due to the rigorous activities and being in the desert with bright sunlight. They got better at training with it, more so used it as a way to comfort their friends during Overblot battles.

Dreamweaver Form

Trigger: When Yuu enters the dream realm or needs to use their dream-based powers.

Sequence: Yuu closes their eyes and a soft, dreamy most surrounds them. As they open their eyes, the mist forms into their Transformation, with dream-like imagery and soft pastel colors.

Appearance: Their dress turns into a flowing gown made of soft, pastel shades with dream-like patterns and ethereal light. Their wings resemble delicate, translucent dream catchers, adorned with soft glows and wispy, shimmering trails. This form enhances their dreamwalking abilities and provides a soothing, calming aura.

This form was mainly used for Yuu's crafting dreamcatchers. This form becomes more prominent during Malleus's Overblot and when they and the rest need to dreamwalk to the next person's dream.

@alexglitches I'm working on Yuu's other Transformations like Charmix and the others, but figured Astral Dream Fairy Yuu would have a basic transformation and special Transformations.

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[stalkerofthegods]

Lord Morpheus/Somnina deep dive info

Lord Morpheus is active in lives, he is a kind and gentle god, always having his worshipers/devotees in his mind, he is amazing.

Herbs • Poppy, Poppy trees, poppy seeds, ivory, Dandelion seed, Chamomile, mugwort, lavender, jasmine, passionflower, basil

Animals• Bats, Nocturnal animals, Cats, Fireflies, Moths, Butterfly, Racoons, Wolves, Crows, Halcyon birds, sheep “counting sheep” (my personal thinking)

Zodiac • None, I couldn't find any evidence, perhaps Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, or Pisces because they were born in the winter.

Colors • Black, Blue, Gold, Purple, Silver, Red, some folks like associating neon colors and grey. I also think white.

Crystal• Amethyst, Herkimer Diamond, Scolecite, Hematite, Lapis Lazuli, and gemstones associated with dream magick

Symbols• Horns (he passes through a horn gate each night), Portals, gates, feathers, wings, skeleton keys, stars, night, ivory, tea, baths, sweet coffee

wear in their honor • sleep masks, PJs, slippers.

Diety of• of dreams, of sleep

Patron of• from/shape (his name translates to that, and shapeshifts in dreams.), messages to the unconscious, prophecies to the unconscious, influencing people unconsciously, hypnotizing, dreaming about the future, daydreaming, dream jobs, human shapes, hallucinations of humans, meditation, desire, hope, insomnia, opium-based medication, lucid dreaming, imagination, schizophrenia or schizophrenia-like disorders or illnesses, creativity, astral travel, encouragement, communication, divination

Element• Water, air

Offerings• Honey, honey cake, wine, fish and incense, Melatonin, Sleep-related gemstones and crystals, Skulls, Dream Catchers (ethnically obtained), Any type of stress reliever, and sleep indulgent tea, Ivory and/or Horn items, Sleep-related spells,

The imagery of his associated animals, Feathers, demon imagery(?), imagery of his animals, offerings of things like moths, butterflies, skulls, and feathers (ethically sourced), melatonin gummies, skeleton keys, Dream Pillows (herbal satchels filled with lavender to place under your pillow for better sleep)

Devotional• Track your dreams on a calendar, Keep a dream journal, Get enough sleep, Turn off your electronics 1 hour before bed (gets you in deeper sleep faster), Perform a night ritual, Learn about lucid dreaming and practice it, Write a letter to Morpheus before going to bed, Prayers related to Morpheus, Prophetic inducing herbs, Creating a playlist for him with songs that help you sleep, drink mugwort or chamomile tea before bed, set and try to stick to a night routine, write letters or jokes to him, write stories/a book, wear or dress your bed in his associated color, keep crystals for him on your bed or bedside table, have a bath or shower before bed, speak to him before you sleep, go to a sleepover to his honor, washing your bed sheets, cleaning up ur bed, try making your own melatonin, practice divination, try controlling ur dreams

Ephithets• Μορφευς, Morpheus, Shaper of Dreams, Sandman, Mildest of the Gods, Balm of the Soul, Oneiros, Kai’Ckul, Lord L’Zoril, Shaper of Forms, Lord Shaper, Prince of Stories (The Sandman, Neil Gaiman), Dream Giver, Sleep’s Guest, Lord Shaper, Father of Dreams, Lord of the Night, He Who Tells Mortals Stories,  Formshaper, Shadowmaker

Equivalents (alike not the same)• Niorun (Norse), Angus (Celtic), Caer (Celtic), Bes (Egypt), Tutu (Egypt), Morpheus (Greek), Somnina (Norse).

Signs their reaching out• Sudden floating in dreams, better dreams, sleeping better, seeing him in dreams.

Vows/omans• Perhaps wedding vows.

Number• 1, 6, 7

Morals• Morally lawfully neutral follows the gods' bidding.

Courting• no one, but is seen as Iris's husband in some literature,

Past lovers/crushes• I couldn't find any, I think he is Ace? But that is not anyone's business. He is ‘said’ to date Iris because of always being togetherer 

Personality• Morpheus is a very chill and comprehensive God. He’s understanding and he’s happy to help out if he can. He doesn’t ask for much when you worship him, as long as you’re making an effort he’s fine.

Home• Erebus, in the Underworld

Mortal or immortal • Immortal 

Fact• Some say they were able to “heal”, 

Curses• Insomnia, your dream of the ‘good future’ being wrong, your hopes and dreams crashing down, no dreams (If u like your dreams), feeling anger towards you in dreams and just in general. Your baby wakes up with a nightmare. The back/neck problems you wake up with.

Blessings• Good sleep, having good dreams, and your children going to sleep.

Roots• Ancient Greece, born probably in Tarturas

Friends• Iris, Zeus, Hermes, Hera, messengers in general.

Parentage• Pasithea and Hypnos, some say he came from Hypnos asexually, some say from Nyx asexually, I think Nyx.

Siblings• Oneiroi, Icelus, Phobetor, Phantasus

Pet• None.

Children • None 

Appearance in astral or gen• often depicted with wings, he changes into whatever shape is needed at a given moment, decided as a young man in art, and has one ear with wing and one to hear with. He looks like he has short hair.

Festivals • I couldn't find any, I would say hibernation month, and just celebrate being able to sleep when animals are hibernating.

Season • winter 

Day • I would say Saturday because I get the most sleep on Saturday, no school, and no worries, I couldn't find a historic one, or just make a day for him, many people do that for minor gods.

Status• Greek Minor god/personification, a part of the Oneiroi, and the leader of the Oneiroi. plays a major role in day-to-day life. He is a Cthonic deity

What angers them • Insulting them, 

Music they like• I would think Sleep Music, Sleep Asmr

What they like • sleep.

What they dislike• I would say physical touch since he disappears all the sudden when he is almost being touched, I think he only touches those he ‘is okay with’ as a sign of trust or adornment because I heard a person back then say they use to get tapped by them

Planet• Moon (phase new)

Tarot cards• The Four of Swords and the Tower, message card (based on sleep and messages, each their own.)

Reminds me of• sleep, the good resting kind of sleep 

In my opinion • they are pretty rad, and strangely I've been having shit sleep, ain't he just a sweetheart.

Scents/Inscene • Opium, Lavender, Jasmine, Chamomile, Sandalwood, and any other calming scents

Prayers• 

1.

Ever-shifting Morpheus, lord of the Oneiroi who bring us our dreams, true or false. Morpheus, swift-soaring courier, twilight messenger of the gods, kind one, dweller in the shadowed land of dreams, dark-winged god who shapes the visions of the night, who tells the tales that must be told, who strips us bare of secrets, who clothes hard truths in subtle raiment, child of the black night, child of the shrouded dark, in the realm of illusion you are king. Morpheus, harbinger of change, concealer of clues, you bury bits of truth among our wishes and fancies; with your aid can we see into the mist of the unknown, with your aid can we find the hidden pieces of the self. Morpheus, I praise and honor you.

2.

With a whisper I call you, o Morpheus,  lord of dreams, greatest amongst the Oneiroi. I call to you as Hypnos draws near.

Phantasos, ancient messenger who  crafts wonder into form who conjures in our minds a tapestry otherworldly. Greatest molder and master of lights,  many-shaped, you cross the night  and take on any face or voice any hue or sound you so desire. I ask you, my lord: shield me from pain  and fear in my dreams, let no anguish burden my heart as I sleep. This only I request: that within your great creations I may rest  and through your hand I may find safe haven. That my words may reach you, o Morpheus  whispered though they may be as Hypnos draws near.

Links/websites/sources •https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus

https://www.thecollector.com/morpheus-greek-god/https://www.britannica.com/topic/Morpheus-Greek-mythology https://www.britannica.com/topic/Hypnos https://despena.gr/morpheus-the-ancient-greek-god-of-dreams/https://kreweofmorpheus.clubexpress.com/content.aspx?page_id=22&club_id=174762&module_id=305302 https://www.ancient-origins.net/myths-legends-europe/morpheus-greek-god-dreams-who-delivered-messages-gods-mortal-world-002318#google_vignette How Ancient Egyptians Interpreted Dreams - UnEarthed Penn Dream Angus: The Celtic God of Dreams (The Myths) - Amazon.comAmazon.com Caer Ibormeith - Thoughts on PapyrusThoughts on Papyrus Who is Niorun? - Northern Tradition Paganismhttps://greekpagan.com/tag/morpheus/

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[klausysworld]

hey love you can make headcanons about klaus mikaelson being a simp for you

Klaus Mikaelson being a simp for you:

Klaus is basically a simp anyways, he’s a gift giver and a do gooder when he loves someone

With you he took it up a level

Different jewellery is given for different occasions, he gave you a charm bracelet that had a little wolf and silver vampire teeth charms hanging off of it to symbolise his love but also to show you are his

Flowers are a constant, roses, lilies, orchids, peonies, tulips anything he saw that was anywhere near a faction of your beauty he would get.

Your room is full of all different scented candles that he bought you and incenses that you liked the smell of

Little gifts were dotted around your bedroom, whether it was a painting suddenly hung up on your wall or a dream catcher at the end of your bed

Any item of clothing you glanced a second longer than usual he would purchase, wrap it and add a ribbon before either placing it on your pillow, inside your wardrobe or hand it to you personally with a lovely blush coating his cheeks

When you were dressed up in the outfit he had gotten for you…his mouth would gape, his eyes softened and a blush crawled up his neck to cover his face as he stuttered and tripped over his words in an attempt to compliment you

Once he got over himself and asked you to dance he would hold one of your hands gently while an arm went all the way round your waste having you held right against him with your hand on the nape of his neck

Becoming comfortable with Klaus is surprisingly easy especially and once you are then he’s always with you

If you’re stood by yourself somewhere he’ll come behind you and wrap his arms round your waste while he presses soft innocent kisses to you shoulder

In a room full of people he makes sure you’re as close to him as possible. It started with him having a hand on you, your leg, your back or holding your hand, after a while he would pull you onto his lap and glare at anyone who went to comment

Klaus would do anything you ask if it makes you happy. A holiday? done. New house? done. A pet? done.

This Man would get on his knees for you in more ways than one

No but really if you say sit, he sits. Bark? how loud? On your knees? yes ma’am.

And he has been on his knees for you with his head pushed between your legs while you tangle your fingers in his hair and his tongue laps at your folds

He is your good boy and thrives on your praise not just in a sexual sense but in general

He is a giver in all ways and your needs and wants are above everything

Simp Klaus is your puppy, he melts in your hands and is well behaved

Klaus is a simp cuz he just loves you that much 🤷‍♀️

[lady-sunbeam]

Chance Encounters

Elucien Week Day 1: Fated

I've never actually participated in an ACOTAR week of any kind, so I'm very excited to be trying this out! Thanks @elucienweekofficial for setting this up every year.

Summary: A series of chance interactions between Elain and Lucien, and one where they meet by choice.

Word Count: 3k

I

“Mama!” Nyx sang over the dull cacophony of Velaris’ Rainbow, twisting from Elain’s gentle grip to point excitedly at his mother’s studio, the windows decorated with paintings from her students and light catchers that cast rainbows across the walls. “Mama, Mama, Mama!” 

She chuckled softly, indulgently down at the toddler before setting him down and taking his hand. Better to let him lead before he jumped right from her arms and crashed down to the cobblestone. Flying lessons were to come soon, Rhys and Cassian had promised, but the muscles in the joints of his wings were yet to fully develop, not quite strong enough to keep him from crashing. 

“Mama’s teaching a class,” she said softly, careful to grab his shoulders before he ran over the threshold of the studio and inevitably crashed into a bucket of paint or a wet canvas. 

Nyx whipped around with wide, disbelieving eyes. Betrayal shone, deep as any wound. “Mama.” 

“We’ll wait outside. She’ll just be a moment.” 

Truthfully, she wasn’t quite sure she could stand entering the studio right now – never before had she felt out of place by how she dressed, by the flowing skirts of her pale pink dress or the lace hem, nor by the pearls around her neck and hanging from her ears. But to enter a place of such freedom, where the children inside knew war and where Feyre no doubt looked radiant in a paint-splattered shirt belonging to her mate and faded pants. . . perhaps she was no better than a liar to enter and act as if she was so composed when she was only a mess where it mattered. 

A soft chuckle sounded behind her. 

It was the sort of sound that haunted her dreams. 

Elain stiffened, straightening and hauling Nyx up into her arms as she turned to face Lucien Vanserra. 

It’d been some months since last they spoke, Lucien quietly hopeful and Elain rather adrift. But Azriel had gone his own way, suddenly rather distant, and. . . once again, she found herself alone. 

The shame of it colored her cheeks. 

Dreading every second of it, she raised her head to meet his eyes. 

Time in the mortal lands served him well. The bronze of his skin deepened, glowed as if the very sun reflected him, the fiery waves of his hair longer, softer. Feyre would have liked to paint them, but Elain, having no such form of self-expression, could only stare and tuck the image into the very back of her mind – right where the memory of what his coat had smelled like, the first thing she’d ever smelled with that new Fae nose. 

An easy smile touched his sinful mouth at the sight of her staring, but he allowed her to save face, bowing his head to her and saying with a touch of mirth, “I would imagine he inherited that from his father.” 

Nyx still wriggled in her arms, unaware of her plight as he called for his mother. Her smile wavered when she offered it. Perhaps in another life, she would have laughed as heartily as she wanted to. “I think you may be right, Lucien.” 

Despite the years to soften the shock of it, she could have sworn he shuddered at the sound of her name on his tongue. But he supplied, “I was just looking for Rhysand. I thought Feyre might know where he is.” 

Oh. She nodded, more to herself than him, and said with a nod back towards the River House so far down the road even her Fae sight could not catch it, “He’s just working on a surprise for Feyre. Their anniversary’s tomorrow.” 

Quiet joy softened his face. “Thank you, Lady.” 

The scent of him, that burning, crackling scent that longed to roll over on her tongue like the finest bourbon wrapped around her, and he was gone. 

II 

They were out of flour. 

Flour. 

She’d trudged down into the kitchen at around four in the morning, long before the sun rose, to set about preparing the pie crust for tonight’s dessert after a long night of tossing and turning and waking up with the reek of bourbon in her nose until ultimately deciding sleep would not be finding her, and had quite made up her mind to make it right up until she opened the pantry and was greeted by a glaring lack of flour. 

She’d checked the entire pantry. Then the entire kitchen. Checked again. But they were out. 

So, still half asleep, she’d ambled up the stairs and fished around in her closet for a dress, done up her hair, and trudged out into the cool, dark street. 

The nearest market would open in ten minutes or so, and she knew exactly who to see about flour, knew the male would already be setting up his stall by the time she arrived and more than glad to do business with a loyal patron, so it didn’t exactly occur to her that perhaps it was not wise to be walking around in the dark. 

Velaris was the safest city she’d ever known – though, in fairness, she’d not known many cities, and knew only that Rhys worked tirelessly to protect the hidden city from threats inside and out. Still, he might have his concerns when she returned. 

But if anyone would understand fitful sleep, it would be Rhys. She doubted the dark bags beneath his eyes were due exclusively to long nights with Nyx. A haunted male, her brother-in-law. 

Her dreams had been flighty tonight. No trace of them remained beyond vague feelings and emotions, the idea that perhaps, somewhere, there should have been the color red, or a flash of shimmering silk like flames that danced beneath the sun’s warm rays. A feeling low in her gut, a tug. 

Just as she’d hoped, the handsome, open-faced male was at the same little corner his stall always inhabited, halfway through unfolding a small table upon which he’d set his wares. He glanced up, a gentle smile touching his face just before he sketched a bow. 

“Lady Elain,” he greeted, his voice low and rough, not as smooth or as musical as the voice that tore her from sleep. She didn’t bother to correct him, to remind him that she was no lady, that her sister had married the High Lord but she remained a Made thing with no place in the vastness of the immortal and mortal world. “Good morning.” 

She bobbed a curtsy in turn. “Good morning. Just – just a bag of flour, please.” 

He grinned as if he knew she’d been thwarted in her attempts to bake and turned, searching through the crates behind him. Content to wait, Elain turned towards the shimmering Sidra as it lapped gently against the bank. As endless as her life, but free. Weighed down by nothing but the shifting winds. 

This time, she smelled him first. 

Bourbon, crackling. A remnant of her dream, for certain. Sniffing and only spreading the burn down to her lungs, she huffed, kicking a loose pebble with her shoe— 

Her toe knocked right into a gleaming boot. 

Elain staggered back, peering up at none other than Lucien. The bourbon grew stronger, wrapping around her, warm and comforting, and before she could help herself, she reached for that golden thread. 

He jerked forward, towards her. That russet eye glinted dangerously. 

“Even in Velaris,” he murmured, eye boring into hers with an intensity that set her very bones ablaze, “it is not safe to wander in the dark, Lady. Are you all right?” 

No doubt she looked a right disaster. She’d been pale and sweating when she woke, but now, heat rising to color her breasts, her cheeks, no doubt he thought her ill. Swaying a bit, she nodded as she stepped back. Lucien followed. 

“Elain,” he murmured. His hand hovered near her elbow as if she might faint. She very well might if he kept saying her name like that. “You seem rather flushed; may I take you home?” 

“I’m fine,” she broke out right as the male returned with her flour. Pressing a gold coin into his hand, far more than he was owed, she backed away. Lucien did not follow now, but watched her still, his false eye whirring and spinning in the socket. “Thank you, Lucien. I’ll be on my way now.” 

“Please allow me to escort you home, Lady.” 

And in that lovely russet eye, she could have sworn it was true desperation simmering deep within it. As if the very idea of her walking alone in the dark would plague him. So she nodded, surprising herself by returning to his side. She did not touch him, did not wait for him to offer his arm. 

But she let him take her home. 

III 

Restlessness held her heart in a python’s grip. 

Elain was not still for longer than the time it took to bathe and sleep, filling the mornings with making breakfast and gardening, the afternoons with Nyx and reading, and the evenings with dinner and family. She explored the libraries of Velaris, the plant nurseries and green houses, sought out new hobbies – learned to knit, to crochet, and finally, eventually, took up Cassian’s offer to train. 

She’d finally decided to take him up on the offer after a long day of everything and nothing – a day when wandering Velaris and trying her hand at a thousand different things did not exhaust her enough that she spent dinner dreaming of her bed. No, she picked at her meal and wondered how she might content herself. 

So Elain set down her fork and knife and quietly asked Cassian, sitting across from her with Nyx climbing over his shoulders, “Would you still consider training me?” 

Her question was quiet as the shadows that trailed across Azriel, yet silence fell. 

Cassian gently pried Nyx away from his hair and set the toddler down in his lap. He and Nesta, she knew, were trying for one of their own and had been for months. She’d been sitting in the garden when Nesta sat down beside her with a shimmering light in her eyes and said softly, as if afraid confessing it would make it not so, that she was ready for a family of her own. 

Nesta leaned forward, blinking. “Would you like to join the Valkyries?” 

Not pushing her; Nesta would not. Elain shook her head. “Just. . . I only wish to defend myself.” 

To drain herself, she did not say. From the way Cassian’s expression sobered, she hadn’t hidden the desire as well as she hoped, or perhaps he had at one point shared that particular desire. After the war, he’d been up at all hours, exerting himself. 

“We’ll start tomorrow. Dawn.” 

Dawn was no hard task. 

Sleep found her less than it ever had before, that eye that burned and raged seared into memory. It followed her through her dreamscapes, watched her as if looking away might spell her ruin. The intensity behind it tore her from sleep while the stars were shining, and she was dressed long before Cassian had promised to fly down and bring her to the rooftop at the House of Wind for training. 

Not to become a warrior, not to fight as Cassian and Rhys and Azriel did, not as Feyre and Nesta did, not even as Lucien did, but to find in it a peace which was lacking. Her mind would not stop moving, and thus neither could her body. 

Rain from last night still pattered off the edge of the canopy stretching out from the River House’s exterior over the door, off the bird feeder still on the branch from which it hung. 

A puddle no larger than her palm rippled at the toe of her boot. She stared down at herself, at the paleness of her skin and the bags beneath her eyes. The black of borrowed Illyrian leathers gobbled any light, any beauty from her face, until she was a hollow shell of herself, just a— 

Bourbon. 

Not a memory this time, certainly, it had to be real; he was here, here to quell the whatever-it-was in her heart that wanted him here. No, not want; she did not want him, could not want him, for her own sake. 

There, across the street, a flash of that russet eye and a bow of the head. 

Elain opened her mouth to call to him, to invite him to breakfast at the River House when Cassian returned her, but then he was gone, and with him, the smell of bourbon, leaving only the crackling taste of it in her tongue and a gentle pull on the thread around her rib. 

IV 

The spring months were good to her. 

Not to Cassian, who eventually caved and saw Madja about the allergies plaguing him so terribly he couldn’t breathe when he woke, but Elain was glowing. 

Color and life flooded her cheeks, made her fuller. Toned muscle limned her arms now and peace found her in the evenings and early mornings when she sat out beneath the rising and setting sun to bask in the warmth it offered. 

In the mornings, Cassian swept down into the street to fly her up to the rooftop to train, and brought her back down again some hours later. If she looked and lingered at the shadows, searching for a flash of russet, she only played off the tug in the pit of her stomach as relief. 

The afternoons, she did whatever she pleased, visiting the market for eggs and seeds and flour and fabrics, and now and again, when someone’s birthday drew near, she might visit in the wee hours of the morning, before the sun rose, and looked out to the Sidra in wonder. 

Again, she brought Nyx to his mother’s studio, and this time did not hesitate to enter, to sit with Nyx on her lap in the corner of the room while Feyre finished up. Her sister’s eyes had glittered at the sight, at the pale pink sundress flowing around her feet and the pearls around her neck, hanging from her ears. 

Feyre walked over at length, when her hands were cleaned of paint and the children were filing out to meet their parents, and asked as she took an overexcited Nyx, “Was he well-behaved today? I’m sorry; I feel like I’m relying—” 

“Where is Lucien?” 

Feyre blinked. Not bothering to stop him or simply not noticing that Nyx was now chewing on the ends of her hair, she adjusted the toddler on her hip as her mouth opened and closed. Confusion furrowed her brow. “I - is everything all right? Did you feel something down the bond?” 

Oh. Oh, no doubt Feyre thought she’d felt distress from Lucien, or that Lucien was seeking her out through it. Elain shook her head, casting a hurried glance to the gathered crowd outside of the studio. Parents wishing to greet their High Lady. “No. It’s nothing, Feyre; I’ll just head home.” 

She turned to leave. An iron grip hauled her back. 

Feyre’s blue eyes were hard as stone. “I will always have time for you, Elain. As for where Lucien is, I believe he’s returning from the mortal lands today. He’s got an apartment a street over from the Sidra; I can get you the address.” 

It took two minutes for Feyre to pass Nyx back over, locate a small pad of paper, and jot down Lucien’s address with a paint-stained pen. 

This time, when Elain left, Feyre didn’t stop her. 

The apartment complex was short, stout, its exterior painted a dark, faded green. She paid no heed to the empty lobby beyond a small sign directing her to the staircase that would lead up to floor three. Didn’t pay any heed to anything beyond the ever-increasing scent of bourbon as she reached for the golden thread between them. 

323 

Gold numbers nailed to the door suddenly seemed a thousand times more important. She didn’t knock, just gripped the bond and tugged. Once, twice. 

The green door swung open. 

And there was Lucien, the ties at the top of his shirt undone to reveal a bronze chest heaving for air, that fiery silk she’d dreamed of spilling across his shoulders as he leaned down to catch her wandering eyes with a soft sound of utter befuddlement. 

“Elain?” 

Her swallow was audible. “Hello, Lucien.” 

His mouth parted to reveal glinting canines, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his head fell against the doorframe. Bourbon and dying leaves flooded her senses. “Gods.” He watched her in disbelief for a moment longer, scanning her body with a wide eye. The eye of gold didn’t cease its movement for even a second. “Are you all right? Is someone hurt?” 

Shaking her head, she dared a step forward, near enough to cross the threshold if only she rocked forward into his chest. Tilting her head up to meet his stare, to meet the burning intensity that had haunted her for months, she said, “You haven’t found me.” 

Blinking once, then twice, then thrice, he seemed to understand, nodding slowly. “Well, you’ve certainly found me.” Stepping aside, he waved a hand to his apartment, to the burnt orange couch and matching armchairs, to the apartment lit only by natural sunlight flooding in from the high windows. “Come in.” 

His breath shuddered against her when she brushed against his chest to enter, the warmth of him shooting from where her shoulder had touched him to fill her body. The door shut behind them, Lucien towering over her back as he offered, “Make yourself at home.” 

Elain shook her head. She turned to speak to him, regret shooting through her at the way the confusion and cautious hope in his eyes shuttered at the motion. “I - I would like to see Velaris with you. I would like to see you. . . intentionally.” 

The gentle smile that graced his beautiful mouth set her knees wobbling. “It would be my honor, my lady.” 

[brooks-corner]

It Was Always You - Jacob x reader fic

Chapter 2 - Hello Jacob Black

Thank you to those who reblogged my story I appreciate it :) I honestly didn't think anyone would see it so I'm glad it's getting some attention even if it's just a little. Feel free to give me any critiques regarding my writing!

Enjoy

When you wake up, the first thing that you notice is that these aren't your sheets. Your eyes flutter open and confirm that this is indeed not your room. There is a window to your left and it tells you from the lack of light that it is still nighttime. You sit up from the sheets and try to remember what happened to you.

You remember the wedding. But was that all a dream? You're still wearing the silk wedding guest dress so that tells you that it did indeed happen. What did you do after the reception though? You remember how you felt flushed and stuffy around the guests, something about a red bird? Now it is all coming back. The tree branch, the wolf. You wished animals could talk. You wanted to know why the scary creature helped you. Because you are sure it did. It freed you. It cleaned your wounds... or you guess licked the blood off. Now that you think about it, wolf saliva being slathered onto your gash doesn't sound all that sanitary.

You remove the camo blanket that was draped over you so you could examine your leg and see what the damage was but, surprisingly, you find it all bandaged up with gauze and everything. Who helped you? Whoever found you in the woods you would need to thank because you could have been seriously injured. Making it back to your house would have been a pain in the ass with your leg.

You get up cautiously, being careful to not putt any weight on your bad leg and look around the room to find the door. As your eyes scan the room, you can see various items. Straight ahead of you is a poster on the wall with a flowing river and mountains in the background. Out of the window is a beautiful field followed by a lush forest. You figure that whoever own this house sure does have a gorgeous property.

Now that you are a little more awake, and your eyes have adjusted to the dark, you can clearly tell that this is a boy's room. All of the color in here is predominantly green paired with the various clothing items on the ground screams teenage male.

Above the bed you can see a dream catcher. You always had bad dreams. Violent ones at that. You would wake up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat after someone would stab you or punch you in your dreams. You always hated that. They come sporadically but you definitely wish you had a dream catcher. Even if they don't really work it would be comforting to you. The boy which the trinket belongs to is really lucky or really crafty because you have never seen a dream catcher like this one. You can tell someone spent a lot of time on it. The design in the middle is very intricate for one this small. The diameter of it would be comparable to your palm but there are a couple of things hanging down from it that makes the piece of art stand out. Hanging from the inside are various tiny rocks with one carved into a wolf howling in the middle. You really like this dream catcher. You admire the boy who has it, as he must have some good taste.

The sound of hushed shouting brings you out of your state of admiration for the trinket. You look towards the source of the arguing which is the door that leads out of the room. A warm light is coming from the bottom of the door, and you decide to head out into it. You realize that you should be heading home now so your dad doesn't get too worried. While figuring out a hop and drag method to get you through the door on your bad foot, you manage to make it through and go down the hallway towards the people you were hearing.

You hope that you don't get them mad for interrupting anything, especially if it was a fight. That would be awkward. However, you really do need to be heading home. If it was late at night when the wedding ended, it would definitely be late at night now.

You follow the sound of people, and it gets louder and louder until you finally make it to its source. Although it took a while, you managed to hobble over and peer over the wall to see what the group was doing.

The very first thing you notice is that everyone there is shirtless. Except for the girl but regardless. All of the guys were in just shorts. Granted there were just two boys but still. It made your cheeks turn bright red. It wasn't like you hadn't seen a shirtless guy before, but you were never really good at talking to boys. You would always end up stuttering of sorts or embarrassing yourself one way or another. You thought it would be best just to avoid boys if you could help it. Although, it kind of seems unavoidable now.

Through the hushed arguing you can make out a couple of words.

"...and how could you have let this happen? We talked about this. What if she wasn't someone important?!"

You can tell it was a very angry girl who had said that part.

"I was upset Leah. And who was going to be out there in the middle of nowhere anyways?"

A boy with a low voice responded defensively.

"Well obviously someone Jacob!"

Jacob. The boy's name is Jacob.

"Who Leah? Say it. My imprint. Not just anyone. It was meant to be that I was out there when it happened. Then maybe we never would have met."

"Yeah, right after you finished crying about your unrequited love. Give me a break."

"Okay break it up you two," The voice was a mans and much lower than the other boys.

"Ahem."

Your voice cut through the fighting. You felt bad about listening in on their conversation and you wanted to go home anyways.

Everyone's attention was on you now. Including the shirtless men.

"H-hi um." You advert to not stare and continue, "I uh really appreciate you guys letting me stay here. I really do. Whoever found me in the woods I owe you one. Same to the person who patched me up. But I should really head home soon my dad is going to be worried and-" The blush on your cheeks made you want to die. Why did you have to be like this? Thankfully you did not have to continue your flustered plea because one of the boys spoke up.

"Hey yeah I get it uh is your leg, okay?" He made a move to get closer to you. You recognize his voice to be Jacob's. If he was a teenager he was definitely the most jacked you've ever seen. He had a black shoulder tattoo that contrasted against his tan skin nicely.

The only girl, who you can only assume is Leah, scoffs. "She's fine Jacob." You guessed correctly.

"Uh y-yeah it is a lot of b-better thank you. Um do I know you?" You ask the boy with a strong blush filling your cheeks.

Jacob notices and smiles but thankfully doesn't say anything about your flushed face. "No, you don't know me, but I am friends with your sister."

Leah bursts out into a laughter and the other man snickers.

"Ignore her, that is just Leah. Nobody likes her." He whispers in your ear which makes you laugh and helps you calm down a bit. The man starts to talk to Leah about calming down, and they go off on their own mini fight.

Meanwhile, you copy how Jacob whispered to you and got on your tippy toes to return you conversation, "So how do you know Bella?" This brings a grin to Jacob's face.

"We grew up together before she moved down with your mom. When she moved back here, we kind of reunited for a while since her shithead boyfriend left for a couple of months.

"You didn't like him either?" You said more happily than you'd like to admit.

"Wait you don't like him?" Jacob looks taken aback but you didn't miss the grin that was across his face either.

"I always thought he was creepy. I am not going to lie I loathed the fact that they got together but I guess it all worked out in the end." You shrugged.

" I can already tell that I am going to like you." Jacob responded with a smile.

With the conversation over, yours and Jacob's attention return to Leah and the man's conversation, or rather, argument.

Jacob took one look at it and decided that he was not going to deal with it right that second. "Come with me." he said. And so, you followed.

Jacob took you to his car and drove you back to your dad's place. The ride there were filled with conversations about the hatred for Edward, the introduction to who the man was, Sam Ulley, and your guys' full names. Thomas Jacob Black (who is indeed 17, the same as you) and (your full name) got along really well during the ride home and you would be lying if you said you weren't sad that the car ride ended too soon.

Per usual, dad was worried about you but at least he didn't call his troops in when like Bella went missing for the night. He almost went bezerk when he saw your beat-up leg but when you explained that it was your fault, he calmed down a lot and called you a clumsy idiot.

Your dad thanked Jacob for looking after me and when I went inside, I noticed that Jacob watched me until I got home safe, but not before we exchanged numbers.

Going to bed that night all you could think of was how everything is so natural when it comes to talking to Jacob. And how thankful you are that he helped you. And if you were being completely honest, how excited you are to see him again.