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Attempted Sneak Out

Female ancient vampire reader x Ryan Clarke

Summary: Ryan attempts to sneak out and leave but you find him first and get the truth out of him and why he wanted to go. Which ends in comfort and cuddles.

Warnings: mentions of murder, swearing, think that's all

a/n: there's so little Ryan Clarke fics, so I decided to write one

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You follow Ryan, as he is currently trying to sneak out of the school. You vamp in front of him when he gets to the door, “And where do you think you’re going?” You asked, sounding as if you were talking to your kid.

Well, you did have to give this same speech last week to MG and Kaleb, so you’ve had good practice, supposedly. Also, from being the closest thing Hope has to a mother (And that can be a handful itself at times).

“Oh y/n, I-I was just, you know going to star gaze-“ you cut him off before he can finish his horrible excuse of a lie, “I’m going to stop you right there before you hurt your case more.” You say, amused by his attempt at getting out of the glare you’re giving his way. You swear he’s been picking up on the excuses all of the kids use to get out of things. They seriously need to brainstorm excuses better, so it at least sounds believable.

“Come on, let’s go back to my room and have a talk.” You lead him up a couple cases of stairs before turning to the right and opening the door to your room. You lead him inside and shut the door, locking it, making sure not to be loud and wake up any of the students, especially the younger ones.

You nod over to your bed, telling him to sit as you rummage through one of your desk drawers. Pulling out a sage stick, casted to make sure no one can hear you guys talk. You start burning it and place it on the top of your dresser, beside a cd player. (Yes, you still use one, you took a lot of Damon’s old cd’s from the 90’s before they rebuilt the boarding house into a school).

Turning back around to face Ryan, you crossed your arms. “Funny thing. When I was checking in on Hope and the twins, making sure they were actually asleep, I heard you coming out of this room and trying to leave before anyone woke up. And where did you think I was, if not in here? I mean come on, at least try and be a little more sneaky next time you ultimately try and fail to sneak out” you lectured him, getting his eyes to widen a bit.

 (The reason you were checking in on the three girls is because they’re all having a sleepover – for once all getting along. You also managed to get Hope to turn her humanity back on by showing her memories of when she was little and of her parents. Mostly her dad because you’ve known him for longer than anyone may think)

“I don’t know, I just thought you were in the library or getting some blood or something” he mumbled out.

“Why did you try to sneak out in the first place? It’s not like we were torturing you.” You question him.

He looks down at your heeled boots, trying to get out from answering the question. If he tells you why, then he’ll look like a-a freak or even worse, too weak to help everyone. But he guesses that ship has already sailed, considering he got caught while trying to leave them.

You see a look in his eyes and walk closer, placing a finger under his chin and gently tilting his head up so he faces you. “What’s wrong?” Gently speaking and softening your face with concern, you ask him.

He thinks about, what is wrong? But decides to shake his head instead, because if you knew what he wants then you will most definitely be disgusted and never talk to him ever again.

He doubts your ways of noticing, and you can see right through him. “You can tell me, no need to be embarrassed” you gently speak to him. “I don’t know, I-I feel, I don’t know. Your gonna think I’m a freak” he murmurs out, going though his feelings in his head and finally slipping up to you.

“I don’t think I will, trust me, I’ve been in much worse situations to think someone or something is freaky” you sit down beside him, crossing your legs. “I mean seriously, have you forgotten about ‘the all mighty Necromancer, the cursed king of the underworld’. Now that dude, he was definitely freaky” You say, making him lightly smile.

Not knowing how to say what he wants to, instead he leans over and hugs you tightly. You pause for a second, not expecting him to do this. Shortly after, you bring your arms up and tightly wrap them around his body in return. Thinking for a second, you realize this makes so much sense. The way he’s been looking at you and how he acts whenever he’s around you, it all pieces together.

“Uh- s-sorry” Ryan stutters out, pulling away from the embrace. His eyes darted to across the room, focusing on a picture of you and Kol at the bar in the mystic grill from when he got un-daggered in 2011, pinned on a cork board.

“Hey, it’s okay, Hun” you start to reassure him. You bring up a hand and place it on his shoulder comfortingly.

“I haven’t ever felt like this before” he mumbles.

“It feels weird, doesn’t it? Like you don’t want anyone to know that you can be vulnerable” you speak softly, soothing him. He nods, “Yeah, exactly like that.”

You slowly pull away from him and sit, leaning against the headboard of your bed. You lightly smile and nod, showing him to come over to you. Carefully moving over towards you, he sits down, nervousness taking over.

“No need to feel nervous, Sweetie.” You wrap your arm around him and press a light kiss on top of his head.

In return, feeling the comfort and love radiating off of you (more than he has already), he lays his head on you, nuzzling his head against your collarbone. He can smell the lingering soft scent of your coconut and hibiscus perfume still on from earlier today.

Bringing your other arm up, you also wrap it around Ryan, pulling him closer. Letting him know it’s safe and you’re here for him, even if he hasn’t seemed to realize It before.

Now that half his body is basically on top of you, you start to play with the soft curls of his hair. “I never knew someone like you can be so nice” he tells you quietly.

“A vampire?” he nods. “Well, I’ve had a bunch of practice dealing with Mystic Falls drama. Literally from the start, when vampires were first created. I’ve also had to deal with Hope’s dad and his mask of not needing anyone there for him. And I still have her uncle, Kol that still does stupid shit (he’s the one in that photo you were looking at), but he’s, my family. Just like Hope is. I could never change that” you explain to him.

“So, I’m always going to be here for you. Plus, if an asshole deserves it, I of course send them to death like that” you snap your fingers, making him chuckle. “And maybe sometimes I’ll indulge in some of the killing activities with Kol, but shh” you say, holding a finger up to your lips.

He smiles up at up at you, “I could get used to this, even with that headmaster” he says, referring to Alaric’s aggravating attempts to fix problems his way (which lets be real, never works out).

“Good, just know if you need someone to talk to or even just lay and cuddle with, I’m always here, okay Sweetie?” You reassure him.

“Okay” He says and nuzzles back into the warmth beaming off of you. Happy to be with someone who actually cares for a change.

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RYAN CLARKE:

Originally posted by weak-hero

Little Witch - 1 & 2  (Completed)

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Witch!Reader

Genre: Angst with eventual fluff and a happy ending.

Summary: Ryan Clarke finally met someone to love him, a place of solace in his turbulent world. But what will happen when Malivore finds out about his son’s love? Will they ever get to be together or will they wither away apart? (Set in pre-puddle Malivore time + modern era)

Painting a New Beginning

Pairing: Human!Ryan Clarke x Painter!Reader

Genre: Pure fluff with a happy ending

Summary: After Ryan Clarke turned human, he began re-building his life in the human world. But, what do humans do when they get bored? They join a painting class!

“I Won’t Forget You.” (Requested)

Paring: Ryan Clarke x Sister!Reader

Genre: Angst with character death

Summary:  Ryan Clarke has grown to be more defiant of Malivore, so as punishment he takes away something precious from him, forever.

Soulmate One-shot Series:

A Soulmate for Christmas

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Heretic!Reader

Genre: Pure angst, no happy ending. (Real tear-jerker if I do say so myself.)

Bond: You’re born with your soulmate’s name on your wrist

Summary: Y/N was a particularly rebellious heretic with a penchant for getting into trouble with Malivore’s monsters. So, what is a girl to do when Hope warns her about a monster in the dungeon? Disregard the warning and visit it, of course!

Bleeding Gold

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Fairy!Reader

Genre: Angst with eventual fluff and a happy ending.

Bond: Eye contact for the first time.

Summary: A soulmate is one of the most revered bonds in the supernatural world, but what happens when your soulmate rejects you? Will you survive? Will he regret his decision? Well, you’ll just have to read and find out.

‘Calm, little one’

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Vampire!Reader

Genre: Fluff with a hint of action (Not THAT kind of action, I meant fighting, get your mind out of the gutter)

Bond: A mark showing the place where your soulmate first touches you

Summary: What happens when you’re an immortal vampire and practically Hope Mikaelson’s foster mother and mated to Ryan Clarke, her enemy? And what happens when you find out he’s your mate right when he’s about to stab Hope with a magical artifact? Chaos ensues, of course.

Rings of Fate

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Human!Reader

Genre: Angst with fluff and a happy ending.

Bond: You’re born with a ring on your finger that changes colors with your soulmate’s mood and turns gold when you meet your soulmate. (Also, IF YOU LIKE A THING YOU SHOULD’A PUT A RING ON IT!)

Summary: What happens when your soul-ring dissipates, signifying your soulmate died, then a few months later your soul-ring re-materializes. Did you get a second soulmate or is resurrection real? Maybe you should’ve paid more attention in Bible class.

The Moon and the Star

Paring: Ryan Clarke x Reader (Medieval Au)

Genre: Slight angst and fluff with a happy ending.

Bond: Eye contact for the first time.

Summary:  Y/N Cavendish is a member of nobility while her soulmate Ryan Clarke is a commoner. Will they ever be able to be together or will their different stations keep them apart?

“Paint me like one of your French Boys.”

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Reader (Rennaisance Au)

Genre: Slight angst and fluff with a happy ending.

Bond: Body swapping.

Summary: Ryan Clarke is on a mission to track down a monster but what  he doesn’t expect to find is his soulmate. He meets her in such circumstances that would leave you clutching your pearls.

The Goddess of my Heart

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Greek Goddess!Reader

Genre: Pain, torture, punishment and revenge

Bond: Soulmate Bond 

Summary:  Hope Mikaelson tore apart the earth looking for Ryan Clarke but she was in for a big surprise when she finally found him.

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everybody moved on, help im still at the restaurant

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the summer i wrote | one

content: future smut, fluff, angst, basically all of it

pairing: milo manheim x afab!reader & ross lynch x afab!reader

summary: every summer, you travel to dahlia's beach to reunite with your mother's closest friend and her son. but this year he unexpectedly brings a friend along. caught in the gentle waves of affection and longing, you find yourself navigating uncharted waters where the boundaries of friendship blur.

notes: this is loosely based on the summer i turned pretty. i just watched the second season and lawwwd i wanted to make a ff soo bad. plus milo and ross have absolutely none anywhere.

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You loved Dahlia's beach. It always smelled salty with a hint of expensive barbeque if you were in the city. But near the countryside there was the sweet smell of honeysuckle. That's where you would rather be, where the tall grass met the sandy dunes. The sounds of hooves on pavement and bustle around the farmers market on a hot weekend afternoon.

This summer was no different. Your stomach churned, rumbling in excitement as you neared the beach house. It was huge. Five bedrooms with enough bathrooms. Too many patios surrounding it. Turquoise colored pool with a small waterfall. The house was a blueish gray color with white accents. Calm and minimalistic, much unlike the other grand colorful houses on the street. It sat like a diamond around other stones in a non normal way. The most priceless of them all. Placed directly in front of the beach but not close enough to tourist spots so it was always quiet. It was always such an amazing way to spend the three months in between school. You looked forward to it every year.

But that wasn't all you looked forward to.

Your mom honked as you guys entered the driveway. A wide smile plastered on her face. Your mom seemed to love this place more than she loved you, even if she denied it when you asked. You knew the truth. Summers at the beach house were the only time she got to see her best friend, Camryn.

"Hey!" A voice squealed from the porch. You shuffled out of the car, legs aching after a long 5 hours. As you stretched you were met with Cam, arms spread jumping for joy. Practically knocking you over. They were best friends from high school. Going to college together and even sharing a dorm room. With how they acted every time they met, you were convinced they had separation anxiety. They didn't get to see each other throughout the year. Other than here of course. For they lived states apart, Dahlia's being a quiet beach town that was located in the middle.

Camryn engulfed you in a bear hug first, gushing about how pretty you are. Making you do a spin in your dress. Once she pulled away she did the same to your mom whose high pitched voice could be heard from the beach. As they talked about how ‘different’ each other looked. You watched as they walked inside hand in hand when your eyes met his.

Milo.

He radiantly smiled as he trotted over to you. The classic hands in pockets, ruffled hair, and expensive glasses. It was like he had a glow up every year whether it was him dressing better or maybe getting a bit taller.

"Hi" He cooed embracing you in a tight hug. The smell of his overpriced cologne filled your nose. It reminded you of sugary trees and cool waves. Much like the beach house. He was another reason you loved the beach house so much. Without him you were stuck with two middle aged ladies whose celebrity crush was Liam Neeson and only watched tv shows made by Shonda Rhimes. He was fun. He never made you feel left out or alone. He was everything any girl could wish for. Tall, smart, rich, and incredibly good eye candy.

"Hello, Milo." You smiled as he let you go.

He ran a hand threw his hair looking down at you. Eyes trailing down your body strangely. His expression was unrecognizable. Your face heated up turning your head to avoid his gaze. He touched the bottom of your dress. Yanking the fabric gently.

"This is a little short isn't it?" He questioned eyes meeting yours. Lips curled up in a sly smile. Rolling your eyes you scoffed slapping his hand away. He acted like a big brother sometimes. Especially with your clothes. Every summer complaining about how short your shorts were or how revealing your bathing suit was.

"Oh shut up you do this every-" The sight of someone else on the porch caught your eye. "Who's that?" You questioned raising an eyebrow.

Milo turned around and nodded in acknowledgement as the boy made his way down the stairs. Bleached blond hair slightly overgrown and wide smile on display as he made his way towards you two.

"Y/N this is Ross, Ross Y/N. He's staying the summer with us this year." Ross reached his hand out to you. Clad in silver rings that looked a bit out of your price range. Does Milo have any Middle Class friends? It was unusual. No one ever came to the beach house from back home. It was like a unsaid rule between everyone. Written in big red letters 'No Strangers'. The dads didn't even bother coming even though Milo's paid for it.

"Nice to meet you." He looked you up and down a tongue swiping over his lips. "Milo didn't tell me how pretty you are."

"Dude!" Milo exclaimed punching his shoulder rolling his eyes.

"Thank you." You beamed softening your voice. Milo scoffed walking towards the trunk slightly bumping into Ross. But he didn't seem to mind, hazel eyes still trained on you.

"So where are you fr-" Ross was cut off by a slightly pissed off Milo. "Are you guys serious? C'mon Ross help me with these bags." Ross walked away backwards eyes still focused on you with that addicting smile of his.

"See you inside?" He whispered loud enough for you to hear him.

You didn't respond. Only nodding as you strolled inside.

a/n: soooo what do you guys think? im still trying to figure out this tumblr writing stuff im so used to just reading ive never written and posted anything on here lololol. pls be patient with me! a few tips and tricks would be greatly appreciated!!

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911.

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MARVEL.

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TOP GUN.

jake seresin, bradley bradshaw, robert floyd, natasha trace

LIFE IS STRANGE.

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grayson dolan, ethan dolan

SHAMELESS.

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jacob custos, max brinly, nicholas furcillo

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Fandoms I Write For

School Spirits

Simon Elroy (i love him sm pls)

Maddie Nears

Wally Clark (will not post for him much since he has tons of content already)

Rhonda

Platonic! Xavier Baxter

Platonic! Charley

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

Wyatt Lykensen (literally watched the movies because of Pearce so)

Willa Lykensen

Zed Necrodopolis

Eliza Zambie

A-Spen

A-Lan

Platonic! Wynter Barkowitz

Cobra Kai

Demetri Alexopoulos (aka my spirit animal)

Tory Nichols

Miguel Diaz

Samantha LaRusso

Aisha Robinson

Chris

Johnny Lawrence

Amanda LaRusso

Platonic! Robby Keene

Platonic! Eli/Hawk Moskowitz

Platonic! Kenny Payne (mentor vibes)

Mech-X4

Mark Walker

Veracity Campbell

Ryan Walker

Spyder Johnson

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Blue Beetle

Jaime Reyes

Milagro Reyes

Jenny Kord

Platonic! Rudy Reyes

My Babysitter’s A Vampire

Sarah Fox (literally the only character)

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

Erica Jones

Platonic! Rory Keaner

Platonic! Horace “Jesse” Black

Julie and the Phantoms

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

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Platonic! Julie Molina

Willie

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Update Plan

Hey lovelies🍍,

I decided to post an update Plan so you‘ll know what to expect and when. I will post one fic per week.

Today I‘ll post the Wally fic where the reader finds his jacket.

05.02. – 11.02: Zed Necrodopolis x reader angst with smut

12.02. – 18.02.: Wally Clark x reader friends to lovers smut

19.02. – 25.02.: Ryan Baker x reader angst with smut

26.02. – 03.03.: Zed Necrodopolis x Zombie!reader

My requests are still open and I love to see some feedback 💕

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toxic behavior/relationships (eg. abuse will never be accepted, unless it has already been specified in the fandom -- i will include jealous behavior between characters but it will be very light-hearted and never toxic)

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The Goddess of my Heart

Hope Mikaelson tore apart the earth looking for Ryan Clarke but she was in for a big surprise when she finally found him.

The inspo for the mansion are from here:

https://www.thearchaeologist.org/blog/villa-krylos-a-greek-classically-inspired-house-in-french-riviera

Warnings: Mentions of murder, pain, torture, torture with magic, kidnapping,

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It had taken Hope months to finally track down Ryan. It was as if he’d completely disappeared from the face of the Earth after he turned human.

She’d been looking for him because if anyone knew who the original vampire, werewolf and witch who created Malivore were, it was him. 

She found him in the most unexpected place, The city of love, Paris. 

Compelling a seat on an airplane was child’s play. She set herself up at one of the city’s multiple hotels before casting a spell to locate the newly mortal man but something seemed to be interfering with her magic so after trying repeatedly she gave up before looking for him the old-fashioned way, asking around.

‘Asking’ was putting it politely, she more-likely threatened the safety of multiple supernatural beings before a vampire finally caved and revealed that he was living at a mansion in Paris.

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She arrived at the mansion, observing the large stature of the building. Though it was in Paris it opted for a Greek architectural style.

The mansion was large and white with three floors and a beautiful garden of olive trees surrounding it. It felt as though one was transported to Greece even though they were still in France.

The ground floor had an open courtyard. The walls and floors mirrored the Greek beliefs with classical Greek motifs depicting stories of the gods and mythical animals.

Stars and constellations decorated the high ceilings of the mansion, inspired by the Greek’s fascination with astrology.

Stately marble columns went through the mansion, making it feel airy and open. The mansion was sparsely decorated, focusing on a minimalist style that showcased the symmetry of the mansion.

Hope would have admired the gorgeous mansion if she were not on a mission.

She barged into the mansion, surprised that it did not keep her out. She was hit by strong magic in the air but never the less, she kept moving, trying to find the elusive man she was looking for.

Alas, the lack of presence in the mansion should have been her first red flag since only after a few moments the young tribrid was knocked out cold.

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When she came to, she noticed that her surroundings were much darker, few candles flickered in the room she was kept in. She found herself lying in a wooden cot with none of her belongings, excluding her clothes.

She quickly jumped out of the cot before approaching the open doorway. Just as she was about to slip out a voice startled her, “I wouldn’t do that, youngling.”

She stared at the man, unimpressed. He was tall with curly blond hair and pale skin. He looked as if he’d stepped out of a time machine from  Ancient Greece, wearing nothing but a toga and a golden belt with his sword attached to his waist. He stood a few feet away from the entrance of the door, grinning widely.

“Really, why shouldn’t I? And who the hell are you?”

“No one, but try it, be my guest,” he said gesturing towards the doorway.

Hope approached the doorway cautiously, her hand raised as she exited the doorway when another voice broke through the silence.

“Now, now don’t trouble our guest, Ambrose, our mistress wants her unharmed.”

“But Caliopeee! I just wanted to have some fun with the ‘great and powerful tribirid!” Ambrose whined, seeming miles away from the serious man he was a few moments ago.

Out from the shadows emerged a beautifully tanned woman with long black hair and a pair of dark brown jeans with a leather belt for her swords around her waist, she strode next to the man with confidence. She waved her hand in front of the doorway, causing it to shimmer as the barrier between Hope and the pair dissolved.

“Come, the mistress wants to see you, tribrid. I must warn you, though, if you harm anyone within these walls, you will be denied what you seek.” Caliope spoke while leading the way down the halls to where Hope presumed her ‘mistress’ was.

“Oh, and how do you know what I ‘seek’?” She asked sarcastically.

“Supernaturals talk, especially when a stranger comes here, demanding information. It wasn’t until you started leaving a trail of blood that you truly caught our attention, Hope Mikaelson.” Ambrose answered, his voice grim.

Hope was silent as they finally reached a huge room, which seemed like a throne room. It was quite large with carved marble pillars on either end of the room with a throne at one end of the room.

On the throne sat a woman with a long, flowy Grecian styled dress, it was a soft pink color with a gauzy layer on top that made it seem like the woman was almost glowing. She sat on the throne as if she belonged there. Her grin was carefree on the surface but Hope could see that the woman was perhaps more dangerous than anyone she’d come across. Something about the seemingly harmless woman put her on edge.

“So, why did you so nicely ‘invite’ me here?” Hope asked rudely.

“Invite you, young tribrid? I think you’re forgetting that you attempted to break into my home. I do not take very well to intruders, and certainly not intruders who seek to take what is mine.” The woman answered with authority.

“What is yours?” Hope questioned, confused.

“You will know, soon enough,” she answered ominously, “You seek to find Ryan Clarke, the creation of Malivore, the mud-man who became a man.”

“Since you know what I’m looking for, let’s cut this short. Where is he?” Hope asked, impatiently. 

The woman merely smiled before raising her palm, as if she was asking someone to take her hand.

From behind her throne, he emerged, the one Hope tore the city apart looking for. He wore a toga which complimented his shape, his broad shoulders seemed to be perfectly molded for the cloth. His skin seemed to be glowing, radiant, unlike any human’s she had seen before. He seemed almost ethereal. He stood behind the woman’s throne, holding her uplifted hand. 

Grinning at Hope he asked her, “Why are you here, Mikaelson?”

“I was just in the neighbourhood, so thought I’d drop by. I see you’ve made some powerful friends here.”

“Cut the crap, Mikaelson. Tell me why you’re here.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely, I’m hunting down the werewolf, vampire and witch who created Malivore.”

“Why?” he asked, his voice slightly hitching. He’d thought that that part of his life was long behind him after he found his goddess but here she was, Hope Mikaelson, his brother’s lover, asking him to hunt the very people who created the bane of his existence.

“Simple, to kill them,” she answered nonchalantly.

“And what if I refuse?” He asked, unwilling to look away from the glare she gave him after those words slipped past his lips.

“If you refuse, I will kill each and every person in this mansion, starting with the little woman whose hand you’re clutching so pathetically.”

As soon as her answer was heard she was thrown back by an invisible force. She tried to break free or use her magic but she was unable to.

The woman on the throne glared at her threateningly, her eyes were now a molten gold, there were no irises left only swirling gold covered the entirety of her eyes.

“HOW DARE YOU?!” She thundered.

“HOW DARE YOU THREATEN MY REGENT, MY PEOPLE, MY EMPIRE WITH YOUR MEASLEY POWERS?!” She raised her hand, pressing Hope deeper into the wall, cracks forming around her from the sheer force.

“HOW DARE YOU COME HERE ARROGANTLY AND TRY TO DEMAND ANYTHING WHEN YOU SHOULD BE ON YOUR KNEES, BEGGING FOR ME TO SPARE YOUR LIFE?!” The goddess pushed forward, clenching her palm as she watched Hope Mikaelson cough up blood.

“Wh-Who? Wh-Who are y-you?” She rasped out.

“I am the Goddess Y/N, but you may know me more commonly by the name, Hecatae, Goddess of magic and you have trespassed into my territory, into my home, young tribrid. I am the progenitor of all magic, of all witches. My power flows through them and theirs through me and at this moment, you have no magic.” The woman revealed.

Hope stared widely at the woman in front of her. She was a Goddess?

“I-I,” she stammered.

“You-You what? Are you scared now?” The Goddess mocked.

“As much as I enjoy you hurting our dear guest, I think you should let her go, she is after all the only thing that can defeat Malivore if he returns and also her humanity is off.”

“Her humanity being on or off is of no concern to me. First I’m going to teach this tribrid some respect then because I’m so gracious, I’m going to grant her a wish,” saying this the Goddess once again turned to Hope, a wicked grin on her face as she raised her second hand and brought both of her hands together.

Hope screamed in pain as each and every bone in her body was broken, her brain suffering aneurysm after aneurysm.

After what felt like an eternity the pain finally stopped and the tribrid was left a sobbing mound on the marble floor.

The Goddess sighed before healing the young girl.

She went back to her throne. Sitting on it she leaned forward and said, “I shall allow my Regent to accompany you on your little adventure but if a single strand of curly dark hair is harmed, you will answer to me and trust me, the pain you just felt cannot compare to the eternity of pain I will shower upon you.”

Numbly nodding Hope turned to leave the room when a question popped into her mind.

“How do you know Ryan Clarke?”

“How do I know Ryan Clarke? Why wouldn’t I know my own soulmate? The one who has a piece of my soul?” she said, grinning at the shocked tribrid.

[manheimsmuse]

ivory. twenty one. swiftie. she/her. scorpio.

who i write for masterlists guidelines

requests ; open !

[berriwritertingz]

the summer i wrote masterlist

content: future smut, fluff, angst, basically all of it

pairing: milo manheim x afab!reader & ross lynch x afab!reader

summary: every summer, you travel to dahlia's beach to reunite with your mother's closest friend and her son. but this year he unexpectedly brings a friend along. caught in the gentle waves of affection and longing, you find yourself navigating uncharted waters where the boundaries of friendship blur.

notes: this is loosely based on the summer i turned pretty. i just watched the second season and lawwwd i wanted to make a ff soo bad. plus milo and ross have absolutely none anywhere.

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[supernaturallover-7]

Wondering if anybody’s knows a Milo Mannheim x Reader story about the two of the them being roommates and really close and they have a movie night on friday or something and it ends in smut? Let me know 💕💕

edit: I think the story also mentioned they shared a car and the movie they put on was a movie that had a 🌶️ seen and they didn’t know that

[cades-outsider]

don’t know if you take requests love, but i think a NSFW alphabet is due for Milo Manheim i beg you with lots of details 😩 *chefs kiss*

Oh my gosh yes, I’m so writing this— 😩