#grace writes

[eusuntgratie]

after hours firstprince, E, a little less than 3k

Henry’s on the precipice of an anxiety attack when he finally sees it–a small building up ahead with an old weathered sign that says “Diaz Automotive.” This must be the place the woman from the horrible parking lot told him about.

this is really just an excuse to think about alex in a sweaty white tank and coveralls covered in grease 🫦

thank you @bigassbowlingballhead for the title and the help and the beta and the everything ilu mwah 😘

[underforeversgrace]

I'd say I'm sorry but it'd be a lie tbh.

[v1olentdelights]

Just saw the Barbie movie, so a quick thought???

Spencer reid x reader There are no spoilers, but just to be safe, don't read unless you've seen the movie.

Spencer and you had finally had a day off, and though your work colleagues invited you to hang out with them, you already had plans.

"Do I really have to wear this?" Spencer complains about his pink sweater vest.

"Yes, Spence! I tried to make it as comfortable as I could for you. Everyone is doing it, and I want to as well. Plus, you can't say no to me, right?" You heard him huff and then shuffle around the living room. Presumably looking for his keys and wallet. Though they were in your room, so you grabbed them as you walked out.

"Do you know where my..." He trailed off as he saw your outfit. Pink, that was the first and only word that came to mind.

"What do you think?!" Passing him the keys and wallet you twirled about and smiled happily. He took longer than you expected to answer, and it made your heart drop a bit. Was this too much? You didn't want to go crazy, but you wanted to have fun.

But as he stepped closer to you, a smile grew on his face. He reached for your hand and spun you around before pulling you close.

"You are the most stunning Barbie I have ever seen." He kissed you all over your face causing you to pull back.

"Don't ruin the makeup, baby!" You rushed over to the couch to pick up your zip up before pulling him out the door.

~~~~

Handing you a tissue from his pocket, you gratefully took it. Spencer then moved to rub your back gently.

The movie had ended, and your heart felt a little less heavy. All those years ago, you remember playing with your Barbie, all the places you brought her. She was your best friend, someone you confided in about all the trivial arguments you had with your mother.

Stepping out of the theater was almost worse. It felt like you were saying goodbye to part of your childhood again. But you leaned on Spencer, much like you always have, because he was your rock. He was your Allan.

Wiping your nose before quickly discarding the tissue, you kissed Spencer on the cheek, his nose scrunched up as you did.

"Thank you for coming with me, Spencer. That meant a lot." You could still hear the stuffiness in your nose. But he just looked down at you and smiled, something shining in his eyes.

"Of course, sweetheart." He returned the kiss with one of his own to the top of your head.

On your way out, you saw turns of pink going out and in of the theater. Though someone caught your eye.

"Y/N!!! SPENCER!!!" You heard the familiar heel clacking and the heavy boots scuffing the ground. Then you almost got tackled by Penelope without even getting a good look at her. She squeezed you incredibly tight. You could hear Derek patting Spencer on the shoulder.

"Did you guys just watch it, too?" Spencer questioned, though when Penelope pulled back, and you got a good look at her face, you could tell the answer. If you were the definition of pink right now, Penelope was double pink. And she looked gorgeous.

"You got dragged into watching it, too?" Derek chuckled. But you saw how his eyes were the slightest bit puffy. "I thought the ending was a bit... eh."

Yours and Penelopes heads snapped towards him. Then he looked like a deer caught in headlights. Spencer even looked a bit taken back.

"What?!" You and Penelope asked in unison.

"Well, I just mean, I wish they showed more with the mom and Barbie. You know?" He crossed his arms, not once breaking eye contact.

In a moment, the rage that had built in you dulled. That made sense. It ended perfectly in your opinion, and Derek's point was valid.

"Okay. You get a pass, Derek Morgan, that was a reasonable thought." Penelope announced. "Now, shall we go get some ice cream? It's the boys' treat!" She exclaimed as she linked arms with you. The boys laughed before following.

[pangborns]

I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before.

sejanus plinth x fem!reader.

in a last ditch effort to challenge his friend’s beliefs, Coriolanus puts you in danger.

warnings: tbh anything for the movie, angst, death, reader is hanged. lmk if I missed anything pls. (I know this is sooo short and tbh not edited at all, but I just wanted to post for my bby Sej)

His fingers dug into your cheeks, forcing you to look at him as he snarled at you. “Enough of this foolishness.” The blonde spoke through gritted teeth. “You’re going to tell Sejanus to call off the plan.”

Your eyes hardened as you tried to rip your head from his grip. “I will not.” Your gaze softened as you grabbed his other hand, “Coriolanus, come with us.” The pleading didn’t seem to get you far.

He laughed, humor lacked the gesture but he finally let go of your cheeks. Fingerprint sized bruises started to show under the candlelight.

You could still hear the beautiful voice of Lucy Gray performing in the next room over. And you suspected Sejanus was just starting to wonder where you had run off to.

Coryo wiped his hands anxiously up and down his dirtied PeaceKeeper uniform. He started to pace around the small room, hand now running through his recently buzzed hair. “I don’t want to have to do this.” He spoke.

“Do what? Coryo, you don’t have to do anything.”

Coriolanus chuckled, his Adam’s apple bobbing as sweat was now visible on his brows. “Call off the plan or I will have you arrested, (Y/N).”

Your face paled. The sound of song from outside was no longer comforting as all you could hear was your own uneven breathing. “What?” You spoke breathlessly.

“Don’t make me say it again.” He seemed torn. “I will do what I must to ensure my best friend does not become entranced by your ideas of treason.”

You took a step back, arms wrapping around yourself in comfort. You shook your head, tears starting to roll down your flushed face. “No, no I won’t.”

Coriolanus’ jaw ticked as he looked up at the ceiling, reaching for the handcuffs attached to his belt. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

The walk through the tavern was a blur. Your face was a deep red, the images of other District 12 citizens watching as Coryo escorted you out were burned into your brain. Lucy Gray’s song came to an abrupt end as she took in the scene.

“(Y/N)!” Sejanus hopped from his seat on a bar stool and ran over to the pair. “What’s going on? Coriolanus?”

“Sit down, Sejanus.” Coryo spoke quietly.

“What are you doing to her?” Sejanus grew angrier. “(Y/N), honey, are you okay?” He grabbed your shoulder, halting the duo as he looked you straight in the eye. A shy tear made it’s way down your cheek, being caught by Sejanus’ calloused thumb as he now cradled your face.

Coriolanus roughly maneuvered you out of his friend’s grip and out of the rickety building.

••

“They’re going to hang me, Sejanus.” You spoke softly, accepting your fate as you rested your head against the metal bars separating you and your love.

“That’s not going to happen. I won’t allow it.” Sejanus’ jaw ticked as he stood straighter, set on putting a stop to this. “Is Coryo involved in this?”

You hesitated, but that was enough confirmation for the boy. “He-“ You stopped yourself, thinking your next few words carefully. “He knows, Sej. After me, you’re next.”

Sejanus swallowed, eyes widening. “He wouldn’t do that, not to us.”

“That’s what I thought.” Your voice cracked, sliding to a seated position against the bars. He mirrored you, leaning his head against where yours sat.

The two of you breathed in a comfortable silence, basking in each other’s presence before Sejanus made a move to stand. You looked up at his frown before joining him in his stance. “PeaceKeeper duties?” A small laugh.

Sejanus confirmed with a sad smile. “I’ll be back right after, I promise.”

And he was gone.

••

Cold tears drenched your puffy face as two PeaceKeepers dragged you through the crowd. You knew there was no use in fighting it, but your rebel heart couldn’t deny itself the effort.

You successfully elbowed one in the jaw, causing the other to spin around and knock you in the stomach. Your breath was immediately gone, leaving you gasping as other District 12 citizens watched on.

A familiar face. Lucy Gray.

You managed eye contact with the songbird. She knew who did this to you, you made sure of that. As the girl opened her mouth, making a move to stand up for you, you quickly shook your head. You weren’t going to drag anybody down with you.

Eventually you broke through the crowd, being met with the sight of the ominous wooden platform.

“(Y/N).” A broken whisper.

You looked up, meeting Sejanus’ eyes. He seemed to be stuck in a state of disbelief. Tears collected on his waterline, but refused to pour over.

The PeaceKeeper’s grips tightened as you froze. “Sej.” Your voice was watery, cracking as you tried to convince yourself you weren’t scared.

As the PeaceKeeper’s continued to yank you towards your inevitable demise, Sejanus took a protective step forward. Screw the Capitol, screw the PeaceKeepers. He had tunnel vision, hoping to get you out of harm’s way as effectively as possible.

A cold hand grabbed his elbow, successfully halting the boy. Coriolanus.

Sejanus watched through blurry vision as you shook while walking up the steps. He couldn’t will himself to move, not after Coryo’s firm hand was wrapped into his flesh.

His mouth parted, trying to form words as they placed you meticulously over the trap door.

You gulped, chin up, looking straight ahead. Feigning bravery was always your specialty, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to fail you now.

Sweet brown eyes met yours in the crowd. Once again, Lucy Gray hopelessly watched your doom play out. You gave her a subtle nod of appreciation and turned to your left, looking down at the two familiar PeaceKeeper uniforms.

Sejanus stood in front of Coriolanus, heartbroken as a million thoughts rushed through his head. Move, dammit! He tried to will himself.

You could just make out the small smirk playing on Coryo’s face as he realized he had won this round. As the scratchy rope was placed over your head, you focused solely on Sejanus.

The tears finally poured over, the both of you with matching looks of despair. “I love you.” You mouthed, before feeling the floor beneath you disappear.

The last thing you heard was Sejanus’ broken cry of your name.

[eruri-brainrot]

Writing time :)

[nerdy-stilinski]

Fic Reveal

Hey y'all!! I'm super super excited -- today is reveal day for the 2023 Sterek Reverse Bang, and I'm pumped to share the fic I wrote for Klam (@1989dreamer)'s absolutely awesome artwork!!

last night, i woke the fuck up

Rating: Teen for language

Word count: 18k (!!)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Royalty, prince!Derek, bard!Stiles, Amnesia, Fake Marriage (sort of!), Evil Kate Argent

Summary: Crown Prince Derek Hale of Triskele decides the best way to get a taste of freedom from his upcoming marriage to one Lady Kate Argent is to run away. He's woefully unprepared to meet Stiles, a traveling bard who seems... familiar .

Or, alternatively, in which Derek Hale is a runaway prince, and Stiles is just his bard.

i'd love it if y'all checked it out and appreciated her artwork!!!

[royaibrainrot]

I keep meaning to end my secret santa royai oneshot but the royai demons keep overtaking me and now they’re kissing whoops

[vaguekiwi]

"mr. perfectly fine" by taylor swift angsty fic any ship any pairing go

-jae

oh you mean the Parksborn song 😌

San Pellegrino

Read on Ao3

Peter's life has never gone in order. He learned to drive before learning to ride a bike. He started working before he graduated high school. He even got his degree late.

But now Peter has settled into work, into life, into being 25. And he's ready to meet someone — his someone, if possible. Maybe the internet will help him find his perfect match.

[inked-out-trees]

Jonathan gets hit by a piano and gets unstuck from time.

(took a scroll through my writing tag and discovered that i never actually shared my jonathan fic to tumblr. whoops! here you go!)

[screameddie]

you’re in love

pairing: college reader!x joseph quinn

summary: fluff, swearing, absolute cuteness<3 i haven’t written in forever but i plan on turning this into a series. please let me know what you think!

crisp cool air. the smell of cigarettes lingering on your clothes. flashes of skin glimmering in the streetlight. headlights shining in your eyes. you’re not sure what god gave you him- how you even deserved someone who looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him from washing ashore. you stared out the hazy window, grasping your cardigan over your torso to somewhat close the whole beginning to form in your chest, aching, burning. one moment you were on top of the bookshelf and now you’re shoved under the bottom, beginning to collect dust. As you gazed out the window, flashes of him racked your brain. the way he would grasp your waist from behind when he came home from work, to the way he’d look at you in the passenger seat, his own personal heaven. hair blowing in the wind, your demure smile was something he swore to god he’d had ingrained in his head.

you wished your lips didn’t remember the way his engulfed yours- sometimes a graceful peck and other times he set them ablaze with his tongue trying to remember every wrinkle and line of your mouth. you began to walk towards your bed and sat down with a sigh, you knew it wasn’t in your best interest to call him- but my god you felt to compelled to. you dialed his number, pacing back and forth in your room- the old wood floors creaking. you despised yourself for seeming so desperate, so stupid. your pulse beating in ears and the other end finally clicked.

“hey” you managed to croak out. you sounded pitiful, you had no intentions of calling him, you just wanted to say something, anything. The last time you and joseph had talked everything ended in a strewn of curse words and you grasping on to the hope that he would feel the same as you. he left you in the early morning and everything reminded you of him. his ashtray sitting on the glass coffee table, the same marbled coffee mug he used leaving stains on the mail by the front door. you cursed yourself for thinking that you and him could ever work, two lovers on opposite ends of being in love and loving each other.

“hey, I didn’t expect to hear from you since how we left things last time, but i have some of your clothes in my car if that’s why you called.” he spoke with a twinge in his voice, as if by talking to you he was being opened up from the inside out, the same way you felt when he shut the goddamn door in your face that early morning.

you made your way back to your bed, your leg bouncing up in down in a fit of nerves. “i was just calling, I’m not sure why. I guess i just wanted to hear your voice again. how are you doing?” you lied through your teeth. you wanted nothing more than for him to knock on your door and to kiss you so hard that you forgot your name, the only name on your mouth to be his. your thoughts began to race. debating if you should tell him to drop your clothes off as an excuse to stitch the wound, but you knew damn well it was like pouring alcohol on a cut.

“I’ve been better, just busy with work and trying to keep my self busy. not to mention college kicking my ass and trying to find a new apartment. but if you’re not busy now i know it’s late- but I can drop off your clothes. i know i have a few of your favorite shirts here.” he replied slow, but you swore he sounded ecstatic to talk to you. in the moment you had began to grin, your stomach churning. everything was bittersweet.

“sure, I’m not sure if you still have a key, but I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.” with that he spoke a quick “okay” and you placed your phone on the nightstand. how did you agree to meet with the man that you begged yourself not to fall back into, you had fallen into a rabbit hole of him. trudging your way to living room you were reminded of every piece he left here. his shoes left in the hallway beckoning him to come back, an empty pack of cigarettes sitting on the counter in the kitchen, his shirt smelling of cologne in the corner of your bedroom that you refused to wash.

a knock on your door. a rush of blood to your stomach. the flickering porch light. his eyes opaque in the amber light. you told yourself you’d be fine, that you would feel nothing. Now he’s standing on your porch and everything flew out the window, as if you intended him to come back.

“hey, come in.” you spoke in a soft voice, trying not to make eye contact with him or you’d open your mouth and not be able to shut the stream of words that would come out. he gave you a light smile and looked around, you hadn’t changed the place since the argument two months ago on that fateful morning. he began to speak in a shaky voice and cleared his throat.

“do you think we could talk? i could tell you wanted to on the phone, but i didn’t want to seem like the shitty ex begging to have you back when I’m the one that left you. if you don’t want to i understand.” you stood a few feet from him as he began to lean against the the front door, staring at you like it’s the last thing he’d ever do. you weren’t expecting him to want to talk. To go back to the way things were, you strolled to him, closing the gap between you in him. the smell of cigarettes on his breath, the hint of amber on his clothes from his cologne you bought him for his birthday. you hand reached to caress his face, your eyes gazing back at his and it felt like heaven- it felt like hell because what if this doesn’t work- but before you could speak he fluttered his lashes to look your face up and down and pressed his lips to yours. the kiss was slow, agonizingly slow. it was the answer you’ve been looking for this whole time, the answer that you prayed to god you’d get.

@lovesthunder @prettyboyeddiemunson @theultraviolencesblog @eagerbby @starryeyedmunson @mallgothmunson @genyasglockk

[falconcoast]

an eye for an eye | childe x reader | prologue.

prologue; the vortex vanquisher

masterlist

next chapter ➙

as the professor’s right hand for the last five years, you know how to do a job efficiently and quickly. this mission, to go hunt down a seventh-century replica of a spear called the vortex vanquisher, is no different.

a/n: welcome to the aefae reboot! you might notice that this fic is formated much differently than any of my other ones. that’s because i gave myself the ick when writing in lowercase LMAOOOOO !!!!!  anywho, enjoy this story about thieves and heists and enemies who really really hate one another!  

tw: violence (non-graphic), swearing

Thieving was like a game of chess. 

You pushed a few pawns around (in this case, the handful of guards you beat up and left knocked out on the floor earlier). You always had to be one step ahead of your opponent, moving right under their nose. You didn’t irrationally jump on any opportunity you could and there was a strategy for everything (like beating up the aforementioned guards instead of sweet-talking your way into the cellar). 

If thieving was like chess, you must be the grandmaster. 

And now, it was time for your next play. 

The cellar was silent when you stepped into it, and unlike the party you had just left. The old scent of oak barrels and finely aged wine permeated the basement. Carefully, you navigated the dark room, oblong case in hand.

You hurried, weaving through the dimly lit shadows of the cellar. Your earpiece buzzed, but you drowned out the noise with a soft tut. Laying your eyes on a clothed set of boxes, you perked up. Yanking off the fabric, you quietly pried open the biggest box. You licked your lips. It was just the right size for your case. 

It glimmered in the dull light of the room, as if it was truly as sacred as the myths would say. It was a seventh-century replica of the Geo Archon’s spear--the Vortex Vanquisher. The tip looked like it was solid gold, and the bronze metal looked like it had never been touched before. Putting on gloves, you opened up the case you carried with you. Delicately, you secured it into place in cushioned velvet. The Professor was going to very pleased with you.

Attaching the case to your back, you whistled as you walked away from the crime scene. You stepped over the unconscious guards, entering yourself back into the grand party. You dusted yourself off and slipped into the crowd. 

Your exit was under a hundred steps away, up the stairs and on the rooftop. If you could just manage to get to the staircase--

“Sorry, but this area is restricted to people on the guest list. Mr. Ji’s strict orders,” the security guard said as you attempted to start up the stairs. You fought the urge to purse your lips. “Are you on the list?”

“Ah, apologies,” you lied. You were never sorry. Motioning to your case, you smiled. “I’m one of the musicians for Mr. Ji’s quartet upstairs.”

Without much fight back, he moved aside to let you through. You smirked. Too easy, you commended yourself. 

Up the second flight of stairs, you navigated through the crowd again. It wasn’t your type of party. In fact, you didn’t like any sort of large parties like this. People danced around you with flutes of champagne, oblivious to your crime. You casually passed through, keeping your head down low. At the next staircase, you used the same excuse of being a musician to allow you through. 

At your final flight of stairs was where you met trouble. “I’m a musician for Mr. Ji’s quartet on the third floor. I play the oboe,” you smiled as nicely as you could, showing off your case that definitely did not hold the seventh century model of the Vortex Vanquisher. 

“I see. Well, I’ll have to check that case for a moment, and then I can let you up there.” 

You swore internally, but took off the case on your back. Briefly gazing around, you noticed that there was no one else around this area with the stairs. You supposed now was a good time as any to be a little indulgent with your strategy. And besides, the Professor wasn’t in your earpiece to guide your moral compass north. 

As you placed a hand on the buckles, you quickly jutted the front end of the case into his chin. Without a second to process the attack, you ran up the stairs and jutted the bottom of it into the back of his head. You didn’t need to spare a glance to know he was on the floor. 

Pressing into your earpiece, you ran up a flight of stairs. “This is Chariot to the base. Xiao, you there?” you said, opening up a door to a set of emergency exits. “Are you on the rooftop yet?” 

“No, about three minutes out,” he replied, a little too casually for your liking. You scoffed--you had two minutes at best until someone noticed any of those unconscious guards. 

“Hurry it up! We don’t have all day!” you scolded, sharply turning to get up the stairs. He mumbled something incoherently, but you heard the bits and pieces of swears. 

Traversing up the stairs, you awkwardly climbed with the case in hand. At the bottom of the stairwell was the sharp shout of security guards. Mr. Ji sure has a lot of guards, you thought to yourself. You noted that you should probably not take a commission the morning of. 

Bursting through the rooftop door, you were pleased to see Xiao rolling in with the helicopter. Standing at the edge, you let the wind touch your heated skin. Adrenaline still rushed through your body, tensing your muscles in waves. Your tensed fist around the case handle almost loosened. 

Your peaceful moment was ruined by the sound of the door pounding. You scowled, cursing yourself for not locking the door. Looking around, XIao was only a few hundred feet away. The helicopter door swung open as he swooped down to your level. The case you had was by no means aerodynamic, but it was light enough to throw around. Briefly looking around, you calculated your choices. 

Bracing the case on your shoulder, you flung the case on the floor of the helicopter, satisfied when it landed in the dead center. Looking behind you, security was within an arms’ length to you. Motioning over to Xiao, you indicated that he needed to keep heading right and quickly. He dipped down slightly, whirring blades just below you. 

Taking a running start, you sprinted along the length of the rooftop’s edge before jumping over the side. Below you, the Harbor’s minuscule cars and street lights were in the palm of your hand. 

Security looked on in shock as you hung from the landing skids with one arm. You grinned, launching yourself up into the enclosure with the case. Slamming the door shut, you carefully cradled the case as you laid on the back seats. That was more than enough excitement today, and you were sure that your boss would be pissed that you had made such a close call. 

Xiao looked at you in the rearview mirror. “All good back there?” he asked, as he swung the helicopter over the skyline. 

“Doing just fine,” you nodded. 

“By the way, that big coat you love so much—the one with the belt, I think—is right here.” 

He opened up the middle compartment, and threw you a heap of fabric. You caught it, cherishing the sleek, black fabric and its long collar and coffee-colored buttons. 

Closing your eyes, you smiled. Another mission well done for the Chariot. 

Xiao soon dropped you and your case off at the front, thankfully hedged private lawns of the Liyue Museum of Arts and Culture. It was the centerpiece of the adjacent university, where you studied as a graduate student. Walking on the marble stairs, you walked through the veranda. Statues of the seven archons watched with steely eyes as you slipped to the back end of the museum. Momentarily, you stared up at Focalors, whose gaze looked especially sharp in the moonlight. Turning away, you slid your key card into an adjacent door and entered with a soft whoosh! of your coat. 

 As a volunteer educator and guide, by day, you were giving tours about the city’s myths after class. You passed by the grand murals that dated back several centuries ago, where Rex Lapis charged head on with his army of adepti against dragons and miasmas. You smiled to yourself; that one was your favorite. You were responsible for its rightful return two years ago, after a third of it had been stolen. 

Taking a left, you entered into a hallway and slid your keycard again. You opened the plain looking door, which opened into a darker entryway. Black walls held up portraits of significant donors, painted in delicate, yet moody colors. Their eyes were on you as you passed by. The case began to feel especially heavy in your hands.  

At the end of the hall was a large set of golden doors. Up the sides snaked the dragon form of Rex Lapis, scales worn from time. In the center was a state-of-the-art keypad and retina scanner. You plugged in the password, stared into the scanner, and let the wind brush your face as it creaked open. 

Your boots hit the floor of the office with deafening clicks, along with your black coat rustling. The room had a similar scheme to the former hall: black walls, gold detailing, and oddities along the table behind the sofa set. You looked down at the most interesting one, which was a pair of scales tilting back and forth perpetually. 

At the front of the room was a large, honey-colored desk with a black chair to accompany it. Behind it was a large flatscreen attached to the wall above an empty, chiseled fireplace. It showed a gallery of the museum’s newest exhibits, and displayed several iconic pieces of art that belonged to the institute. 

“Professor,” you addressed to the back of the chair. Placing the case gently on the desk, you slid it over. “I come bearing gifts.” 

Slowly, the man in question turned around. He wasn’t just your professor at the graduate school, but the most well-known museum curator in Liyue--maybe even the world. His long, chestnut-colored hair swept over his shoulder and his glasses sat pointedly on the edge of his nose. His suit coat hung off of his shoulders, and his hands were busy with a red pen and a stack of papers. Placing a fist on his cheek, his amber eyes lightened and he leaned into the side of his chair. 

“Why, hello to my protege,” he greeted. “Perfect timing. I got notice from Xiao that you finished. He sent me your case rundown earlier.” 

“We’re alone, Professor. You can just say my name. There’s no need for formalities,” you said in a typical routine. He smiled like a parent who appreciated their child’s silly advice. 

Sliding open his drawer, he pulled out a pair of black gloves. Slipping them open, he flexed his hands before taking the case from you. 

As he took out the spear from its velvet case, you smiled. Professor Zhongli was always so happy when given an artifact or art piece, and could list off an endless amount of facts about it. It felt right when you gave him what you stole back, as he was the only one with the network to present it back to the communities or museums that they belonged to. 

Standing up, he wielded the weapon with ease, as if he had done this several times before. He spun it, threw it up in the air, and caught it. You gaped openly at him while he chuckled jovial laughter. You felt slightly concerned that the Professor was wielding an artifact in this manner, but you’d seen him do much stranger things.  “Seems like I’ve still got it,” he grinned, brandishing his spear and holding it at the hilt. 

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he dismissed before caressing the end. “A perfect replica of Rex Lapis’ Vortex Vanquisher. This particular copy was discovered in the seventh century, but its handiwork is reminiscent of a time before that. It is divine, in a way. It is a miracle that it has not eroded away with time. To think it was stuck in a basement all this time…what a waste. It’s good to see that it is back in its rightful home after nearly three decades of it being missing. After all, the historical society donated it for the purpose of education.”

��It’s truly nice,” you nodded. 

He set down the spear and sat down. Professor motioned that you do the same, and you obeyed without hesitation. “The funds will be transferred to your bank account tomorrow morning, as per usual,” he began, crossing his legs. “But, dear Chariot, I believe we need to have a talk about your behavior while out on a mission. Especially for the heist I have planned for you.”

You froze in place, affronted by his criticism yet intrigued by what he might imply. For the last six months, the professor hinted about the grandest heist yet. You thought nothing could top your thieving back of the mural, or the time you stole back a pair of earrings supposedly owned by an ancient adeptus, or the time you took centuries-aged wine away from an underground auction. But the way he made it sound was like he was 

Narrowing your eyes, you crossed your arms. “I’m listening,” you replied. 

“In the rundown, Xiao reported that you took a running start and jumped off of a forty-story building, in which he had to swiftly catch you,” he said, furrowing his brows while looking at you intensely. You folded under his gaze, burying yourself in the comforts of your dark coat. 

“Hasty of me, I am aware,” you stated, voice muffled into your long collar. 

“And you barely caught yourself on the landing skids as well! One armed, within reach of the personnel about to catch you,” he tsked, disappointed. 

You attempted to speak up, but he held up a hand to stop you. “Ganyu looked at the aftermath. You knocked out 16 security guards, injured five bystanders, and damaged over 10,000 dollars worth of property. What happened to being elegant? To being tight and tailored?”

Ashamed, you ducked your head down. Staring at your thumbs, you took in a deep breath. Suddenly, he spoke up. 

“It risked your life!” he thundered, fist colliding with the oak wood. You shrunk into yourself a little more, like a young child being scolded by their father. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “That was out of turn. I apologize. But my sentiment remains: you need to take care of yourself and not put your life at stake for these sorts of things. No artifact or painting or statue remnant is worth it.”

His voice softened for a moment, looking at his desk. “Y/N, I’ve been looking at your past missions, and for the last seven months, you’ve been taking more intense missions, nearly weekly. You used to go on missions once a month and they were relatively tame compared to what you do now. Do we need to talk? Is this about what happened with--”

“Professor,” you cut off curtly. “Please. Not now.”

“I only worry for you,” he softly said. “I think it would be in your best interest to return to partnerships.”

“Absolutely not,” you scoffed. “I’m fine. I really am! And this new heist, or whatever you’ve got planned, can be handled by me. Alone.” 

He shut his eyes and leaned back. “So you say, but when the time comes, I’m unsure. And that is where I worry.” Standing up, he took his papers and placed them in a drawer underneath the desk. “We can talk about the heist and all of this tomorrow. Come to my office again after you finish your classes for the day.” 

“As you like it,” you complied. Getting up, you dusted down your black coat. “See you tomorrow, Professor.”

“Take care of yourself, Y/N.” 

You turned swiftly, shoving one hand in your pocket and using the other to wave. 

After classes, you were in the employees’ lounge of the museum getting a snack. Taking a knife out of its block, you shuffled around to get an apple from a fruit basket. Hearing a noise behind you, you looked up while cutting the skin off of your apple. “Hey, Xiao,” you said. “How’d your martial arts match go?” 

“Just fine,” he said, taking a swig from his thermos. There was a thin sheen of a sweat on him, despite being in a chilly room. He crossed his arm before falling down on the couch. “Knocked out the guy in one go. It was pretty satisfying.”

“Sounds like you won, then.” 

“Of course I won. Who do you think I am?”

You let out a chuckle as you left the room. Continuing down the hall, you spotted Ganyu walking around with a few files. Her eyes blinked slowly, as if she were just waking up from a nap. “Good afternoon, Ganyu,” you greeted the in-house archivist. “New exhibit?”

“Indeed! We received more information on trading our historical fashion exhibits. Their archivist was so polite when I called her.”

“That’s a great change of pace from whatever was happening with the Natlan museum,” you grinned. “See you around!”

You kept walking, and threw away the skin of your apple into a trash can when it got too long. Two of the seasonal interns, Chongyun and Xingqiu greeted you with gentle smiles, continuing conversation about books that were donated from the outskirts of the city. 

Once more, you entered the hallway to Professor Zhongli’s office. Plugging in the passcode and briefly looking into the retina scanner, the doors pulled open. Cutting away the last of the apple skin, you piped up to your boss. “Hey, I’m bac--” you began before your eyes widened. 

Before Mr. Zhongli’s desk was a tall, lean man. His head was a mop of coral colored waves, sticking out in odd places. His cheek and nose, the only visible part of him before he turned around, was milky pale with freckles. His lips were a soft pink, rosy and warm. 

But none of his features stood out as much as his coat did. Like yours, it was collared, with buttons and a loose belt. It sat on his shoulders nicely. The shade was a neutral gray, with red lining on the inside. The belt had a small charm on it at the end. 

But, black was the standard color of Mr. Zhongli’s forces. You took it that this person, whoever it was, was an enemy. 

As if on instinct, you angled your knife back and threw it. It barely missed, grazing the side of his neck and causing blood to drip down slowly. Taking in a deep breath, you tightened your hands into fists, ready to fight. 

It was then that you noticed that Mr. Zhongli was behind this person, and his hand was raised. In the aforementioned hand was your knife, which he promptly slammed down into his desk. You let out a little squeak, surprised and embarrassed. “What did I talk about needing a partner? More than that, what did I say about self-control?!” he grumbled, crossing his arms. Your hands relaxed, but you couldn’t keep your temper at bay. 

“Professor, who the hell is this?” you barely got out, discarding your uneaten apple. 

“Do all your subordinates have this kind of bloodlust? I mean, if they do, I don’t have a problem with it, but I’d like to know in advance,” the man spoke up. You rolled your eyes. 

“Shut up. You speak out of order.”

“And you just tried to murder me!”

“Enough!” he silenced, looking at the two of you. Clicking his tongue, he fished around in one of the drawers. Pulling out a cloth, he offered it to you. “Your neck. It’s bleeding a little.” 

Touching it gently, you recoiled when you saw the crimson liquid. Tsking, you hastily took it and dabbed at it. You didn’t even notice, too obsessed with trying to protect your boss. Maybe he was right about needing a little more control. 

“Will you please, for the love of Rex Lapis, explain who this is?!” you exclaimed As you pulled away the cloth, you set it down and folded it nicely. 

“Seems like I only have one piece of cloth. Treat that cut, please,” he ignored you blatantly, to your chagrin. 

“Thank you,” he replied cheerfully, cleaning the side of his neck. You cringed, aghast that both of your blood was on that pristine white towel. 

“Two temperaments, both hot-headed in different ways. Two matching scars that will form, both of the sides of your necks. And now, two bloods, both on the same cloth.”

“Aren’t you a history professor? I don’t think you’re my Liyuean historical philosophy teacher,” you muttered. 

“Chariot,” the professor piped up, looking at you. You perked up in attention, eager that he addressed you for the first time since entering the office. 

“Yes, Professor?”

“Meet your new partner. Code name: Childe. Childe, meet your partner: Chariot.” 

You gaped openly. “Excuse me?”

don’t usually do an end note, but before i get asked: no, the reader will not be referred to by their code name all the time. be patient, my “y/n” lovers <3

taglist (open!): @da-disappointment​ @neonnian  @escapeis​​

[eusuntgratie]

this could be a disaster

“I don’t think chemistry will be a problem, Matthew.” He smiles and laughs softly, ducking his head a little before looking back at Nick through the screen. “No, I really don’t think it will.”

chapter 1: you just got me started chapter 2: impossible to ignore you chapter 3: all i think of are your eyes and your fingers and your thighs chapter 4: can't keep my hands to myself chapter 5: se nota cuando me ve' chapter 6: i was supposed to sweat you out chapter 7: i feel the rush chapter 8: you take control i let you do it chapter 9: i wanna bite your lips do some freaky shit chapter 10: ven y choca conmigo que se joda chapter 11: le gusta portarse mal chapter 12: need you want you chapter 13: don't say it chapter 14: nothing feels better than this chapter 15: pray to god this won't be a mess chapter 16: no estoy enamora' pero falta poquito chapter 17: baby i want you around chapter 18: i don't wanna fight this chapter 19: that's the beauty of a secret chapter 20: i push you out and you come right back

she's here! infinite love and thanks to @bigassbowlingballhead <3

now complete!

check the tags, dm me or send an ask if you're not sure or need spoilers.

[underforeversgrace]

Danny Phantom, in canon: blushes red even as a ghost

The Phandom, collectively: *middle fingers* he blushes green

[v1olentdelights]

We'll Be Waiting For You

bau x fem!reader Summary: What was supposed to be a fun surprise, turned into something much worse. TW: Kidnapping, blood, drugging, torture (self inflicted, it is just cutting but please don't read if that is triggering), the mention of bugs (guys I couldn't think of anything else), and probably bad writing. ALSO!! Spoilers for Mr. Scratch! I am actually awful at recounting things, so I know this is wrong, but for the sake of the fic, lets pretend it isn't a/n: I apologize for the plot holes, there are definitely pieces that don't go along with the actual storyline, and I'm probably adding people in at the wrong times, but please enjoy! @shadowmoonlight0604 you inspired me to write a pt 2, so thank you! <3 This is so bad, I am so sorry

You had spent a few years in Europe, and over that time you had come back to visit as much as you could. You have seen things change every trip back. One of those being Aaron and Jack being put into protective custody. You were able to see him one last time via facetime, it had ended in a long conversation with a final decision that you both were safer if you stopped seeing one another. For Jack’s and your safety. And though it hurt, you knew it would be what’s best for all of you. 

After that you decided that it was time for you to come home. After talking with the new lead, Emily Prentiss, and your longtime best friend, you were invited back to the BAU. It was meant to be a surprise, you even had it planned out you would be sitting down at your old desk with a cup of coffee. And of course would make some comment about how they finally replaced the coffee machine. But what was supposed to be a fun surprise, turned into something much worse.

It was an early Monday morning, you had brought a bag full of some small goodies for your team, and even something for the new recruits. It felt good to be back in Quantico, in the stain ridden parking garage that had a certain weird smell to it. What you hadn’t expected was to have the back of your leg cut as you stepped out of the car, maybe you had been out of the profiling gig too long, or maybe they were just that good. It didn’t matter which it was, all that mattered was that as soon as you fell to the ground someone was on top of you and shoving something over your mouth. You knew better than to breathe in, but you could only hold your breath for so long. 

“Come on little bird, take a breath.” the person said. And though you tried, you couldn’t help but gasp for air, and you knew it was over. 

— — — —

It was that time of morning where everyone had filed in but weren't quite awake enough to be fully working. Penelope had perched herself on the edge of Luke Alvez’s desk while making conversation with him and JJ. Tara Lewis, Matt Simmons, and Spencer were in a deep discussion about the actual effects of coffee as the latter two were worried about Spencer's consumption. But Rossi storming in caught everyone’s attention. 

“Prentiss, her car is here but the driver side door was left open and her coffee is cold.” There was some kind of urgency in his voice that had everyone shedding the morning drowsiness. Emily stepped out of her office, holding her phone to her ear. 

“I know, she won’t pick up my calls.” Panic was written all over their faces. Spencer had now gotten up from his seat and made his way towards where Emily stood. 

“Who?” he was almost scared to ask. 

“Well what was supposed to be a surprise, is now a case. Y/N was coming back-” 

“Is. You mean she is coming back to work!” Penelope interrupted, Luke had put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. 

“Let’s get going then.” Emily put on her Unit Chief tone, putting her team to work. 

— — — —

“Wake up, little bird.” You felt something brush against your stomach, your shoulder ached, and you were sure that you were drenched in sweat. “Don’t make me ask again.” This time the brush against your stomach was more forceful, almost like something was trying to grab you. Instinctually, you sucked your stomach in. “Oh so she is awake.” The person grabbed your hair and yanked it so you were forced to meet their eyes, slowly you opened yours. 

If you hadn’t been scared and weren’t currently tied up, you’d think the gray eyes were beautiful. All you could do was see Spencer’s face, his teary eyes when you said goodbye to him before you left. You had heard about all he had been through since you left, and all you want to do now is hug him. Suddenly it hit you that the only people who knew you were back in town for good, or even at all, were Emily and David. You had almost wished they would stay out of this, but a bigger part of you started to count the minutes until they found you.

“There she is.” Taking in his appearance you almost wanted to shrink away from him, and it was only because of his awfully horrific smile. “BAU Princess, if you ask me. Emily was so excited to see you too, her last message was; ‘Y/N I made sure your usual parking spot is open for you! I have a little gift for you too, see you soon!’ I mean, exclamation points from the Unit Chief, that seems pretty big to me.” You tried to look away from him, but his grip on your face was almost bruisingly strong. 

“What do you want?” you asked as passively as you could, you didn’t know anything about this man, it was best to try and keep the situation from escalating by remaining neutral. Looking around a bit, you noticed you were in a cage-like structure, great.

“I just want to have a bit of fun, you see, I have been watching you for a long time. I have watched your team even longer, and I know you mean oh so much to them.” Letting go of your face he takes a few steps back and reaches to grab a mask, one resembling a gas mask. At this point, you know there is no reason to try and get away from it, so you simply accept the gas that then fills the room. Your brain began to grow fuzzy, but it almost felt nice. 

— — — — 

Seeing your face up on the board was more than enough to get the whole team to give 110%. They had pulled every file about you that they had access to. They also gathered the case files from some of the major cases they had worked on with you. 

“Guys, I think we are overlooking the obvious suspect.” Luke hadn’t ever met you, but from your files, you seemed like a reasonable person. “I know none of us want it to be true, but Mr. Scratch has been attacking us. What if he took her?” The room was silent, Emily finally spoke up. 

“Okay, then we need to get one step ahead of him. How do we do that?” She looked around the table at everyones expressions, anger, hurt, and guilt. “She is strong, we know this. Let’s channel our anger into finding her, not worrying about her.” 

“Easier said than done.” Rossi muttered under his breath. 

— — — —

You couldn’t tell how long it has been since you were taken. But you were lucky enough to know that the man would take his sweet time getting to you. 

“There is another one!” you felt something tickling your leg, when you looked down you saw another massive bug. Why were there so many? It felt as if you had been slashing at bugs for hours. You were told to cut and slice, and only when you were given the order to stab, would you follow through, it was only a few times . “Oh no…” the voice sounded nervous, which only spurred your anxiety and fear more. 

“WHAT?!” You cried out at the thought of another bug. 

“It's right on your upper arm now.” With that information you began frantically cutting around your left arm, it felt like it was stinging, but that was probably just the bug crawling around. “You’ve almost got it.” a few moments later “You did it!” Letting out a cry of relief you dropped the knife. 

You couldn’t make much out, but there was a lot of red around you. Red means blood. Blood means bad things, usually that someone is hurt. You slowly started to piece together why the blood was so close to you. “I think it’s time for a nap.” Suddenly gas filled the room again, but this time you wanted to fight back. 

“NO! No, don't do this! I can’t walk! PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU!!” But your words began to slur, and you knew it was over. 

“Goodnight little bird.” 

— — — — 

It had been hours, now being well into the late evening, everyone seemed to be defeated, coffee cups were strewn across the table along with some take out boxes. Just when the team thought they were getting nowhere, Penelope and Spencer had somehow triangulated an approximate spot where you were likely being kept. 

“Okay, pack up everyone!” Emily announced while tossing her blazer to the side. The team packed up in the cars and were speeding off. 

— — — —

You were chained up by the wrists again, this time though, you were a little more aware of your surroundings.  Something you were sure of was that you were in your underwear and your work blouse. The neat updo you had in the morning was falling out, there was sweat on your face, probably from the stress and thrashing around. The worst thing, however, was the blood. You could feel it dripping down your left arm, a trickle of it went over your armpit and you could feel it seeping into your bra. Then there were your legs. With the way you were strung up, your toes were holding you up, but you could feel blood collecting there as well. There was a small puddle collecting around your feet that threatened to make you slip and break your wrists. 

“How is my little bird doing?” You hated his voice, it was disgusting. Turning away he clicked his tongue, before digging into one of the deeper cuts on your left arm eliciting a yelp. “We only have a small amount of time together, so I suggest you cooperate or I will dispose of you.” You took a moment to contemplate your options. Would death be better than the embarrassment of being found? You had already lost so much.

“I’m fine.” You spit in his face. He simply smirked, and it made you want to vomit. 

“Well, I have enjoyed our time together, little bird, though I must get going. I want you to remember all of this, take it all in.” And then he turned to leave you. 

— — — —

The team was restless the whole ride to the warehouse, some even went as far as to put their vests on. Though as they pulled to a stop, Emily made a move to stop everyone from entering. “We need to wait for backup.” It wasn’t a suggestion. 

“Like hell we are going to wait! One of our own is in there. Y/N is in there!” JJ exclaimed. And before Emily even got the chance to protest, Luke pushed past her. Spencer, Matt, and JJ followed behind him.

“Screw it.” Rossi followed up behind her as they entered the building.

A few minutes after entering, Luke came over the coms saying he had caught sight of Scratch and was going to pursue, JJ and Tara followed him. Now it was up to the others to find you.

— — — — 

It had been such an exhausting day, and at this point you didn’t know what was real, things were still fuzzy. And you certainly did not expect the man to come back, but the rattling of the cage walls told you. It seemed pathetic, especially given that you had just spit in his face, but you were scared. Squeezing your eyes shut, you prepared for the worst.

“NO, please I can’t take it anymore!” you let the tears fall, telling yourself you could be strong another day. “I will do anything else, please!” what would Aaron think if he were here? 

“Hey, hey, hey, It’s okay. You’re safe now.” This voice was different, more calming. But it could be a lie. 

“No. No, really. I can’t do this, please just- just don’t.” Unbeknownst to you it was the newest member of the BAU, Matt, and that Spencer and Rossi had entered the room as well, Emily surveyed the surrounding area, just in case. 

“I’m going to get you down, but you have to promise to try and be still. I don’t want to hurt your wrists more than they already are. Okay?” And for some reason you put your faith in the unknown. As you shook your head you felt hands on your wrists, and they hurt so very bad. But the touch was gentle. You felt the release before you heard the click, and your whole body gave out. The person caught you and slowly brought your body to the ground.  “There we go.” 

Opening your eyes you saw that it wasn’t the man from before, but a new person. Your eyes were still adjusting but you were sure you were seeing Spencer behind him, and is that Rossi beside Spencer? This was too much to take in, it was all too much. Your chest began to rise and fall quicker, your eyes widened. Who you thought to be Spencer crouched down next to you reaching out a hand. You loosened your grip on the other man's bicep and reached out to take his hand. That is when you decided it had to be your Spencer, because his hands were so cold, and he had the watch you bought him for his birthday the year before you left. Tears spilled over the edge as you fully let go and reached for Spencer. 

“Spence, it’s really you.” He couldn’t form any words so he just squeezed you tighter. 

— — — — 

You were sitting in a hospital bed looking out the window. It was early morning now, and you were sure you could hear your entire team busting down the hall. There was a quiet knock on the door, and in walked Spencer, and the team filing in behind him. You could tell JJ had cried by the redness of her nose. Penelope was wearing her brightest clothes, probably to try and lighten the mood. Emily and Rossi stood next to one another, and for a moment you thought they looked like parents. The other three you hadn’t met officially, well that was a lie. The tall dark haired man had helped you out of chains the day before. 

“Surprise!” you said half heartedly as you let out a water chuckle. “This was meant to be a fun surprise,  and I was supposed to meet you all under better circumstances.” you gesture to the three new BAU members. 

“I’m Luke,” one smiled while stretching out his hand as you attempted your best smile. You felt like you were in some kind of tv show, the rest of the team was watching your every move, and it all felt fake. 

“Tara Lewis, I’m glad to see you are recovering well physically.” And finally the man who saved you. He moved to shake your hand, but you pulled him down into an awkward hug. 

“Thank you.” It was quiet, but meaningful. He rubbed his hand up and down your back once in a comforting motion. 

“Of course.” And even though you had been through something so traumatic you were sure to never forget the feeling of his hands on your face, you realized how lucky you are to have your team, your family.

[pangborns]

THAT IS THE QUESTION…

louis de pointe du lac x fem!reader

in which louis’ new friend isn’t at all what he seems.

blood, death, vampire things. same level of maturity needed as the movie.

“Louis?” Your accented voice softly carried throughout the house. Yvette had let you in and quickly scurried off somewhere, leaving you to find your friend by yourself.

The sound of the piano playing put you at ease as you started to head toward the noise. You had not heard from him in what seemed like forever. Of course, he had just suffered a major loss, so this was expected. However, you could tell that something else was bothering him.

“Louis? It’s (Y/N), I brought you some things..” your wicker basket felt heavy in the crook of your elbow. It held multiple eggs and a loaf of bread, you had made a habit of delivering things to him and figured he needed this now more than ever.

Turning the corner, you entered the living room. Sitting at the piano was a man. You had never seen this man before now, his blond, wispy hair was tied back in a low ponytail. He was pale, his clothes suggested he came from wealth, and he didn’t seem too observant as you were still lingering in the doorway.

You gave him a minute to realize that you were there, but when he seemed to get more and more lost in the music, you finally decided to speak up: “excuse me, monsieur. Is Louis home?”

The man didn’t flinch, he continued to play the song until the final few notes. Only then did he look up at you. “Yes, I believe he’s around here somewhere.”

You nodded, swallowing as you made a move to head toward another room. “I’m Lestat,” the man jumped up from his spot on the bench, bowing.

“Oh!” You giggled a bit at the formality, “my name is (Y/N).” Copying his bow, he snickered. You held out your hand to him playfully and he gently placed a kiss atop your knuckles.

Lestat opened his mouth, preparing to speak, when he was cut off by a creak in the floorboard. Turning around, you saw Louis.

“Oh thank goodness!” You sighed dramatically, approaching the man and wrapping him in a big hug. He was stiff, eyes not leaving Lestat’s, even as you hugged him. His eyes flickered down to your pulse point just as you started to pull away. “I’ve been worried sick about you, are you feeling alright?” You put the back of your hand to his forehead, he was freezing to the touch. “You’re awfully pale.”

“Yes, I’m - I’m just fine.”

You excitedly pulled the basket down your arm, handing it to him, a smile never leaving your face. You looked up to meet his eyes, but could only see him staring over your shoulder blankly. The basket was swiftly placed onto a side table as Louis and Lestat seemed to exchange words through their eyes.

“If you’re busy now, I can always leave..?” You started, suddenly feeling self conscious.

“Nonsense!” Lestat smiled as you turned toward him. “Stay for dinner.” His eyes turned a bit darker at the statement.

“No, that’s okay. I’m sure she has to be getting home now.” Louis stated firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. The grip was tight, as if he was trying to prove a point. You craned your neck to look up at him. You caught a glance at his stern expression which immediately softened when he realized you were looking.

Lestat started stalking toward the two of you, Louis’ grip tightened. “She’ll stay.” Was all he muttered as he stopped right in front of you. He took the back of his hand and stroked your cheek, moving hair out of the way.

You immediately flushed at the sudden contact, nervously turning to look at Louis. Lestat took your chin in his hold and gently turned your head back to face him. Louis’ other hand grabbed yours, soothingly running his thumb overtop of it.

Lestat held eye contact as he started to dip his head. He kissed you. You could feel yourself melt into him. But you didn’t know this man, you only knew Louis. So, you squeezed his hand even harder.

You became a bit dizzy, light headed as he continued to kiss you. “Lestat, no! Not her.” Louis scolded sternly. You could feel him retreat from your lips, seemingly done with whatever it was he was doing.

His eyes moved from your swollen lips, up to your eyes. He smirked, giving a strange chuckle. Lestat looked over your shoulder at his friend, sending him a wink before diving into your neck.

You could faintly hear Louis begging his friend not to do whatever it was he was planning to do. Your friend grabbed your waist, trying to pull you out of the vampire’s grip, but it was useless. Lestat’s sharp nails punctured the skin on your hips, causing you to gasp in discomfort. The kisses to your pulse point turned rough, he opened his mouth, making eye contact with Louis once again, before his fangs grew and he sunk them into your neck.

“Stop! Please, Lestat!” Louis begged as he only watched. He kicked himself for not doing more before it had escalated to this level.

Your lips parted into a silent scream, eyebrows furrowing. Your mouth quickly grew dry as the man gulped down your blood. You lost all strength in your knees, they buckled, however, Lestat’s hold on you kept you upright.

Louis pushed Lestat off of you, watching as he stumbled a few steps back, wiping your blood off of his chin. Without his hold, you started to fall. Louis caught you, kneeling down to gently lay you across his lap. Lestat smiled.

Newfound tears made themselves known in Louis’ eyes. “Why did you do that?” He cried out, not taking his eyes off of you.

Lestat shrugged, “I was hungry,” he spoke nonchalantly.

Your lungs felt as if they were punctured balloons flying around inside of your rib cage. You couldn’t catch your breath, and whatever you did manage to catch for oxygen, quickly escaped you in the panic.

Your half-lidded eyes swept down over your body, taking in the now bloodied dress. At the sight, your breathing picked up, eyes watering.

“L-Louis..?” You squeaked, eyes becoming heavier and heavier. The blood continued to drop from the two puncture marks in your neck. The sight caught Louis off guard, it was mesmerizing. His breathing evened out and his jaw went slack. “Louis.” You started to cry now.

“That’s right, Louis. Finish her off.” Lestat smiled from his new seat in the arm chair. The two of you had his full attention.

Lestat knew, he knew if they were to leave you like this, you wouldn’t die. He hadn’t drinken enough before Louis pushed him. So, as you teetered between life and death, Louis had made his decision.

“If you let her leave now, she’ll survive. She’ll tell everyone about us, we’ll have nothing.” Lestat spoke softly.

You quickly shook your head, “No, -“

“Shhh,” Lestat smiled, standing up to his full height.

As your line of sight settled on the blonde monster, Louis couldn’t resist the temptation. He leaned in, and gently started drinking from the previous wound.

Your mouth dropped open again, watching how Lestat didn’t break eye contact with you. You didn’t understand why this was happening, why you? Why Louis? As he continued to gulp down your blood, your grasp on the world started to get hazy. “Louis,” you gurgled, placing your hands on his chest.

Your friend quickly ripped himself away from you, as if he realized what he was doing. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry, mon chérie.” You coughed and spluttered, choking on the lack of air. Two lines of your blood dripped from either side of his mouth.

Lestat started slow clapping from his spot a few feet away, though the sound was distorted to your ears. “Now, ooh, now she’s dying, Louis.”

Realization hit the man as he looked back down at you. You were shaking, the alloted energy you had would’ve been used to turn over onto your stomach and start crawling away from the two monsters, but you were petrified. Sobs dripped out of your mouth. The muscles in your body continued to shake, as if they were trying to lull you into a deep sleep. Oh how you craved that sleep at this moment. Louis often talked with you about the subject of death. It used to make you uncomfortable, the way he spoke so nonchalantly about it, but all you could wish for in this moment is the sweet release it has to offer.

Lestat clicked his tongue at the sight, “Louis, the choice is yours.” Your breathing was turning shallow, your skin growing pale.

He snapped out of his blank state of mind, tearing his eyes away from your dying body, and facing Lestat, “what have you done?”

Lestat chuckled, not believing what he was hearing. “What have I done? Louis, I simply had a taste. You delivered her to death’s door.”

A tear slipped down Louis’ face as he closed his eyes and held you close. Silent sobs were racking his body, Lestat was right. He didn’t lure you in here, you were here for him. When he drank from you, you still had enough life in you to push on. Louis took that away.

Your limbs grew heavy as you laid there on your friend’s lap. Your head lolled back, dropping off the side of his thigh and hanging between him and the hard wood. Your frantic eye movement seemed to still, it was almost your time.

“In just a few seconds, Louis, will you lose your choice.” Lestat commented softly from across the room. Your arm that was oh so numb, was able to move just an inch further. You reached out toward Lestat’s shoe, looking toward him weakly. “Aw,” he cooed, “what is it, my dear? Are you frightened?”

Hesitantly, you nodded your head as best you could. “What are you afraid of? Louis?” Your eyebrows drew in as you were able to frantically nod your head.

Lestat openly laughed, watching Louis out of the corner of his eye. It was like a punch to the gut to the man who only wanted to save you. But he couldn’t blame you for fearing what was meant to be feared. Lestat laughed again at the sight of you, your shaking subsided, your body looked heavy, and your eyes were only open a sliver.

Louis didn’t know where to place his bloodied hands as he watched the interaction. He looked to Lestat, who only encouraged him to do it. Your eyes closed completely now.

Louis hesitantly bit into his wrist, watching as your strength continued to leave you with each passing moment. Blood started to drip it’s way down his forearm. Louis wished to stop, he didn’t want to damn you to a life like this, but he couldn’t live with himself if you died here tonight. He lowered his bleeding wrist just above your mouth, watching as the droplets of blood landed on your tongue.

You didn’t seem to have any reaction to the blood, your eyes stayed shut, your body remained motionless. “No, no!” Louis cried out, pushing his wrist against your lips now.

After a few seconds of nothing, your eyes shot open, your hands digging into his arm as you pulled his wrist against you harshly. You drank the vital fluid, relishing it as your body seemed to come back to life.

Louis looked down at you, opening his mouth in a silent pain as you drank from him. His tears didn’t dry.

Lestat chuckled at the interaction, “How cute.” Louis looked at his vampire companion, face settling into a glare.

“I hate you,” was all Louis spoke as he removed his wrist from your mouth. He looked down at you once again, a look of love, he would protect you. Lestat was not getting anywhere near you.

The smile dropped from Lestat’s face, jealously slowly crept into his gut. Perhaps he should’ve left you to die.

[eruri-brainrot]

Just plotted out this fic (they’re both gonna be lighthouse keepers together now) and y’all are in for a wild ride (lot of angst and pining) :)