#coven one shot

[zapreportsblog]

hi!! can you do volturi x secretary!reader (platonic) who's just TOO GOOD AT HER JOB. she spells carlisle correctly, she doesn't interrupt, and she's like really professional. ALSO YOU FOLLOWED ME BACK LIKE I WAS SO SURRPISRD THANK YOU HAVE A GOOD DAYYAYAYYA

❝she’s just too damn good❞

✭ pairing : volturi x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (Y/n) is the best damn secretary the volturi could ask for

✭ authors note : aww of course I’d follow you back :)

✭ twilight masterlist

The grand entrance hall of Volterra, Italy, echoed with the weight of centuries-old secrets and power. It was within these ancient stone walls that the Volturi, the ruling vampire coven, held their dominion. Aro, Caius, and Marcus, the three elder vampires who led the coven, sat upon their thrones, their crimson eyes filled with an ageless wisdom.

Their previous secretary had met an unfortunate end, her fate sealed by a single, costly mistake. Now, it was time to find a new secretary, one who could handle the delicate matters that crossed the Volturi's path.

(Y/n), a human with a reputation for competence and diligence, stood before the Volturi leaders. She pushed her glasses up on her face, the light catching the lenses and reflecting an intense determination in her gaze. She had no intention of failing in this prestigious role.

Aro, the most talkative of the trio, addressed her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I trust you won't follow in our previous secretary's footsteps. Her errors cost her dearly."

(Y/n) met Aro's gaze with unwavering confidence. "No need for the warning, sir. I take my work very seriously. I'm here to ensure that every detail is meticulously attended to."

Caius observed her with a critical eye, his expression stern. "You are aware that our affairs are highly confidential, and discretion is of the utmost importance?"

(Y/n) nodded, her resolve unshaken. "Absolutely, sir. My lips are sealed, and I understand the consequences of breaching that trust."

Marcus, the most reserved of the three, merely regarded her with a measured gaze. "We shall see if your actions align with your words."

(Y/n) straightened her posture, ready to take on her new responsibilities. "You won't be disappointed, gentlemen."

With that, she accepted the role of secretary for the Volturi, stepping into a world of secrecy, power, and ancient vampires. As she walked away, she knew that she had taken on a role unlike any other, one that demanded her utmost dedication and discretion. The reflection of her determination in those glasses was a symbol of the resolve she brought to her new position, one that she intended to uphold at all costs.

(Y/n) settled into her new role as the secretary for the Volturi with a fierce dedication. Her efficiency and attention to detail quickly became apparent to the coven's leaders. Aro, always one to appreciate those who could fulfill his demands promptly, decided to put her to the test.

One afternoon, he strolled into her office, his graceful presence demanding attention. (Y/n) looked up from her desk, her fingers flying across the keyboard of her computer as she organized files and scheduled appointments.

"Ah, (Y/n)," Aro greeted her with his customary smile. "I have a task for you."

(Y/n) nodded, ready to take on any request from her employer. "Of course, master Aro. What do you need?"

Aro explained, "I need you to post an aid about a tour for fifty people for tomorrows feeding, a rather impromptu event. I would like you to schedule it for me.”

(Y/n) didn't miss a beat. She continued typing on her computer, her eyes darting across the screen as she worked her magic with scheduling software. "Consider it done, master Aro."

Aro was taken aback by her speed and efficiency. He had expected this task to take some time, but within mere minutes, (Y/n) turned her screen toward him, displaying a perfectly organized tour for fifty attendees, complete with dates, times, and an itinerary.

His crimson eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "You work remarkably fast, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) looked up with a confident smile. "I pride myself on being efficient, master aro. Is there anything else you need?"

Aro chuckled, clearly impressed. "Not at the moment, my dear. Carry on with your excellent work."

As he left her office, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had proven her worth to the Volturi leader, and her efficiency would undoubtedly serve her well in this world of secrecy and power.

In the serene garden of the Volturi castle, Marcus often found solace among the flowers that his late mate had once lovingly tended to. He wandered the garden, lost in his own thoughts, the weight of his immortal life bearing down on him.

One day, as he strolled along the carefully manicured paths, Marcus noticed something extraordinary. The flowers that had once withered away had begun to regrow, vibrant and beautiful as if brought back to life by some unseen force. He couldn't help but be struck by the sight, the memories of his mate's love for these flowers flooding his mind.

Marcus approached a lower guard who was on duty nearby, his curiosity piqued. "Who has been taking care of the garden? These flowers, they are flourishing once more."

The lower guard, a vampire who had served the Volturi for centuries, nodded respectfully to Marcus. "It is the human, my lord."

"The human?" Marcus asked, intrigued. "What is their name?"

The guard, who knew the human by the name the Volturi called her, replied, "The secretary (Y/n), my lord."

Marcus considered this revelation, the name sparking a distant memory. He had heard the name (Y/n) mentioned in passing, but he had paid little attention. Now, it seemed this human was not only tending to the garden but also reviving the memories of his lost mate.

With a nod of appreciation, Marcus continued to admire the blooming flowers, a silent acknowledgment of the human named (Y/n) for her care and dedication. In the garden, among the resurrected blooms, he felt a connection to his past and a glimmer of hope for the future, all thanks to the efforts of this mysterious human.

In the dimly lit halls of the Volturi castle, Caius, one of the coven's leaders, was growing increasingly frustrated. He had been searching for his favorite cloak, a luxurious garment of deep crimson, for what felt like an eternity. His irritation had escalated to the point where his voice echoed through the corridors as he yelled at everyone in his path.

"Where is it? Who has taken my cloak?" he bellowed, his tone venomous.

Vampires scurried to avoid his wrath, their wide-eyed expressions betraying their fear of their temperamental leader.

In the midst of the chaos, a soft and calm voice cut through the tension. "(Y/n)," Caius snapped, his crimson eyes narrowing as he turned to face the human secretary, "(Y/n), have you seen my cloak? I cannot find it anywhere."

(Y/n) stepped forward, holding Caius's missing cloak draped carefully over her arm. Her voice was composed, unruffled by his outburst. "Master Caius, you left this in your office. I've noticed it had specks of dried blood on it, so I've had it dried clean."

Caius was momentarily taken aback, his anger dissipating as he processed her words. He couldn't believe it. The usually distant and indifferent human secretary had not only found his cloak but had taken it upon herself to ensure it was cleaned.

"(Y/n)," Caius said, his voice softer now, "you did this for me?"

(Y/n) nodded, her gaze steady as she met his crimson eyes. "Of course, Master Caius. It's my duty to assist in any way I can."

Caius, still in disbelief, reached out to take the cloak from her arm. His fingers brushed against hers, and he felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation stir within him. He couldn't deny that her thoughtfulness had left a mark on him, one that he couldn't easily dismiss.

As (Y/n) excused herself and left the hallway, Caius watched her retreating figure with a newfound appreciation. It was a small gesture, but one that had touched him deeply, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to this human secretary than met the eye.

The grand trial room within the Volturi castle was filled with a weighty silence as the three kings, Aro, Caius, and Marcus, gathered for a discussion. The subject of their conversation was none other than their human secretary, (Y/n).

"She's good at her job, almost too damn good," Aro commented, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. "I can't seem to find a simple mistake in her work."

Caius nodded in agreement. "She's quick, and her work is effective. It seems we'll be keeping her around long-term."

Marcus, who often remained silent, offered his approval with a subtle nod.

The kings reached a unanimous decision. They would offer (Y/n) a gift, one that would bind her to the Volturi for eternity. They sent their most trusted enforcers, the twins Alec and Jane, to fetch her.

Alec and Jane, swift and efficient as always, found (Y/n) in her office. They approached her with the precision of a well-practiced routine.

"(Y/n)," Alec began, his tone even, "the masters request your presence in the trial room."

(Y/n) blinked in surprise but complied, following the twins to the room where the three kings awaited.

Once inside, (Y/n) stood before the Volturi leaders, her heart pounding with anticipation. Aro spoke first, his voice dripping with charm.

"(Y/n), in the short months you have been with us, your dedication and efficiency have impressed us greatly," Aro said, his crimson eyes locked onto hers. "We value your contributions, and we would like to offer you a gift."

(Y/n) couldn't hide her surprise. "A gift, masters?"

Caius stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "We offer you immortality, (Y/n). A chance to join our coven as one of us."

The offer hung in the air, a life-altering decision that (Y/n) had never expected. She considered her options carefully, her thoughts racing. The weight of eternity was a heavy burden to bear, but the allure of becoming part of the Volturi coven was undeniable.

After a moment of reflection, (Y/n) finally spoke. "I'm not sure what to say, masters, but thank you for the offer."

With her acceptance, the kings nodded in approval. The twins, Alec and Jane, moved closer, their hands lightly touching her body. “Alec -“ aro calls out and in second Alec has (y/n) wrapped in his dark smoke, her senses numbing within seconds. “Don’t worry dear, it’ll be over in no time.”

Over the course of three days, (Y/n) underwent the agonizing process of the vampire transformation. She endured the fire of change, sometimes which were numbed by Alec per the kings request and now she was emerging from the ordeal as a newborn vampire, her senses heightened and her existence forever entwined with the Volturi.

As her eyes fluttered open in her new immortal life, (Y/n) realized that she had become a permanent part of the Volturi coven, her loyalty and dedication recognized in the most profound way possible.

[babygorewhore]

Control

Okay so this is just filth honestly. I need this man and I’m in such a Tate mood. So yeah. And don’t come for me because I see him as a subby switch and if you pushed him enough, he’d pound you into the next day.

Warnings! Mean reader! Coven witch cross over reader! Slight Dom reader and sub Tate in the beginning! Degrading! Choking! Fingering! Fingers in mouth! Okay that’s it bye not proofread because I’m horny and tired.

Tate was adjusting his sweater as he settled into a rhythm of drawing on his notepad. But your legs were aching from pressing them together as you laid next to him. God, you needed him so badly. He was addictive and so obsessed with you. You needed him as badly though.

But he was so submissive. Always leaning on you to show him the way. Always letting you take control. You loved it but you also needed him to do the same right now. You wanted him to be rough and take you like he owned you.

But he hated the thought of hurting you in any way. As a witch, growing your powers, you thought of a spell to make him human again. Just to get out of this hell hole but you refrain from telling him that. You didn’t want to get his hopes up before you were sure. He was so against hurting you that he hated when you left the house even though you had abilities to keep yourself safe.

Today, you were going to use your powers to get him to finally take charge. Instead of asking him, you slowly lifted your big t-shirt, exposing your bare pussy and you separated your legs. He was still focused on his art that he didn’t cast a look in your direction. Your fingers played with the soft flesh of your inner thighs and you dipped your middle finger around your slit.

“Fuck-“ You said, loud enough you knew he’d hear.

You met his brown eyes that were widening and his eyebrows were raised.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me you wanted to be fucked?” His question had a heavy tone of lust and slight offense.

“Tate, I need you to fuck me. Hard.”

“Babe…I don't want to hurt you.” He protested and leaned over but with your mind, you held him still. He gasped. “I thought you wouldn’t use your powers on me.” He whined.

“Well, you’re being too soft.” You scolded and kept your fingers tracing your clit without pressure. You wanted to bait him. “You’re not going to hurt me and if you did, I’d like it.”

“Please-please don’t cum without me.” He squirmed and you weren’t using a lot of strength. If he wanted and pushed hard enough, he could break the spell.

You lifted your hand and spat on your fingers. You didn’t need the lubrication; hearing him start to beg was enough for you to grow wetter as the seconds went by.

“Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be your good boy.” He whispered and his eyes watered.

You let him go, deciding on a different approach. You grabbed his collar and straddled his hips. He whimpered and his hands immediately flew to your ass. But you shook him off, giving him a light slap. “No. If you’re not going to take control, then you don’t get to touch me.”

“No-that’s not fair-“

“I don’t care. Either you’re going to stop me. Or you’re going to keep taking it like a pussy.” Tate was stubborn and kept trying to balance you with his large palms.

Each time you gave him a slap.

“Stop.” His voice lowered. It was fucking working. You leaned down, nearly nose to nose.

“Make me.”

Finally; his hand locked around your neck, squeezing the sides and you coughed. He flipped you over, easily on your stomach. His hand slapped your ass,causing you to suck in a sharp breath. “Is this what you fucking wanted you little witch? Piss me off? It fucking worked.”

He ground out, his hand still around your throat as he shoved your t-shirt off your body with his free palm. “Don't move or else this is going to get worse for you.”

You tried to buck, get some release as your core was tightening and clenching around nothing but he shoved your face down on the pillow.

“I said don’t move! What did I say?” He taunted and started toying with your slick entrance from the back.

“D-d-don’t move.” You whispered brokenly.

“What was that?” He sunk his fingers inside your pussy, arousal pooling around his digits before he slid them to your clit, swollen and pulsing for him. “Say it one more time.”

“Don’t move.” You were almost crying as he teased you.

Two big fingers pumped inside you. Curling up and reaching deep spot you couldn’t on your own. You whined but kept your body still in fear of him stopping. He rubbed his clothed cock against your ass.

“You don’t get my dick. Not after using your powers on me. You’re a filthy little slut.” He paused between each word as he inserted his fingers in and out.

You came hard, coating his knuckles and he groaned. He pulled your hair, lifting you against his chest as he lewdly shoved his fingers in your mouth. “Taste that? Yeah, I did that. Not you. Pushing me? Not a good fucking idea.”

“Ple-“ You tried to speak but you couldn’t as he pressed them harder in your mouth.

“When you beg as hard as you made me, then I’ll fuck you. Repeat it back to me.”

“Make me beg hard.” You gasped when he released you. He flipped you on your back.

“Good girl.” He started removing his sweater exposing his slender muscle and he put both hands on either side of your head. “Go ahead, baby. Give me your best.”

@scene-and-dandylover @xxhellfirebunnyxx @reidsbtch @slvt4jamesmarch @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @taintandviolent @elaine-in-the-membrane @icannot3 @imyourdaninow @lesservillain

[kittenwalker]

a helping hand (kyle spencer) x (fem!reader)

“ Hey get me another shot Frankenstein “ Madison shouted to Kyle, our butler, while holding up her shot glass

Kyle ran towards Madison and followed up with her request. All four witches in this academy were always treating Kyle like some dog, especially Zoe and Madison. Zoe and Kyle seemed to have something going on but looks like Zoe cut ties with him. You were always intrigued by Kyle, you wanted to help him. You wanted him to feel loved in a way.

You are the fifth and newest member of Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. You arrived a couple of weeks ago and were starting to warm up to everyone but you weren’t fond of the other witches. It was kinda just you and yourself, you do share some glances with Kyle but nothing more. Even though you wanted more than that, you wanted to mean something to Kyle.

“Hey bitches listen up, there’s a party tonight anyone wanna join me? “ Madison announced making you look up from your food.

Everyone agreed to tag along except you, you weren’t really into parties. All the wild people and loud music scare you. So you decided to stay back to do some revising on magic.

“ You have no life y/n, “ Madison said chuckling

“ Nope just don’t like parties “ you shrugged

“ Alright then you’ll have to take care Kyle and make sure he doesn’t kill himself “ Zoe instructed 

You nodded and continued eating while the others chatted about the party. 

Walking up onto the spiral stairs, you entered your room to take a hot shower before checking on Kyle. When you came out from bathing the house was quiet, indicating that the four witches had left to attend their party. You wore your clothes and walked into your room, you saw Kyle sitting on your bed and you jumped getting scared by the sudden presence.

“ Kyle you scared me “ you laughed

“ s-s-sor-ry “ 

You stepped closer to him and a gush of his scent washed over you. You can smell sweat all over him so you asked.

“ Kyle, did you shower yet? “ 

“ I d-don’t kn-now how to, “ he said slurring his words

You instantly felt bad, you forgot Kyle was from the dead and can’t do normal basic things. But an idea surfaced in your mind, you ran over to your nightstand and took out your spell book. You were going to attempt to fix him.

Flipping through the book in a hast to find the spell that you vividly remember reading about. There you found it, page 364 titled ‘ bringing back a zombie’s sanity ‘. You needed the following ingredients to make this spell successful. Mud, dirt, water, mint leaves, rose petals, and a piece of the subject’s hair.

 Mixing all of the listed ingredients, put it over a fire to boil it. Then let the subject breathe in the substance for a minute. After that bind it all in with a kiss, this was pretty simple you thought as you reread it.

You collected all of the items and went back to your room eagerly, you wanted Kyle to have another chance to live normally again.

You and Kyle sat in the ring of candles surrounding you both. You started crushing the mint leaves and rose petals to dust then combining it in a pot with the mud, dirt, and water. You emit a small flame under the metal pot with your powers, making the substance boil.

“ Kyle, you need to inhale this substance for about a minute alright? “ 

He looked at you and then nodded, putting his head on top of the pot. After a minute or so you needed to move on to the next step, kissing him. You were quite nervous but you do want to kiss Kyle just not expecting your first kiss to be like this.

“ Okay Kyle now we need to kiss now “ 

He looked up and it seemed like his eye lit up hearing it. You leaned into him pecking at his delicate soft lips but the short peck became a full kiss. You pulled away and put out the flame asking how Kyle felt. He tested his voice and it seems to have worked. He wasn’t stuttering anymore, it made you smile to know that it work. Before you knew it, Kyle was engulfing his large hands around your body thanking you.

“ Thank you y/n, I couldn’t be more grateful “

“ Of course, I’m happy to help “ 

Kyle pulled his head back to face you, hands still on your waist. You stared into his dark brown eyes then slowly moved to his lips, gosh you just wanted to kiss him. The kiss you shared with him earlier only made you crave more, bravery took over your mind and you smashed your lips against his. 

His soft plush lips started to move against yours, his tongue inviting itself into your mouth. You both break away to catch your breaths and you watched as a smirk took over his lips.

“ That wasn’t part of the spell but I liked it “

[volturi-imagines]

Alec’s Pet

!!!!!!WARNING!!!!! GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF BLOOD

I always thought Bella was exaggerating when she talked about the other vampires, she had met besides the Cullens but when we met the Volturi I realized Bella had greatly minimized just how terrifying, red-eyed vampires were, but none terrified me like the brown-haired boy, Alec. He left me feeling petrified the first I glanced at him in the throne room of the Volturi palace in Italy. After narrowly escaping the jaws of death and managing to make it back home to Forks, Washington I never expected to see Alec again but after only a few short months he appeared in my room.

I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart hammered in my chest as he was sitting at my computer desk swiveling a little as he stared me down.

“Are you going to just stand there?”

His harsh voice caught me off guard, he had broken into my room and was now speaking to me like I was in the wrong.

“Ugh… um… hi?”

Taking a deep breath, I closed my bedroom door as Alec raised a single eyebrow at me, I could feel my skin prickle with anxiety. I shuffled my feet as I now felt unwelcome and uneasy in my own bedroom.

“Stop fidgeting and sit down.”

Jumping I all but ran to my bed and sat on the edge, facing him as he stared me down with a blank expression on his face.

“You are mine, so I have some expectations and rules for you to follow.”

I was completely caught off guard again, almost choking on air as Alec sounded so casual at the proclamation that I belonged to him.

“Ugh… i-I don’t belong to you. I’m a human, you can’t own someone.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say as he stood up, towering over me as I had to look up at him.

“You owe me your life, you stupid pet. If I had willed it, you would have never left the throne room alive.”

I leaned back as he bent down, getting in my face as his voice deepened to an almost threatening level.

“So, I expect some gratitude out of you, pet.”

My breath was caught in my throat as he stood back up, giving my head a condescending pet to prove his point. He ran his fingers through my hair before grabbing a fist full and pulling on it harshly, forcing my head back so I was looking up at him again.

“Be a good pet and I’ll treat you good but be disobedient and I’ll make you wish you were never born.”

Letting go of my hair Alec harshly pushed me down to lay on my back as he got on top of me.

“I thought about getting you a collar but that can easily be taken off, so I thought of something more permanent.”

I whimpered in fright as Alec pulled a knife out, waving it in front of my face before cutting away my shirt, exposing my bra clad chest to him. Alec’s red eyes gleamed joyfully as he drags the flat side of the knife down my chest, taunting me. I didn’t know if begging would just entice him more, but I was desperate for this to stop.

“Please, I don’t want this.”

Letting out an animalistic growl, Alec roughly grabbed my face with his free hand.

“I don’t care what you want. I want this, and I always get what I want. You should remember that.”

Turning my head to the side he leaned over, stuffing his nose into the side of my neck and inhaling as his tongue darted out to lap at my skin. It felt like my heart was going to combust with fright as I started to physically shake. My eyes were closed as I waited for the venom filled bite that would end me, but it never came, instead I felt the cold steel of the knife in the middle of my chest. A scream ripped through my body as Alec carved letters into my chest, hot pain seared through me and when he finally pulled the now bloody knife away, he leaned forward again and licked my chest clean of blood. Fat hot tears streaked down my face as Alec finally got off of me, giving me an obnoxious smirk as he eyed his work.

“There. Now everyone will know who you belong to.”

My chest heaved with every raggedy breath I took, trying to calm myself as I dared to look down and see what he had carved into me.

In big bloody capital letters, the letters ALEC were carved into my chest forever.

[betasquads]

Connection.

Heretic!kai parker x femalewitch!reader

A/N: This is the first time I'm using tumblr, not the best writing, but it's readable.

▪︎ warning: smut

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The Civil War in the United States began in 1861, after decades of simmering tensions between northern and southern states over slavery, states' rights......

I sighed, slamming my book shut while I was reading. I needed to free my mind a little bit. I knew I had a lot more to study but I needed to check it someone texted me. I go to my nightstand to see if my phone was fully charged, not expecting a text from Kai.

We both hated each other before, but we got closer in the prison world while still hating each other, and without realizing, he grew on me.

I finally found the restaurant that we couldn't find. Dress up, we're going to go eat because im starving.

Him and I were just best friends, nothing more. I knew him and the mystic galls gang, for quite a long time now. Everyone hated seeing me with him, but sometimes I couldn't careless. I had to admit that ive been in love with him for a few months now. Hes attractive, hot, and sometimes caring. He lived three blocks away from me, meaning I had to go get dressed up.

I go ahead and dress up as I sit in the living room, waiting for Kai.

I heard the knock on the door before opening it for him, smiling as he just gave me an awful stare.

"I meant my text, I'm starving which means this restaurant better be good and taste like how i remember it" He talks about the restaurant that we used to go just a few months ago.

"Alright, what does that have to do with me? I'm not the CEO of this restaurant." I yell defensively as he rolls his eyes.

"Come on, let's go." He says and ignores on what I just said. I grab my purse and head out as we walk to there.

—

Kai and I were sitting in the all known restaurant that had a bar right next door. I only came here for the famous crispy fries and their delicious smooth vanilla ice cream, making me drool each time I think about it. Which I would've not went if we didn't go to this place.

It was a pretty talked thing in town, a very affordable and a tasty restaurant that looked fancy. Kai was talking about how the ribeye was so good and that he would like to try it again but he would go if I would go and thats why he texted me. I skipped my studies to go with him, him and I getting seated.

"Can't we just order everything and burst right out the moment we finish eating? I'm starving that I would even eat something raw. But now that I smell fries I want fries. Actually I see that they serve meat. I don't like meat. " I inhale deeply at the scent of the fries.

"Hearing you rambling makes me wanna die." He tells me as I roll my eyes. You are one to talk. I thought.

Then I look up to see Kai staring at me with amusement and the all known tiny smirk. "My rambling makes you want to die? I should do it more often."

I blush when I thought about the fact that he put a spell on me to read my mine. I look at the menu once again to avoid looking at kai, disgust taking over.

Burger with a side of Crispy fries,

Calamari Steak,

Saffron Rice,

Cuban Style Roast Pork,

Mushroom and Onion with Rosemary.

...

...

...

The menu continues on as the waitress comes up to us, "My name is Rose, I will be your waitress. What can I get you started with?" She throws in the most fakest smile.

I look at the menu and I snort. "Mushroom and Onion with Roseeeemary. Get it? Cause your name is in Rosemary." I laugh at my own joke as I see Kai stiffen his laugh as I look up at the waitress who looked annoyed as she waited. I stop smiling when I look at her stare.

My nose scrunch when I shake my head, "Just joking I do not want that, ew, gross. And I definitely don't want the entire menu. Just theeeeeeeee..." I look at the menu once again.

"Burger with a side of Crispy fries. And Vanilla Custard. Also let's not forget the famous ice cream. Make sure it's vanilla cause the rest of the flavors are overrated or just suck. I'm suing you if you mix it up." I tell the waitress as I look over to Kai who was biting his lip seductively as he looks at me. His eyes were practically taking my clothes off, I felt like I was being burned by his gaze.

It was basically the first time he ever did this.

I blush and look away, more interested at the wooden floor instead. I could feel his gaze still on me.

"And what about your boyfriend?" She questions as she was writing on her notes, glancing at him.

I laugh awkwardly before shaking my head, about to respond before he's the one to speak.

"I'm not her boyfriend. And I would love a ribeye and the same exact desserts like hers." He looks at me, his eyes hungry as his eyes trails down to my lip. He says to her as his eyes never left my face.

I shift uncomfortably in the seat as I feel a wave of heat surge in between my thighs. I bite my lip as the waitress nods, telling us it will be ready within twenty minutes.

"I see what you did there with the Rosemary joke." I roll my eyes once again at him.

I began using the salt that sat on the table, placing it on my index finger. I began to make it fly for entertainment since we had to wait for food. I smile to myself before a voice cuts my thoughts off.

"Genuine question, has someone ever made you feel good?" If I was drinking something, I would've choked. But instead, I just stare with wide eyes at the floor as my eyebrows lifted. He has never asked me such thing. The salt falls on the table while I shakingly sigh heavily.

He bites his lip, as I see him shift from side to side as if something was irritating him.

"What is with this question? You never asked me about something like this."

He laughs as he shuts his eyes for a brief moment and then looks back at me. "Oh no, just curious. I want to know if my girl has been getting the pleasure she deserves." He says seductively.

I forgot what breathing was, a surge of a weird feeling hitting my underneath stomach. My girl? Since when was I his girl?

I open my mouth slightly at the name, trying to find the words but I just couldn't.

"Hmm? Are you going to answer me or not? If you won't just say you're nervous because of me." He hums, tilting his head to the side. His fingers slowly traveled to my hand that was resting on the table, drawing circles around.

"It's not any of your buisness." He raises his hands up in surrender with a grin.

"Alright, alright. I just could've been a way of help to changing that." He winks at me while I look away, looking at the people who was ordering across of me.

"Welcome to our restaurant! Today we will be playing a game, it is optional and you do not have to do it. We do different games every other Friday so today's game is..." A waitress says as Kai rolls his eyes.

"Tic tac toe? Sorry but I'm not very interested in a child's game. I'd rather kill the entire people sitting here right now." I laugh at his comment and lean on the table as I wait for what she's about to say.

"7 minutes in heaven. Get up and write your names down and pass it in this tiny little box over there if you do want to get in the game. If you are an odd one out and don't have a partner, then better luck next time!" We hear people going quiet as I blush, looking down.

I can feel Kai's gaze on me with a smirk on his face. "I don't mind if I do." He gets up and goes towards where the waitress was.

I get up aswell, I mean it was only a one time thing. Besides, there were so many people. I can't just randomly be paired up with Kai.

Right..

Right?

I go write my name down and go back to where I was sitting, Kai looking at me at each move I make.

We wait for our names to be revealed with our pairs, my legs crossed as I wait patiently.

"Y/N and..." She says cheerfully as the bottom of my stomach gives me butterflies.

"Kai, Kai parker." The moment his name left her mouth I felt like I was being choked, my eyes widening as I look over to Kai who was staring at my lips.

He gets up and holds his hands out with a his hooded eyes staring at me. I blush and place my hands on his larger hands, I silently gasp when I feel the cold rings against me. The comparison of how huge his hands made me go wet, sending shivers in my spine.

She points towards the door and we get inside, the darkness in the room and me being alone with kai while we play this game immediately made me feel even wetter.

The door shuts and I felt frozen up, as if I didn't know what to do. Especially that Kai was my friend, but i had to admit, I was in love with him. Him and I do everything together, he almost died for me, him and I would choose each other in a heartbeat even though we were once enemies.

"Are you going to overthink now? You just wasted a good 3 minutes." He says but I shake my head.

"This–This is wrong. This can't be. We aren't even supposed to be friends, what does this say about us?" My index finger points between him and I.

I don't know why but at this very moment, it felt like I was betraying my friends although it was choice and my life.

I can see him his eyes was filled with sadness on what I had just said, like he felt hurt.

And he did have everything and every right to think like that. I was basically suggesting as if he was a side person for me, or someone who was wrong for me. He did change, because I can sometimes see the way his eyes lights up when he sees me, or when he runs up to me when I show up at his apartment and the way he makes up his stupid jokes that always never fails to make me laugh.

"I–I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry." For some reason, every instinct was telling me to go up and kiss him.

Do it.

I walk up to him, now the both of us are the closest we could ever be. He looks back and forth towards my right eye and my left eye, as if he was trying to figure out something.

Then I make him lower himself for me, my lips connecting his. I could feel an explosion right underneath my stomach when his hand goes up to my waist, and the other at the back of my head.

I was the first to disconnect it, and it was clear that he didn't want to cause his lips went forward the moment I left it.

I can hear him groan slightly as he stares at my body, his enlarged hands going to my hips, "It's only you and me in here. Just you and I to do whatever we want. And I want you." He purrs in my ears as I see him briefly shut his eyes and kissing my under earlobe.

My eyes widens at the action, I was surprised. "K-Kai" I gasp when he looks up at me, his baby blue eyes weren't so blue anymore. Instead, his pupils was taking over.

Although it was dark, I can slightly see him.

He gives me wet kisses on my neck and leaves his lips lingering for a quite a while which makes it even better.

"7 minutes of heaven, you heard her."

"Malachai." I accidentally say his full name while he hits my sensitive spot on my neck, gripping his hair.

He then freezes at what he said, leaning away to look at me. He bites his lip, "Say that again" His words are inaudible but I still heard him, my eyes widening at his neediness.

My hand travels to the nape of his neck as I make him get close to me, my lips almost touching his ear.

"Malachai" This time I said it in more of demanding tone, tilting my head by a bit and biting my lip.

Then we notice our 7 minutes was up.

That fast?

I can see that he was disappointed, the both of us letting go of each other. I didn't feel so warm without his coat hugging me, frowning that time went too fast.

—

"That worker should've gotten a kick in the ass. Who accidentally switches mint chocolate chip ice cream with vanilla? She should've known that mint is gross and no one would even get it." I tug in my shorts as I try to reach for my phone, but then I accidentally trip on on a piece of rock.

I groan as I look up to see Kai laughing at me as if he was watching a comedian show where someone makes a dirty joke, which is always unfunny.

"What are we, twelve? This isn't the puppet show, stop laughing idiot." I felt warm liquid running down my leg but Kai couldn't see since I was sat on both of my legs. He definitely smelled it though cause I see his jaw clenched.

And then he began laughing once again. I start laughing at his contagious laugh, as he turns around as if I'm about to get up and follow him. His maniac laughing fit his beautiful face that had a stubble, my lip biting at the sight. I then focus on myself.

He then begins to walk off, thinking it was a minor injury. I felt it burn in my leg and knew that it was major. "Where the hell are you going? If you want me to drive you to the kids show, you are always welcome Kai. Except I'm bleeding so you have to wait up."

"Do you want me to carry you in a bridal position? Come on it probably wasn't even that bad." He rolls his eyes. He stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at me. His eyes widens when he sees the gash on my knee, quickly running up to me. Blood was pouring out of it, and it was burning. It was bigger cut than he thought.

Veins began to show under his eyes as he stares at my blood. He clenches his jaw as he looks away. I hear him gulp as he looks at the left side of the road, not bothered to even look.

"Kai, look at me." I demand as he shakes his head, shutting his eyes. He stood up, trying to maintain calm from getting the urge to rip my head off.

I stand a little bit and lean on him, before he tries to get away from me. "I'll hurt you." My hand makes a way to his cheeks that were spiking me from his stubble, as I make eye contact with him.

His blue eyes were shimmering, the depths in them made me look so deep into his beautiful eyes, "You won't, I know you won't." He bites his lip at my courage, before he snaps out of it before he kneels infront of me as he thought of way, about to bite his wrist but I shake my head.

"I know you never want to be healed with vampire blood but it stings and I can't keep that for you–"

"It's alright Kai, maybe we can call someone to pick us up. Im a newbie witch and i can't heal myself. You siphoning from me will hurt, i mean kinda–" He shakes his head before he thought of a way.

He quickly snaps a piece from his shirt, "This is going to hurt bad, you know when you see someone get hurt and you just hold the place they're hurt at like you're going to also going to get hurt. In which you also feel the pain of the other person like in another way but I don't know how you just feel it by looking at them like you're scared that it would also happen to you so me placing a piece of cloth might sting cause I remember how they feel when Joshua used to trip me a lot and I would get injured so my leg kinda hurts even if it isn't possible–"

I chuckle, cutting him off. "Shut up idiot, you rambling makes me want to die. Just get over this." I groan as I shut my eyes, staring up at the sky as I sigh.

I could feel his breath hitting my neck and his eyes never leaving me even though I had my eyes closed.

He shakily sighs, shaking his head as he began tying it around my gashed knee, as I let out a pained groan. "What's your favorite ummm, song?" He tries to distract me as I smile at the idiot who's right infront of me.

I hit his shoulder half jokingly and half not in an insulting manner. "Ow!" His right hand makes a grab for the place that I had hit him.

"If you're trying to distract me, you suck at it. So don't go on." I smile cheekily at him as I look down at my knee as if to tell him to continue.

He began wrapping it tightly, a few seconds silently going by. "I'm sorry" He mumbles very fast as my eyes widen.

I gasp dramatically,  "Oh. My. God? Malachai Parker apologizing? I should've recorded that for for Elena. Damn it! I sometimes hate the universe for being unfair." I said as I dramatically frown, actually surprised that he apologized.

I could tell that he got annoyed about my sentence because he let's out an annoyed huff, "You should take me seriously." He yelled me but I give him a look before he rolls his eyes.

I wait for him to understand why I was looking at him like this, then realization settles in his features. "Fine, I didn't take you seriously about.. About? Let me remember." He began to get into thought as I laugh, inhaling a huge amount of air.

"You didn't take me seriously when I told you I was hurt. It'll heal, but it will definitely leave a scar." I hear him inhale like it was his fault that I tripped.

"Come on it wasn't even that bad." I mock him in his tone as I began to burst into giggles when he gives me a serious look, but he bites his lip to hide his smile.

"Unfunny." He says, his lips slightly twitching into a smile.

"Then what is that smile on your face? Did it magically just appear? Weird." I smirk at him.

He ignores my comment, standing up as his arms snake around my waist and my under knees. I gasp when he actually picks me up in a bridal position.

As an instinct I grip his neck shakingly, not because I was scared that I would fall or he would trip and make a joke out of himself.

He was close to me, his eyes dark and shallow. His gaze burns right through me as my eyes widen slightly at the look he's giving me.

"Fuck it, I'm going to carry you home." His voice now deep and husky, my mouth slightly opened at the switched tone.

It was deep almost like he was trying to be seductive. It was hot, making me bite my lip as I shut my eyes.

We reach at my house, setting me down slowly. I reach for my keys before unlocking the door. I step inside, opening the door wide open to welcome Kai in.

"Come on in–"

He gets a little too close to me, my breath hitching at the closeness.

"You didn't answer my question. Has anyone ever made you feel good?" He said it in a whisper, biting his lip as he looks at mine.

"Not really, it was just okay, not wow or anything." I say unsure as I take my shoes off, walking inside the kitchen to avoid the question.

"Do you want water, juice or nothing so you could save them for me?" I question with a sigh as I open the fridge.

Suddenly the confusion settles when Kai doesn't respond. I feel a hot breathe on my neck, a pair of hands moving my hair to the side. I shiver at the contact as I let out a silent moan when I feel his lips on my neck. His teeth nibbles on my skin, my body going hot.

I shut the fridge when he grabs my waist and turns me around, pushing me aggressively against the fridge. I whimper and my hand grip his hair.

"Mmm, why don't you make those noises for me much more often? Fun fact i actually enjoy it a lot." He questions as he places wet kisses my collarbone.

I quickly place a hand over my hand to stop a moan, grabbing his neck as I hugged him into me so he could continue on kissing me.

"I'm so done with pretending like I don't want you." He groans as he leaves wet kisses all over.

He sees that i have my hand above my mouth. "Let all the noises come out by itself, you have no one at your house besides you and I." He says while attacking my entire neck with love bites.

"We could fill the house with our sinful noises, and no one will be able to hear us. What will your friends think of you? Their naughty girl fucking the evil parker?"

"Since we're all alone. It means, I could fuck you senseless." He dirty talks in my ear which makes me shiver.

"Punish you in any way you want me to. hmm, like pulling my hands away each time your so close. Slap your ass. " He whispers in my earlobe as he tucks a hairstrand behind me. He slaps my ass as I moan, enjoying the feeling.

"Dirty girl, enjoying me slapping you?" He tuts in disapproval when I moan in his ears, his cock twitching in his pants.

"God, or even you could punish me. It would be very hot." He hums at his dirty thoughts that I wish I could see and hear. He sucks underneath my ears which makes me grip his hair, pulling it slightly.

He moans into my ears at the sudden action that I've pulled, grabbing my top and ripping it apart eagerly. "Hey! That was expensiv-"

"We could do anything you want. Any dirty thoughts running through your mind, I will make it happen. I'll please you in every way possible no matter how sinful it is. I'll fuck you in every way possible. " He whispered to me as he ignores my remark. He teasingly rubbed my clit that was separated by a fabric. I whimper at the touch as he pulls the destroyed dress off of me.

He grabs my waist and sets me on the counter, kneeling down as he bit on my underwear. He slowly takes it off with his teeth, not breaking eye contact. I felt myself getting wet at the sight, rubbing my thighs together.

"Look at me while I pleasure you." His lips brushed my clit as I let out a moan, gripping his hair. I could feel his breath, my body going hot as he maintains an eye contact with me.

His lips suddenly attacked, sucking and biting as I grip his hair. I look up as I grind into him, hearing him groan at my action.

"Look at me while I hear you make these noises." He demanded as I listen, his dark brown eyes piercing right into me.

I do as he says, my stomach turning when his eyes are hooded in satisfaction, his mouth sucking. I feel a familiar bolt in my stomach before I grip his should, signaling that I was close.

I become disappointed when he stops, a smirk on his face. It was hot besides the fact that he didn't let me finish. "I'm going to let you finish when I'm inside of you."

He begins to attack my neck with kisses, my head falls back as I let out a silent moan. His lips attack mine hungrily and aggressively, grabbing my waist and carrying me. I gasp in the kiss when he starts going upstairs to my bedroom. I let go of him, as he slightly whimpers at the loss of body contact. He tries to connect our lips again, then I smirk.

"So needy. It's hot." I say while I tried to unlock the door but it didn't seem to be working.

He then pushes the door with his vampire strength and pushing me straight to my bed, kissing me eagerly. I've always dreamt of having Kai kissing me with one of his coats on, the image in my mind turning me on.

I then switch positions, now I'm above him. He looks at me with amusement when I mutter two words beside his ears, "magicae manus" I whisper seductively, while my lips are attached at his earlobe, kissing and nibbling.

Both of my hands were pinning his but since I was using a spell I haven't before, he gasps and I smirk against his warm skin. My magic hands were taking his pants off slowly.

"Are you enjoying this?" I whisper while tearing his shirt apart, my other magic hand touching him seductively in any way. He just whimpers, with his mouth open wide and his eyes shut.

For some reason, my hand suddenly chokes him, not harsh, but not gentle. His eyebrows lifted up in amusement, staring at me for a quiet minute.

"Yes ma'am." He says it very silently, his voice deep and hallow. I was satisfied with the response.

I take his coat off and his black shirt that was torn apart from me, he was only left with his boxers. I was only left with a sports bra and shorts, teasingly taking it off and taking my time.

He stares at me while his elbows support him, his eyes are hooded and watching every move of mine. After I was left with no fabric, I push myself to him, my hand going to the nape of his neck as I my lips attack his.

The body contact between us lights my skin on fire, my lips detaching from his while it slowly goes down to his collarbone, and then his chest.

While trying to kiss every part of his body, I make eye contact with him, the bottom of my stomach burning each millisecond our eye contact continues.

"You wanna take control? Take control." I whisper with pleading eyes.

He wastes no second and switches places with his vampire speed and began thrusting.

I groan at the sensation as it swallows me whole, half of it being painful and the other half was pleasurable. The whole time we're doing eye-contact, my mind yelling at me to break the connection.

He looks at me concerned, "Should I sto–"

He stops mid sentence, my eyes already telling all the answers. It was powerful, shocks of waves hitting me from the strong eye-contact and from the pleasure I was getting from him.

He then leans down to kiss me, the way his lips connecting mine felt passionate and slow, and not like the other kisses we shared. The kiss was long and sweet, something I've never expected from Kai.

I felt like I was close, and I knew Kai could see that, "Do it for me" He gives me courage and then I receive passionate kisses all over my collarbone.

I reach my climax before Kai does too, the both of us restless as he lazily gets off of me.

He quickly gives me clothes to dress up, and I can't help but feel even more love towards him.

The both of us dress up. I go towards the mirror to fix my hair and my appearance, but then I catch him staring at me from the mirror.

I felt sadness wash over me, scared that this was a one time thing. I turn around to face him and I can't help but stare at his light blue eyes staring at me with curiosity, the way his stubble makes him so attractive.

"You and I–" He paused to think for a minute before stepping even closer to me, the height differences makes it better.

"I want it to happen." He says it in a whisper.

I smile before feeling the warmth of his lips against me, him and I smiling in the kiss.

As it turns out, there's a connection between him and I.

[aecassie]

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝒯𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑛, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ <3

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Você tinha acabado de voltar da escola, grande merda.

Abrindo as portas rangentes da tenebrosa casa intitulada como "The murder house", logo subiu as escadas de tamanho generoso afim de encontrar seu melhor amigo, Tate.

Repentinamente, no décimo segundo degrau (sim, você contou), uma mulher de poucos amigos esbarra em seu ombro, lhe olhando com estranheza. Bom, era Constance Langdon, mãe de Tate. A reconhecendo, deu o que era pra ser um sorriso à mais velha que te observou, centímetro por centímetro.

"Então.. Quem seria você? Acho que tenho o direito de descobrir quem entra ou sai da minha casa, não?" -- Um pouco nervosa, você se ajeitou e respondeu desajeitadamente

"Ah, claro, sinto muito pela indelicadeza, meu nome é S/N S/S, sou uma amiga do Tate!" -- É, você poderia descrever a expressão de desprezo presente na mulher.

"Ei, mãe, deixe ela subir, eu que a chamei!" -- Tate diz descendo as escadas

"Certo, acho que pode entrar. Suba e se quiser qualquer coisa peça ao Tate." -- Constance se vira e sai de perto de vocês dois, aliás, que belo alívio.

"Sinto muito por ela. Bom, vamos ao meu quarto?" -- Tate sorri de lábios cerrados, o que derrete seu coração por dentro.

Você concorda com a cabeça e o segue, os dois entram no quarto, Tate se senta na cama, já você, resolve passar suas delicadas mãos sobre os discos de CD na prateleira do loiro, que te olha sorrindo de um modo... apaixonado?

"Mentira! O lançamento do Nirvana? Onde comprou?" -- Você observa fascinada o CD frio apoiado em seus dedos, rindo de maneira até mesmo estúpida, considerando que era apenas isso, um CD.

Tate te olha e se levanta da cama, indo ao seu lado. Ele estende a mão com o intuito de pegar a embalagem do CD, mas por sorte ou azar, acaba pegando em suas mãos.

Vocês se olham por alguns segundos, e logo se afastam.

"É, na locadora, sabe, aquela da esquina do colégio."

"Ah, entendi. Talvez eu vá lá comprar também."

Você pegou um disco do Elvis Presley e colocou no DVD. "Can't Help falling in love with you" era a fatídica música que tocava ao fundo.

Tate, talvez cansado de tanto guardar o que sentia por você, se aproxima e pega levemente seu braço, te virando para ele.

"Tate, tá tudo.." -- Tate nem te deixa acabar, apenas agarra sua cintura e te beija. Você nem conseguia raciocinar naquele momento, era tudo muito confuso.

Não era nada apressado, era calmo, e doce.

As mãos de Tate eram quentinhas, o beijo dele era macio e bom, era reconfortante.

Vocês se separam.

"Olha, merda, me desculpa, s/n, eu nem sei o porque de eu ter feito isso, eu devia saber que você não-" -- Dessa vez, foi você quem não o deixou terminar a frase. Você colocou suas mãos na nuca do maior, que enroscou os dedos em seus fios c/c.

Vocês ficaram se olhando por um tempo, você estava em choque, mas um choque bom. Tate por sua vez, não conseguia tirar as mãos de sua cintura.

"Eu te amo, S/n S/s."

"Eu também te amo, Tate Langdon."

Vocês fizeram de tudo, conversaram, ouviram músicas, várias e várias coisas.

O tempo voou, e já eram 1 da madrugada. Finalmente vocês resolveram dormir, se deitaram na cama de Tate, na famosa conchinha. Tate era, (obviamente), a conchinha menor. Ele se agarrou a você, fechou os olhos e aproveitou o carinho único que só você sabia fazer. Depois de quase 5 minutos, ele percebeu que o carinho parou.

Você tinha dormido.

Tate só deu um sorrisinho com a cena, tirou uma mecha de cabelo de seu rosto e distribuiu vários selinhos em seus lábios e em seu rosto por completo, depois chegando bem perto, te olhando com apreciação.

"Você fica linda quando dorme."

Tate disfere um último selinho na ponta do seu nariz, se agarrando a sua cintura mais uma vez, sendo ele o adormecido agora.

E vocês dormem assim, unidos um ao outro, ouvindo Nirvana como "canção de ninar".

Não poderia ser mais perfeito.

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What She Doesn’t Know — Fiona Goode

Summary: You're Fiona's dirty little secret. However, Cordelia has feelings for you and when Fiona finds out, she decides she has to do something about it.

Word Count: 1,514

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, fingering, unrequited Cordelia x Reader, Fiona is toxic af but we love her for it, skews slightly towards a fem!reader

At first, it was just sex. That’s all Fiona wanted, and you were all too happy to oblige. Her only rule was that no one could know about what went on between the two of you in the wee hours of the night. So, you were her dirty little secret. Fine. It almost made it all just a little bit hotter.

In the daylight, you went about your studies as usual, doing adequately enough in your attempts to master every aspect of a witch's power. You were neither excelling nor falling behind. Everything was running smoothly in your life. At least, that’s what you’d thought.

Despite your only slightly better than average capabilities, Cordelia began to take a special interest in tutoring you privately. You didn’t need her to, and you certainly didn’t ask. You figured she probably did this for several of the young witches here at Miss Robichaux’s, so why shouldn’t you take advantage of it?

The tutoring sessions did help you to improve faster, gaining a more considerable lead on the others in terms of both skills and your mastery of them. Cordelia seemed pleased to watch you excel and become one of her most promising students in years.

Yet the shared smiles and the extra attention she paid you went directly over your head. Sure, you may have a more natural aptitude for witchcraft than some of the other girls, but Cordelia's interest in your improvement was not purely professional. She was fond of you, even so far as to have a crush, though she deemed that particular term rather ill fitting and almost childish. Yet that’s what it was; a crush, whether she admitted it or not.

While Fiona didn’t often participate in teaching the students much of anything except how to keep out of her way, she did pass through often enough to catch on to her daughter's irritating way of singling you out. She’d seen you in her office more times than she cared to count, and she didn’t like it. For a while, she just shrugged it off. It wasn’t her problem what you did and with who. At least it wasn’t her problem until Cordelia started closing her office door.

Fiona had a habit of appearing where she wasn’t wanted and popping into Cordelia's office when she was sure her daughter wasn’t alone revealed to her more times than not, that it was you she was sharing that time with. Still, Fiona shouldn’t care right? She was more than clear on what you should expect out of being with her, and yet since it was Cordelia after your affection, it didn’t set well with her.

Nothing untoward had ever occurred between you and Cordelia. She wasn’t the type to push her feelings on you. She simply got to know you during the times you’d come to her office. She’d help you with your magic, talk, and wait to see what happened. You were bonding, that much she was sure of, but if you had any feelings for her, you hadn’t let on.

It was your adoration of Fiona that stopped you even noticing that Cordelia was trying to get you to warm up to her. You were painfully aware of Fiona's take on the matter of your feelings, but you couldn’t shove down your attraction to her and the desire to be close to her. So yes, maybe you continued seeing Fiona on her terms as a way to keep her in your life, but Fiona didn’t have to know that.

Late one Friday night, as you lay back on Fiona's bed, partially covered by Fiona's expensive choice in crisp white sheets, she surprised you. "I want you to come to me for your lessons from now on," she said into the darkness. She hadn’t even turned to you, you realized, as your eyes drifted over to her laying beside you, the soft moonlight coming through the window outlining the silhouette of her face still looking up towards the ceiling.

"Okay," you agreed, perhaps too readily, but she didn’t question you on it.

Within the week, she already had you drifting away from Cordelia, leaving her poor daughter confused and —dare she say— upset for not seeing you as often. You were much more content with Fiona as your teacher. The ease with which you understood one another served you both well. Fiona never saw herself as much of a mentor, but with you it came to her quite naturally. And lessons would often fade away into drinks, conversation and inevitably, sex.

Another night, nearly two weeks into having Fiona as your personal mentor, in your post coital bliss, she surprised you again. It seemed she was making a habit of this. "She loves you, you know."

"Who?"

"My darling daughter," Fiona remarked, though no love came along with those words.

You shook your head in disbelief. "No. She doesn’t—"

But Fiona headed off your protest with yet another shock to your system. "You're mine. Understand?" A reflexive shiver ran through you body, and your mouth went dry as you tried to choke out a response. Fiona turned to you, propping herself up on an elbow. "Was I somehow not clear?"

"Yours. I—I’m yours," you finally managed. The smile Fiona gave you after you said those words made you want to kiss her so bad that your whole body seemed to ache for it. But Fiona didn’t let you kiss her, not really, not properly, so you bit your tongue to quell the urge.

In the following days, Fiona became progressively more possessive of you. You’d spend most of your time away from the other witches, taking all your training from Fiona. She’d almost flaunt you around Cordelia, despite your relationship —or whatever it was— still being a secret from her and everyone else. You could see the jealousy start to bubble from within Cordelia that Fiona had taken you right out from under her. The fact that you had no relationship outside of being student and mentor meant that she didn’t have the power to say anything to Fiona about it. You were still being taught, and by the supreme no less, so if she were to complain, she’d have to out her feelings for you in the process.

It all seemed like a game to Fiona, but you were falling more and more in love with her by the day. All she wanted was to frustrate Cordelia, lord her power over her and take away the one thing she loved. You. You were but her all too willing victim in this, and you were in too deep to stop. No matter how little Fiona gave, you took it.

You didn’t want to hurt Cordelia. She was nice, and you thought for a while you’d been on your way to becoming friends. All that stopped the moment Fiona told you that her daughter had been harboring feelings for you. Now you were but a toy for Fiona to dangle above Cordelia's head until she finally snapped, and Fiona knew exactly how she was going to sever that final thread that held Cordelia's composure together.

Under cover of night you slipped into Fiona's room and soon found yourself in her bed yet again. She wore a short black negligee and nothing else as you soon found out when she lowered herself onto your thigh. You were naked under her, and it wasn’t long until you were fully lost to the sensation of Fiona's fingers filling you. So much so that you failed to hear Fiona's bedroom door creak open. It was an intentional use of her power, cracking the door open just as Cordelia would be taking her usual route past her room on her way up to bed. "Say my name," Fiona whispered in your ear. Her breath was hot on your neck as she placed a kiss there causing you to squirm underneath her.

"Fiona," you breathed.

"Louder. Like you mean it," she amended. If you timed this just right, Cordelia would be right outside the door to hear you, and see you come apart at her hand, just the way she wanted it.

"Fiona," you cried, as she curled her fingers inward. She knew your body well enough by now to practically get you to come on command. The moment was upon you now. Cordelia's light footsteps had paused as she reached the top of the stairs. Time for Fiona to make her final move. The orgasm Fiona had brought about in you overwhelmed your senses, and you’d almost forgotten her instructions. "I love you, Fiona." The words poured from your mouth before you had a clear enough mind to stop them.

Cordelia's glance through the door was only noticed by Fiona, who knew enough to look for it as she passed. You were still trembling beneath Fiona as Cordelia's eyes filled with tears. Fiona had taken everything from her, but she never knew that you weren’t even hers to start with. You’d always belonged to Fiona and you always would.

For anon

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When Our Castle’s Fell (Vladimir x Reader)

It was routine. Every century people fought for their ranks. Fail to make a ranking and you're out. When you're out...well it was the end of the line. This far into the war against the Volturi and the Egyptian coven being a little too close for comfort, well no one wants to be in that situation. 

Vladimir was alone in his Chambers, concentration buried in theories, an attempt to anticipate the Volturi's next move. Suddenly, he was aware of a presence. "We'll win." You said softly. "You should announce yourself. That's bad manners." Vladimir replied, continuing to focus on the parchments in front of him. "Apologies." You said quickly, leaning off of the archway of the door and entering the room, moving to his side. "I thought it rather redundant since you'd know I was here anyway." You explained. "Regardless, manners will take you far." He responded. "Pardon me for prying but, is that battle plans?" You asked. "Indeed it is." Vladimir nodded. "The Volturi rebels are gaining numbers." Vladimir pointed to a circle with symbols in the middle. "They're going east and have encountered the Egyptian coven no doubt. Stefan believed they'd be wiped out by the Egyptians yet they're still here and growing in numbers." Vladimir furrowed his brow. "Is that us?" You pointed to the large circle covering the map. "Yes...this is how much territory we inhabit and our numbers, a significant difference as you could probably tell." "No." You winced at your response, looking at him almost meekly. "You do not know how to read, do you?" Vladimir asked. "Nor write." You added. Vladimir rolled his eyes. "One day, you ought to learn." "Hm...likely not enough time for that." You said quietly. "How so?" Vladimir paused, quill hovering. "I might not make it past noon tomorrow." You replied quietly. A heavy silence filled the room. "Such an attitude won't help you. You might as well take off your own head if you're going to brood." Vladimir finally said. "I apologise." You said quietly. "To whom? Yourself? That's the only person you're failing." Vladimir responded. "You're replaceable, it's your responsibility to remain alive and prove yourself worthy. The better fighter you are, the more you earn your eternity. Don't listen to Cyrus either. Luck will only get you so far. I don't give a damn what the fool says." Vladimir finished and you cracked a smile. "Of course. Better safe than sorry." You agreed. "Exactly. I don't understand why some of your peers can't do the same." 'Because I actually like listening to you talk.' You thought to yourself.  You admired Vladimir. He was a very impressive man. He caught your eye almost immediately and you were yet to look away. Although Vladimir was spoken for and you certainly weren't going to step out of line. You couldn't be sure what would have killed you first. The fury of Vladimir or the fury of his mate. Both had a frightening reputation and you didn't want to cross either of them. "Maybe so, but they certainly have more to show for your wisdom than I do." Vladimir sighed before rising to a stand. 

You felt a quick but light slap to the face. You blinked cupping your face as you looked shocked by Vladimir's actions. "That. That's your problem." He said simply. "You struck me..." You said with disbelief. "...why?" "That doesn't matter. Why comes later and I hardly touched you! The problem is that you didn't hit back!" Vladimir insisted. Your expression contorted to horror. "You're my leader! I couldn't-" "That's the problem! You care too much. You don't want to hurt anything beyond the humans you feed upon." He spoke with exasperation. "Stop caring so much! Those who attack you aren't going to care, why would you!?" He finished and you sighed with a nod. He was right. He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you closer to him, against his chest. "Give a damn about your survival. I'd hate to see your journey cut short because of an insufferable nobody like Roderick." Vladimir said icily. "Ah yes, he's quite the handful." You heard another male voice and both of you turned to see Stefan leaning against the door just as you had been. "I hope you're not giving our little friend some advantage, Vladimir." Stefan grinned. "Some will think that favouritism rumour is true." He teased. "Favouritism? Explain." Vladimir stepped back and crossed his arms. "Rumours are going around that you favour me over most of the g-" Stefan cut you off. "Now, now, dear. Be honest. The rumour is that he favours you over all of the guards." Stefan chuckled. Vladimir rolled his eyes. "What childish nonsense, (Y/N), you are dismissed." He said with a flick of his wrist.   "We hope to see you victorious tomorrow, (Y/N)!" Stefan called back as you hurriedly took your leave. "Your life depends on it!" He added cheerfully before turning back to Vladimir. 

Vladimir sent him a cold look in response to Stefan's smirk. "Can I help you?" "You're really going to continue hiding it aren't you?" "You are over-stepping your bounds." Vladimir said icily. "Take caution in what you speak, such silly things to could have very severe consequences." Stefan moved closer to Vladimir. "Calm yourself, I only referred to the soft spot you have for them." Vladimir scoffed. "Even for that, I should have your head." Vladimir replied coldly. "Does she know?" Stefan asked lowly. "Who?" He asked. "Who else? Your mate, Vladimir." Stefan replied. Vladimir paused. "She knows enough." "Well you both seem to be unbreakable." "Just because we are mates doesn't mean she has to be pleased." Vladimir remarked. "Well (Y/N) is still walking around, head intact and as clueless as ever so I'd take it as a good sign. Besides if they do lose tomorrow. Well that problem solves itself, no?" Stefan asked. Vladimir grimaced. "Don't speak such things." "Don't tell me you're worried for them." Stefan tilted his head. Vladimir glared at Stefan. "I'm not making assumptions to your expense, friend." "I'd appreciate if you let this go." Vladimir said. Stefan sighed. "Fine, fine." He looked at the parchments on the desk. "I still don't understand how they've gotten passed the Egyptian coven." Stefan mused. "It's clear their gathering numbers." Vladimir crossed his arms. Although I can't help but feel the most recent change has been when..." Vladimir trailed off. "Go on." Stefan waited intently.  "All I wonder is, what on earth did they find in England that has given them such confidence?" Vladimir finished. 

Many of the coven gathered from far and wide to see the battle for ranks. All found it nothing short of entertainment to the the lowest scamper for survival as most around the world did. The less you had, the less you were worth-a dynamic that throughout history would see empires rise and fall. 

There were yells of excitement and cheers as your opponent, Roderick, made quick work of you. This would be an easy fight. Of that, all were certain. Roderick had you in a headlock and tugged harshly at your hair. "Go on! Cry for help like a helpless damsel in distress." He grinned maliciously. "Vladimir isn't going to save you. No one is going to save you." Something about his words stuck with you, like the sensation of your gut dropping. Vladimir's words came to mind. He said it himself, you treat everyone above yourself and don't want to hurt anyone. How many would give you the same treatment? You had been in this coven long enough to know the answer to that is no one. Stop trying to be nice. He's going to kill you and no one is going to save you. You spent so long fighting the very instinct that would keep you alive and if you didn't let instinct take over now then you were going to die. You kicked at the back of his knee. Roderick buckled as he hadn't expected the blow- not from you. Vladimir leaned forward in his seat which was noticed by Stefan on the other end of the line of leaders as well as his mate beside him. She frowned slightly sharing a glance with Stefan's mate. Vladimir couldn't look away, nor could anyone else at your sudden change, the tables turned quickly. Like something within you snapped, you didn't hesitate to attack with such speed and force that you overpowered Roderick, keeping Vladimir's training and advice at hand. With a hiss you tore off Roderick's head, his body falling to a crumpled heap on the ground. You tossed his head to the side as you fell to your knees with relief. The under-dog victorious.

The crowd roared in excitement and cheers. Some were stunned to silence at the unexpected victor. You looked to the leaders unease but a fire in your eyes that warned anyone about messing with you. The leaders rose to a stand, clapping. Some like Cyrus and Stefan were smirking, others remained stone-faced but clapped regardless. Some were clearly shocked such as Vladimir and Stefan's mates who clapped. None seemed more pleased than Vladimir. Whilst his smile wasn't as wide as others, the look in his eye was one of pride. You lay down breathing an unneeded sigh of relief. You had earned your place and managed to stay alive in the process. For another amount of time, you wouldn't have to find out the consequences of being decapitated. It wasn't known if the end would be exile or flames devouring your body piece by piece. Like many, you hoped to never find out. 

When you were dismissed from the battlegrounds you were stopped by Vladimir's mate. Perhaps fate had other plans than letting you live after all. "You fought well." She didn't let on any emotion beyond her intense rigid stare. "In all honesty, I don't think I did. I got lucky. He didn't expect me to fight back and I can't blame him, because I didn't expect to fight back either." You replied. "Nevertheless, you were victorious and remain with us. You've proven yourself worthy to be here." She countered. "I appreciate the kind words, my lady." You bowed your head. "I understand your desire for my approval." She said bluntly. That was like a kick to the gut in itself. "You need not worry. Despite our heart's desires, you've shown great respect for me. I don't take that lightly." She folded her hands before her. "Of course." You nodded. "I don't want any trouble and I admire your input to the coven. That comes before everything." She nodded, reaching for your shoulder and squeezing it. "You're admirable, (Y/N). That's a divine quality to have for someone so young." "Thank you, my Lady." You bowed your head. "Vladimir will be very proud of your improvements. She looked over your shoulder. "I believe that he's quite eager to tell you that." 

You looked over your shoulder to see Vladimir approaching with a smile.   "At last! I have hope for you yet!" Vladimir clasped his hands under his chin, eyes gleaming with glee. "Just as I was saying, Vladimir." His mate agreed with a small smile of her own. "I believe with some more training that you could climb the ranks fairly easily. Your precision you've shown today is certainly above standard for the lowest rank.” "All in due time, my love, all in due time!" Vladimir replied. "You have impressed us greatly on this day. I would advise you to keep this up." You nodded with a quick bow.  "Don't disappoint me." He warned you before taking his mates arm into his. "Come, we have fresh humans awaiting us." He grinned menacingly at his smirking mate. "Farewell, (Y/N)." Vladimir's mate said as she allowed herself to be tugged by Vladimir. 

All seemed as it should. All was well and then it wasn't. The Volturi's first attack was hard hitting, the Romanian covens numbers dwindled greatly and there were even bigger losses. Stefan was one of many leaders to lose their mates. Vladimir kept his mate close at all times, frightened of losing her too. The coven quickly worked on expanding the coven once more, covering the losses and then some.  However, time ran short. 

The second Volturi attack was swift and it seemed they sought their advantage to be the element of surprise. Fire surrounded you and climbed everything in sight, spreading quickly. Structures collapsed and war continued among the blaze. The Volturi were stupidly brave to approach the castles walls but to everyone's horror, despite being out numbered, the Volturi were holding their own thanks to two small newborn vampires. A boy with his hands and a girl who seemed to cause pain just by the mere glance. The girl could buy the boy some more time and together they had brought a full army to their knees. The others of the rebellion made quick work of the Romanians army as they simply dropped to the ground after touching a black mist coming from the boys hands. The Romanian coven had never seen such a thing and it deemed it as witchcraft. What kind of monsters were these two...? They certainly looked very young but an age couldn't be determined. They looked like they would have been married off by now and raising young but their was something about these two vampires beyond their gifts. They looked like children themselves to an extent. They looked pleased with themselves, the blonde girl more so than the boy. He looked slightly uneasy. However, the two wouldn't go anywhere near where the fire touched. They clearly knew something about vampire life. 

Like many others, you found yourself submerged in rubble. Many were made quick work of before the could escape and what's left of the coven decided to scatter. You quickly pushed your way out of the rubble, fire crawling closer to you. Suddenly you were grabbed and your head snapped to the one who grabbed you. "Get up! Move now!" Vladimir barked at you, dragging you out of the rubble. The second you were stood, you fell to the ground, screaming in agony. Vladimir was stunned for a moment, confused by the action. His gaze darted in ever direction looking for a clue. He found one. The blonde girl was a few hundred yards away, smiling at your agony. Vladimir chose not to attack, much against his instincts and instead grabbed a long plank of wood that was ablaze. He threw it towards the blonde who's expression turned to fright. She shrieked and was gone in an instant as your yells died down. Vladimir tugged at you once again. "Come! We have to go!" He ordered. 

The destination wasn't known, but the idea was to keep running until someone fell off the edge of the earth if need be. When you did stop you asked the dreaded question you didn't think you could stomach the answer. "Where's...where is everyone else?" Vladimir and Stefan turned to you sharply. "Else?" Stefan, repeated icily. "We're all that's left! There is no one else!" He bellowed, anger for the coven he lost and pain for the life he had lost too. Your eyes widened. "No but...there has to be... it can't just be us... what about-?" You cut yourself off quickly as Vladimir leaned upon a tree. His head lowered as he pressed his hands against the tree bark. 

Some of the bark crumbled under the force of his fingers as the man was almost doubled over, his jaw tight and eyes shut. Realisation hit you hard. If Vladimir's mate wasn't with him then that likely meant she didn't make it. You swallowed hard, your eyes darkening by the second to match theirs. Tears would have spilled if your body could produce them. "What happened?" You mumbled brokenly. Vladimir gripped the tree tighter before lashing out in rage and despair for his fallen mate. He punched at the tree until it toppled. "We need to keep moving." Stefan insisted, tugging you forward. "Vladimir." Stefan demanded. "Who the hell are those brats!?" Vladimir demanded, almost feral. "Where did they come from!? I demand to know!" "We can't stay here!" Stefan snapped. "Tăcere!" Vladimir hissed. "She is dead and if we don't keep moving, so are we!" Stefan argued. "If you don't move now I will rip you apart myself and we'll take the pieces with us!" He barred his teeth as the two growled. "Please! Please, stop! We...we need to go! We can't turn on each other!" You pleaded. The two stopped, glaring at each other. "If not for yourself..." Stefan growled out before his hand darted out and yanked you forwards roughly. "Then do it for them. They haven't had a chance to live, do you want their death on your conscience too?" "I will rip out your tongue!" Vladimir threatened. "They are nothing to me!" Stefan retorted icily. "They aren't to you so if you want to keep them alive then you damn well move or rip their head off before the Volturi do it for you!" Vladimir grew quiet, staring at you. "Please..." You begged quietly. "...let's go." After a moment of heavy uncomfortable silence Vladimir muttered lowly. "Nu tu...nu tu." His hand shot out, tugging you from Stefan's grip and pushing you in front of him as he turned. "Move." He ordered quietly, when you tried to look at him. "We're right behind you." Stefan muttered.

Tăcere - Silence Nu tu...nu tu - Not you...not you

[stargazerlillian]

PAIN AND PANIC + CARRYING EACH OTHER

(Don't tag as ship)

[hxney-lemcn]

Unfortunate Circumstances — Kyle Spencer x gn! reader

summary: Reader stumbles upon a situation, and they decide to step in.

tw: brief mention of what happened to Madison, nothing in depth.

a/n: This is a mix of angst and fluff(?). Very bittersweet.

wc: 0.6k

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“What the hell have you done?” I asked in object horror at the sight in front of me.

Kyle Spencer sat cowering in front of me, chained to the wall of our greenhouse. This was so wrong. I didn’t know him that well, we met at a frat party where we talked for a bit. One second we find Madison being sexually assaulted, the next she’s flipping their bus over. So our history wasn’t that deep. Yes, I did slightly mourn for his passing, after all, he was one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. It didn’t help that Zoe did some research and he turned out to be a really selfless person. 

But I was quickly sidetracked by the coven turning into madness. Madison was missing, the council decided to burn Myrtle at the stake, and it was starting to overwhelm me. This was the final piece that broke me. I don’t know whose idea it was to bring him back to life, but they're gonna get an earful. He’s been through so much already, he doesn’t deserve any more. 

“I know this seems messed up,” Zoe spoke up.

“This is messed up,” I cut her off. I glanced at the other witch who I haven’t met before and she shrugged. 

“But you were so sad,” She countered. “And…and I don’t know. Madison offered and you know how pushy she is. I thought it was a good idea at the time…but then he killed his mom, and he’s…”

This entire situation was already exhausting me, but the teary, doe eyed look that Kyle was currently giving me was breaking my heart. I decided to ignore Madison’s body that laid on the table for the sake of my sanity and cautiously walked towards Kyle. He backed up, and I could feel fear, sadness, hurt, pain, and any other negative emotion you could think of radiating off of him. It certainly wasn’t helping my mental health at the moment. I crouched down, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. 

Zoe and the other witch decided to continue what they were doing as I opened my eyes once more. I lifted my hand toward him, palm upward. I felt a pang of guilt course through me, as I would do this to an angry dog or cat, and I didn’t want to treat him as such. But I noticed that his stare went from fearful to confusion. 

“Can I hold your hand?” I asked softly. I was planning on using my power. I could influence a person's emotions with my own, but I have to touch them. This also made me more perceptive of others' feelings. I gave him a smile, to try and make myself seem more trustworthy in his eyes. 

He reached towards me hesitantly, and slowly clasped my hand in his. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the onslaught of tormenting emotions that Kyle was currently feeling and imagined the happiest memories I had. Slowly, I felt lighter, and I knew that meant that Kyle must be as well. I felt small under his gaze, the feelings of awe and wonder filling me now. I went to let go of his hand, but he grew distressed as I tried to move away. 

Which led me to realize I got myself into a prediction. Zoe, the unknown witch, and the newly resurrected Madison left, not even glancing back as they talked. I let out a tired sigh and turned back to Kyle who was gripping my hand like his life depended on it. I began to grow awkward, but made sure our emotional connection was cut off so he wouldn’t feel so as well. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He let out a frustrated grunt, and once again, frustration radiated off of him. 

A sad smile adorned my face and I whispered, “It’s okay, don’t push yourself. I can help you remember how to speak again.”

[zapreportsblog]

*ahem* Yandere Alec & Jane x Reader

Think about it,

When Bella goes to save Edward from the Volturi, Reader comes along to make sure their older sister Bella goes home alive only to make first contact with Jane.

Jane would be the quiet yet protective Yandere type, meaning when Jane first felt the bond she instantly wants the Reader close to her.

As Jane tells Bella, Edward, Alice and Reader to follow her with Felix and Demitri behind them(of course Jane makes sure to hold on to the Readers wrist lightly but strong enough)

Soon the group is in the throne room, Alec soon feels the same type of bond just like Jane and looks at Reader with hungry eyes.

Alex is the type of yandere that gets jealous easily and just wants to keep the reader locked up in a room.

Soon both siblings are on each of the readers side being protective and clingy, holding onto their hand and arms for recurrence and security.

Of course the reader is not used to it and gets freaked out and tries to get close to their older sister Bella, Bella doing the same thing by trying to reach out to the reader.

But the reader gets pulled back from Bella and has been forced to stay by the Volturi and the siblings FOREVER.

Ah yes now you’re talking my love language, who doesn’t just love them an unhinged partner

❝forced to stay❞

✭ pairing : yandere jane volturi x reader x yandere alec volturi

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : the moment she made a contact with the twins she should’ve known that her fate was sealed 

✭ authors note : I don’t know what it is about having a unhinged partner, but I find it oddly romantic . Like for an example I have been dating my current boyfriend for almost a year now and only recently I would say a couple of months back. He told me that he was going to look up my location and come to my house after I did not respond to him for the first few days of us talking, we were not dating in the beginning, obviously so the fact that this man was going to somehow get access to my location whew gurl, this man got me down bad 

✭ twilight masterlist

The evening had settled in, casting long shadows as Bella Swan sat in her room, her thoughts consumed by worry for Edward. She had barely spoken to him since he left, and the emptiness was overwhelming. Just then, a light knock on her window startled her, and she turned to find Alice Cullen perched on the windowsill, her golden eyes filled with urgency.

"Bella," Alice began, her voice laced with concern, "we need to talk."

Bella's heart raced as she sat up straighter. "What is it, Alice?"

"It's Edward," Alice said, her voice steady yet grave. "He's planning to expose himself to humans—to reveal his true nature—in order to provoke the Volturi into killing him."

The words struck Bella like a physical blow. Her mind raced, unable to comprehend what she had just heard. "No, he can't be serious," Bella whispered, her voice trembling.

Alice's expression was somber. "He believes it's the only way to keep you and your family safe from the Volturi's attention."

Tears welled in Bella's eyes as the gravity of the situation settled in. "I have to stop him," she said, her voice determined.

Alice nodded in agreement. "I'm coming with you."

As Bella stood, her gaze locked onto the window, and she realized that someone else was listening. Turning, she saw her younger sister, (y/n), standing at the door, her expression a mix of concern and determination.

"(Y/n), what are you doing here?" Bella asked, surprised yet touched by her sister's presence.

"I heard everything," (y/n) replied, her voice steady. "And I'm coming too."

Bella's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and worry. "(Y/n), this is dangerous. I can't let you get involved."

(Y/n) stepped forward, her eyes unwavering. "Bella, you're my sister. I can't just sit back while you face this alone."

Alice's lips curled into a small smile. "She's right, Bella. We're all in this together."

Bella hesitated, torn between her protective instincts and the realization that her family's bond was unbreakable. Finally, she nodded. "Fine, you can come. But promise me you'll stay close and follow my lead."

(Y/n) nodded, determination gleaming in her eyes. "I promise."

With the decision made, the three of them exchanged a look that held a mixture of worry and resolve. The bond between sisters ran deep, and their determination to protect each other was unyielding.

As they stepped out of the house, ready to face the perilous journey ahead, Bella knew that no matter what challenges they encountered, they would face them together. The unbreakable bond between sisters would guide them through the darkness, giving them the strength to save the ones they loved, even if it meant facing the Volturi themselves.

As Bella, Alice, and (y/n) approached the Volturi chamber, a tense atmosphere hung in the air. Shadows danced across the walls, and the weight of their purpose settled heavily upon them. Just as they were about to enter, a trio of figures appeared, drawing their attention.

Jane, Demetri, and Felix materialized before them, their presence both unsettling and foreboding. (Y/n) sensed the intensity of the situation, her instincts on high alert. Her gaze locked with Jane's, and a strange shiver ran down her spine. Unbeknownst to her, Jane's connection to (y/n) ran deep, fueled by the intense bond of mates.

Demetri's voice cut through the air, his tone respectful yet firm. "The kings are awaiting your presence. Follow us."

Bella exchanged a wary glance with Alice, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. With a nod, they followed Demetri and Felix, their steps echoing in the dimly lit corridor. The tension was palpable, and (y/n)'s heart raced as they moved closer to their destination.

As they entered the chamber, (y/n) felt a shiver run down her spine once more. The Volturi kings sat upon their thrones, exuding an air of authority and power. Aro, Caius, and Marcus regarded them with interest, their eyes glinting with curiosity as they took in the unexpected guests.

"(Y/n) Swan and Bella Swan," Aro's voice rang out, his tone laced with intrigue. "A pleasure to have you with us."

(Y/n)'s and her sister Bella’s eyes widened, taken aback by Aro's direct acknowledgment of her presence. They offered a tentative nod, voices momentarily caught in their throat.

“So tell me, why have you come here? Why do two humans and one vampire stand before us?” Aro questions obviously amused with the whole situation. 

As the conversation with the Volturi kings continued, (y/n) felt a strange sensation wash over her. The intensity of Alec's gaze upon her didn't go unnoticed. Unbeknownst to her, the same bond that had sparked between her and Jane had also formed with Alec, albeit with different implications.

Alec's eyes, hungry and possessive, trailed over (y/n) as if she were the only thing in the room. An invisible thread connected them, a connection that (y/n) couldn't comprehend. Her heart quickened under his gaze, an unfamiliar heat blooming within her.

As the conversation continued, (y/n) found herself shifting uncomfortably under the weight of Alec's gaze, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach. Soon before she knew it Alec and Jane were standing before her, they clinged to her every being allowing no room for others to touch or even get near her.

Their presence was suffocating .

(Y/n)'s world had become a whirlwind of confusion and unease. She felt like a puppet, caught between the possessive affections of Alec and Jane on one side and the protective concern of Bella on the other. It was suffocating, overwhelming, and completely foreign to her.

As (y/n) attempted to navigate through the tense atmosphere, her heart rate quickened. Alec and Jane were by her side, their grip on her hand and arms feeling like a constant reminder of their presence. The clinginess and possessiveness made her uncomfortable, and she found herself longing for a moment of solitude.

Bella's attempts to reach out to her were a lifeline in this sea of intensity. She wanted to cling to her sister, the familiar bond between them offering a semblance of normalcy. But every time she tried to get closer to Bella, Alec and Jane would pull her back, their possessive gestures preventing her from seeking comfort in her older sister's arms.

Torn between the conflicting desires of those around her, (y/n) felt trapped. She wanted to be with Bella, to find solace in her sister's embrace, but Alec and Jane's hold on her was unyielding.

Then, the announcement from Marcus changed everything. His words echoed in the chamber, declaring that (y/n) was Alec and Jane's mate. The shock and realization of what that meant sent tremors through her. It was a bond she didn't understand, a connection that both terrified and intrigued her.

As the truth sank in, the weight of her circumstances settled on her shoulders. Aro, always the master manipulator, took advantage of the situation. He presented Bella and Alice with an unfair deal, Edward's life in exchange for (y/n)'s captivity among the Volturi.

The decision was left to (y/n), and despite the unease and discomfort, she found herself speaking up. "Agree to the deal," she told Bella and Alice, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "I'll be fine. You have to save Edward."

It was a sacrifice that she never thought she would have to make, but (y/n) was determined to protect her loved ones, no matter the cost. As the deal was settled, (y/n) felt a mixture of fear and determination coursing through her veins. Her life had taken an unexpected turn, and now she had to face an uncertain future, bound to two yandere vampires who held an inexplicable claim over her heart and soul.

[practically-an-x-man]

Sunshine (Kyle x Jasper)

Summary: a few gentle moments lead to Kyle regaining what he'd lost.

Tags: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of necromancy

Word Count: 2.4k

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He lost his sunshine when he came back. After all, how could he find that warmth within himself after everything he'd been through? After seeing the depths of Hell with his own two eyes? After being plucked from that, stitched back together, scarred over, the way he had?

Jasper always called it his sunshine - golden light, warmth, comfort, endlessly radiating. And he knew it comforted them, he knew it made those bad days a little better, but somewhere in the cold and the dark he'd lost it. Possibly for good.

It wasn't so much an overcast day as it was total nuclear fallout. The smog was impenetrable.

Or so he thought.

The first flicker returned quickly enough.

He was in bed. It had only been weeks - two or three, though time was difficult for him then - since he'd been thrown back into his life like a fastball to a baseball glove. He hadn't quite found speech yet. Coordination came and went. He could've sworn he could still smell the sulfurous fires of Hell lingering on his skin.

And Jasper, somehow, still laid beside him. They'd been asleep for hours now, as if nothing had ever changed. Kyle couldn't even bring himself to close his eyes. He couldn't surrender to the nightmares, not now.

He wondered how they could lay beside him, to stay so close when he could still smell the acrid scent of rubbing alcohol and formaldehyde all around him, the smoky perfume of purgatory clouding his lungs with every breath. Maybe it was a memory. Maybe it was all in his head. But he couldn't seem to wash the smell away.

He wasn't warm like he used to be. He still felt half-dead, perpetually cold no matter what he tried. That was the first time he realized he'd lost his sunshine. That was the first time he realized how much it once had warmed him.

Jasper didn't seem to notice. They lay just beside him, pressed to his side as they always had before, as if they didn't notice the way his chest was too slim and his hands were too broad and the heart that beat in his chest wasn't his own. As if they didn't notice the hellfire-stink on his skin, the necrosis-chill instead of his usual warmth.

All at once, he found himself flooded with guilt. And so Kyle tried to slip away, at least as much as he could before his uncoordinated limbs sent him tumbling off the bed.

"Mm. No." Jasper mumbled, breaking the silence of the room and sleepily pulling themself back against his body, "Stay. You're warm."

He froze in place, glancing down at them as they settled back in against his chest. They were already asleep, if they'd ever really woken up to begin with. His heart was pounding in his chest like it was the first time they'd ever pressed this close.

Tentatively, carefully, he let his arm fall around their back. Jasper turned their face against his chest with a deep, contented sigh.

And the sun peeked out from behind the clouds.

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The next shift came only a week or so later. He'd found a few more words in that time - after all, his mind was still painfully intact despite all he'd gone through, and there wasn't much else to do on those long days but try to find himself again.

Jasper had brought him an AAC board. As soon as Kyle got past his own pride about using it, he'd admit that it helped. At the very least, it saved him from stumbling and stammering for words that weren't ever going to spring free. And they'd promised him, time and time again, that he didn't need to force himself to speak. Communication with the board was still communication. It was all the same at the end of the day.

But in those long days, when Jasper was off at their classes and the witches were... well... doing whatever they did during the day, when Kyle was left alone? He practiced. He didn't need to get back to where he was. But he wanted to. He was tired of feeling like Frankenstein's monster, shambling along and groaning.

So he practiced. For hours, he practiced. There were a few words he needed to get back under his tongue.

The door closed with a bang, and Jasper's footsteps danced up the staircase in a flurry of motion. He knew it was them from the very first step. Nobody moved quite like they did. He found himself smiling before they even reached the door.

"Hey, babe," they said, looking tired but smiling at him as they entered the room, "Doing okay today?"

He nodded, working to loosen his tongue from the roof of his mouth. It still infuriated him, how hard it was to find words these days. It used to be so effortless. He'd taken it for granted.

He stretched to grab his AAC board from where it lay on the bed behind it, and Jasper made their way to his side to watch as he pointed to a few of the symbols.

How... work?

"Fine. Tiring. It's all that summer dehydration, y'know? Can't count the amount of IV's I had to put in today." Jasper muttered, sliding onto the edge of the bed and kicking their shoes to the corner of the room, "And I have a bout tonight."

"Mm. Tuesday." he mumbled in agreement. Jasper nodded.

"Yeah. Oh- hey, d'you want to come? Get out of the house for a while?" they asked, the idea striking them like a bolt of lightning, "We're up against one of the smaller leagues, so it shouldn't be too crowded there."

He thought on that one for a minute, but eventually shook his head with a low sigh. Jasper frowned, tucking their legs under them as they slid a little further onto the bed. They reached out, resting their hand lightly on his forearm.

"The others know what's going on. At least... they know enough. I'll find a chair for you, right up front." they promised, looking up at him with empathetic eyes, "If you want to go, we can make it work. I'll put everything together."

Again, he considered it. But again he shook his head. He didn't know if he was ready to be out in public again. Especially after what happened the last time. He didn't trust this new anger festering inside him.

"Alright," Jasper said, though their voice was sad. After a moment, they seemed to brighten a little and leaned into his side, "Anyway, I definitely need a nap or I'm gonna fall asleep on my skates. Wanna lay down for a bit?"

That, he could agree with. He slid back on the bed, giving Jasper room to take their usual place against his side.

"Ugh, hang on, I'm not sleeping in a binder," they muttered, taking a moment to wriggle out of the garment before curling up beside him. Kyle kept himself still until they made themself comfortable, not wanting to jostle them with his uncooperative limbs.

"Jazz?" he mumbled, praying his tongue would cooperate with him. Just once. Just for a few more words.

"Hm?"

"I love you."

He wanted to say more than that. He had paragraphs, pages, whole encyclopedias of words for them. He had monologues of affection that he couldn't bring himself to say, essays and theses and declarations of gratitude for how they'd stayed with him, how they'd helped him, everything they'd done for him. But he knew his tongue would freeze up again if he tried. He was forced to make do with this.

"I... I love you too." Jasper's voice was choked, breath hitching as if they were holding back tears. He hadn't been able to say those words since he returned, though he knew they could feel every ripple of affection that coursed through him at just the sight of them.

And as they leaned over and caught his lips in a kiss, he caught another sight of the sun.

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Time passed. He found more words, both on his own and with the magical aid of the witches. Gradually he settled back into himself, and those lingering clouds began to drift away. If it weren't for the scars, or the way his words still fled when he got flustered, it was as if he'd never he'd never been through the horrors of his past.

But he still hadn't quite found his sunshine. The clouds came and went, but there still remained those lingering shadows hanging over him. And he'd stay there, some part of him still trapped in his mind, and wonder about how to regain those final missing pieces. Life was good, wasn't it? What else was there left to do?

He sat on the edge of his bed, indiscriminately smearing ointment on his scars. Most days, he did it twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. Any less, and they got maddeningly itchy - itches he couldn't scratch, of course, knowing the scars were about the only thing holding him together. When he began with the ritual, he'd been careful about it: covering every patch of scar tissue, rubbing it in until the cream vanished, diligently inspecting the skin to make sure it wasn't broken or cracked or infected.

Now he hardly cared. What had begun as a dedicated fifteen minutes was now a careless four-and-a-half, slapping on the ointment almost roughly and calling it good enough because he couldn't stand to focus on the scars any longer than that. He'd been careful in the beginning because he'd thought they would fade, that being diligent now meant one day he could relieve himself of this little habit.

But they hadn't faded. Not enough. He could still count every rough stitch in his skin, and he figured he always would. They'd stay this way, raised and pink and all too obvious, until he died- again.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Jasper until her hands were wrapped around his own, taking the little tub of lotion from him.

"It's fine. I've got it." he muttered automatically, already reaching to reclaim the tin. He wanted this over with. Two more minutes, and he could move on to something less painful.

"You're miserable."

"Not fair, Jazz." Kyle sighed, sure she'd simply peered into the tangle of emotion swirling inside him. Jasper shrugged.

"I don't need this," she said, tapping her chest to indicate that strange empathic sense of hers, "I can see it on your face. Y'know, like any normal person."

That startled a laugh out of him, a small one, and Jasper smiled as she sat down behind him.

The first touch almost startled him, cold lotion against the back of his neck. That, of all the scars, was his least favorite. It was so... inhuman. Reattached limbs were one thing - rare, yes, but Jasper had assured him more than once that she'd seen it happen. And she'd said, just as frequently, that there were surgeries that could leave scars like the one on his neck - tracheal, laryngeal, she'd even shown him pictures. But those scars didn't go all the way around. And nobody survived decapitation.

Jasper's fingers were gentle, moving in smooth and comforting circles as she rubbed the lotion into his skin. She ran her thumbs along the base of his shoulders, pressing in firmly like she was giving him a massage. Just for a moment, basking in the touch, it was easy to forget about the scars. Kyle shut his eyes and leaned into the touch.

When she'd finished with the area around his neck, she wordlessly shifted her grip to his arm and began working at the scars around his shoulder instead. Her fingers migrated a bit, gentle around the scars but pressing more firmly against the muscles of his back. He hadn't realized how many knots had accumulated there.

Kyle found himself continuing to soften into the touch, until he was practically propped against Jasper's body where she sat behind him. He could feel her shoulders hitch as she laughed, pleasantly amused at his reaction. Another moment, and she'd turned her head to kiss his neck, just under his jaw.

"Y'know..." Jasper murmured, trailing her fingers over that scar on his shoulder, "I think it's kinda sexy. Kinda rugged."

"Really?" he asked, a bit too much of his disbelief bleeding into his voice. Even if it hadn't, he was sure she could feel it radiating from him all the same.

"Mm-hm." she agreed with a hum, "Would've driven me nuts if I was still in my emo phase."

"Did you ever really leave?" he teased, pointedly flicking his eyes down her brightly-dyed buzz cut, her multitude of tattoos, the new nose ring she'd gotten the week prior.

"Shut up." Jasper huffed, though she was stifling laughter, "Now I'm punk, there's a difference."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Get it right." she told him, prodding him jokingly in the shoulder, "Seriously, I expected better from you."

"Alright, alright, I'll go revisit the notes." he drawled, dragging the words out with an exaggerated sigh. Jasper giggled, dropping her forehead against his back and weaving her arms around his waist.

It was that, the sound of her laughter, the feel of her arms around him, poking fun at each other like they always had, that finally scared off those last lingering clouds. Sunlight bloomed, full and unimpeded, for the first time in nearly a year.

Jasper felt it as much as he did. As that warmth spread, the chill finally chased from his skin, she let out a slow breath and melted against his body. He could feel her breaths, deep and content, brushing over the skin of his back.

"Did you do that?" he found himself asking. It wouldn't be the first time she'd woven those strings of emotion within him. Some nights he still needed her to bring him calm before bed, or he'd never escape the nightmares. And it was Jasper who'd untangled that knot of anger that had settled in when he first came back. He assumed this was another one of those, her trying to mend what had been broken and eroded within him.

But she shook her head, the edges of her buzz cut faintly prickling at his skin.

"All you, babe." she mumbled, sounding more relaxed than he'd heard her in months. She gave him a little squeeze, arms tightening around his waist.

"I missed that sunshine."

[wingsyliveblogs]

there she goes

Inner Willow really said YEET

So, this must be Amity’s room... or at least, what it looked like when she was younger. There’s an Emperor’s Coven banner on the wall, some assorted pictures, books, and some balloons - again, I’m guessing this incident took place during her birthday.

Hey, those are the exact words I used! I guess I was right on the money with that one. 

Inner Willow’s anger should be directed towards Amity, and it is to some extent, but mostly she’s just directing it inward at herself. It’s pretty self-destructive - Willow just keeps hurting herself more and more, and it’s all because Amity hurt her first.

But I do wonder: did this really “start” when Amity burned the memory, or when the memory was first formed..? 

So, we’re about to find out the incident at the root of all this, and learn what Amity did to end her friendship with Willow. However, given that it is getting a bit late, I will employ an immense amount of self-restraint and call it here for the night! I’ll resume tomorrow as soon as I possibly can because oh my god it’s finally happening.

For now, goodnight!

[kittenwalker]

omg u should do a frankenkyle fic where the reader is comforting him during a thunderstorm at night :(

notes : a very sweet and fluffy oneshot with the cuteness overload kyle spencer. Also sorry for the unnecessary long intro 😭 Hope you have a lovely day and remember you always matter. Enjoyyy :)

Y/n was the fifth and newest addition in this academy, competing to be supreme. She got sent here a month ago so, it was true that the other four girls had more advantages than her. But just because she was here later than the others doesn’t mean she is weak. Y/n is just as powerful or even more powerful than some of the girls. She already knew what she was capable of when she was 17 which was two years ago, before she even got here. Y/n just didn’t want to tell anyone because she thought she would get judged about or bullied for. She had no one to talk to about this matter and understand her struggle. So she just taught herself how to manipulate and control her own powers. Along the way she of course got more powerful and stronger but that’s how she got caught being a witch, she was too careless.

Y/n was so angry at her mother that she accidentally lit her curtains on fire. The incident shocked both of them and her mother immediately sent her away. Y/n was devastated to move away, she thought she was going to some psych wards or juvenile but she ended up here. Y/n was quite nervous when she arrived but she warmed up with all the witches and now she’s happier here than where she was 2 years ago. She found her people, where it was normal to use her magic. 

It wasn’t just the four witches she warmed up too, there was Kyle too. The sweet butler that worked around in the coven. The boy who also always got bossed around, cleaning up other people’s mess, serving them and other terrible things. As much as Y/n loved Madison she was way too cruel to Kyle. So she decided to help him out a little, like playing some games with him and keeping him company. Though he also had this stuttering problem which Y/n soon found out why as he opened up with her. God did it hurt Y/n when hearing about his past, his mother, his death and new life. Everything was terrible in his life but he still had such a big dream to become an engineer. 

Y/n tried making his life better by doing everything with him, being there for him. And it did work, Kyle smiled more and looked more cheerful. He just needed a person to accompany him and listen to him at all times. Y/n adored him and Kyle adored her, they are great for each other and they soon indeed became a thing.

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Staying up late as always to study and strengthen her powers as the days were counting down to the 7 wonders test. Thankfully, she had the privilege of having her own room so she wouldn’t need to bother anyone.

 Y/n had to ace this assessment in order to be supreme, so she sacrificed every hour of her time to study and get better.  Even Cordelia is counting on her to be the next supreme and Y/n certainly didn’t want to let her down. 

It was about 1.36 am and there was a thunderstorm happening tonight. The wind was so strong that it sucked open her windows and the thunder roared very loud, but she always did enjoy the presence of rain. The smell of it and the comforting feeling it gives off, so she didn’t mind it at all.

But a little someone was the opposite, he was terrified of the rain. The booming of the thunder and the striking brightness of the lighting were all scary to Kyle. He could never sleep when it rains in the middle of the night. He always thinks some monster is going to come up and eat him alive so he puts a pillow over his head and huddles himself in blankets to hide whatever was coming for him. Hoping to sleep it off and forget about it, but tonight wasn’t the case. No matter how much he tossed and turned, he couldn’t fall asleep. So he had only one other solution.

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Y/n stared and stared at the pages, trying to understand what the words meant. Her mind was so clouded with finding out the meaning she didn’t even notice that someone had entered her room. “ Y/n? ” A soft spoken Kyle called out, shaking up the distracted Y/n. “ Kyle, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping? ” Kyle made a guilty face and pointed to her window, indicating the storm brewing bigger outside. Y/n quickly understood where he was coming from and shifted herself to the side of the window so he could have space to join her, not needing to be beside his fear as well. 

She patted the soft cushion and smiled at Kyle as he ran towards her. Tucking his feet into the mountain of blankets in her bed. He pulled the blanket up to his face and cuddled with it, digging his head into Y/n’s chest as he closed his eyes, whispering a thank you. “ You need the candles to be blown out? ” Kyle quickly opened his eyes and shook his head, making an angry pout. “ I know h-how important… t-this test is, y-you n-need to s-study. ” Such a sweet soul, potentially sacrificing his sleep so she could continue her revision. Y/n softly smiled and pecked his lips before going back to her spell book.

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2.23 am, Y/n eyes were starting to droop and the words on the pages were starting to blur. She was about to fall asleep soon but had to jot down a few more notes. Gathering the last bits of her energy, she wrote down some helpful notes for her to not make the same mistakes. As tired as she was, her guard was never down and she felt a pair of eyes staring at her. Turning to her left, she caught a dazed out Kyle still awake, admiring her. “ Mr Spencer, why aren’t you asleep? It’s almost 3 am ” Y/n sternly whispered. Though getting caught, he didn’t stop looking, his eyes glistening with love as he gazed at every inch of her face. “ P-pretty ” He mumbled softly. 

Y/n’s eyes widened subtly, crimson red coating her cheeks. She could never get used to compliments or the fact that she is in a relationship. Never knew she was that kind to commit to one, being top is all that got her attention, not boys. 

Kyle kept on drooling all over her, studying the beauty of her face. Y/n on the other hand stared into his brown eyes as they trailed all over her face. The moment was beautiful, looking like it came out of a movie from a third person’s view. Their eyes filled with fondness and adoration for each other. God this is true love right here, just like the olden days, true old love that is rare these days. But like every romantic moment in movies, it gets interrupted. 

A huge blinding lighting shot through the sky, followed by a loud booming thunder. Kyle scurried under the blankets and pressed his head against her belly. Afraid of what’s out there trying to catch him and take him away. Poor Kyle was all shaken up, Y/n could hear how fast his breathing was and see how fast his chest was rising. To be completely honest, the loud thunder also kinda scared Y/n a bit. But she has to be the bigger person in the situation now, Kyle is more in need of comfort. 

“ Kyle it’s alright, it was just a little thunder. I’m here, no one is going to capture you because they’ll have to go through me to get to you and I’m very strong! ” Y/n assured him in a light-hearted tone. After hearing her promise, Kyle slowly lifted the blanket off of his head, peeking to see if there were any monsters. Y/n helped him to get out of the puddle of blankets and hugged him close. Y/n realised he was shaking and rocked him back and forth while she played with his hair. 

Y/n cupped Kyle’s face and frowned when she saw his unsettled expression. She used the pads of both her thumbs and swiped it over his cheeks, giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose. Kyle still didn’t seem fine so Y/n needed an idea. Her eyes wandered around to find something to lighten up his mood. 

A light bulb lit up in her head and she broke the embrace to grab something from under her bed. She had a collection of stuffed toys in a box and they were all so special to her, they were all her childhood toys and she kept them for nostalgia. They each had a meaning, a lion which represented bravery and loyalty. Y/n used to talk to the lion when she was upset, sharing all her problems with him. Then there was also a dinosaur, it’s job was to protect. When she was scared, she would cuddle up with her dino and it would wash away her fears. Lastly there was a cat, whenever Y/n was angry she would take her anger out on it. Punch it, shout at it everything, yea a little violent but it worked without hurting anyone.

Thinking she would share her little trio with Kyle, she picked out the dinosaur for him. Kyle looked at her, confused. Y/n handed him the cute dino and explained how it could help him and how he could use it. By the end of the explanation, Kyle had a sweet smile on his face, grinning cheekily at his new friend. 

“ So, what are you gonna name your new buddy? ” Y/n smiled while sweeping a piece of his hair out of the way, glad that her plan worked. “ Bo-b ” Y/n chuckled at his cuteness and checked the time, ‘ oh no it’s 3.46 am '. She looked back at Kyle who was still in a daze with his new gift, while he was distracted, she fluffed up her pillows and spreaded out all her messed up blankets. After everything was perfect, she pulled Kyle into her arms and adjusted their position so they were laying down now, ready to sleep. 

With a flick of her wrist, all the candles were blown out, leaving them in a room of darkness. The thunderstorm has also settled down into a drizzle, making it more relaxing than scary. “ Goodnight Kyle, also remember you’ll have to protect Bob from getting dirty as well alright? ” Y/n mumbled in a sleepy tone and felt his head nod in her neck, making her hum in response. Y/n made sure Kyle felt safe and pushed his head deeper into her neck as she cuddled him up. She kissed his mop of hair and whispered, “ I love you Kyle ” “ I lo-ove you Y/n ” Kyle replied back in a half-asleep tone. Falling asleep sweetly in each other's arms and comfort.

[simpfordemetri]

Please(Amun X Human mate)

I wanted to write an Amun imagine so here it is💌.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you are mate?Not her!Why can't you understand that?"Amun shouted,finally loosing it.

You knew Kebi and him were together,they weren't mates,but decided to be together to not spend an eternity alone until they found their mates,it was just physical attraction.

"No!Don't come at me,you and her have been together for millennials,and you expect me to be here seeing how wou still appreciate her?Why should I think you really love me?"You fighted back.You were sure he will never cheat on you,but for some reason your jealousy have been on top of the clouds these days,Benjamin told you memories about when Amun and Kebi were together,and you couldn't take it.

You get along with Kebi really well,and you seemed to not have any problem with her,it was honest to say either you could understand your temperament.

-"Don't you understand the mate bond?I have been waiting years,centuries for you,we just comforted each other.You sound totally immature.I can't continue hearing how you are capable of accusing me of not love you"Amun said as he leaves the room

The next hours you spend them looking at the wall,in your own silence,feeling like a complete stupid, he has shown you how much he loves you and waited for you many times,and just for your jealousy you were scared you could loose him now.

"You won't loose me my love"It seems like your thoughts weren't quiet,and you say it out.Amun hugged you from behind,entering his face on your neck,smelling your scent as he leaves a kiss.

You turned to look at him,softly,and you wasted no time to kiss him,"I'm sorry,I absolutely know how the mate bond works,I feel dumb for letting my feelings show in that way,and not talking things in the correct way with you.I love you so much,even if sometimes it's doesn't seem like it."You said,cupping his face, foreheads together,"Please,never again doubt my love for you,darling"He said,connecting your lips in a passionate kiss as he pulls you onto his lap.

[perhapstheyregone]

I know I'm being irrational.

I know that I'm just grasping straws.

I remember the first time I heard his name,

It's a common name, and he only vaguely resembles him.

And yet, It's like every time I see him,

He looks a little bit more like him.

I remember how he'd talk for hours about everything under the sun,

And I'd listen each time.

Things were different back then. We both were.

I remember you talking about someone, a messiah,

Jesus of Nazerath. An unique human, thats for sure that one. Didn't quite see the familial relation though.

you were always so starstruck with his miracles. I always wondered how'd react if you knew what I was.

Would you even believe me? You were always so stubborn, yet so eager to learn...

a trait you seen to have carried with you...

I'm being a fool.

Things are different now.

You're different now.

"It just lines up too well to be a coincidence!" Everything has changed.

I can't keep holding onto the past. It's not the same.

Sigh, I have to go talk to the kid. The current one. Not the- I'm not finishing that thought.

Thomas is a common name.

Humans often look alike.

Being eager isn't a rarity.

And yet...

I can't help,

But feel like,

Nothing

Has changed

At All.

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fin