#gonna stop this now before I do more damage in my tags

[can-of-slorgs]

I'm personally blaming @starbiology and everyone who has reblogged or commented the other piece for this.

Bonus comic featuring my grundo:

[viulus]

I just finished the Big Encounter tm in Disco Elysium, and... Jesus fucking christ, man

[unoislazy]

Question, What Question? (Part 2)

Hiccup Haddock x Reader

Summary: You and Hiccup go out to figure out where that smokes coming from. You decide to return back to Berk to tell Stoick what you saw. However, Stoick had other plans in mind.

No warnings

Just fairly short.

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You and Hiccup neared the large plume of smoke, both having no idea what it could be, and your concern growing. Once you had neared the fire, you saw what looked to be a broken up fort with large pieces of ice staggered throughout it.

You stared at the massive amounts of damage and immediately went to turn around,

“Not my circus, not my monkeys.” You said only for Hiccup to pop back up in front of you.

“Come on, let’s just check it out, what’s the worst that could-“

“Do not finish that sentence.” You warned, sending a glare his way. The last thing you needed right now was for him to jinx anything. Hiccup continued to stare at you pleadingly, not giving up on the topic before you sighed, finally agreeing to tag along as he went over to explore.

“What do you think could have done all this?” Hiccup asked, not taking his eyes off the teal ice structure before him.

“How would I know, you're the dragon guy.” You answered sarcastically to which Hiccup rolled his eyes and responded,

“Well… no Fishlegs would be the dragon guy. I’m more of a… dragon tamer.”

“Dragon guy, dragon tamer, dragon master, does any of that truly matter right now?”

“Yeah, Well the distinction is very important the dragon g-“ Before Hiccup could say anything else you had noticed trappers on deck of the dismantled fort below, aiming right at him.

“Hiccup, look out!” You shouted, trying to help block the netting that was sent his way, and instead you had gotten your own dragon caught. Your dragon was heading straight for the ground, and you could barely hang on as it was falling a lot faster than you were. You very quickly lost a hold of the leather pieces you used to steer it and you were sent flying into the air.

You screamed as you continued to plummet towards the ground but thankfully Toothless was able to catch you safely. You all quickly made your way down to the deck with the dragon trappers, attempting to run over to free your dragon, only to be stopped by the men who now surrounded you.

“Give me back my dragon!” You shouted, as a very muscular man walked over, gazing at your dragon with interest and a gloating smile. You weren’t gonna lie, he would’ve been a bit more attractive had he not just placed his entire foot on your dragon's face.

“Now what good would that do me?” He asked rhetorically, smirking as he finally looked towards you and Hiccup, realizing you were accompanied by a Night Fury.

“Well soil my britches, that there’s a Night Fury.” He stated, pointing his knife towards Toothless.

“Good job, you can see, now can I get my dragon back?” You asked, clearly not wanting to take no for an answer.

“Sorry love, no can do. Not after your friend from last night blew this place to bits. This dragon now belongs to Drago Bludvist.” The man claimed. You sneered at the mocking pet name he had given you, not even noticing the name he had mentioned.

“Drago who now? Does anything you say make sense?” Hiccup asked jokingly, gesturing dramatically with his arms and shoulders as he looked back at you.

“You think we did this? What kind of creature is even capable of this?” You asked, astonished that someone could even think to blame you for such a massive feat.

“Who even are you?” Hiccup asked, trying to figure out what was going on because at the moment you both were just an entire bundle of confusion and questions and this conversation was not helping.

“Where are my manners? I'm Eret, son of Eret.” He introduced, but you stopped paying attention to everything else he was saying as you watched his movements. You noticed as his eyes darted to somewhere just behind you, his hand pointing directly at you.

“Uh Hiccup… we might want to-“ you began to whisper to him,

“Way ahead of you.” He whispered back, backing up.

“You’re Eret, this is Toothless, and we’re leaving!” Hiccup said in a joking manner, hopping on Toothless, “Now!” He shouted, signaling Toothless to shoot a blast at the ice ledge just above the trappers, safely freeing your dragon whom you hopped on right away and rode off.

“What was that all about?” You asked, not really expecting an answer from Hiccup who seemed pretty lost in thought. You decided to just drop the conversation and let him think through whatever he was thinking about at that point.

You both made your way back to Berk, landing in front of the Forge with a multitude of people cheering that Hiccup had returned.

“Ah, the Pride of Berk!” Stoick cheered as he saw Hiccup, then he looked over and noticed that you were with him. His mind was clearly on a different topic than you two as he quickly asked,

“So… how did it go?”

You looked towards the man confused.

“How did what go?” You asked, there was no way he could’ve known about your encounter yet, and even if he did he would’ve known it didn’t go all that well.

“You know… the question? What did you say?” He asked jovially. One could almost compare him to a very intimidating red headed Santa Claus.

“What… question?” You asked, turning to Hiccup who seemed to just realize what Stoick was talking about.

“I- Dad, I haven’t asked it yet.” Hiccup butted in through a very clenched smile, he was clearly keeping something from you and it would be wrong to not want to know what it was at this point. You could make assumptions but most of the options you had in mind you didn’t want to jump to on the high chance you would just be getting your hopes up.

“Hiccup, if you’re going to be Chief you need to-“ Stoick began only to be cut off by Hiccup yet again.

“Dad, that’s not the focus here. I'm trying to tell you about something that happened. It’s really important.” He said, trying to deter his father from continuing the conversation.

“Well this is important too, son. If you’re to lead, you should lead with someone by your side.” Stoick laughed, pushing Hiccup into you in a very well meaning way. Hiccup was clearly very flustered by this conversation, but you were still a few steps behind.

“Dad I don’t think-“ Hiccup began only to be cut off by you,

“Is that… is your question what I think it is? Is that the question you were going to ask? You want me to-“ You began, only for Hiccup to cut you off instead.

“Listen, we can talk this out later… preferably with less people around. This is not how I wanted you to find out.” Hiccup sighed, dragging his hands down his face as he groaned, clearly stressed about the current situation. You stood still as Hiccup followed his dad into the forge, explaining what you both had encountered but you simply watched, unmoving, as if you were in a trance.

Was he going to ask…

To marry you???

[romanstheory]

Lose My Breath a Roman Reigns One Shot

Warnings: smut, language, violence (not between mc's), breath play

Word Count: 2,300

Four Weeks Ago

Watching the monitor my heart sinks to my stomach. The look on Solo's face when Paul Heyman says he's not his tribal chief. Fuck! I have to do something! My last run-in with the bloodline wasn't amazing, Solo being Roman's bitch at the time put me through a table. But none of that matters, Paul has been a father figure to me ever since I got to this company, coaching me, encouraging me, and pushing me the entire time. I can't allow this to happen even if it means having Jacob and the Tongans rip me apart for doing it... I have to try.

I take in a deep breath and run through the curtain, the crowd roars in response. The bloodline's heads whip towards me, my heart pounds out of my chest as Tama runs toward me. Quickly I hit him, knocking him to the ground, then came Tonga, and a quick kick takes him down. Jacob looks at me and I swear my heart stops for more than a few seconds, but he doesn't approach me. Instead Solo approaches me, barking insults at me. Before he can finish I start attacking him, Paul catching his breath on the ground before Solo hits the ground and I grab Paul quickly. Jacob doesn't so much as look at me before rushing to Solo's side. "You're okay" I whisper to Paul "I got you... You're okay".

Summerslam is here... I've found myself in a one vs two handicap match with Solo and Jacob Fatu. I've fought men my entire career but this... This is different. I pace back and fourth trying to come up with a game plan but my mind blanks over and over again. I'm not afraid of either of them separately, but together they're unbeatable and of course, I have to worry about the tongans outside of the ring as well. A hand rests on my shoulder, my head snaps in it's direction.... Jey. "You good?" He asks. He's been a friend of mine for a while but since his split from the bloodline and brand switch we haven't been in contact much. "Yeah" A lie escapes my lips with ease.

He curls his lips in disapproval of my obvious lie. "I'm coming to the ring with you" A statement, not a question. I don't object or give him a hard time like I normally would. Jey helps me warm up, melting away any sense of anxiety I carry with me. "Go fuck em up, if anybody is going to do it it's gonna be you " Jey begins "You're the toughest motherfucker in this business regardless of gender. What you did for Paul is something nobody back here had the courage to do. Roman isn't here to do it so you did, YOU put them all on the ground by yourself once.... Do it again". I nod my head in approval and jump in place, hyping myself up. I can do this, like he said I did it once so I can do it again. Solo is finishing his entrance and my music hits. Adrenaline pumps through my veins when Jey and I enter the arena. Rage fills Solo's eyes as Jacob paces back and forth behind him.

Jey squeezes my shoulders before I enter the ring. Solo pretends to want to start the match, but in true punk bitch fashion, he forces Jacob into the ring to start. The snarl drops from his face, and he looks at me with something like sorrow in his eyes that disappears in a blink. I approach him ready to go in for the kill, he refuses to attack. Confusion floods my brain before I look back at Solo who is furiously barking at Jacob. "Hit her! Hit her right fucking now and pin her" He barks over and over again. Quickly I look back at Jey who is just as confused as me. Jacob lowers his head, walking backward, and slapping Solo's chest to force tag him in. Battle begins.

I pin Solo and just as the ref counts to three the Tongans rush into the ring before my music can even play. Jey follows. Before anyone can do too much damage Roman's music blares across the arena sending shockwaves through the air. Everyone in the ring freezes as he walks down the ramp, Paul Heyman beside him almost unable to keep up. The Tongans and Solo immediately go to attack him, Jey and I coming to Roman's defense as Jacob paces back and fourth pulling at his locs, murmuring to himself before deciding to come to Roman's aid instead of Solo's.

Roman, Jey, Jacob, and I end up on top. Roman looks at me, his eyes directed to the same area sending shockwaves of pain through my ribs.... a cut. Softly he lifts my arm "Who did this?" He barks over the deafening sound of the crowd. Without a second thought, I point to Solo who is holding his jaw on the ground. Without question Roman grabs Solo up and I swear he was trying to rip him in half. Over and over he attacks Solo, if the tongans hadn't coughed I would have assumed they were dead. Solo lay almost lifeless beside them when Roman was done with him. I look at them and then up at him before my eyes meet Paul.... My mentor, my couch, my father figure. Paul pulls me into a tight embrace. "Thank you" He says over and over again, tears flooding his eyes before he releases me.

Roman looks at me, my eyes catching his dark brown eyes that seem to soak up every ounce of light. Grabbing me by my waist he lifts me onto his shoulder, holding my thigh tight to his shoulder before throwing up a one. I follow suit, chest heaving with emotion. I can hear the crowd but it feels like it's just us in the ring. This moment feels like euphoria I never want it to end. Carefully he takes me off his shoulder, bending down slightly so his mouth grazes my ear. "It was hot when you were beating the shit out of them" His hand grazes my ass slights as he lowers his hand. Heat swells in my middle. He and Jey sit on the ropes allowing me to easily slip through.

The ride to the hotel with Jey is full of loud laughter and singing whatever songs the uber driver was playing. "Aye shots on me at the hotel bar!" He says! "We lit tonight!". I can't help but laugh at Jey's excitement. Jacob sits next to him chuckling to himself. I can't help but to wonder if Roman will be there. He keeps a low profile these days but surely tonight was worth celebrating. "Is Roman coming?" I quickly ask. Jey snaps his head over to me "Do you want him to be" He flashes a goofy grin at me. "Maybe" I shrug and he lets out a cackle before whipping his phone out, fingers moving so fast I can barely keep up. What feels like forever goes by when Jey turns to someone behind us and grins... Must be Roman.

"What's up big uce!" Jey grins so hard it hurts my face just looking at it. Slowly I turn to face Roman, who is already looking at me. Fuck... he's even hotter than he was in the ring beating up his own cousin for putting a mark on me. "You look good" He says lowering his eyes to my lips and then taking in the rest of my body. "Likewise" Is all I say in response, afraid I'll say something to embarrass myself if I allow anything else to leak from my mouth. "I'll uh be right back I gotta use the restroom" Jey says flicking his eyes between both of us before walking away. "Thank you" Is all Roman says to me before he sips on the dark liquid in his cup. "For?" I reply. A chuckle leaves his lips "Helping Paul when I couldn't. You didn't have to, I appreciate it is all" Roman responds before sipping again.

"Paul means a lot to me, so there's no need to thank me" I drain the brown liquid in my cup quickly "So why did you ask me who put the mark on my stomach?". He's silent for a beat "Because I hate when pretty things get all scratched up" He replies "Plus... if you're going to be mine then what kind of man would I be if I just let someone else mark you up?" His? He's met me all of three times, the last time he watched me go through a table. "Excuse me?" I cackle "Yours? When have I ever been known to be someone else's thing to keep?". Roman turns to me, those deep eyes seemingly pulling my soul from my body. "Since I realized how fucking sexy you are... Since I took a second to really look at the way your ass jiggles when you beat the shit out of grown men in that ring... Since I really looked at you and saw how perfect every feature on your face is" He lowers himself, brushing his lip over my ear, voice just above a whisper "Since I decided that I want to fuck you so good you'll agree to be my prize to keep"

Fire and ice fill my veins in a battle between slapping him and jumping on him right now in the middle of this bad, and riding him until we're both puddles of sweat floating towards nirvana. I bite my lip to muffle my gasp as his warm tongue grazes my earlobe. "Come if you want, stay if you don't" He gulps down the remaining liquid in his glass before getting up and slowly walking away. Of course, I followed him, what am I? Stupid? He looks back at me with a devilish smirk before reaching out his hand for me to grab. Quickly I place my hand in his, it's rough from weightlifting but big and warm. I can only imagine what it would feel like around my throat.

We enter his room and it already smells like his cologne. He sits on the bed, inviting me to sit between his long legs. I sit, putting my legs on either side of him, pulling him into a deep kiss. His lips are soft, breath minty as his tongue glides around mine. I can feel him growing under me quickly making whatever dam is between my legs threaten to overflow. I press my hips into his, needing to feel some sort of pressure. A villainous chuckle leaves him "How bad do you want it?" Bad.... so bad I might even consider begging for it. "Bad" I whisper "But tell me... My tribal chief... How bad do you want me because you've been growing under me since I sat down." Lust coats my vision in a deep dark film when those brown eyes narrow at me like a lion does on its prey.

Quickly he stands, laying my back on the bed. Pulling down his sweatpants, revealing his long thick length. I follow his lead, pulling my shorts off, and throwing them to the side. Bringing myself to my knees I kiss the tip of his hard member before swirling my tongue around it. Roman lets out a low grumble before I slide him into my throat. Sucking, slurping, gagging I take him deep into my throat over and over again until he pulls me off of him. "Keep it up and I'm gonna come right now" He groans "And I want to enjoy you longer"

I flip over so that my ass is on full display for him "Enjoy me then" I coo. He slides himself into me, filling me deeply. Roman allows a second for my body to adjust before he begins moving. Quickly, so quickly. Over and over again he slams himself into me, filling the room with loud crashes and my whimpers. SMACK! His big hand connects with my ass. SMACK! "I love the way it moves" He groans. Quickly he grabs the back of my neck bringing our bodies closer together. His big rough hands wrap around my throat lightly. "Take a deep breath" He whispers in my ear and I obey. His hand tightens around my throat before he pounds me harder. "Good girl, you like that shit huh?" He moans into my ear. Stars line my vision before he lets go and I feel a high I've never felt before... Euphoria. "Do it again" I demand softly.

Roman lets out an almost evil chuckle "Deep breath" He says before wrapping his hand around my throat again. This time he lines my neck with soft bites and kisses, his pace slows as my clit swells with pleasure. Fuck! He releases his hand from my throat, forcing my chin up to his before planting a sloppy kiss on my lips. "Come in me" I moan "Please!" I need to feel his seed inside of me, I need all of him right here right now or I might die. "Since you asked so politely" He coos. One more stroke and I am at my peak, legs shaking as he reaches his. His warm thick seed coats me, spilling out onto my thigh as he continues pressing himself further and further into me. "Fuck! you feel so good" He moans, member twitching deep inside me. I could go over and over again with him until the sun rises. "You're even hotter with my hand around your neck" He grumbles before licking the side of my neck softly.

[runscold-runsdeep]

Squeeze

Terzo X Omega - Dark Cardiophilia

Warnings/disclaimers: dark cardiophilia, fluff-ish, arguing, near death experience, heart failure, arithmetic heartbeat, demonic magic induced injury, Google Translate Italian for one phrase.

Word count: 800+

///Author’s note

I finally got it written!!! It’s short, and probably undeserving of a banner that took too much effort to make, but I wanted to scrub off the rust and get back into the swing of things. I’m gonna be adding a tag list to my fics from now on, so be sure to let me know if you want on!

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The room was dark, the only light being the flicker of the TV displaying a horror film with Terzo scooted as close to Omega as he could, the mortal being curled up into the demon’s side. Omega enjoyed this closeness though, wrapping an arm around Terzo to keep him cozy. Despite the volume of the TV not being turned down low and Omega not having his ear pressed against Terzo's chest, he could still hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, occasionally quickening in response to the suspenseful moments in the movie.

Unable to resist the urge, Omega slid his hand down to Terzo’s chest, feeling the gentle, rhythmic beat of his heart against his palm, which made Terzo smile and lean closer to him. Despite his best efforts to concentrate on the movie playing in front of them, something about Terzo’s heart in that moment kept drawing his attention away. A sort of curiosity was nagging at him.

Ever since he was summoned and his natural talents for healing and caretaking were discovered, he found himself dedicating most of his spare time in The Ministry’s infirmary whenever he wasn’t with Ghost or alone with Terzo. The infirmary became a sort of sanctuary, a place where he could learn about the intricacies of the human body and its many ailments. However, amidst all the knowledge he was gaining, there were curiosities that lingered in his thoughts, and one of those questions kept pushing itself to the forefront of his mind. What happened if a heart was squeezed?

He tried to push this thought away once more. He would never test such a thing on his partner of all people. He would rather be sent to the ruthless hounds of Hell than to purposely hurt Terzo to answer such a ridiculous question… But at the same time, he also wanted to know how exactly Terzo’s heart specifically would react to such a thing. As he thought over this dilemma, his mind was clouded with conflict. On one hand, he felt a sense of guilt for even considering such a cruel experiment. On the other hand, curiosity gnawed at him, and whatever damage was done to his heart, he could always reverse it.

A purple light in the corner of Terzo's eye caught his attention, forcing his eyes away from the TV to look in the light's direction. Omega's hand was in a grasping position, aglow like ignited hand sanitizer. As Terzo's gaze lingered on the mysterious light, his lips parted to question Omega, but all that escaped was a wince. As Omega’s talons closed, a tightness formed in Terzo’s chest and a sharp pain began to shoot through his jaw and arm. As he felt his heart begin to stumble, his eyes widened, realizing now what Omega was doing. The sound of his pounding heart filled the room, drowning out all other noise as fear and confusion clouded his mind.

“O…Omega..!” Terzo gasped out, clutching at his chest and watching helplessly as Omega's claws tightened their grip around his heart, slowly squeezing it with his demonic powers, “Omega, s—stop!” He leaned against the ghoul, the pain and his failing heart causing his consciousness to wane.

And at once, Omega did, letting go of Terzo's heart and placing his large hand on the mortal's chest, taking in the pain he had inflicted. His own heart started to falter and ache now as he absorbed the injuries that had once belonged to Terzo.

Terzo closed his eyes, tilting his head back as he took in several deep breaths, trying to regulate his heart and his nerves before his eyes shot open, his head jerking to face his partner, glaring at him. “Tu... Tu fottuto idiota!” He exclaimed, “Wh—What the hell came over you?! You almost… you could have fucking killed me!”

Omega, who more than expected this reaction from Terzo, sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

“Why did you do that?” Terzo pressed his hand to his chest, as if trying to reassure himself that his heart was still beating.

Omega shrugged. “I was curious.”

“…You were curious.” Terzo repeated as he blinked at the demon, as stunned as he was furious. “You tried to kill me just to satisfy some curiosity?!”

“I mean,” Omega exhaled, pausing to choose his his words, “I wasn’t trying to kill you—“

Terzo glared at the ghoul, his white eye bearing a more intense coldness than it normally did, which made Omega cower just slightly.

“…I—I, uh… I wasn’t gonna push you that far. I was gonna stop before you reached that point. And I did.” Omega stammered, averting his gaze from Terzo’s.

Terzo huffed, shaking his head slightly as he curled back up with the demon, snuggling up against him. “Just… warn me next time you try something stupid like that.” He grumbled, “And look, I've missed a part of the movie because of you!” He complained, which forced a small chuckle from Omega as he pulled Terzo close.

“Want me to rewind it?” Omega offered, nuzzling his nose against the top of Terzo’s head.

“No, I’ll figure out what I missed later.” Terzo settled back into Omega’s hold as the ghoul draped his arm around him. Omega turned his attention back to the TV, feeling content at last even though his heart still throbbed and ached with an unsettling rhythm. He hoped that the discomfort would pass soon…

[mahoushojo-chan]

Astarion x Tav || Anxiety Attack

gonna be right by your side (no matter what)

synopsis: he's never seen her look so frightened before. she trembles slightly, keeping her hands close to her body. she doesn’t even meet astarion’s gaze. it’s as if she's still focused on the creature, even though it's no longer within her line of sight. her breaths begin to come in starts, and his senses can hear her pulse skyrocketing.

an excerpt of “’cause my love (is mine, all mine)”

word count: 1739

pairing: astarion/tav

other tags: f!reader, bard!tav, hurt/comfort, light angst, non-sexual intimacy, romantic tension, friends to lovers, panic attack comfort, magically induced anxiety attack, song inspo: No Matter What by Zach Callison and Michaela Dietz

ao3: here

concept: panic attack comfort

After hours of traversing the dangerous depths of the Underdark, it finally dawns on Tav that the subterranean caves aren’t exactly suitable for a two-person adventuring party consisting of a bard and her dashing rogue companion. In the process, Tav has expended all her spell slots, save for two level one spells, and has endured not only physical damage, but psychological damage from the amount of whining that Astarion is putting her through.

“Gods, I truly hate it down here. Darling, let’s set a goal to live in a nice, lavish palace full of pointless luxuries.” Astarion insists, and almost enjoys the implication of living with each other in the future enough to forgive his incessant complaints. Almost.

She bites her tongue, because she figures it’s hard enough to give up life in the sun for a darkness he doesn’t truly care for. She’ll pester him about it later, but she knows the wound is still fresh for him right now.

It’s late into—well, it’s rather difficult to tell what the time is. Tav considers taking one more short rest, but she knows that they’re almost there.

“You know, I’ve actually never been to this place.” He says, now that they’re near enough to look for the entrance. Cazador’s entrance to the Underdark lead to some old vampire’s keep, located just to the east of Baldur’s Gate, auspiciously under the Fields of the Dead. “I wonder what wonders could be inside—hm?”

He stops when he notices Tav isn’t moving and narrows his eyes to try to see what she’s looking at. Though Astarion possesses keen night vision, the initial sight is somewhat obscure. At first, it appears as a mere silhouette, and in the Underdark, it's impossible to be wary of every peculiar shadow. Yet, after a moment, he discerns distinct horned features, and the shadowy form takes on the semblance of a horned humanoid, its eyes oozing pure horror, and it points a finger at them.

“Hells.” Astarion mutters, instinctively switching to disengage stealthily. He ducks behind the last corner they came from, and expects Tav to follow—before he turns to see her still rooted firmly in place.

“What are you doing? Get over here, quickly!” He hisses at her, but rather uncharacteristically, she doesn’t respond. He’s used to her fearless antics, and this does look like something she’d be rather interested in, but there’s only so much stupidity he’s able to take. Out of options, he grabs the back of her cloak and pulls, successfully tugging her behind the corner. “Are you insane?” He snaps, but the second he turns his attention away from the creature and towards Tav, he immediately freezes.

He's never seen her look so frightened before. She trembles slightly, keeping her hands close to her body. She doesn’t even meet Astarion’s gaze. It’s as if she's still focused on the creature, even though it's no longer within her line of sight. Her breaths begin to come in starts, and his senses can hear her pulse skyrocketing.

“Breathe, darling.” He instructs, but she isn’t listening to him—more importantly, she still isn’t moving. It’s not that he doesn’t want to comfort her, but he’s pretty sure the monster, whatever it is, is still slowly stalking towards them.

Quickly, as a last-ditch effort, he hoists her onto his back. She’s still heavy, and she’s slowing him down. Even if it might be faster to hide her and look for the entrance himself, when she stutters, “’Starion?” In that quiet, uncharacteristically weak voice, he knows he can’t leave her.

“Right here, my sweet, right here.” He reassures quietly, still looking for the entrance while trying to keep out of the creature’s sight. At the very least, it didn’t seem very perceptive.

Eventually, he sees a crack of firelight in the wall—just enough to reveal concrete slabs behind the layers of rock, and enough to illuminate the edges of a wooden door. He quickly dashes towards it and pries the door open, entering and putting her down before closing the door behind him. He looks through the iron keyhole to see if the monster will pass, but a voice breaks his concentration.

“Astarion,” Dalyria says, sounding relieved.

“Shh.” He dismisses. “There’s something outside.”

Dalyria stays silent for a moment before recognition tinges her voice. “Ah. You mean the Nightwalker. It’s okay, it hasn’t bothered any of us. It seems if we stay out of its way, it won’t go out of its way to hurt us. It’s been a bit of a relief if anything.” She tells him, but Astarion isn’t reassured quite yet. They had stayed well out of its way, and it seemed to target them still.

Still, seeing that the creature has at least stopped chasing them down, Astarion finally ducks down towards Tav, seeing her state once again. He knows something is wrong with her, and not something natural. She was normally fearless—and while he knew that wasn’t entirely true, it was too sudden for her to completely cower at some unknown, shadowy figure when she had faced devils and shades more fearsome than the creature they encountered. He knows it must have done something to her, but now that they are in relative safety, he just needs her to breathe, gods damn it.

“Is she alright?” Dalyria asks, trying to peer over Astarion’s shoulder to see Tav. His first instinct is to bristle, but he knows that out of all his siblings, Dalyria is probably the best to take a look at her.

A little reluctantly, he steps aside. Dalyria observes her for a moment, and takes her hand, but Tav immediately withdraws as though burned. She still can’t speak, but Dalyria discerns, “I wonder if this is its effect on the living.”

“And? Your verdict? What are we supposed to do?” He snaps, but he can’t stand to look at her shivering form anymore, so he turns away.

“You may just have to wait it out,” Dalyria accepts. “I could attempt to heal a physical ailment, but this seems mostly mental. If it’s magically induced, though, it shouldn’t last very long once it’s out of her sight.”

Astarion curses under his breath. He ducks down, and peers at Tav again. Her face is pressed into her hands, and her knees are tucked in. It seems to be more grounding behaviour than anything else. He takes her side.

“Where is everyone else?” He asks Dal, but he doesn’t take his gaze off Tav.

“They’re trying to calm the other spawn. It’s turmoil out there. So many of them… they haven’t been free in forever. Trying to reel them all in feels impossible.” She sighs. “I only came to check in on you. Should I… leave you, for a moment?” She asks, looking at his companion again.

He heaves a hefty sigh. They had finally come all this way, but… “For now.” He reassures, partially to himself. He glances over his shoulder. “We’ve prepared supplies, but we weren’t able to carry all of it here. The rest should be at the entrance to Cazador’s castle. You can use them as rations for now.”

Dalyria nods in understanding. “I’ll tell the others,” she assures him. “Then, once everyone has fed… please come to us then. We’ll be waiting in the dining room. All of us.”

He doesn’t respond, even as she shuts the door. Instead, he turns his attention back to Tav. He’s glad he can speak freely without revealing too much of themselves. He sighs dramatically. “Come now, love, this doesn’t suit you at all. Stop this, you’re being ridiculous.”

He’s hoping to provoke her into responding, but it seems the magically-induced fright is not something that can just be taunted away. It’s difficult, because he knows if he were under such an effect, she would be able to ward it off immediately. In fact, it was one of her special skills to divert charms and fears with her own.

“What’s that song you normally sing? The song about Heroism, with some drivel less about heroes and more about some saccharine ‘love and friendship’ and whatnot?” He asks, hoping to trigger her memory. She stirs, but it looks more like she’s withdrawing further into herself.

As a last ditch effort, Astarion begins to hum what he knows of the melody. It’s terrible and off-key, and he’s not even sure he’s remembering more than the chorus. To grab her attention, he drums his fingers on the top of her head playfully, approximately to the rhythm of the song that he remembers.

He continues humming, stopping ever so often to prompt her to continue. Eventually, in a shaky, unsupported, quiet mutter, she sings the lyrics to the song as a call-and-response.

Encouragingly, he perks up immediately. He continues his humming, and as they continue, she switches from call-and-response to providing the actual lyrics to the section he hums. She finally raises her head—ever so slightly—to meet his eyes.

When she continues, she continues with the melody, a little more confidently. She takes the opportunity to hold his hands, gripping both his hands with hers. He lets her continue the song on her own, and her fear seems to be dissipating. She garnishes her performance with pretty runs and vibratos, but then she looks at him expectantly—this time, she wants him to follow her lead, and she seems to be expecting more than humming.

Softly, she switches to a quiet new verse of the song, “With all that you were,” she sings.

“With all that you were,” he responds, though it’s more of him talking with a lilt than singing.

“With all that you’ll be,” she adds.

“With all that you’ll be,”

“With all that you’ve won and lost,”

He thinks he understands what she’s singing about. “With all that you’ve won and lost,”

“You will always have me.” She ends the song.

“You will always have me.” He replies, and he sounds fond, though he isn’t sure whether she’s trying to find reassurance in him or give reassurance to him.

At the end, she hangs her head to stabilize herself once more. He opens his mouth to let out a quip, but she speaks first.

“I’m sorry, Star, I just need a second—"

“As cute as you are all teary and needy, you’re absurd if you’re apologizing to me.” He clicks his tongue in disapproval. Then, more comfortingly, adds, “I’ve got you. We’ve got each other."

[elsweetheart]

i'm on my knees ppretty please elaborate the "stop looking at me like that" "fuck me eyes reader" you gagged me therapy is needed PLEASE

giggling mischievously…………. ok i actually hate what i wrote alot bye

abby used to like being busy. it distracted her from the torn apart world outside, having a fixed schedule and completing menial tasks gave her meaning. she was a creature of habit, and breaking a streak where she’d been super productive damaged her self esteem quite a bit.

however, since you’d come along she’d hated it. if she could spend all her time doing nothing with you, she would. but abby had people relying on her, so with or without you she had to get things done. you knew this, but it wouldn’t stop you from having your fun. if you couldn’t receive abby’s attention, you’d make sure she felt just as frustrated as you.

“abs when’re you gonna be free.” you clung onto her bicep as you caught her leaving the gym, damp from sweat.

she sighed, running a hand down her face. “i don’t know, it’s a busy day today. you’re gonna have to just deal, babe. yeah?” she seemed rushed, so you pout and let her go, watching her stride away.

you caught her again, the two of your schedules colliding when you’d be called in to help look at some maps to help plan a hunt. she looked so fucking good, her arms flexing as she’d lean against the table in concentration. you weren’t being much help, too busy ogling at your girlfriend. the way she’d take charge, using her brain to come up with the smartest route would turn you on, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you watched her speak. she would completely disregard you, focusing on the task at hand — and you hate to say it, but it kind of turned you on even more.

it had been like this all day, abby rushing around completing all her tasks and you — running into her wherever you got the chance to, touching her arm and batting your lashes at her. she was becoming increasingly more frustrated, so when you ran into her later in the day — giggling as you tagged along beside her, following her around like a lost puppy she knew she was going to have to put you in your place a little.

your shared friends walked up ahead, headed to their post as abby stayed behind with you, turning to you and crowding your body in against a brick wall.

“stop looking at me like that.” she scoffed, jaw tense. you furrowed your brows, eyes only growing more doe-like by the second.

“like what?” you pout and she took your jaw gently in her hand, prompting you to have no choice but to listen.

“like you want me to fuck the daylight out of you, when you know i’m busy.” she spoke between grit teeth.

“seems like that would benefit you right now, abby. you seem really tense.” you slide your hands over her broad shoulders, kneading the tense muscle beneath your fingers.

“you do realise that me pounding out my frustrations doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll get what you want. i’d watch that mouth and start behaving myself, if i were you.” she brushed your hands off her, stepping back. abby looked you over, staring at you for a moment. the look of frustration was still there, but she was scanning to see if maybe she’d been too mean. she didn’t want to walk away having upset you.

a grin spread across your face like the cheshire cat before you replaced it with an innocent expression, blinking up at her almost mockingly. “you don’t have it in you to do that abs, i always get what i want.”

abby turned her head, watching owen turn back from afar to look at the two of you questioningly wondering what was taking abby so long. she leant in, tilting her head slightly, opening her mouth to speak but owens voice cut through, yelling from his distance calling her to hurry up. she sent you a look, storming away, and you knew you were in for it later.

[5eraphim]

swinging out the gate with pure filth but i recently stumbled upon a scout voice line that made me cream my pants (tumblr doesn't allow links as anon so i'm putting extra parentheses to make sure it doesn't appear as one (https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/4/48/Scout_domination20.wav))

anyways it got me heavy thinking about dom scout because i really truly think this boy is a sadistic motherfucker. huge ego and need to be the best, especially growing up the youngest sibling? having someone stupidly fucked out for him blows his mind.

and i KNOW for a FACT he has a daddy kink, too, and wants a real title to hear the power he has in the moment (plus there's another scout voice line that says "come to daddy" so it's essentially confirmed because i said so).

he's still a little bit of a teenage horndog about it, rolling his eyes back and getting a little nervous when you actually do submit, because he was prepared for a fight.

i would almost say he prefers it, wanting the struggle and the power that comes with quelling the flame in you but never fully, trying to push buttons to get you to give him a shove or a nasty remark so he has an excuse to pounce on you like a predator.

"yeah? you like that? gettin' fucked on daddy's dick?" almost really talking to himself when he drills into you as fast as he physically can, positioned in missionary because he wants to see that pretty face (and tits).

he wants to see overstimulation paint your features, you know that. he also wants to see that feisty side of you just so he can tame it. you push his abdomen the best you can, hands really just shoving his shirt that he didn't bother to take off. it's not working, and all he can do is laugh at your pathetic attempt.

you yank the dog tags that dangle in front of your face, sort of wet because of the sweat he's pouring, not due of the physicality but rather that he's so worked up and thrilled that he's heating up. the chain wrings around the back of his neck a little, not necessarily doing the damage you hoped for. in fact, you can see a switch flip and his eyes darken. uh oh.

his hands slam around your neck, having previously been attached to your waist, and squeeze so hard your vision goes fuzzy at the edges and all the blood rushes from your head. "you wanna choke me? how's it feel ta be fuckin' choked, huh? stupid bitch." he's degrading, harsh because he knows he can be. your eyes well u with tears, threatening to spill, and he grins like a wolf. he loves it.

"oh, what, you gonna cry? you gonna cry now?" he spits at you. that's all it takes before the waterworks start, cooling your warm cheeks and letting him know he's won this round.

there's nothing that stops you from cumming on his cock, completely overwhelmed by feeling and so far gone that it doesn't even matter. scout's overjoyed that he's got a pretty girl so fucking stupid for him that she can't even control her body anymore. he gets so high off the feeling that he can't help but bark out every filthy thought and word he has, a reminder that he is conscious enough to talk and you're so braindead you can't form a word.

"aww" he wipes your tears with the pad of his thumb, "don' cry kid, i'm not even bein' that cruel!" he taps his thumb against your lips, scowling when you turn your head to avoid his digit. he grabs your chin to force your eyes on his. "open up and suck my fuckin' thumb or ill replace it with my cock and fuck your face."

im making my mark as 👽 emoji because i will 100% be back to write more

HELL O?? HELLO 👽!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!!! MAKING OUT WITH THE SIDE OF YOUR NECK RIGHT NOW AS WE SPEAK

thank you so much for sending me this, a bit blown awayy right now, i must say. top-tier scout characterization, on GOD. He is MEAN. he is literally a one man bully squad- of course he's gonna overdo it act like a total maniac getting nasty with his obsession.

i love this because i love writing Scout as on the more dominant side, but in a almost playfully sadistic kind of way.

[cyanide-latte]

So after Book 6 left me completely and utterly devastated and a crying wreck in my bedroom, I've finally started Book 7 of Twisted Wonderland and I figured I'd just do a basic drop of my thoughts so far. I'm keeping them under a "read more" cut and I'll also tag this post as having spoilers (even though it's not really the more recent spoilers) just to be safe and considerate.

Beyond that though, my thoughts aren't going to have a filter so please take this with a grain of salt. (I'll mention at the end where I've stopped for now in the plot, so please don't spoil past that point for me if you reply to or reblog this post. I really really don't want spoilers.)

Got it? Good. Here we go.

- Exasperation and loathing, thy form is Michael Mouse, I viciously beseech thee to get out of my house

- we need more of the freshmen just interacting with one another in general

- Rook wanting to take an internship in archeology make so much sense for him. "I'm not a patient person but this will challenge that" BRO, SAME.

- Idia just interning at Google basically

- Lilia like "btw I need to drop out of school, gonna throw a party later before I leave, kthnxbai"

- all of the characters doing impersonations in this book is a DELIGHT

- "I declare the mopefest official over!" Spoken like a man who bottles his stronger emotions up out of fear of having to face them, Ace

- Fucking love the meta commentary

- Idia "I'm not going to some farewell party for a junior I barely know because I need to actually mourn losing contact with an internet friend who ghosted me and I'm despairing the possibility I could ever possibly make a friend again" Shroud is too fucking real, he's relatable honestly

Malleus: here's my lil sob story abt the time I threw a tantrum so bad I almost froze an entire castle of people to death. Lilia made it all better but gave me a stern talking-to I've never forgotten.

Me: why do I feel like you learned nothing.

Also Malleus not long after: because I took your words to heart Lilia I've been looking for a solution to this problem, and Silver and the Ramshackle prefect with their random venting to me gave me the perfect idea, so I'm going to trap THE ENTIRE ISLAND in stasis sleep so NOBODY CAN EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN a good hoard knows to stay put for the dragon who owns it haha you'll all be fine, dw about it, I've got everything under control

Me: so you learned nothing.

- Malleus has no rights, he needs to be sent to the Time-Out Corner

- I also love that that Malmal fight loads up with an infinity symbol because it's like oh lol yeah, infinite-turn battle but then you see Malleus's fucking 300K HP bar and I was instantly like "hmmmm I think you're lying" and then his regen heals for like 60K damage each turn and he casts fire damage immunity on himself and I was like "mmhmm I knew you were lying to me"

- I demanded Mickey get the fuck out of my house so of course naturally the game decides to be cheeky and put me the fuck in his instead

- no but why the fuck is he here. I'm so fucking annoyed

- WE DON'T NEED MICKEY.

- I get it, I get why he's here but he really doesn't need to be. Disney you CAN in fact make a fucking video game without shoehorning the damn mouse into it. The Hidden Mickeys in various backgrounds were fine, we didn't need more than that.

- for the record, I've been pissed off about this since it started happening books ago, but I remain aggravated by Mickey just being shoved into this.

- I love that Silver shows up to bail MC and Grim's collective ass out of danger and then meanwhile you've got Ortho like "I've seen dial-up faster than this shit, what the FUCK bro, I expected better of you, logging this in my database as an Epic Fail."

- but also ORTHO MY CHILD. BE FREE. YOU GOT THIS.

- The Shroud parents are EXACTLY how I imagined. They're everything I wanted from their characters and more. They even SOUND like I hoped they would. Beautiful. 10/10. My intuition about their entire family remains, as ever, on-point.

- I do love everything I've gotten with Silver to this point. I was very baseline neutral on his character until now, but the more I'm seeing of him, the more I appreciate what I am getting.

- Sebek is autistic. I will die on this hill. Even if he represents autistic traits the internet DOESN'T like to woobify for the most part, that boy is autistic. He's autistic as fuck. This book is so far just further proving it.

- I mentioned earlier that Malleus has no rights but I'm saying it again because it's fucking rude as shit he's got epic choral BGM in Sebek's dream. Also creeping on people's dreams and threatening to forcibly make them sleep forever when they defy you because you feel entitled to ownership of your victims? Wow. Hey by the way Malleus, you got a phone call, we got a guy from Ohio on the other line, says his name's Freddy, you're one set of full-body burn scars away from him sueing your scaly ass. Yeah, just thought you'd wanna know.

- Listen I really want to appreciate and like the Malleus I hear everyone among my friends and mutuals say they see him as but no. No. Is he well-written? Well, I'm still early into this, so I'm withholding judgment on that point though I AM hopeful that I'll eventually appreciate how he's written. But do I like him? No. I didn't give a single flying fuck about him to begin with and I still don't. Throw onto it he's being a bitch right now, and that's not helping. If you genuinely like Malleus as a person, that's your prerogative, that's whatever. I'm not entirely sure what you see in him to like as a person but again, your prerogative. If you like him as a character because of how he's written for the role he is in, in the overall story, power to you, I REALLY hope I'll eventually agree with you. But as of right now, just so you're aware if you've read this far, I still don't give a single flying fuck about Malleus and I'm slowly starting to teeter into the direction of actually disliking him as a person.

- Silver: QUICK, TAKE MY HAND!!! Sebek: ew.

- Currently I've stopped on the chapter where Silver has dream-hopped from Sebek's dream with Sebek, Yuu and Grim in tow, into the dream of a mysterious bat-masked figure with a familiar voice who couldn't POSSIBLY be Lilia, not at ALL. So please don't talk to me about anything past that yet. I'll reblog this post with an update when I get further.

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 28: Back to Indiana

Word Count: 658/Rating: T/Pairing: None/CW: mention of bullying, mention of the 1986 "earthquake," Corroded Coffin is famous/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Principal Higgins, 1992, Hawkins High

Divider credit to @silkholland

Six years ago, the members of Corroded Coffin were at the bottom of the Hawkins High food chain. Taunts of ‘freak’ and ‘loser’ followed them in the hallway, and those were some of the nicer words used to describe them. On more than one occasion, they’d overheard teachers referring to them as ‘devil worshipers.’ 

But now?

Eddie leaned back in the chair opposite Principal Higgins. The man was a little grayer, more tired than he’d been in ‘86, but every bit as miserable. 

“Well, well.” Eddie grinned, hands folded and elbows perched on the chair’s arms. “It appears you need a favor from us, Higgsy-Poo. How the tables have turned.”

The principal took off his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Munson, I believe I asked you to stop calling me that.” He heaved an exasperated sigh. “But yes. We need to raise money, and having Corroded Coffin play would definitely sell tickets.”

It was obvious that the school had fallen into utter disrepair. Insurance had covered some of the damage from that fateful earthquake, but it wasn’t enough. And the fixes that had been made were done poorly, already showing cracks. 

It was Corroded Coffin to the rescue. But just as the system had kept Eddie from graduating—twice—the show would not go on without a fight. 

Eddie looked at his bandmates, the four of them sharing knowing smiles. Make him grovel, he silently commanded. 

“I dunno, Higlet.” Gareth scrunched his nose in contemplation. “We’ve got a real busy schedule: recording, touring, press…”

Jeff slung an arm around his former principal. “And you’re asking us to do this for free?”

“It would be to help out your alma mater,” Higgins tried. 

“Right, because we have such fond memories of this hellhole.” Grant snorted and rolled his eyes. “I mean, I can’t think of a better way to spend my teenage years than dodging bullies because you,” he jabbed his forefinger at Higgins, “didn’t give a shit about anyone besides the jocks.”

A bead of sweat trickled down Higgins’ face. Eddie had never seen him so frazzled; not even during the ‘83 senior prank involving petting zoo animals running wild in the hallways. 

“Please,” Higgins begged, “the town is going to condemn the building if we can’t get it fixed. They’ll split students up and send them to neighboring districts and…” He swallowed. “…and I’ll be out of a job.”

Eddie raised his brows and smirked. “So…you need us?”

“Yes.”

“Then say it.” Eddie stood up and crossed his arms. “Say, ‘I, Principal Higgins, am a pathetic loser who needs Corroded Coffin to save my sorry ass.’”

Higgins’ eyes widened. “What?!”

“Say it, or no show,” Jeff chimed in. 

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as the offer was considered. “Fine.” The principal took a deep breath. “I, Principal Higgins, am a loser—”

“A pathetic loser,” Eddie amended. 

“A pathetic loser who needs Corroded Coffin to save my sorry ass.” 

The band exchanged looks, ready to agree, but Eddie spoke up before they signed the contract. “One more thing.” The twinkle in his eye did not just convey mischief; it also signified justice. “This show is gonna bring in more money than you’ll need, especially since you’re not paying us. So anything left over will go to the Hellfire Club.” He stared at Higgins. “I have it on good authority that they’re supposed to be going to a national DnD championship, but they can’t afford the entry fee.”

‘Good authority’ referred to Erica Sinclair, the current Dungeon Master who constantly lamented about the sports teams going to away games funded by the district while Hellfire had to pay their own way.

“Okay.” Higgins nodded. “I’ll have it added to the contract.”

“Then we have a deal.” Eddie shook the man’s outstretched hand, relishing in its slight tremble. “See you at the concert, Higfried and Roy.” He winked. “We’ll save you a seat, front and center.”

--

[so-long-soldier-writes]

His for Eternity

kai parker x reader | requested 

summary: alaric steals a gemini grimoire, summoning you and kai back to mystic falls. trying to get it back proves to be a challenge with a risk kai’s not willing to take. | heretic!kai x witch!reader

tags: hurt / comfort, smut, violence / blood, blood drinking, kidnapping / minor torture, eventual smut, blowjobs, vaginal sex, dom!kai but also soft!kai

word count: ~8.2k (lmao whoops)

a/n: I’m not sure if this is yandere enough, bc come to find I struggle with writing yandere for some reason. also, i am so sorry it took me forever to write & edit. but it was very fun to write :) i hope this finds the person who requested it, and i hope you like it!

“I don’t like being back here,” you mutter to your boyfriend, whilst stealing a fry off his plate. “We’re supposed to be on the run from these people, not strolling back into their town.”

“I know, but I just need that book back, and then we’ll be out before they even know we were here,” he whispers. 

You glance around the room, unconvinced. 

“I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you, princess.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. You’re the one that Damon wants dead.”

“Let him try. In case he forgot, I’m a heretic now.”

“Trust me when I said he’s probably thought of a way around that,” you sigh. “Kai, is it really that important? I can’t live without you.”

“It’s not that it’s important, but it’s the fact that Alaric is the one that stole it. The only reasons he would go all the way to Portland just to steal one of my father’s grimoires is if he’s trying to bring Jo back, or if those twins survived somehow. I can’t have him stealing centuries worth of Gemini knowledge that could possibly take me down.”

You hate it, but know he’s right. Kai is the leader of a nearly extinct coven, but he is still the leader. If Alaric has access to any of the grimoires, he could do some serious damage. 

“Okay. I understand. What do you need me to do?”

He pops a fry into his mouth. “Sit tight and let me do all the dangerous stuff.”

“Kai.”

His teeth clench. He hates putting you in harm’s way. 

“Fine. If you could do a locator’s spell on the book. That would help.”

“Okay,” you give a small smile, “let’s go find this missing grimoire, shall we?”

Cloaked under a simple spell, the two of you make your way back to the motel just outside of town where you planned to stay for the duration of this trip. Kai hated the idea of staying in a motel, but you knew it would be the least conspicuous place to be in case anyone caught wind of your return.

Ever since the night of the wedding - aka the night of Jo’s death, aka the night Kai turned, aka the night Elena was cursed - the two of you have been on the run. It was a horrible day for you, having to watch the sister of the man you loved get married, while he was rotting away in another prison world. But then, right before her vows, he came back. In the blink of an eye, the wedding was turned upside down. Gentle cries turned to begs for mercy, but of course, none received it. They didn’t deserve it. You smiled as the members of the Gemini Coven died off one-by-one. You remember spitting in Joshua’s face when he pleaded for his life. 

Right after, you watched your boyfriend drink his father’s own blood to become immortal. You kissed him hard, then, and felt the blood of his enemies seep from his suit to your dress, seemingly binding you for eternity. The last thing Joshua saw were his two greatest regrets coming back together as one. There was nothing he could do to stop you. 

But despite Kai’s success in killing his coven, he almost died in the process. Well, almost died twice. He did die on purpose once to turn himself into a heretic - a species you didn’t know existed until Kai came back to life, craving blood. (When he initially stabbed himself, you let out a blood curdling scream that turned heads towards you. You had never felt more relieved than when he woke up, and he apologized profusely for scaring you.) Though after Damon learned of his payback curse on Elena, the older vampire almost took him out for good. A blood boiling spell muttered from your lips gave Kai just enough time to escape the man, and the two of you bolted from the massive crime scene. 

Since then, you and Kai have been exploring together. Damon nor Bonnie ever came after you, and they instead stayed in Mystic Falls, for reasons you don’t know, nor care to know. Alaric, on the other hand, is the one stirring the pot. And now, his actions have consequences, because Kai is back and determined to take what rightfully belongs to him. 

“Got a location.”

Your boyfriend finally stops pacing the room to look at the map. “I’m going.”

“Wait, Kai! Shouldn’t we, like, have a plan or something?”

“I do. Break in, take it, sneak out. He’ll never know.”

“Unless he’s there, wherever this is, right now.”

Kai hesitates. 

“Let me be a distraction.”

“No.”

“Let me cause a distraction.”

He stares at you. 

“What other options are there? None. I’ll just juju up something outside of the location and he’ll wonder what it is, giving you a little bit of time. He won’t even see me, just a cloud of dust.”

“Can you do that from here?”

“Well no, I have to be somewhat in the proximity.”

“Then no.”

“You’re not doing this without me. I’ll cloak myself.”

“And if you get distracted, you’ll be out in the open for anyone to see.”

“I won’t get distracted.”

“Princess,” he gives you a look that already tells you you’re not winning this argument, “you’re staying.”

“Then you better come back. Unharmed.”

“I promise. Just a quick in and out.”

“Be back in an hour or I will come looking for you.”

“Two.”

“No.”

“Fine. One hour. Don’t leave this room.”

“Be safe, Kai.”

◇◇◇◇

In one hour, he does come back. But not as he promised. 

Kai takes a deep breath before unlocking the motel door. He knows you’ll immediately sense something went wrong, even though the gash on his forehead has healed. Besides, he didn’t even get the stupid grimoire. 

“It’s me, princess,” he announces as he opens the door. 

You hurry over to him quickly. “Did everything go alright? Did you get the book?” You pause, noticing the signs: sweat beading on his forehead, a racing pulse. “Kai, what happened?”

“I didn’t get the book.”

“What. Happened?”

“The book is in Ric’s house,” he says slowly. “Unfortunately, so was Ric.” You sigh, full of worry, but he’s not finished. “And so was Damon.”

“You ran into Damon?!”

“And Bonnie.”

“Kai! Baby, you told me you wouldn’t get hurt! This shouldn’t’ve happened! Now they’re gonna come for you, angrier than ever. We should’ve never come back; we should’ve just-”

“I know, I know. Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting you in harm’s way, I’m sorry for-”

“Never mind that, are you hurt? Did they get to you, or just…?”

He hesitated for too long and you know that’s a yes.

“Where?”

“Damon plus a lamp, which he threw at my head. Then Bonnie held me down with magic when I was down and he decided his fist was a better weapon. Luckily something distracted us all long enough for me to escape.”

You take his head in your hands gently, kissing the spot where he got hit. It’s completely healed, yet you can tell exactly where it happened. 

“But as shitty as this is, I did learn something useful.”

“What?”

“The twins survived.”

“What?! Jo’s? How?”

“I have no idea, but in the midst of my screaming and their yelling, I heard a baby cry.”

“So what now? Are you gonna…”

“I don’t know. But something tells me Ric stole that book because those kids are producing magic that he doesn’t know how to control.” Kai then laughs, “you should’ve seen the look on their faces when that happened. I swear the blood drained from Ric’s face, it was priceless!” 

You try to laugh, but you’re too worried about the situation. Kai senses this and gives you a kiss on your cheek. 

“I’m okay, princess. It’s going to be okay. I should’ve listened to you about the plan.” 

“Just… can we stay here for the rest of the night?”

The clock reads seven. 

“I-,” he looks at your face, and knows he can’t say ‘no’ to it. Besides, he gave you a hell of a scare earlier and you deserve the comfort. “Alright.” His heart flutters when a huge smile takes over your face. You make grabby hands towards him, coaxing him to come next to you on the bed. 

“Thank you,” you mutter, successfully getting him to cuddle with you. You bury your face in his chest, arms wrapped around his waist, and a leg hooked with one of his. He couldn’t escape your grasp even if he wanted to. 

“I love you, princess.” He melts into your hold, eyes fluttering with exhaustion. 

“I love you, too.”

◇◇◇◇

“So Kai is back,” Damon slouches onto the couch, sighing deeply. 

“And back with a vengeance,” Ric sits opposite of him.

“Yeah, and he found out about the twins.”

“I know… there was nothing I could do, Bonnie. I’m cursing myself by the minute.”

“Do you think his girlfriend is here, too?”

“Definitely. He probably made her stay wherever they’re hiding out.”

“Unless she ditched him like a smart person would.”

“You didn’t see them at the wedding, Bon,” Damon, who witnessed the whole thing, sighs, “she would do anything for him.”

“What do you think made him come back?”

“That might be my fault,” Ric admits, raising a hand. 

“What did you do?”

“I may have gone to Portland and stolen a grimoire.”

“You did what?!” The witch stares at him. 

“I’m raising two Gemini twins without any living, sane, relatives, and I have no idea what I’m doing! I want to be prepared for when they start producing magic.”

“So you stole a grimoire from one of the most powerful covens in history?!”

“They’re all dead! What are they gonna do with them?!”

“Dead or not, Kai is still their leader. He can sense when a grimoire leaves its resting place. You put your daughters and all of us in danger.”

“I didn’t know that! Maybe if my Gemini born wife was still alive, I would. Oh wait, Kai killed her!”

“Alright, enough of the yelling,” Damon shushes, “we’ve already woken up Ric’s kids with it once.” He smirks in a way that’s playful, yet everyone knows it’s a jab.

“Man, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I will-”

“Where did you put the grimoire, Alaric? Maybe if we give it back, he will leave.”

“No! I’m using it. Kai doesn’t need it, he’s not raising kids. I-”

“It’s his family’s property.”

“And he hated his family.”

“But it’s still a powerful book that can be used as a weapon. So hatred aside, he will fight to get it back.”

“I-”

“If you don’t return it, you’re putting yourself, your daughters, Caroline’s, ours, the whole of Mystic Falls' lives in danger. He will kill anyone to stay in power, was the wedding not enough proof of that?! If you have a book that teaches you to raise Geminis, they will live long enough to see their twenty-second birthdays, and take his place. If you want your kids to survive, give that grimoire back right now and figure it out yourself.”

“Bonnie, I can’t have two magical kids running around the town untaught.”

“You’re making a huge mistake.”

“Hold on,” Damon interrupts again, “I have a plan. What if we just kill Kai?”

“He’s a heretic now. He can’t be killed.”

“Please, we said the same thing about the originals. There’s always something that’ll kill ‘em. Kai’s a normal vampire, just stake him in the heart. Done.”

“He’s a heretic, Damon,” Bonnie reiterates, “he’s got the advantage of magic.”

“Then we’ll kill Y/N.”

“She’s immortal. And a witch.”

“Something’s got to kill her.”

“Not something that we know of.”

“Then we’ll hurt her. Scare Kai out of Mystic Falls. She will only be freed once he promises to leave.”

“That sounds like playing with fire, Damon.”

“And yet, it’s our best plan.” He looks at Ric, then Bonnie. 

“Whatever, I’m in. Bonnie?”

The witch thinks about it. She doesn’t like the idea of hurting a female witch - she should be trying to make an ally out of you. 

“C’mon, Bonnie,” Damon urges, “he cursed Elena. Killed Jo. She stood by and let it all this happen. She’s just as guilty. Deserves every bit of this.”

“Okay. I’m in.”

◇◇◇◇

“‘Kay, we need a new plan for getting that grimoire back,” you say, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper.  Kai watches you from the edge of the bed in admiration.  “And since people know we’re here, it has to be good.”

“I’m still against any plan that could put you in harm’s way.”

“I know. Which is why I can cloak myself and draw out Ric, while you sneak back into his house. Similar to my first plan, but this one also involves a second distraction. Happening in the square, I’m going to spell up something gnarly that will for sure keep Bamon’s attention long enough for you to get in and get out.”

“Bamon?”

“It’s so much easier than saying ‘Bonnie and Damon’.”

He grins. “And you’ll be sure they won’t see you?”

“As long as everything goes according to plan, yes.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“I’ll bring a vervain grenade and toss it at them?” You suggest. 

“Not good enough, Y/N.”

“I’ll think of something. I promise.”

He sighs unhappily. “I’ll be fast.”

“I know you will.”

Unfortunately, the trio think of something, too. Unbeknownst to you, Bonnie’s done a locator spell, and is tracking your exact location. You successfully set up your traps before she finished it, but they know you’re in the town’s square. Kai is cloaked, so they don’t see him, and Bonnie can’t track two people at once, but they have a sneaking suspicion about where he is. They must act fast if they are to exact their revenge. 

Despite it still being the earlier hours of the morning, there’s a number of people in the square. Runners, mostly, and a few couples sipping coffee. Big enough of a crowd to cause a panic if something were to scare them. You mutter a fire spell onto the fountain, taking extra energy to put the two opposing elements into combat. People start to gasp and stare as the fire engulfs it, yet the water doesn’t give. In a matter of seconds, a child’s scream sets off the rest of her company. 

Once it causes a big enough scene, you duck from your hidden position and make off to Ric’s house. Even if Damon doesn’t care about the townspeople, some riled up screams will have him at least checking out what happened. And then Bonnie will get involved, probably talking about the situation with Caroline, so you expect to have at least a minute to distract Ric. 

Your plan for Ric is to conjure up a faceless shadow-y figure. You make it move and wave at him with your own body, cloaked from sight. Whether or not he thinks it’s a threat, he’ll at least be confused enough to take a closer look.

As soon as he sees it, he rushes towards it, shouting for it to stay away from his kids. Not the reaction you really expected, but one you’ll gladly take. You stand still, but step back when he starts getting close. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Kai sneak into his house behind him. 

But then everything goes wrong. 

The next time you step back, you bump into something large. You furrow your eyebrows and try again, a little to the left, but the wall is still there. You didn’t think you had moved that far; you were standing in the middle of the street. Alaric comes closer to you - too close - and you have to breathe deeply to not panic. Then, you feel magic fighting against your own. Distracted by Ric, you feel yourself weakened against your will. Ric’s grimace turns to a smirk when he realizes it’s just you behind the shadow. As fast as you can, you try to conjure up something new, but then a pair of hands grab your shoulders. 

“Yeah, no more of that. Good try though.” Damon. Dammit. “Where’s Kai?”

You say nothing. 

“Let’s try that again. Where is Kai?”

You stand as still as a statue, giving nothing, saying nothing. 

“Alright, we’ll find him ourselves. Bonnie?”

Immediately, the witch binds your wrists with a spell. You could have fought her off, but you were taken off guard. Ric then throws a bag over your head, before Damon slings you over his shoulder and races off. 

The sound of the back door slamming alerts Ric and Bonnie, and then dash into his house without a second thought. Ric nearly trips up the stairs to check on his kids, while Bonnie searches for where Ric said he hid the Gemini grimoire. One sighs in relief while the other is filled with dread. 

“The girls are okay,” says the relieved one. 

“The book is gone,” she says at the same time. 

For a second, they just stand there, evaluating how bad their mistake was to let Kai get a hold of the book again. As much as Bonnie just wanted to give it back, now he’s going to want revenge on Ric for taking it in the first place. And as soon as he realizes they’ve kidnapped his girl, too, she can tell things are only going to get uglier. 

“Okay, well, the important thing is that the girls are safe.”

Ric nods, “god, but what if he saw them? What if they saw him?”

“I don’t know, but he didn’t hurt them, so that’s all that matters.”

“I need that book back. I need to know how to raise them as Jo would’ve wanted me to. As her coven would’ve.”

“You mean raising them to kill each other in twenty years?”

“Not that,” Ric grimaces, “but training them to control their magic.”

Bonnie understands, but she also knows if Ric had that book any longer, the twins would not have survived today’s encounter with Kai. She decides not to say this, though, and focuses on the new bigger issue. “We need to find Damon. Kai will be after him soon.”

◇◇◇◇

Kai reaches the tree lining where you said you’d be. When you’re not there, he panics immediately. He rushes around the area, calls for you, but has no luck. Something went wrong, like he knew it would. Someone hurt you. Or worse, someone is currently hurting you. Anxiety bubbles in his stomach, threatening to make him sick. He curses, hitting himself repeatedly, and as hard as he can.

Suddenly, he feels your soft hand on his face, stroking his cheek. Shhh, you whisper, you’re okay.

He looks up, but you’re not there. Anger turns to sadness. Tears form in the corners of his eyes, spilling quickly. Even in your absence, you’re there for him. You never let him hurt himself. 

But now someone’s hurting you. And he’s going to make them pay. 

◇◇◇◇

It’s like a flip switches in his brain. You’ve softened him, made him vulnerable to emotions, unafraid to let himself feel. But the minute you’re gone - worse, in danger - the flip turns on and he recognizes his old behavior is out to play. What kept him alive; what sacrificed his sanity for survival. 

He wastes no time getting back to the hotel to do a locator’s spell. Sure, your kidnapper (Damon, probably) has you cloaked somehow, but his coven had ways around tricks like that. In fact, when he was trapped in 1994, he was there with all of the coven’s old grimoires, and could finally read them. You would let him siphon and help him practice the magic he was never taught. Then, in 2013, when the two of you were running from Mystic Falls, you stopped at his old house. All the grimoires you couldn’t access before, Kai now could as the leader. You did the same as you did in the prison world, now learning even more powerful spells. (The two of you would joke that Joshua Parker was yelling up at you from hell whenever you’d let him siphon. The whole reason he sent you to Kai’s prison world when you showed sympathy for the boy is so that he’d hunt you down for your magic and siphon you to death, over and over. Never did he expect the two of you to fall in love and become more powerful than he could ever imagine.)

The memory makes him smile, but also fuels his rage. He needs to find you. Kai spills a small vial of your blood to track you. You both have one of each others’ in case of emergency. A revelation spell and a locator spell at the same time is tough magic, but he is more than capable. It takes longer than he’d like; the revelation spell eats away at the captor’s magic so that a location can be found. If the captor senses their spell weakening, they can fight it. Kai can sense Bonnie’s attempts, but she is no match for an angry, sociopathic, powerful, coven leader who’s looking for the only person he’s ever loved. His eyes darken when the blood moves across the paper, signaling the spot where you’re being kept. He tucks a knife into his boot strap, just in case, before heading out with a vengeance. 

“Kai broke the cloaking spell. I don’t know how, but he’ll be here soon, I’m guessing.”

“How on earth could he have done that?” Damon throws his hands up, “I’ve barely gotten to do anything with her.”

“His magic is strong. He must know a spell that I don’t.”

“Coven spell, no doubt. If only you were part of the less useful coven, we’d be in the clear.”

“Let’s not ruin our half-working team-up with your bitchy comments. And don’t forget who’s saved your ass more times than you could probably count,” Bonnie snarks back. 

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Now, can we go back to torturing Y/N for all the shit she let happen to Elena? If Kai’s getting here soon, I need to get in a couple more punches.”

“Fine. I’ll be down in a second.”

Damon retreats to the dungeons immediately, while Bonnie texts Ric to make sure he’s at home. Last thing they need is for Kai to have a second chance at those twins because their father is feeling bloodthirsty. When he responds, she goes down to give you her own two cents. 

◇◇◇◇

It’s not long after that Kai reaches the Salvatore Boarding House. His stomach churns at the sight of it. He tests the entryway, but walks in with no give, letting him explore the seemingly uninhabited house. That, or they’re hiding somewhere. If the Salvatore house has a secret basement, Kai’s about to find out. He treads lightly, not wanting to let anyone know he’s there, and listening for anything that might be you. It’s eerie. There’s no screaming, no yelling, and no fighting. Almost like you’re gone. Like they found a way to… no, he can’t think like that. You’re alive. You’re just saving your strength. You’re immortal; they can’t kill you. Kai repeats this over and over in his head. Then, when he listens harder, he finally picks something up. The faintest rustling of chains far below catch his ear. He stiffens, then races around the top floor to find the basement door. 

At the sound of a vampire up ahead, Damon goes to confront it. His jaw tenses when he’s faced with Kai once more. 

“You,” he spits. 

“That all you can come up with, Damon? I thought in two years, you’d be able to come up with something better.”

“You’re not the one doing the talking here, I am.”

“Great. Good for you. Where’s Y/N?”

The man only smirks. 

“If you hurt her, I swear I’ll fucking kill you.”

“What’s this? Kai Parker showing affection? Nah. You said it yourself - you’re not capable of feeling those emotions.” Before Kai can answer, he continues. “Me, on the other hand, I am. And you’ve put my girlfriend in a coma and I can’t see her. So you’ll never see Y/N again if you don’t-”

“What? Bring her back? I already told you I can’t.”

“Leave.”

“What?”

“Leave town if you ever want to see her again. I never, ever want you in Mystic Falls again.”

“I’m not going anywhere without her.”

“Fine. Leave, and in two days’ time, I’ll drop her off outside the town border. You can come get her there and fuck off to wherever you want.”

“You’ve got to be crazy if you think I’d leave her with you. Where is she?”

“Somewhere safe.”

“Yeah, I doubt that.”

A new voice enters the room, “just promise you’ll leave, Kai. We’ll give her to you now if you promise you’ll never come back.”

“You guys act like I even want to be here. I don’t. We only came back because Alaric stole my family’s property. If your idiot friend had a couple more brain cells, none of this wouldn’t’ve happened.”

“Like I’m supposed to believe that. You were just bored,” Damon strikes back. 

“Actually, I was enjoying my time away from you people. And I didn’t want Y/N anywhere near you guys, either. But she wouldn’t let me come back alone, and I needed that book.” Kai shrugs. “Well, I’ve got the book. Give me my girl, and I will never bother you again.”

“Y’know what’s funny?”

Kai sighs with a roll of the eyes, not wanting to know, but knowing Damon will tell him anyway. 

“I want my girl, too. Yet you’ve put her in a magical coma.”

“Just my revenge for you crossing me. Which, by the way, I thought would be enough of a lesson for you to not do it again, Clearly, I’ve been mistaken.” He cocks his head. “Does BonBon here need a magical nap, too? Or maybe one of those twins that seem to have survived?”

“Do not touch those girls!” Bonnie snaps, taking a step forward. 

“Ooh, I’ve hit a nerve! Yeah, um, that could totally happen. Or I could just kill them. Children are weak. They can barely defend themselves. Trust me, I would know.” The woman is fuming, which is only encouraging Kai. “Especially now that I’m a heretic. They wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Alright, enough! Just get out.”

“I’ll be on my way shortly. Point me to your secret dungeon, will you?”

With the twins’ lives on the line, Damon knows he shouldn’t push Kai any further. Ric would never forgive him if something happened to them. Which is saying something, because Ric has forgiven Damon repeatedly for his shitty actions. However, that doesn’t mean Damon can’t taunt Kai about the shit he’s put you through in the span of just a couple hours. 

“I’ll bring you to her, but I understand if you’d want to leave her behind. She isn’t very pretty anymore.”

The threat has Kai’s heart racing. His comedic chat with the pair is officially over, and he’s now dead set on getting you out of wherever he’s keeping you. He’s down the stairs and yelling for you as soon as Damon opens the basement door. “Y/N? Are you down here?”

Another small rattle of chains is heard in the darkness. He flips on a light, and finally sees you at the end of the hallway. 

“Oh my god.” He races towards you, choking back a sob at your mangled state. Your hands, bound in chains above your head. Your exposed neck, bleeding from a bite wound, with blood seeping down your shirt. Your hair is matted and eyes are heavy. It takes you a second to recognize him. 

At first, you flinch, thinking the person beside you is your captor. “Don’t,” you mutter. 

Kai’s heart shatters. “It’s me, princess.”

Instantly, your demeanor changes. Your head lifts so you can look him in the eyes. “Kai?”

He puts his hands on your face. “Yes, baby, I’m here. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” He leans in to give you a quick kiss, but then pulls away to break the chains holding you still.

You reach for him the minute your hands are free, and immediately begin to sob. “You found me,” you repeat over and over, “how did you find me?”

“Couple spells. I’m sorry they took so long. Fuck, here, sit up.” 

As soon as you do, he bites his wrist and feeds you his blood. You drink willingly and feel yourself already starting to heal. 

“Awww, how touching. Kai’s learned how to show love.”

“Damon, get the hell out of here,” the man warns, already pissed. 

“This is my house. You get out.”

“She needs a moment to heal first. Since you hurt her!” 

The switch is turning back off, you can see it in Kai’s eyes. Not his humanity switch - he doesn’t even need that one - but something much more dangerous. 

“Kai,” you start to warn, just wanting to leave. 

Damon eggs him on, “oh please, it was deserved. Actually, she deserved a lot more, considering how she’s defended you through all the fucked up shit you’ve done.”

“Just let us go, Damon. We won’t come back,” you try to argue. 

“Yeah, that’s the plan. Except, I like my original plan over Bonnie’s. Kai, you leave, and in two days’ time, I’ll deliver her back to you. Because I haven’t quite gotten my revenge, and I need to take my anger out on someone.”

“There’s no way in hell that that’s happening.”

“Then I could just lock you both up. That would work.”

“You’re not getting either of us,” he insists. He throws one of your arms around his shoulders and begins to guide you out the door. You stumble a little from the way your heels were slightly off the ground in the way you were bound. 

Damon blocks the door. “Nice try.”

“Get out of the way, Damon.”

“Fine. Your funeral.”

Kai’s not sure what he means, but he doesn’t really care. He helps you up the stairs and towards the door. 

Unfortunately, the main exit is blocked by three huge men. When Kai makes an attempt to get close, they hiss at him, veins in their face turning purple. 

“Oh yeah. Like my little surprise?”

“What is this?” Kai asks through clenched teeth.

“Just an extra challenge for you to fight your way through. See, you could leave without her, and not have to fight three massive vampires compelled to kill you, or you could die at their hands trying to save a girl. Imagine that,” Damon snorts. Kai then realizes Bonnie has joined his side. “Big Bad Malachai Parker dies in the Salvatore house in an attempt to save a girl. That would be quite the headline, I can see it already.”

“What happened to the days you used to kill for sport?” Bonnie pipes up. 

“I would never hurt her, you idiots should know that by now. We’ve been through hell together. She would never abandon me, and I sure as hell won’t abandon her.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember your love story. Five years in the prison world together because she just had to piss off Joshua Parker. Was it worth it, Y/N? Talking back to his dear old daddy and getting stuck in the same hell? Because I wouldn’t be surprised if you secretly hate Kai for all the shit he’s pulled.”

Despite your abused state, you manage to straighten your posture to look him in the eye. “It was worth every second, Damon. I love Kai, and I would do it again and again to be with him.”

“That’s some blind devotion, I’d say.”

“Well what’s the difference between us and you and Elena? You both are a complete menace to the world, and yet continue to think your relationship is more valuable than anyone else’s life. I’d think you would agree with me, Bonnie.”

The girl hesitates to answer. Damon snaps, “don’t listen to her bullshit, Bonnie. She knows what to say to make you doubt yourself. Remember the wedding. Remember Elena. Your best friend, comatose, in a coffin. You’ll never see her again.” He smirks as he sees his manipulation working. “Go ahead, BonBon, show her she’s no match for your power. Do it for Elena. Do it for revenge.”

Revenge is the only word she needed to hear to suddenly fire a spell at you. It hits you square in the chest, knocking you off balance. Kai loses his grip on your shoulder at the unexpected move, and in that moment, Damon grabs you. His teeth threaten your neck on the side he’s not yet bitten. Any more blood loss and you might end up in a temporary coma. 

Kai’s eyes darken in pure rage and he shoots his own spell at Bonnie. It stuns her only for a second, but it’s long enough for him to push Damon off of you. You stumble out of the way as they tussle on the ground, both throwing punches like young boys rather than vampires. The method keeps Kai on top, though, more used to fighting this way. In one of his punches, Damon grabs his arm and bites down, but your boyfriend has become blind to pain and doesn’t even react. He pulls a knife from his bootstrap and doesn’t hesitate to plunge it into the man’s stomach. Damon releases a guttural scream of pain, seemingly waking Bonnie from a trance.

When she regains her bearings, she positions a spell to shoot at you. “Phasmatos I-”

Kai leaps up at the first syllable and attacks her. A punch hard enough to blacken the eye lands on her face. He then gains control of her head, locking it in his arm, while exposing her neck. “One more word,” he breathes heavily, out of breath, “and you’re dead.” He nips her skin, drawing a small bit of blood as a warning. 

“Kai,” Damon groans from the floor. “Don’t touch her.”

“You fucking hurt my girl. I told you not to do that.”

Under his grip, Bonnie sweats in fear. She holds back a whine.

Across from him, you hold onto the bookshelf to keep yourself on your feet. “Kai, don’t,” you mutter, coughing. 

He looks up at you, expressionless. “If I don’t hurt them, they’ll hurt you again.”

You look at Damon, rolling on the floor in pain. “I think they’ve learned their lesson this time. C’mon, baby, we have a chance to escape.”

“Princess, they need to pay for what they did to you.”

“And they are. Kai, you’ve beaten them. Beaten them at their own game. They thought they could take me from you? Wrong. Thought they could convince you to leave me? Wrong. Thought they could overpower us? Also wrong. We’re two of the strongest beings on this earth; they’re like ants compared to us. So let’s show them they can’t stop us, can’t control us, and get the fuck out of here. Let them wallow in their misery that you beat them not once, not twice, but three times. And let them think about how you protected me the entire time, despite whatever they think about me, or you, or our love. How’s that sound?”

Kai’s softened by your words, but his grip on Bonnie doesn’t let up. You smile at him, encouraging him to leave with you. Then, with a deep breath, he drops the witch to the ground and races towards the vampires guarding the door. Adrenaline rushes through him, making him able to kill them one-by-one with almost no fight. Their attempts to defend themselves are feeble and pointless. He strikes at their bodies, feeds on their blood, and throws them to the floor. 

When the last is bleeding out on the Salvatores’ expensive carpet, he finally looks up. Your boyfriend’s covered in blood and his eyes are black with rage, but you feel no fear. Instead, you rush towards him and collapse in his arms. The blood from his clothes drenches your own, and you smile at the parallel. 

“Kai,” you mutter.

“Yes, princess?”

“It’s just like the wedding. You, fighting for us. Me, so, so proud of you. Us, bound together in blood.” You pull away to kiss him deeply. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too, baby. Let me get you to safety, okay?”

You nod and let him pick you up bridal style. The last thing you see before he races off is the entryway, decorated in blood and fallen bodies. You lock eyes with both Bonnie and Damon, their faces full of anger and defeat. A smirk forms on your lips, and then you’re gone. 

◇◇◇◇

It’s nearly two days later that you wake up, your body exhausted from everything that happened. Your capabilities as an immortal witch unfortunately don’t include vampire-quick healing, so after Damon’s tricks and torture, you needed time to recover. 

Kai’s right there beside you, though, when you do open your eyes. He’s perched on a chair, watching you intently, with his knee bouncing at a rapid pace. The moment you come to your senses, he leans forward to cup your face in his hands. 

“Princess? How are you feeling?”

It takes you a second to reply, but after a yawn, you smile up at him. “Good. Nap was much needed. How long was I out?”

“Almost two days.”

“What?! Are we still in Mystic Falls? Has anyone come looking for us?”

“Shhh, it’s okay. Take a deep breath. Yes, we’re still here, but no, no one’s come. We’re safe.”

You listen to him and calm down a little, but your mind is still racing. “But isn’t Ric going to come for you? Or Damon? Or-?”

“No, baby, I think you scared them off,” he smirks, “reminding them that we’re two of the most powerful beings? That letting them live is a mercy? They won’t be bothering us anytime soon.”

“Well it’s the truth,” you relax, “you could’ve easily killed them, Kai. I’m proud of you that you didn’t.”

“I would have if you didn’t convince me otherwise,” he admits. 

“Don’t beat yourself up for it. I can see your improvements.”

The words are touching to him. So badly does he want to be good for you; more in control of his rage and less likely to make choices without thinking about them. You started encouraging the healthy behavior when you started dating, and have helped him with it ever since. The wedding was an exception of rightful anger, though. The Mystic Falls’ gang’s betrayal was severe, and you couldn’t blame your boyfriend for his outburst. But in smaller situations where a better option is available, Kai’s learning to take it instead of the more vicious route. 

“I, um, I was worried there for a second, Y/N.” You sit up straighter on the bed to give him your full attention. He licks his lips before continuing. “When I got to the house, it was completely silent. I was afraid they’d… I don’t know, found a way to, y’know… or hurt you so badly that you couldn’t get out, or escape, or…” 

“Hey, hey, baby, come here,” taking his hand, you guide him into the bed. He curls up beside you, head on your chest. “There’s no amount of hurt they could’ve done to me that you wouldn’t’ve been able to undo. Like I told them, they only got us because they caught me by surprise. But when it comes down to it, we will always win.” You run a hand through his hair and feel him relax. “This is why it was so quiet, Kai. I knew you’d find me, and I knew you’d give ‘em hell. Was just saving my strength so I could help in the end. That’s all.”

He presses a feather-light kiss to the exposed part of your chest. “Thank you for believing in me.”

“I always will. I trust you with my life, because I am yours.” Despite your boop on his nose, you hope to rile him up with the words. 

A moment later, he shifts. “Say that again.”

“I am yours, Kai.”

He swallows audibly hard. For a second, it’s silent, and you wonder what’s going through his head. Right when you open your mouth to speak, he jumps up to straddle your waist. 

“Hi,” you say, surprised. You can’t hold back the giggle, nor the blush, at seeing him on top of you. 

“Hi, princess.” Lips attach to your collarbone, kissing along it. A fluttering feeling begs for more and you dig your hands into his hair. He picks up on your needs immediately. Hands grip your sides as he starts to suck the skin until it’s purple. You buck your hips up into his, rolling your eyes in pleasure when he lets out a moan. Finally then does he kiss your lips. With a hunger, he kisses you deeply. He bites your lower lip and tastes the blood produced from it. 

“Kai!” You giggle.

He smiles down at you, a drop of your blood on his mouth. You swipe your finger along it, then let him suck it off. The fluttering grows, and your heart is thumping out of your chest. 

“I need you, Kai.”

He teases, “what was that?”

“I said I need you.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over your giggling, baby girl. What did you say?”

“Malachai! I need you to fuck me!”

His eyes darken and jaw tenses. You know you got to him. Whether it was the full name or the language you used, you’re not sure, but there’s no going back now. 

You breathe deeply as he moves his hand from your waist to your mouth, maintaining eye contact the whole time. He slips two fingers past your lips and nods for you to suck, then dips his fingers below your panties, finding your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, and you buck your hips again for more. 

“Who do you belong to, princess?”

“You.”

“Good girl.”

In one fell swoop, he uses his vampire speed to undress you. 

“C-can I?” You stutter, grabbing at his shirt. 

He nods. You waste no time pulling it over his head, then fumbling with his belt. Kai lets you shrug his pants down as far as you can, before he kicks them off himself and sends them to the floor. You make a grab for his visible bulge next, but miss as he sinks his body down onto yours, grinding into your leg. A quiet moan soon becomes vulgarly loud when he licks a stripe up from your navel to your breasts. In a frenzy to hold onto something, your hands find his hair again, fingers digging deep. He teases your nipples with his tongue, always loving the way they bounce. He does this every time you have sex, but you’re not complaining. His mouth upon your soft skin is a heavenly feeling. It relaxes both of you. 

But this isn’t the time for relaxing. You need him to fuck you. 

After a minute, you take charge. You suddenly flip him over so you’re on top, then waste no time stripping him of his boxers. As soon as he realizes what’s happening, Kai tries to fight. He tries to gain control again, but fails when you grab his cock in your hands. You spit on it and watch his head fall back on the pillow. Your victory is cut short when he sees the smirk on your lips. 

“I thought I owned you, princess.”

“I thought you did, too. But it was pretty easy to take over,” you challenge. 

“You’re playing with fire.”

“Come on, put me in my place, then.” 

You put your mouth on him the second he tries to sit up. 

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. 

Kai is rendered unable to fight you with your mouth around his cock. You start at the tip, teasing and sucking the slit, before taking him a little deeper each try. With one hand, you’re holding him down, while the other tugs on his balls. Used to his size, you only gag the first time that you take him fully. He moans every time your tongue runs along the thick vein on his underside, or whenever his head hits the back of your throat. 

It isn’t long before you can tell he’s close. Small tears escape the sides of his eyes and he’s a blubbering, begging mess. You debate making him wait to cum - making him fuck you first - but then his cock twitches and you know he’s not going to last that long. Besides, he’s a heretic. He’ll be hard again in two minutes tops. 

You pull off just for a minute. “Cum for me, Kai.” Then go right back to it, humming to send him over the edge. 

The vibration moves through him at the exact time he releases, shooting down your throat. He pants heavily when he’s finished, and you can’t help but to lean forward and kiss him. 

“I’m the only one that’ll ever get to fuck you,” you whisper against his lips. “Because I’m yours. Now show me how you feel about that, hm?”

Kai doesn’t know if he’s ever been more turned on in his life. He flips you onto your back immediately and holds you down by your shoulders. His tip teases your entrance, hardening again already. 

“I’m the only one that’s ever gonna fuck you, too. You’re mine. No one can look at you. No one can touch you. You’re all mine.” He slips into you without warning, making your eyes roll back in your head. “I’m never gonna let anyone hurt you again. Never gonna be away from me. You’re not gonna be two seconds out of my sight.” He’s pounding into you, finding a rhythm quickly. “Fuck, Y/N. I fucking love you.” Every emotion is seemingly pouring out of him, and you let him say what he needs to say. You love it, and love that he’s finding an outlet in you in this moment. “You’re so fucking sexy under me, and on top, and the other day, fighting for me without hesitation. Putting them in their places, and then letting them live with the fact that they lost. And you’re so hot when you’re covered in their blood. When your eyes are dark with rage. Everything you do is hot.” 

Underneath you, the hotel bed is shaking. Kai puts his arm under your neck, stabilizing you in the off-chance it breaks. His other hand finds your clit again, rubbing how he knows you like it. You can feel him deep inside, and even see a bulge in your stomach. He takes a break in his praise, leaving the only noises to be obscene sounds of sex. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeats, getting sloppy. His kisses are wet and messy all over your face. He’s close again, and you are too.

“I love you, too. Kai,” you moan out, “I fucking love you. I belong to you, and I always will.”

Kai repositions his body to try and gain back control. Being close to the edge seems to give his cock a mind of its own. In the midst of this, he hits a spot that sends pleasure throughout your body. A loud moan escapes your parted lips. He’s quick to press a kiss to them, silencing you. 

“I’m the only one that gets to hear you moan,” his breath hits your face at the proximity. You’re so close. “Cum for me, princess.”

That’s all you need to lose control. Your body shakes throughout your orgasm, and you would’ve moaned again if he weren’t kissing you. Your hands grip his shoulders, the sheets, his hair, anything that you can grab in the moment. They finally land on his waist, and you sigh heavily at the feeling of his soft skin under your fingers. 

Kai cums a second later, groaning into your mouth. He keeps his cock buried inside you as he fills you up, preventing any of it from spilling. Sweat beads at his forehead. He won’t be able to keep himself upright for much longer. As soon as he finishes, he collapses beside you, panting heavily. 

You feel his cum leaking out of you, and can’t help but to swipe a fingerful into your mouth. His eyes are on you the whole time, offering you a lopsided smile. 

“You’re perfect,” he praises. 

“I love you, Kai.”

“I love you.” He turns to you. Effects of his high are still there, but you can tell his mood has changed to something softer. “You’re mine, Y/N, but you’re also your own person. Like you taught me, people are something we love, not own.”

If it’s even possible for you to fall more in love with him, you just did. “I know. But it’s why we love each other so much that we belong to each other.”

He kisses you again, completely satiated. “Princess?”

“Mhm?”

“We’ve got each other. We’ve got this stupid Gemini book. What do you say we get the fuck out of Mystic Falls for good?”

“I’d like that very much. I’ll go anywhere with you, love.”

[littleholmes]

I reached the end of the chapter and immediately thought: “Yuji doesn’t deserve this. Megumi doesn’t deserve this. The students don’t deserve this. Where did this come from?” And then I started thinking back to those early chapters and situations when Sukuna made it clear he found Megumi interesting, and realized that this didn’t come out of nowhere, this was always going to happen.

Sukuna wanted it to happen from day one, or at least during that fight with Megumi after he ripped Itadori’s heart out. He made that deal with Itadori with this outcome in mind. He found him fascinating. He even harped on him for wasting his potential/not using his technique and energy to the fullest in the fight, and was planning to make use of that technique one day. He would have Megumi, it would just be a matter of when.

Sukuna knew they were friends so he’d remain close to this second vessel, and he also knew eventually Itadori was gonna ingest enough fingers that he could pull this off.

He was willing to wait however long it would be before he could take advantage of the circumstances, but Jogo pushed the timeline up by forcing Yuji to eat so many fingers. So now is as good a time as ever, especially with Gojo out of the way and everyone else in Itadori’s jujutsu circle who are super powerful scattered, like Yuta and Hakari, and everyone else who could stop this (or at least be aware enough to tell him to be on guard) also dispersed now so Yuji and Megumi are virtually isolated and in an optimal situation for him to get away with this.

Not to mention Tsumiki actually being Yorozu and wanting to fight Sukuna. And now there’s a rule that they can cross colonies and barriers so he can cause more damage. For Sukuna, it’s the perfect time to do what he’s been waiting for so long to do.

Idk I’m rambling and I’m gonna tag in my friend @theanimepsychologist on this one to maybe make my thoughts above make more sense but whew this chapter was a lot and it was a twist but not really because Sukuna was going to do this (or at least something along these lines to get Megumi) from the start, it was just a matter of when.

[killerpancakeburger]

Bloody nose part 2 // Miguel O' Hara

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader

Summary: You started a fight with Miguel O'hara. Now you're trying to end it.

Warnings: Canon violence, swearing.

Tags: Comedy, action, BAMF! Reader, slow burn, (Miguel needs character development).

Words: 1236 words.

Part 1. Part 3.

Naomi catches your arm to stop you from doing more.

“Wait! Don’t fight with him!”

“Why not!” You yell, your senses itching for a beating.

“He’s not alone! He has an army of thousands of spider-people.”

“Ah.”

It has the virtue of making you stop in your tracks. As much as you consider yourself nearly invincible on your best days, fighting thousands at once is out of your abilities.

Nonetheless, Miguel seems intend on fighting you, as a bunch of what you guess must be spiderwebs, shouts out of the cloud of dust created by the damaged buildings and tie your forearms together. The perspective of being tied doesn’t worry you as your strength has always made quick work of anything trying to restrain you, but their red glow makes you uneasy. Are they radioactive or something?

You easily break out of your bounds with a little show of force, just in time to see a red and dark blue blur charging at you. You wait until the last second to let yourself fall on your back on purpose, using his own momentum against him, and throw him behind you. You’re only halfway on your feet that he’s already coming back for more.

You avoid a few punches and kicks. As you try to figure out a way to neutralize him without hurting him too much, he tackles you before opening his mouth wide and bare what are undoubtedly fangs at you.

You goggle at him in horror as he tries to fucking bite you.

“What the FUCK! Are you feral! Do you need a rabies shot!”

“Stop… moving.” He replies. “It’ll all be… over soon.”

You’re so bewildered you stupidly try to squirm your way out of his hold, before doing the only thing that came to your mind to avoid having this fangs anywhere closer to your face: you shove your hand in his mouth. With one thumb on one side of it and the rest of your fingers on the other, you get a pretty good grip on his jaw.

You see the incomprehension in his eyes as he fails repeatedly to sink his fangs into your hand. You use this second of inattention to kick him in the chest. He falls back a few meters, catching the breath you knocked out of him. By the time he comes back at you, you're back on your feet and ready.

You catch the clawed hands he tried to assault you with, and from here on it’s a draw, with each of you trying to get the upper hand without getting it. What your opponent doesn’t know is that you’re holding yourself back. You could always crush the bones of his hands, but you don’t want to make things worse for yourself and Naomi.

“So? You gonna apologize for throwing a desk at my niece or do I need to throw you in another building?”

“Is it a real apology if you obtained it under duress?” he snorts with disdain.

“I’ll consider it a good start.”

You tighten your hold. He winces and tries to free himself – in vain.

Naomi tries to get involved the discussion, “It wasn’t a big deal! I have super-strength with the other spider powers…”

You knee Miguel in the stomach before releasing him. He falls on knee, holding his stomach in pain.

“Naomi.” You start, using the serious voice you have with her when dispensing life advice. “Whether you have super strength or not doesn’t matter. There is no reason for anyone to throw a desk at you. Do you understand?”

“… Yes.”

You grab Miguel by the collar and rise him above the ground despite your height difference.

“And I will never let anyone, anyone, superheroes included, hurt my family.”

He grabs your forearms in response, his claws trying in vain to break through something else than your leather jacket.

“I will not lose her like I lost her mother. Do you get it, Spiderman?”

You’re looking at him right in eyes. He stares back. You don’t know what you’re expecting to happen. That this pompous, violent, man-child with anger issues has a revelation?

Miguel sighs deeply and looks away.

“Alright. I… I’m sorry I… threw a desk at you, Naomi.”

You drop him like a bag of potatoes, forgetting that his claws are still lodged inside your jacket. You both stumble and fall flat with you on top, swearing.

You barely get the time to pick yourself up on your hands and knees that a suggestive whistle rings out, followed by voices :

“Ooh, are we interrupting something? I think we’re interrupting something, Jess.”

“Peter…”

“Cállate, Peter.” Growls Miguel under you.

Knowing you have a public makes you get up faster than you thought possible.

A Spider-man (?) wearing a raincoat and a tracksuit looks at you with a relaxed smile, while the spider-woman (?) wearing red and black next to him considers you with much more suspicion.

“I called them!” explains Naomi happy that things are settling down.

“I didn’t need back up –“ groans Miguel.

“I panicked…?” she shrugs.

You quickly grab her by the arm and drag her behind you protectively. Great. More Supers to fight if things go south.

“So", starts the one who must be Jess. "What’s going on here? Naomi didn’t take the time to explain anything.”

“All I got was “Quick! Come! No time! Miguel! Trouble!”, adds Peter.

You cross your arms and send them a defiant look.

“Just need you guys to keep your attack dog in line", – You shake your head in Miguel’s direction – "cause the next time he throws a desk at my niece I won’t be so nice.”

“Throw a desk at…", starts Peter, puzzled, before remembering, "Oh ! That time!”

“Jess” gaze goes back and forth between Miguel, covered in bruises and blood trickling from his noise, and you, who doesn’t have a scratch. Not your fault if your skin’s too hard to break.

Her eyes narrow in suspicion, “You call that being nice?”

The Peter guy seems to be the only one concerned with damage control. He posts himself between you and them, not hiding how nervous he is, but still raising his hands in each of your directions.

“Alright, alright… There’s no need to aggravate this… Miguel’s the boss so we can’t really keep him in line uh.. Ma’am, but no one will throw desk at Naomi anymore… right, Miguel?”

The two newcomers’ behaviours don’t fix your uneasiness at all. The first seems to be ready to agree to anything Miguel says, and the other, while well-meaning, looks like he has no real power over the decisions made in this… Spider-Society.

“Forget it, Peter. We already came to an agreement.”

“You… you did?” chokes Peter like this is the most incredible thing he’s ever heard, and he must have heard some as a dimensional travelling spiderman. “But you- How-“

“Naomi is quitting the Spider-Society until she’s 18.” Miguel interrupts Peter like it’s his job, not even acknowledging him. “Her aunt will fill in for her until then.”

“Are you sure?” insists Jess, with an eyebrow raised, looking at Miguel like she’s silently asking if he got hit on the head too hard.

“Don’t question me”, he groans, in a kinda sulky way.

He opens a portal, and with one last look for you before jumping in, adds “Just uses Naomi’s gizmo when you’re ready.”

You blink repeatedly on purpose to show you did not understand.

"What... what gizmo?"

But he's already gone.

"He means the watch", reply all at the same time the other spiderperson, with the touch of exasperation that comes from having to repeat the same thing an unholy amount of times.

This will be followed by a chap of the reader integrating the Spider-Society ^^

[mamawasatesttube]

happy wip wednesday thursday!!!

tagged by @deadchannelradio ty monty ily :D i'll tag... who do i know that writes. @misspickman @loisinherlane umm... im definitely forgetting some friends sorry for not having a brain but est quod est and all that. if you wanna pretend i tagged you feel free tho wahoo!

“What’s the prognosis, doc?”

Kon rests his arms atop the back of the pilot’s chair, leaning forward to peer at the yoke in Tim’s hands. The ship is flying steady for now, but the several red, flashing alerts on the screens make it pretty clear that’s not gonna hold forever, not with the damage they sustained getting the hell outta Dodge.

Kon rests his chin atop Tim’s head. “Think we’re gonna make it?”

Tim grunts. “Mn. We’re steady for now, but we don’t have more than maybe… two hours, before that last fuel pump gives out in engine three.”

Well, damn. Those Denebian space pirates just had to hit the engines, huh?

He can feel the struggling fuel pump, shuddering on the fringes of his TTK aura. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot he can do for it, even with his telekinesis; sure, he could pump the fuel through to the converter himself, but without the rotating component from the back of the pumps that completes the circuits, power won’t go through the engine, and the thrusters won’t actually ignite. So he can’t just try to pump the fuel himself to give the overworked last pump a break, and the other two that are supposed to help it are already toast.

“Well, worse comes to worst, I can always get out and push,” Kon offers, only half-joking.

Tim quirks a tiny half-smile at the front window. “I don’t think it’ll come to that, but good to know it’s an option.”

Cassie, leaning in the doorway, sighs and rakes a hand through her hair. “So then, what’s the plan? Did you find somewhere we can stop and hopefully get some spare parts to do repairs?”

“Yeah.” Tim points at the navigation screen to his left. Kon peers at it, then out at the stars. “Planet in the Goldilocks zone in orbit around Albireo.”

“Oh, Erysimon.” Kon nods in recognition. “Yeah, cool.”

“You’ve been?” Tim quirks an eyebrow.

Kon shakes his head. “Nah, not me. Heard a lil about it from Kal. He fought off Brainiac out in the Albireo system a few years back—apparently there was some time travel bullshit, you know how it is—and the Erysimians were real grateful to him for it. He said they’re a nice bunch.”

Cassie snorts. “I mean, not to doubt you, but I think he’d say that about most people. Even ones I’d wanna punt.”

Bart suddenly appears at Kon’s side, shoving past him to plop onto the armrest of Tim’s chair. Tim makes a mildly disgruntled noise but makes no true effort to dislodge him, and Bart rests his elbow on Tim’s shoulder, peering at the navi-com. “Who are we punting?”

“Nobody, Bart.” Kon lightly flicks the back of his head. “We’re talking about landing on Erysimon so we can get some scrap and fix up the third engine.”

“Oh.” Bart hums. “Yeah, we should do that. No point in me having a space-chauffeur if my spaceship is broken and won’t fly.”

“Space-chauffeur?” Tim repeats dryly.

“That’s what I said,” Bart agrees.

“You don’t even pay me.” Tim taps something on the navigation screen, then sits back in the chair, folding his arms over his chest. “How am I in your employ?”

“Classic Tim, being a space capitalist. I should’ve expected this, but it’s still disappointing.” Bart shakes his head. “Obviously I pay you in love, friendship, and taking extra fries off your hands so you don’t have to worry about them. Duh.”

 Kon can feel Tim’s shoulders shaking ever-so-slightly with repressed laughter. “Oh, right. my bad. Obviously.”

[xomakara]

Sailing Into The Unknown (002)

(re-posting from my old account seulrinnie-rinrin/xomakara-secondary)

PAIRING | OT8 x AFAB!Reader LENGTH | 2,531 words GENRE | Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Romance, Drama, Angst, Pirate!ATEEZ, Pirate!Reader, yes there will be smut (I'll put those warnings on the chapters that have them) RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MDNI TAGLIST | @chngbnwf NETWORKS | @illusionnet, @blossomnet AUTHOR’S NOTE | Chapter 2 let's go! If you also want to be part of the tag list for this series, let me know!

SITU Master | Next (coming soon)

Chapter 002

"You still throwing up there?"

You blinked as you opened your eyes to find Mingi looking down at you with concern.

"Still not used to the sea yet?" He asked, lightly squeezing your shoulder.

You shook your head. "I've never been on sea for this long. I guess I'll need some time to adjust."

"Well, as long as you're okay." Mingi grinned as he helped you stand. "How about we try something else instead? Like sparring with one of those guys? They've been impatiently waiting for a chance to fight you since you arrived here."

You chuckled softly. "Really?"

"Yeah." Mingi replied. "Seems like everyone is itching to see what you got."

"And you're not?" You raised an eyebrow.

Mingi gave you a mischievous grin. "Of course I am. But I know a losing battle when I see one. You'll just kick my ass."

You laughed as you pushed away from the railing and made your way towards the eager faces waiting for you. You noticed Hongjoong coming from his quarters and raised his eyebrows at the sudden commotion. He went to join Seonghwa, Mingi and Yeosang on the quarterdeck to watch the show that was about to ensue.

"Alright, which one of you suckers is ready for a beating?" You said as you approached the group. You cracked your neck and rolled your shoulders, the men slowly backing away.

Yunho jumped forward, sword in hand. "Ready when you are."

"Before you begin," Hongjoong yelled out. "Keep your blades sheathed. I don't need you to start killing each other just because you're getting competitive. That won't do us any good. And no using magic!"

"Yes, sir." You nodded your head. "I'll make sure to keep it clean."

"Very well then." Hongjoong nodded his head in approval. "Let's begin."

You couldn't stop smiling. The crew members looked at you curiously as you took your stance in front of them, sword still in it's scabbard and ready to strike.

Yunho moved first, attacking you without hesitation. You blocked the first few swings, knowing he wouldn't do much damage. Before he could attack again, you sidestepped his blade and struck his chest, knocking him backward onto the floor.

The men all cheered at your move.

"I know you could do better than that." You told Yunho with a smirk. "Show me what you got."

He sighed loudly as he rolled onto his back. "Damn, woman. You definitely know how to sweep a man off his feet."

"I take it you're impressed." You challenged, folding your arms over your chest.

"I am." Yunho nodded his head slowly. "I like myself a strong woman. One that can hold her own in a fight. But, damn, your moves are so swift."

"Oi, no flirting during the match!" Seonghwa yelled out, wagging his finger at Yunho. "Play fair!"

"Hey now." Yunho held up his hands defensively. "Can't help it if my opponent is a pretty little thing. She makes me lose focus."

"I'll take that as a compliment, Yunho." You laughed. In a matter of seconds, your stance and expression changed. "But if you don't mind, let's save the compliments and praise for after the match. So how about you get up now?"

"Aww..." Yunho groaned as he rose from the ground. He looked at his fellow pirate that was ready to fight. "Come on, San. Let's attack together."

"Been a while since I had some fun with a pretty lady like you." San grinned as he stepped up.

"Oi, I said no flirting!" Seonghwa barked again.

"Relax." Yeosang said next to Seonghwa. "Y/N doesn't even look fazed by both of them. She's enjoying herself just fine."

"Gonna take more than just flirting to impress me." You laughed as you easily countered San's attacks, deflecting each one with ease.

Seonghwa glanced at you momentarily. "Damn, she's fast. Too fast."

Hongjoong let out a laugh from the quarterdeck. "See?! I knew she was going to fit right in!"

You kept up your guard against the barrage of attacks thrown at you from both sides. "Yeah, I'm definitely having fun. But don't think I'm gonna go easy on you guys."

Yunho glared at you before he began striking at you from different angles, trying to find the weak spot. His technique wasn't perfect, but you could tell that he was determined to find the right moment to pounce on you.

San seemed to catch on to his strategy and followed his lead. It was enough to give you a bit of trouble, but nothing you couldn't handle.

Seonghwa seemed content with watching from the sidelines. He watched silently for several minutes before speaking up. "Looks like they're taking this match seriously. Maybe I should jump in?"

Hongjoong shook his head. "Nah. Y/N looks like she's handling herself fine. She's not called the greatest swordswoman of the Seven Kingdoms for nothing. And look at her. She's not even using magic either."

Seonghwa sighed and nodded his head. "Okay. I get it. We can wait until later."

You smirked at the exchange between the two. If you weren't mistaken, you could hear Seonghwa complaining under his breath.

You focused on the task at hand, watching closely as San and Yunho continued their assault. They seemed intent on making you crack first, wanting to push you to the point where you'd be overwhelmed by frustration.

They came at you relentlessly, attacking with speed and precision. Your reflexes were quick enough to dodge most of their blows, but a few landed close enough to your body to cause some slight stinging.

However, you remained unfazed by their attacks. No matter how much they attacked you, you didn't waver in your resolve. You continued your relentless assault on the two of them, swinging your sword with skill and precision.

It seemed as though you were gaining ground. Every single blow you dealt seemed to have an effect on San and Yunho. Both of them fought desperately to fend off your attacks, grunting and grumbling as you got the upper hand.

However, despite the intensity of their attacks, neither of them managed to land a solid hit.

"Damn, she's good." Jongho whispered to himself.

"She's fucking good." Wooyoung agreed.

The crew cheered at your victory. You clasped both San and Yunho on the shoulders, grinning from ear to ear.

"It was a good match. You guys are strong, so next time, don't hold back." You happily said. "And I'm glad to know that I'll be with formidable warriors such as yourselves."

Yunho chuckled softly. "Well, looks like we lost."

"How about we make it a tie?" San suggested. "That way, we can't say who wins."

"Sounds good." You smiled.

"Glad to have you on board Y/N." San said, slinging an arm around your shoulder. "This will be an interesting journey with you around."

"Hey I'm glad that you know how to fight!" Yunho exclaimed. "San and I won't have to worry too much about you not knowing how to defend yourself."

"Thanks." You blushed slightly, glancing at Yunho.

"Anytime." He grinned at you.

"Come on, everyone." Seonghwa spoke up, clapping his hands once. "Time to finish our training."

Once the crewmen finished the rest of their training, they went back to doing their usual duties. You were helping out Wooyoung in the galley when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

Turning around, you saw Hongjoong standing behind you, leaning against the wall.

"Ah, Captain." You greeted with a warm smile.

He smiled back, nodding his head slightly. "Hello Y/N. How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay. Everyone has been keeping me busy. Doing everything they can to make sure I adjust to life on board." You smiled as you took another piece of meat and placed it in the pot, stirring it with the ladle.

"Good. You've been getting along well with the others?" Hongjoong asked, perking up at the mention of other members. “None of them has given you any trouble?”

"So far, no. Everyone has been really friendly." You replied with a nod. "Of course, there have been some instances of flirting, but it’s mostly been coming from Yunho and San. And occasionally Mingi."

"Ah yes, the flirting." Hongjoong said, chuckling lightly. "It’s probably been months since they’ve last seen a woman. Much less travel with one.”

"Are you implying that you miss your chance of seeing women?" You raised an eyebrow, causing him to chuckle again.

"Never mind." He chuckled. "The crew is harmful so you needn’t worry about your virtue being lost.”

“Who’s to say my virtue hasn’t already been lost?” You teasingly muttered. “I have traveled far and wide before joining the crew after all.”

“Oh hush now. You can’t be saying things like that.” He chastised, placing his hand over his heart. “You’re a lady after all.”

“Captain. Y/N.” Wooyoung looked at the both of you in disgust. “Are you two seriously flirting in here? Get out of my galley if you’re going to do that.”

Hongjoong let out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, alright. We’ll behave ourselves.”

After clearing the rest of the pots, you finally had some free time. As you made your way towards your room, you ran into Seonghwa walking in the opposite direction.

“Oh, Seonghwa. Where are you headed?” You asked, stepping aside to allow him through.

“I’m heading down to the cargo hold. Wanna join me?” Seonghwa asked, motioning towards the staircase.

Smiling, you decided to tag along with him. Afterall, it would probably give you a better idea of what he does everyday.

The two of you walked side by side down the stairs and into the cargo hold.

There were several crates scattered around the area. Most of them were stacked high, filling the entire floor of the cargo hold. Others were broken and scattered across the ground, having fallen off of the crates.

Seonghwa made his way over to one of the crates that had fallen on the ground, bending down to pick it up.

You followed suit, reaching down to pick up another crate.

When you finally picked up the final crate, you turned around and found Seonghwa kneeling in front of a tall crate, pulling out a sword from inside.

“That's a beautiful sword." You curiously asked, admiring the beautiful black blade.

“Do you want it?" Seonghwa asked, looking up at you with his piercing eyes.

“I can't take something so beautiful as that!" You shook your head. "Besides, I have my own sword.”

Seonghwa eyed you thoughtfully for a moment before handing you the sword.

“Why don’t you keep this? It might come in handy later on.” He offered. "Just think of it as a welcoming gift for joining the crew.”

Holding the sword in your hand, you admired its beauty. Its long, elegant blade made from a shimmering black metal was certainly not something you'd see every day. It felt good in your hands, feeling surprisingly light despite the fact that it was larger than your own.

Seonghwa smiled as you watched you admiring the weapon. "I was right. Seems like that sword chose you."

"Hmm?" You blinked, lowering the sword and turning to look at him.

"That sword is a legendary treasure by the legendary smith named Byeon Jeong.” He explained. “The legend states that anyone who possesses it will be granted with great power to protect the people. And it looks like it chose you."

"But why me? Wouldn't the captain or Yunho or one of the others be better suited for it?"

"As much as Captain admires the sword, he has a legendary sword of his own. Everyone else...well, the sword doesn't seem to favor them as much. San told me that it felt too heavy in his hand despite the man being so muscular, and Yunho said it just felt weird to hold it. But you..." He paused, his expression softening. "Y/N, that sword chose you. Don't forget that."

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, giving him a small smile. "Thank you, Seonghwa."

“It’s nothing. Besides, you deserve it." He chuckled. "Now let’s get to work.”

Together, you began stacking the crates on top of each other. You worked diligently, your focus solely on putting the crates back together. The crates were heavy, making it a bit tiring work, but you didn’t complain.

After several minutes of working, you stopped for a breather, lifting your shirt to wipe away the sweat that had gathered under your arms.

Suddenly, you heard someone speak from behind you. “Here, let me help.”

Turning around, you saw Yunho, a huge grin plastered across his face.

"Wow, I'm impressed. I didn't know you could stack so many crates so fast." He complimented. "Beautiful, deadly, and strong? I think I'm in love."

Rolling your eyes, you responded. “Yeah yeah, come and help me lift this heavy crate, you goofball."

Yunho chuckled, grabbing the crate and hoisting it onto his shoulder.

Together, the two of you lifted and stacked the rest of the crates in no time.

“This sure is tiring work, huh?” You grunted, catching your breath.

"Is our Y/N tired already?" Yunho teased.

"You guys had me participate in a sparring match, I helped Wooyoung in the galley and now lifting crates." You panted. "I don't think I've done this much physical labor in years."

"But look at your toned arms." Yunho cooed, tracing his finger along your arm. "It's obvious that you're doing very well. Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough."

Leaning against a crate, you looked up at him. "I'm going to be too muscular if I keep this up."

Seonghwa let out a laugh. "You're not going to become muscle bound. I'll stop you if you start bulking up."

"Thank you sir." You gave him a thumbs up, earning a wink from him.

"Come on, you two. Let's go get dinner." Seonghwa suggested.

With a nod, you stood up, helping Yunho carry the last few crates.

After grabbing a helping of stew, you sat next to San, who was staring intently at you. He didn't say anything, but continued watching you eat, smiling when you accidentally spilled some food on your shirt.

"Ah, fuck." You groaned, hastily trying to wipe the food off.

"It's nice to hear a lady curse." San commented, chuckling. "Most girls these days are so prim and proper that they barely use foul language."

You shrugged. "I'm not like most girls."

"That's right, you're the exception." He chuckled. "I guess I should thank you for being so different. It's refreshing to talk to someone like you. Someone who doesn't shy away or afraid to associate with pirates."

"Life on the battlefield taught me to adapt to any situation." You replied. "So of course I'll befriend pirates and accept the crazy things they do. You guys can all be assholes sometimes, but that doesn't mean I won't get to know you. It's only been a few weeks since I've joined the crew, but I actually enjoy being here."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. You're gonna fit in just fine with us. I know you'll make friends quickly because of your warm personality." San encouraged. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'm here for you, okay?"

"Thanks, San." You smiled. "I appreciate it."

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Tomorrow (Drabble)

Pairing: Damian Priest x Reader Word Count: 855 Description: Damian is trying to do what’s best for both of you, but old habits die hard.

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Tomorrow, I'm gonna leave here I'm gonna let you go and walk away Like every day I said I would And tomorrow, I'm gonna listen To that voice of reason inside my head Telling me that we're no good 

“I thought we agreed that last time was the last time.”

“We did but I really could use your company tonight Damian please. Before we were anything else we were friends. I know it won’t work as friends right now but tonight that’s all I’m asking for.”

Sighing he closed the door resting his head against the cold metal for a moment. He was weighing his options, leaving and drowning himself in his own sorrows with the bottle. Or staying and risking his heart being torn apart again by the fact that this wasn’t good for either of them. He wasn’t a weak willed person by any means, but when her hand rested softly on his arm he knew there was no turning away.

“This has to be the last time, tomorrow I’m going to leave. I’m going to listen to my inner voice and do what’s best for the both of us. I don’t want to keep hurting and I don’t want to keep hurting you. This relationship isn’t good for us anymore. We’re not good for each other.”

But tonight I'm gonna give in one last time Rock you strong in these arms of mine Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow We're like fire and gasoline I’m no good for you you’re no good for me We only bring each other tears and sorrow But tonight, I'm gonna love you like there's no  “I know we aren’t.”

She softly sighed as she took his hand leading him upstairs to the bedroom where they had spent so many nights together. It was the scene for endless nights of loving and passion. But also countless disagreements and arguments. Tears of hurt and anger that seemed like an endless cycle. They weren’t good for each other and they both knew it.

Damian couldn’t help the shudder that went through him as he stepped inside, it had been two months since he’d been in here last. Two months of trying to forget the hold she held on him.

“I just need you to hold me tonight, it doesn’t have to be anything else.”

“Now we both know it’s going to end up being more, it always does.”

Climbing into bed Damian pulled her close to his chest; she still fit like a missing puzzle piece. Her head resting over his heart he knew this was a mistake. They weren’t good for each other, it was like a mix of fire and gas. The explosion that occurred after usually left a lot of damage.

Tomorrow, I'll be stronger I'm not gonna break down and call you up When my heart cries out for you And tomorrow, you won't believe it But when I pass your house I won't stop No matter how bad I want to 

She knew it wasn’t fair asking him to come here; they were both trying to heal but she couldn’t help herself. Damian was the one person in this world who knew everything about her and still loved her, well she wasn’t even sure of that anymore. It wasn’t just on her tho there had been countless times Damian would drive past her house in the past and no matter how many times he told himself not to stop he would.

She couldn’t help the tears welling up as Damian pressed a kiss to the top of her hair. This felt good, it felt familiar and right now she wouldn’t care if tomorrow never happened.

Baby, when we're good, you know we're great But there's too much bad for us to think That there's anything worth trying to save

Damian laid there listening to her steady breathing as he held her close, it would be so easy to just fall back into the same pattern. It wasn’t always bad there were periods of time where things would be going perfectly for them and he really thought they had a chance at happiness. But something always came along and there was just too much bad for them to try again.

He loved her more than he had ever loved someone before. But this needed to be the last time they both deserved better, a heart could only handle so much heartbreak before it stopped working.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna leave here I'm gonna let you go and walk away Like every day I said I would

When tomorrow finally arrived Damian pressed a kiss to her forehead, slipped from the bed and quietly went downstairs. Leaving her a small note he made his way out to his car, staring out the window at the house that held so many memories for him.

Pulling out of the driveway he gave one last glance, and then drove away without looking back. It may hurt terribly now, he may have regrets but tomorrow was a new day. A fresh start to the rest of his life.