#that one of the names of the daughter of the big bad wolf

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fandom wiki, and look me in the eyes while i say this, what the fuck are you on?

[khanaclysm]

You've always seemed to love annoying grave's maybe you'll like his cock buried in your throat more.

𝐂𝐖 ; power imbalance (?),7 year age gap, blowjobs, creampie, choking, slapping, marking, slight misogyny, older man/younger woman, sir kink,mentioned breeding, exhibitionism/public sex, voyeurism (?).

𝐅𝐓. Phillip graves

𝐏𝐍: I hate him so much, but I wanna fuck him so bad. It's not even funny. 1.6 𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

"One chance commander, that's all you have.Dismissed." shepherd said not paying him any time off day as he walked out of shepherds office.

He lets out a sigh he didn't know he held, back braced against the wall. In the dead of night absolutely no sound travels through the building  , he thanks whatever higher being there is for that. 

Graves continues to enjoy the silence and scenery of the ever so bright cement walls. Not for long though, as heels clank along the title floor.

"I'm not fucking dealing with this right now."

He makes his way to his cot but you start walking faster, he eventually comes to a stop accepting his cruel faith, something deep inside him yearns for him to stop. Faint humming can be heard in the distance.

Tiny pink dress, white heels, a walking dress code violation you sure are. Respect yourself more, your someone's daughter, he thinks. Disgusted by your outfit he refuses to look at you any longer and he refuses to be like them. Men who stare at your tits, and admire your shape like some sort of trophy to be won. Clearly you need to be brought back down to earth with an attitude check. And the fact these men would dare to entertain your low key prostitution like lifestyle is degrading and derogatory.

"Hello Phillip, how might you help me this fine hour?" His name sounds revolting coming from your lips, your plump pink soft annoying fucking lips.

"Genuinely, what do you want from me?" God your name sounds so good coming from him, it makes the lower area of your stomach heat and tighten.

I want you.

"Makin' fun of you is the only fun a woman can have in this place." You say, tits dangerously close to his torso, if you get any closer both of you'll be in a lot of trouble.

He rolls his eyes not daring to look at you, the Starbucks latte adrenaline (sugar rush) hits you like a truck.

His lack of response bores you, so you push further, literally your boobs are pressed against his rock hard chest. Due to his casual clothing your nipples can feel every vein, dip curve and mark. Creates a pleasurable sensation that you want more of, need more of.

He finally looks at you not with pure disgust, but one with a warning. Blue eyes piercing, becoming darker by the second. "You need some fucking discipline lessons."

You push your entire body against him, you know you've secured your one way ticket to whatever graves likes to call "discipline".

You look at him with prettiest bambi eyes that almost sparkle, even without a light source in this damned hall way. What a wolf in sheep's clothing you are.

 "Hm, and how will that happen phillip?" You inquire.

It's almost as if you can hear something snap, his hand grip you waist in away that will surely fucking bruise, you know it's on purpose.

"With a cock down that fucking throat." The statement shocked both you and him as if he never meant to say it, as if something's controlling his mouth and actions. 

"What if that's what I want?" You ask a question that you do not expect to be answered. Yet he does.

"Oh I know, bet shepherd would be pretty upset if he heard his pretty little daddy's girl was slutting her pussy out for the shadow company?" 

"Well I- '' your witty remarks are put to hold,as a firm, big hand grips your hair and forces you onto your knees. You like this side of graves, the ones people below him always see. Not bitchy boot licking graves, but dominating and violent graves. Heat pools in between your legs, pretty pink panties soaking up your sticky mess. Not for long.

"You have hands, use em'." You've only come to notice how damn attractive southern accents can be, or maybe it's just him.

You begin to unzip his pants, a sound you've always wanted to hear from his pants. Black briefs meet your face and so does his thick cock.

You go to engulf it all, wanting to test yourself but a strong large palm stops you from doing so.

"Eager to please are we? Go slow, swirl the tip." He stated. 

Maybe you should feel bad for having a man tower over you and shove you in front of his cock, but it made you feel something, instinctual, is the only word to describe it.

You move your tongue in a circular pattern around his sensitive tip, which earns you a soft breathy sigh. Unknowingly to him his grip tightens.

You roll your tongue over his cock, trying to take him deeper, ⅓ of the way. "Mmm, good girl, just fucking like that angelface."  The praise felt good, sending shock waves down your body leading straight to your now dripping pussy.

Staring at him with glossy glazed eyes, he was so aggressive without even moving an inch like you could sense the power and ego radiat of his body.

"Keep going, I know that sluty fucking mouth of yours can take more." He shoves your head down further down his cock making you gag, as of now spit is dripping from your pretty lips right onto the floor. Your hands flash to his thighs trying to prevent him from going any further but his hands force you down, god you panties must be drenched at this point.

He makes you deep throat his cock, the lack of oxygen makes you dizzy, your head feels like it could collapse in itself. Harsh hands tug your hair giving you a bit of time to breathe, just to force your tight throat onto him. 

"Fuck, gonna pump that pretty little throat, yea angel?" You can physically feel his cock twitch, his dick consistently pressing against the back of your throat.

Hot loads of sticky white fluid gets dumped in your mouth, the warmth of the cum is almost comforting. Until shepherd's office door opens. He stops all movement signalling you to be quiet.

"Commander, what are you still doing here?" Your father inquired, completely unaware that his daughter was choking on one of his best soldier's cock, cum dripping from her lips.

"Ah ha, nothing sir, just thinking." You can't hold him much longer, his semen resting on your tongue becomes unbearable by the second.

"Hopefully of strategies." Your dad blindly states heading back into his office. When the door closed you were immediately let off his dick.

"Aw, you cryin' pretty? Cock too big for you?" He mocks. Too focused on not making a sound you didn't even notice the crystal tears running down your cheek meeting your saliva on the floor.

"Think it's time for me to use that pussy, huh?" Without a word he pushes over his shoulders, little effort needed though you're not surprised you've seen him 200kg no issue.

He throws you onto his bed, he's so hot when he manhandles you, god he's just hot in general.

"Strip." You stare at him for a few seconds wondering if you heard him right. "Unless you want them ripped off?" You got to work first pulling off your shoes then came your dress.

"Your daddy know you dress like this?" You giggle at his comment pulling off your bra then your panties which are now embarrassingly drenched.

"Knew you were a slut, you get off on this don't you?" He inquired but you know, you don't need to answer that in fact you know he'd prefer if you just sat pretty waiting for your pussy to be filled.

"Condom?" You ask. He laughs a bit,but  you don't find it that funny.

Suddenly your pushed onto his bed, ass in the air pussy sprawled out for anyone to see. Lord did he even lock the fucking door?

"Don't think you understand, to be disciplined you have to be reformed." You look at him with questioning unsure eyes. "God your fucking stupid, I mean I'm going to turn into a mommy, you'd like that huh, me breeding you, filling you with my kids?"

You fill the tip of his cock slide you and down your cunt, lubricating it with your own arousal. He slips it in stretching your hole to astronomic levels, you let out a blissful moan into his pillows that smell just like him, they carry the same pleasant musk he does.

He begins moving, tight walls clenching on him so desperately it's almost cute. Hands on your hips surly to leave a mark, he comes down closer to your level, sucking on your neck and back to leave the faintest bruises.

"Fuck– Have fun wearing your sluty little dresses." In fact he wants to bruise you more to make you remember your lesson. His hand smacks down your ass, sending strikes of electrifying pleasure down your body.

You can feel his dick twitching inside of you as your clit does the same. "Oh god- i- sir, can I please cum, Ah- pretty fucking pl- please!"

"Good girl, you learn quickly," he thinks about his decision. "Go ahead, cun on my cock pretty girl." The tightness in your core realises with a snap, holds you down as you shake on his cock. He admires the white translucent ring around his dick.

A few more strokes and you feel the comfort of warm white liquid just pouring into you without fail. "Same time, same place tomorrow?" He knows he shouldn't, he knows he's in the wrong but he just can't, a fucking minx you are. You nod in agreement.

[ilyasorokinn]

thank the donkey , ross macdonald

note, okay, originally, there was going to be a big halloween series, but i couldn't think of anything that really spoke to me and i wasn't inspired, but i was inspired to write for ross. so, this is my contribution to the holiday. this is my new personality trait, get used to it. also, lmk if you like this little family because i do and would like to write more if you'd want to see it :) another note, i tried to find photos of the costumes but couldn't so please just use your imagination :) last note, dedicating this to vee (@abiiors)! i was inspired by your dad!ross, so in my world, ross is also a girl dad and names his daughters after flowers lol love ya <3 pair, ross macdonald x reader summary, poppy macdonald is upset her dad is working on halloween. her dad is even more upset he has to work. so, he does the best he can to make the night special for her. warnings, kids/children word count, 1240 words (a little short, i know. but i promise it's sweet!)

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Halloween, no matter how old you were, was your favorite holiday. When you were growing up, most of the other kid's favorite holiday was Christmas, not you. Maybe it was that your parents went all out, or maybe it was that they let you eat all the candy you wanted, but it left a lasting mark on you.

So, when you had your first daughter, her second Halloween (the first you really celebrated with her), you went all out. You and Ross dressed up as poppies and Poppy was a gardener. She had no idea what was going on but she found it hilarious that her parents were wearing weird big flower things on their heads.

Now, Poppy was four, and her little sister, Willow, was 10 months old. Poppy had inherited your love for Halloween and by August had her Halloween costume planned. She wanted to match with you and Ross which made you a little sad, knowing that Ross would have to work on Halloween.

When you did tell her he was working, she was sad but her mood brightened a little when you told her she could still dress up for the show.

She was very adamant about being Donkey from Shrek, so you did your best to make that happen. The band loved the idea of Shrek, so they each decided to follow in your daughter's footsteps and dress up as a different character and assigned themself different characters.

Poppy was Donkey, Willow would be Puss in Boots, Gabbriette would be the Fiona to your Shrek, Matty would be Lord Farquaad while George, Adam, and Ross would be the Three Blind Mice. John would be the Dragon, Jamie would be Pinocchio, Polly would be the Big Bad Wolf and Gabrielle would be the Fairy Godmother.

Poppy was completely oblivious to everyone's costumes and was just excited to get to dress up and eat candy all night.

On the day, you walked around Detroit and got her some candy from a couple of stores that were handing it out before you headed over to the arena for soundcheck, one of Poppy's favorite parts of the concerts. She got to go on stage and dance around with her uncle and dad.

Before the show, after Ross helped you dress the girls, and after he'd left to get himself ready, Gabbriette came in and watched the girls briefly while you got ready, and took pictures of you and the girls before Willow started to cry. You soothed her then slipped headphones onto both her and Poppy. Poppy's headphones had a pair of donkey ears glued on and Willow's had a pair of cat ears.

You heard the intro to the opening song and held Poppy's hand as you walked to the side of the stage where you watched the show. Willow sat in the baby Bjorn comfortably and watched from the stage with wide eyes.

"Mommy." Poppy gasped when she saw the band dressed up as the characters from her favorite movie.

"I know." You gasped with the same enthusiasm as you bent down to her level, "Look at Uncle Matty." You giggled with her when she saw what he was wearing.

Ross looked over to the side of the stage and waved at Poppy, who giggled and waved back shyly. Poppy couldn't stop smiling as she looked at the band's costumes.

Somewhere in the middle of the set, Matty finally addressed the crowd and addressed their crazy costumes, "Now, I know we look a little crazy right because we're missing our main characters, but I'll have you know this idea was formed because of my little goddaughter. She loves Shrek, and I mean, who doesn't?" The crowd cheered at that.

"So, the littlest MacDonald is Donkey and her mom is Shrek. Strange, I don't know how we got there, but here we are." He shrugged, keeping everything about your daughter vague because he knew you and Ross didn't want people knowing too much about Poppy or Willow, "So, anyways, everyone thank Donkey for this genius idea." Matty and Ross looked over to the side of the stage where Poppy was beaming at the sound of the cheers.

The rest of the show went on as normal and right before Ross turned off the lights, Poppy ran onto the stage and over to her dad, which sent the crowd into a frenzy because Little MacDonald, Donkey herself, was on stage. The lights were strobing so there wasn't a clear image of her face which was why she was on the stage in the first place.

Ross picked her up and carried her over to the giant light switch that would turn off the lights on the stage. He waited a few seconds before he gave her a nod and she pulled the lever, shutting the lights off on the stage.

He carried her offstage and once she was in the safety wings, she was off and running to greet her uncles and godfather. Ross removed Willow from the Bjorn, surprised that she was still awake because it was way past her bedtime.

Now baby-free, you gladly accepted the drink Gabbriette was handing you, "She's gonna be up a while, isn't she?" Ross asked.

"I'm hoping for a sugar crash," You smiled, watching George pick up Poppy and run around with her like an airplane, "You did amazing tonight, by the way." You nudged him.

"Yeah, I had a donkey and an ogre to impress." He teased.

"I'm gonna save the smack in the head for later because you're holding my baby." You narrowed your eyes at him.

"I love you, too." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you followed everyone else into whichever room would be used as the afterparty room.

You rolled your eyes, "I love you, too, even if you're mean to me sometimes." In response, he placed a kiss on your head.

When you made it to the room, Matty was standing outside with Poppy, who was pouting, "Why can't I go in?" She whined.

"It'll ruin the surprise, Pop." He explained, tapping her on the head, "You like surprises, don't you?" She nodded her head enthusiastically, "Then just wait a second." Poppy turned to you and frowned.

"Listen to your uncle, flower," Ross told her. She frowned and crossed her arms, "Just wait a second." He laughed.

A few seconds later, Matty opened the door and nodded over to Poppy, "Cmere." She skipped over to him, gasping when she saw what was in the room.

The best part of Halloween, in any kid's eyes, was trick-or-treating, and everyone knew that Poppy was a little upset she was missing it, so in the biggest room in the arena, everyone spread out with little bags of candy, creating a makeshift version trick-or-treating.

"Here's your bag." Matty handed her a big bag before tapping her on the head once more. She didn't need to be told twice before she was running into the room from person to person, gathering candy.

You looked over at Ross, who was smiling with pride, "You planned this, didn't you?"

"Halloween's her favorite." He shrugged, before producing your favorite candy bar from his pocket, "Like her mother's." He kissed your head again, smiling as Poppy giggled.

"You're amazing, Ross MacDonald, you know that?" You smiled up at him.

"Says you." He nudged you, smiling equally as big and squeezing your shoulder.

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Superstitious pt. 1

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Niklaus Mikaelson x reader

Warnings/Tags: hurt, angst, violence, blood, fluff, comfort, character death

Loving the same person can be hard. Especially when history seems to have a habit of repeating itself.

Authors note: Heya! Had this idea because of a dream that sadly got disturbed by my alarm going off. I really love this and I hope you will as well!

I seem to have a hang for dramatic stories I think.

There will be a part two, split into two chapters (one with Elijah, one with Niklaus)!

Word count: 3.612

"Nik!" his name fell off your lips in a happy squeal, throwing yourself at the oh so dangerous hybrid.

He caught you with ease, holding you flush against his body. "Hello, love." he greeted you in return, his lips curling into a smile. "How are you?"

You separated, looking up at him. "I'm doing great! How are you?" you gave back, smiling. He chuckled at your obviously good mood, leading you to one of the windows of his gallery. "I'm good as well, thank you love."

Your breath hitched in your throat, as you saw the gorgeous view the window provided you. It was one where you could step a little outside, but not really being outside. Almost like a small winter garden.

"See, I promised you a breathtaking view." the hybrid spoke behind you, smiling at the way your eyes lit up and goosebumps covered your skin.

He knew you loved photography, always searching for opportunities to bring out your camera or phone.

The view infront of you instantly made you want to snap some pictures.

The night sky was perfectly in view, along with some of the city's skyline, paired with the enormous chapel located at the far west.

It truly was breathtaking.

"Let me dim the lights and open the window so you can take some pictures." Niklaus offered, before opening the big window infront of you and dimming the lights.

The cool air floating in helped to calm you down a little.

It was the first time that you were at his gallery, as he refused to show you unless it was perfect. Now that you finally could see it, you saw what he meant by 'perfect'.

It truly was.

Almost every one of his paintings was displayed in the big room you currently where at, some of them in the attached rooms that where to your left and right.

It was magical.

You were happy that he was able to fulfill his wish of having his own gallery, a place where he could show his art and inspire others.

When he first told you about it, you were a little hesitant. Considering the past and the words said about him (though you didn't believe them), you weren't sure if he really wanted this.

But now, you knew it was the right thing for him to do. Something to get noticed by in a good way, something people would speak of with kind and gentle words, not the gruesome ones they tried to scare you with.

You fished for your phone in your pocket, not having brought your camera with you.

Looking for the perfect angles you took some pictures and then a few more.

Niklaus watched you with a fond smile on his face, happy to spend some time with you alone.

He was entranced by your appearance, the way your hair flowed down your back like silk, and the glow in your eyes when you looked at the different pictures you took.

He knew he loved you, even though he never would have dared to say it out loud.

Your gentle and kind spirit, which contrasted to his in such a way it took his breath. The way you never got scared because of him and his past, which you well knew thanks to a lot of people.

You had refused to believe what they told you, wanting to get to know him despite everything they said about him being the big bad wolf, the original hybrid.

You were amazed by him.

The way he changed after his daughter was born, the way he cared about the people he loved, showing it in his own ways.

He would have done everything for you, you just had to ask. Seeing you so happy filled him with pride and joy.

But the steps approaching that only he could hear, made him sigh to himself. His time with you alone was up.

You turned around to him, just at the moment where his brother entered the room through the door located behind Niklaus.

"Elijah!" you breathed out, smiling at the older Mikaelson brother with adoration in your eyes.

Niklaus' heart broke for the millionth time, as he knew he would have never stood a chance against his noble brother.

You walked over to Elijah, engulfing him in a hug. He hugged you back, holding you close to him with a smile on his face.

He could hear your human heart race, could feel the happiness that radiated off of you.

"Hello, brother." Niklaus spoke up, causing you two to separate. Elijah greeted him with a curt nod, stepping forward with his hand on the small of your back.

You were oblivious to their silent argument about you, Elijah's gritted teeth the only indicator. But you brushed it off, wanting to show them the pictures you had taken.

"Come on, let me show you the pictures I took." you spoke, smiling at both brothers, before walking over to one of the lounges Niklaus had sat up.

The cushions made the slightest bit of sound as you sunk down on them, Niklaus and Elijah following you short.

They huddled closer to you, each one trying to be closer than the other. You flipped your phone so they could both see, before starting to slowly swipe through the various photographs you had taken.

"These are stunning, darling." Elijah complimented you, making you blush.

"They really are, love." Niklaus agreed with his brothers words. You felt the warmth spread through you at their words, making your heart pick up its pace.

You couldn't deny your love for them, which seemed almost equal. But your heart had trouble deciding, and it slowly killed you inside. You were scared to lose them if you dared to say a word about your feelings, especially when knowing about their past with Tatia.

So you kept it to yourself, hoping not to break because of it.

"She's going to die because of them" "What makes you so sure of that?" "It's history repeating itself. The love of them will ultimately destroy her."

You smoothed out the dress you had picked out the night before, trying to calm yourself down.

It was the night of Niklaus' gallery opening to the public for the first time, the room being crowded with lots of people you didn't know.

You hadn't seen Niklaus nor Elijah yet, leaving you almost alone in the middle of strangers. The only face you knew being your best friend's, but she was already occupied with some wealthy looking man.

"Lost?" the sudden voice behind you had you jumping, your heart doubling its pace with your hand above it.

"Elijah!" you scolded the man now stood beside you, who simply chuckled in return. "You seemed lost amongst these people." he explained, smiling. He knew you hated crowds, them always making you feel uneasy.

You decided to let your anger about him scaring you slide, instead of giving into it.

"I was, thank you very much." you replied, a smile slowly forming on your face as well. "But now you're here so I won't have to watch Marissa cling to this stranger or these poor souls trying to look smart, anymore."

He chuckled again at your words, grabbing two champagne flutes from a waiter passing by. He offered one to you, which you gladly took. "To Niklaus and his gallery." you toasted, clinking your glass with his, before taking a sip of the sweet beverage.

Elijah looked you over for a moment, before opening his mouth to speak. "Y/N, you-"

"You look stunning, love." Niklaus' voice traveled towards you, as he walked over to you, interrupting his brother.

Elijah's fist clenched, but he kept quiet.

You blushed, feeling your insecurity fade a little at his grin. "Thank you." you smiled back at him, subconsciously smoothing over your dress. "I thought I should wear something fit for the occasion."

"It fits perfectly." Niklaus assured you, offering you his hand. "Care for a little tour?" he wanted to know, his eyes gleaming.

"Sure-" you wanted to give back, but Elijah interrupted you. "Actually-" he spoke up, glaring at his brother in the most subtle way possible. "I was about to show Y/N where you hung her photographs."

Your eyes widened at the same time Niklaus' narrowed. You knew that he thought about showing some of your photographs, but never assumed he really would.

Before Niklaus had the chance to reply, Elijah grabbed your hand and led you to one of the attached rooms where Niklaus displayed his art - and apparently yours, too.

"I-" you stuttered, trying to find the right words. "I never thought he would actually show them." "They are beautiful." Elijah gave back, smiling down at you. "They deserve to be seen. They should be seen."

Your cheeks warmed as you looked away from him. You still couldn't believe seeing your own work at a gallery, let alone Niklaus'.

But he gave your hand a soft squeeze, making your eyes find their way back to his. "I really mean it, Y/N." he said. "They are beautiful. And so are you."

Now, you really blushed, your heart skipping a beat.

They would be the death of you.

"Look at her. She doesn't even know that she has them both wrapped around her finger." "What will happen if she finds out? If she discovers that they would fight the other to death if it meant being with her?" "Let's just hope she will do so and then pit brother against brother."

"Do you think she will be more like her mother?"

The question caught you off-guard, making you halt in your movement, the ice cream in your hands no longer important.

"Why would you ask that, Nik?" you wanted to know, frowning at the hybrid.

He hesitated, his mouth agape, before he looked down at his ice cone, licking his bottom lip. "I don't want her to be like me." he quietly admitted, worry etched in his features.

"Why would you say that?" you asked in disbelieve, not understanding how he could think this bad about himself. "You're a great person, why shouldn't she become like you? Or a mix of you and Hayley, for that matter."

He looked back up at your words, hope shining in his eyes like the stars above you.

"Do you really think so?" he wanted to know, sounding more vulnerable than he would have ever admitted to be.

He couldn't stop but hope you really meant what you had said.

"Of course I do." you gave back, smiling up at him. "Why would I not? You're kind, charming, funny and smart. Why shouldn't she become like that, too?"

He made a sound of relief, a smile forming on his face. His heart skipped a beat, something he hadn't experienced in a long time, before you came into his life.

You were like a ray of sunshine after the rain, bringing the rainbow and all its beautiful colors with you wherever you went. Seeing you smile would make his day, hearing you laugh his entire week.

You truly had him wrapped around your finger.

He swallowed, as he thought back to the first opening of his gallery.

He had noticed two women near you and his brother, seemingly talking to themselves. But he hadn't missed what they had said.

He wasn't sure if he should pay much attention to their words, or if they meant entirely different things.

Either way he had kept it to himself.

He embraced you as best as he could, trying to show you his gratitude for your kind words.

He wouldn't admit it, but hearing you say such things about him made him happy, made him value you even more.

Your hands wrapped around him as best as you could, still holding tight onto your ice cream. You would have rather died, before letting it hit the ground.

You loved your ice cream walks with Niklaus, walking through town after the sun had set, buying ice cream and talking about everything you came up with.

It made you happy beyond words.

But your walks with Elijah were beautiful as well.

He would take you to new places, showing you buildings and explaining the history behind them.

Talking about what he had witnessed in person and what happened where. How each building was important in his own way, and showing you the beautiful landscapes.

You would occasionally make picnics, bringing your favorite snacks and drinks along with you, spending the day talking and laughing.

You truly had them wrapped around your fingers.

"They would never turn her, even if it meant her growing old and eventually dying." "Maybe. But her time is running out. She won't even get any gray hair, so don't worry about her growing old."

"Elijah!" Rebekah came rushing inside, frantically searching for her brother. "Elijah!"

"What is it with you?" Niklaus wanted to know as equally as loud, as he rounded the corner, not understanding why his sister had to shout at this time of night. Not that he would have been asleep, anyways.

"It's Y/N!" his sister explained, worry written all across her features, carrying the girl he loved in her hands. "I don't know what happened! She suddenly spat blood, before she fainted."

Niklaus' heart began to pound violently, his head spinning, as he stopped dead in his tracks. Mouth agape he wasn't able to move at first, when suddenly Elijah sped into the hall. They seemed to move in sync, as they both approached their sister with you limp in her arms.

"Bring her into my room!" Elijah acted quickly, not missing the sound of protest his brother made at his words, though; barely being able to hold it back.

But Niklaus knew that it would have been pointless to argument, especially when he didn't know if you would survive, only wasting precious time. So he swallowed his pride and followed his siblings.

Rebekah lay you down on Elijah's bed, checking your temperature. "She's burning up!" she explained, looking at her brothers for any indication of help.

Niklaus' teeth grit, as he seemed to grasp what led to you being in this condition.

"What is it, brother?" Elijah wanted to know, having noticed his brother's change in demeanor.

Niklaus hesitated, but eventually spoke up.

"At the gallery, when you and Y/N looked at her photographs..." he bit his lip, needing a moment to gather the right words. "There were two women, I initially thought they were visitors. But they talked about Y/N having us both wrapped around her finger. About her eventually pitting us against each other. I didn't think much of it but I think they are responsible for this."

He wasn't the one to back down that easily, but he knew he should have told Elijah earlier, who's expression showed exactly that.

"And you didn't deem this important?" he almost shouted, not able to believe that he didn't tell him. "Now Y/N's life is at stake, and you tell me this just now?!"

Niklaus was ashamed.

Not because his brother was angry with him, but because he had failed you. He had known about a threat, still deciding to ignore it, putting you in danger because he didn't want his brother to become overprotective of you.

He should have known better.

How would you ever forgive him, if you even made it out alive?

Elijah paced, as he heard your heartbeat growing weaker. He stopped, putting his hands in his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration.

"We have to-" he began, but Niklaus cut him off. "No!" he shouted through the tears blurring his vision. "Don't even think about it!"

Elijah's eyes widened in disbelieve. He couldn't understand how his brother would willingly let you die.

"Are you seriously just going to let her die?" he shouted. "Just because you wouldn't stand her eventually choosing me instead of you?"

Niklaus shook his head. "No, brother. Because she would be sired to you. She loves you, and if you turn her, she could-" "Could, Niklaus!" Elijah cut him off, anger making his voice shake. "I refuse to let her die just because you're scared of losing her!"

Even though his words made Elijah's heart flutter, he knew that you loved his brother as well. He had seen it in your eyes - the way you would look at Niklaus as if he meant the world to you.

How could he possibly compare to that?

It was impulsive and maybe even selfish, but before either one could react, Elijah had bitten into his wrist and pressed it to your mouth, making you swallow the crimson liquid.

"No!" Niklaus shouted, making a move for his brother, but Rebekah held him back as best as she could.

It took him a second, but eventually he broke free from her, rushing at Elijah. They collided, landing on the ground in a heap.

"How could you?!" Niklaus wanted to know, punching his brother in the face, anger making his eyes glow. "She would have died!" Elijah tried to make him come to his senses, gaining the upper hand for a moment, trying to hold his brother down. "How could I not?"

A tear slipped from Niklaus' eye, as he suddenly gave up every fight, slumping on his back.

He didn't want you to end up like them, doomed to live forever, not able to have any children of your own.

A wish you deeply harbored.

But now, your heartbeat had stopped.

You were dead.

And if it weren't for Elijah you might have had a better afterlife than what was about to come.

Hunger.

Heightened emotions.

The possibility of you being sired to Elijah.

It was like a nightmare come true for Niklaus.

He understood why his brother felt the need to save you, but he still hated him for it.

He hated him for robbing you of all chances to live a normal life.

To make you like them.

Turning you into a monster.

Elijah swallowed as he registered your missing heartbeat.

He let go of his brother, sitting back on the ground. His hair hung in his face, but he couldn't care less.

The weight of his decision suddenly hit him like a bullet, stealing his breath.

He had taken everything from you.

Not even giving you the chance to pick.

And now you would pay the price for his selfishness.

It was silent for a while, neither of the siblings daring to utter a word.

But the sudden gasp you let out as you shot into a sitting position broke the silence, making three pairs of eyes turn to you.

You were back.

Elijah part two

Niklaus part two

[legitimatesatanspawn]

Hello! Could you tell me if Sauron got wrecked by a dog before or after he created werewolves?

Sauron made them first! What follows is a recap about the creation of werewolves, the story of Huan, and why the fight is important.

Sauron bound a "fell spirit" into a wolf body, creating Draugluin. Draugluin isn't the most powerful werewolf though as that is his son Carcharoth who Morgoth handfed people meat to like he was an oversized pet. For the record to people reading this: Morgoth is Sauron's boss, who is essentially LotR's Lucifer.

It's not exactly clear what Draugluin was before getting stuffed into a wolf but it is fair to assume he was originally another fallen and corrupted Maiar. But it's possible thanks to his title as "necromancer" that Sauron shoved a dead evil human soul in there if only to match the linguistic origins of "werewolf" as "man wolf".

Sauron also could turn into a wolf himself - which was part of the Epic Fight with the Dog. The dog being Huan, who protected Luthien and helped her and Beren fight off... a whole lot of enemies overall.

Huan was literally just a dog. A dog the "size of a small horse" that was showered with a nice package of blessings so he was functionally an elf in dog form. Immortal but could be killed. Prophesied to die after speaking three times. Orome really liked that dog. Which is to be expected of the Valar Archangel God of the Hunt. Note: this is specifically hunting Morgoths's monsters, not wild animals. He likes wild animals and dogs and horses.

Why Luthien and Beren had the epic journey adventure is under the cut. As is the summary of the journey, the actual fight, and the aftermath.

Luthien's father got together with a Maiar named Melian, who was basically a one woman force of nature who protected an entire city-state kingdom by making an Unpassable Location. The kingdom Doriath was basically Hidden and Safe and Amazing and probably had a few dumb policies as is wont to happen when you're isolated and cut yourself off from the world's problems.

Beren... somehow finds his way to the forests around Doriath. Sees her. They fall in love (echoing what will later be Aragorn and Arwen and part of why Elrond is sort of Freaking Out because he knows how this story goes and while he doesn't wanna be Thingol... ).

Beren can't get killed off by Thingol's orders because Luthien managed to get him to promise not to, or to imprison him for the Audacity, so Thingol manages to get him to go along with a deal: "come back with one of the Noldor's stolen Silmarils from Morgoth's crown and you may have my daughter's hand in marriage."

This is meant to be a Solo Thing but Beren asks Finrod for advice. Finrod is a bamf and one of the big brothers to Galadriel and kicks all kinds of ass. He remembers all the drama of the Silmarils and was one of the Noldor who opposed the Oath to cross the artic ice for revenge to get them back... look there's a huge mess with the Silmarils and why Oaths are Bad and why no one trusts the Noldor or especially not Feanor or his sons. I don't want to get into it right now, their creation, or why specifically Galadriel's brother getting involved is a big thing. Like I get the reasons because that's Feanor's creation and Morgoth egged him on before swiping them, but god damn. But Finrod wasn't gonna go with them but then he didn't want to get cut off from his friends who did so he went along.

So hearing "I promised to get the Silmarils back" probably wasn't a happy moment for Finrod to hear coming out of Beren's mouth. Thank god no Grinding Ice was involved though because that was a massacre unto itself. It took around 25-30 years to cross that, or like 9 'years' as known by their calendar then. Even for an elf that's a long time.

Finrod gathered up a bunch of people but most of them got killed and captured and the survivors were taken to Sauron's island where he was still breeding Werewolves for some unholy reason. The probable meta reason is to ensure the existence of Wargs later on.

Luthien sensed Problems so she dashed out to find Beren and ran right into two of Feanor's sons and their dog Huan - who was given to one of them by Orome back when Feanor's family weren't being Ultra Stupid about the fancy cursed yet hallowed gems. And for reasons I can't remember clearly on why, they took Luthien prisoner and locked her up in Finrod's fort. Where she got chummy with Huan and Huan helped her escape (and spoke for the First time).

They got there in time to try and avenge Finrod's death. Sauron was like "oooh that Maia's spawnling. I'll be richly rewarded by my master if I bring you to him in chains" and cue the werewolf attack that Huan bamfed his way through kicking their asses. This included the father werewolf by the way, so you know Huan is a beast (affectionate).

And then Huan and Sauron fought! Sauron took the form of a wolf first and lost, but Huan got him in a chokehold with his teeth and just REFUSED to let go! No matter what form Sauron took, no matter what he did or tried to do...

Sauron got his ass kicked by a dog and it was only because of Luthien letting him go (probably laughing the whole time) so she can move on to more important things.

If you're curious about the rest of that story: Beren and Luthien snuck into Morgoth's hellish current capital by disguising themselves as his top vampire messenger/servant and the dead father werewolf. Luthien, when Morgoth tore off the illusion/disguise, continued to be a BAMF and bewitched the whole capital/fortress into falling asleep so they can pry one of the gems from the Iron Crown. Sadly Morgoth started to stir when something hit him by accident so they panicked and ran out with the Silmaril.

(Fair warning: nothing mortal can touch the Silmarils. Nothing EVIL can touch the gems either. This was by holy decree and blessing. So how Thingol expected Beren to take a Simaril back I have no idea.)

But remember when I mentioned Carcharoth, the son of the first werewolf? He woke up first because, as the guard dog who got suspicious as all get out over his "father" having "survived" (word reached him of his death), they had to first cast him to sleep before slipping into the place. Beren tried to use the Silmaril to scare him off by waving it in the air and instead he got his hand bit off for the trouble.

And then Carcharoth went nuts for a whole new reason: agony in the belly. He was put out of his agony sometime later to get the gem, but this is the best part I swear:

When Thingol saw Beren and Luthien rock up seemingly empty-handed... Beren told him to his face "even now I have a Silmaril in my hand".

Rest of the story short, Beren and Luthien got together, the wolf with the Silmaril in his belly showed up (probably was tracking them) and tried to get Thingol only for Beren to get in the way. Huan got the wolf, the wolf got Huan, Huan died with his head in Beren's other hand. Thingol got the gem, Luthien... died at some unclear point in time and convinced the Archangel Valar God of the Dead to change Beren's fate and let them be together in death if not in life. They got reborn as humans and got a happily ever after together - she gave up certain peace for an uncertain life with him..

Meanwhile, skipping over the hot mess that is Turin's life and why Thingol adopted him, Thingol got killed off by Dwarves who found out that not only did he have a Simaril but he put it in a famous Dwarven necklace "gifted" to him by Turin's blood father Hurin over how his son's life went (LONG story short: a terrible combination of Morgoth cursing people, Morgoth's dragon cursing people, Morgoth capturing Hurin and cursing him, and also Arrogance and Pride on Turin's part, and lots of soap opera drama) to create one insanely priceless artifact. This lead to the Sacking of the kingdom and a lot of death and destruction, as is wont to happen when Simarils are involved.

Honestly, Beren and Luthien should've decked Thingol when he first brought up the damn rock.

[girl8890]

JK | The Wolf Within You

word count: 2.2k

Summary: Arranged marriages always seemed to be so boring on the outside. A treaty pairing the two wolf clans together was the only reason you and Jungkook got married in the first place. But once you saw the little omega shy away from you, holding onto his sleeves for dear life, you knew your marriage was going to be anything but boring.

Paring: Omega!Jungkook x Alpha!Reader

Genre: supernatural!au, arranged marriage!au, smut, some fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: dom!reader, sub!jk, pwp, vaginal sex, oral sex (m), oversensitivity, orgasm denial, reader is a little minx, repeated orgasms, bondage, jealousy, use of the word “slut” once, pain!kink, humiliation!kink, marking!kink, biting, hickeys, blood, praises, begging

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Standing above your dear husband sends a thrill through you. Him clawing at his retrains, cock hard and free but with no way to relieve himself. It’a a beautiful sight. And he is beautiful with all your past markings upon his skin, the ones you carved out with your teeth and claws to remind him who he belongs too.

If anyone were to tell you a year ago you would enjoy being married, you would have laughed in their faces. You only got married because it was your duty as the head alphas daughter to marry an omega from another clan. You remember screaming, pleading with your father not to marry you off to some random omega. Men always - even omegas - found a way to use you.

Vanilla sex wasn’t your thing, and you often found yourself in the bed of omegas that felt the same. But you knew not every person, especially other wolves, were like that. They saw a young female like you and wanted to claim you, defile you, ruin you and make you their submissive.

You wanted none of that, and thinking that would be your life if you were forced to marry made your blood boil with hate. It wasn’t until you actually met the omega, that your whole outlook on the idea changed.

Jeon Jungkook, your husbands name is. A virgin at the time, and one that was shyer then a bunny being cornered by a bigger animal. Seeing him, you happily gave your vows, and on the night of your wedding you taught him just how wonderful your life together was going to be. Exactly how it is now.

Him underneath you, looking like the bunny you referenced earlier, and you the big bad wolf stalking to eat him up. You lick your lips, excitement coursing through you as you think of all the ways you’ll be mating your husband tonight.

Your decked out in the skimpiest of laundries. Black like your wolf, but with a singular white flower etched on the breast of the corset to signify Jungkook’s wolf. When Jungkook walked into the room, finding you with two ropes in hand and standing like the bad ass you are, he ran to the bed almost tripping half way there as he stripped of his clothing.

Jungkook may have not known what he was getting into marrying you, but the pleasurable senses you’ve ignited in him since that has only served to make him happy you did. Jungkook easily fell for your after that first night in bed with you. He especially loved the markings that still carved his skin from your bites. Him often touching them when your not around and smiling fondly at them. And now he’s here, withering underneath you and struggling to breathe as he waits for you to finally touch him. 

“P-please, wife- Ah!”

You bend down and bite his cafe when he calls you wife. That title is only used when you two are around the pack, but once your bedroom doors close titles are banished from your minds.

“Wife, is not my name, Jungkook. What happened to my good little boy?”

Jungkook curses at himself for forgetting one of your rules for play. Even as he moans when your sharp claws start to scrape up his legs, he hates when you call him a bad boy. He hates you thinking of him as a bad boy. He always wants to be good for you.

“N-no, no! I’ll be good, I promise… y/n.”

You smirk as you see your little omega start to shake out of nerves. Jungkook is always so fast to want to please you, and the only way he knows how to do that is to follow your ever command. That includes the rules! Even if it was just a slip up, you can’t let him calling you something other than your name pass you by.

“Tsk-tsk. I’m not so sure about that, my love. Looks like I’ll have to remind you who’s the predator-“ You grab onto his cock with a tight grip, making him gasp. “And who’s the pray, here.”

With one dip of your head you swallow his cock whole. Bobbing your head up and down super fast, and having to hold onto Jungkook’s quivering legs as he falls apart underneath you. Your tongue swirls around his head, and lays flat against his length each him you move your head up and down. It pulses inside your mouth and both Jungkook’s and your eyes roll back at the sensation.

Jungkook is screaming, “Fuck, Y/n! fuckfuck… so good. Your so good, Y/n!”

Just as you feel his legs start to tighten under your hands, indicating he’s about to cum soon, you take your mouth clean off of him. Jungkook lets out a huge gust of air that he didn’t even realize he was holding, and looks down at you with tears in his big doe eyes.

You smirk at him, and dig your nails into his thighs until he hisses. ”Did you really think I would just let you cum after what you did? Are you that stupid?”

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, and even though the feel of your nails and your words hurt his heart his dick jumps for them. You taught him very quickly what his kinks were, pain and humiliation being two of them.

“N-no, Y/n! I realized I was bad. I won’t do it- Ah Fuck!”

You dive your mouth back on him, sucking the life out his cock before you even let him finish speaking. You do this on repeat for what feels like hours. Coaxing all the profanities out of him, and then pulling right off as soon as his cock swells in your mouth. Bringing him just to the brink of climaxing, and stopping all together to hear his pleads and begs for you to forgive him. Silly little wolf.

You take your head off him again, licking your lips as pre-cum even starts to leak out of them. “Say it, Jungkook.”

Jungkook is in a daze. The constant stopping and starting your doing is making everything around him look like a blur. His cock his purple, it’s so close to cumming. He thinks with one more lick of your tongue he’ll be cumming in seconds, breaking another one of your rules as to not cum unless you let him.

He doesn’t want to disappoint you, and once his mind and eyes clear, then registering what you said. He knows what you want him to say, it’s just so humiliating to say. It’s something of his kind and gender frown upon, and even saying them just to you has his whole body turning red in a blush.

Once you realize Jungkook’s hesitance, you crawl closer to his face and straddle his waist. You grab ahold of his binding on his wrists connecting to the headboard, and pull his whole body closer to you. Your almost nose-to-nose, and the way your smiling down at him has his whole body shivering.

“Say it, or I won’t let you cum. I’ll get myself off with another wolf and keep you here to rot.”

You don’t mean your words, and deep down Jungkook knows this. You would never cheat on your beloved, especially since he’s so perfect for you. That doesn’t stop Jungkook from swallowing around the lump in his throat, and the sting of jealousy in his spine from hearing your threats.

He looks into your eyes, pleading and saying, “Please don’t, Y/n. I’ll-… I’m your little slut.” You smile. “I’m yours to claim, and mark, and fuck whenever you please. Use my-… use my cock however you want.”

You let go of Jungkook’s restrains, having him fall back onto the pillow behind him. You straighten your back, feeling satisfied at his words. You especially loved how he hesitated with saying you can use him anyway you like. That’s your own personal kink about this endeavor. Being the ultimate dominate alpha to his submissive omega. You feel the wolf within you howl at his words, and you let your pheromones surround your husband’s senses. 

Jungkook’s eyes roll back when he gets a whiff of your pheromones. He could roll in it, it smells so good. The wolf within him scratching the surface to let you mate him, and begs you, “Oh god, Y/n please! I need you.”

You shuffle down a little bit, holding yourself above your husbands leaking cock and aim the head right at your center. “What do you need, my little omega?”

The tease is small, but as you ask him this question you rub the head up his cock through your folds. The feel of your wet kissy against his swollen makes Jungkook arch his back as another drop of pre-cum leaks from him. You just feel so good, and wants to be inside of so badly.

His usual shy demeanor diminishes once desperation hits him. The way your rubbing his head on you just become to much. He’s so close, too close and he doesn’t want to cum anywhere else but inside of you.

“I want you! I want your tight pretty pussy… I’ll be so good for you, baby. Please let me be inside of you.“

You smirk down at him, feeling like the queen of the world on her throne as you praise him, “Good boy.”

With one swish of your fingers to move your panties to the side, you plunge yourself on top of him. Jungkook cries out, arching his back as he cums right away deep inside of you. His restrains biting his skin as you start to fuck him the life out of him. Spurt after spurt is shot within you, and your miking it right out of him. You love the smell of his cum leaking out of you, and you don’t stop bouncing on top of him ever after he finishes.

Jungkook soesn’t care about being oversensitive. It’s something you find so sexy in him, anyway. So you continue to bounce on his cock with a fast pace, all the while your clawing and biting at his skin to mark everywhere you see.

He loves when you do this. Use him for your own pleasure while you mark him to the point it looks like he was attacked. Painting his skin with blue, purples, and lots of red. Jungkook cums again when you lift your face up and he sees his own blood drip from your mouth. Knowing you’ve marked him to the point of bleeding is another thing he finds so attractive that he can’t hold himself back from screaming out in pleasure.

You laugh as he moans like crazy, filling you up to brim with his cum as you pull orgasm after orgasm from your little omega. Watching him come apart fully until he can’t take it anymore.

After his fifth orgasm, you pull yourself off of him. Jungkook is now breathing out of control, feeling like he just left this world and is in a new galaxy after you fucked him raw. His cock is spent and laying between his legs, and he watches you with lazy eyes as you crawl up to unchain him.

The second you do, you tell him, “Hold me.”

Two words that somehow spark a little bit of energy back inside him. He spins around and envelopes you in his arms. You giggle as he buries his face into your chest, wanting to be as close to you as possible and taking a big whiff of your smell. His skin is so warm now after so many orgasms that it feels like a blanket to you. You run your nails down his back, feeling him shiver even now as you scratch at his skin.

“You did so good, little wolf,” You say against his hair, kissing the top of it.

He hums his thank you, but after a moment of blissful silence his eyes shot wide open when he realizes something.

“You didn’t cum,” He says, jolting upwards to look at you in the eyes. You raise a pointed eyebrow as if to say so what? “You won’t-… your not going to-… I can-…”

You watch as your husband struggles to tell you how he feels, but once you see the sadness in his eyes and pouty mouth you understand why he’s so frantic about this. Your threat from earlier hitting him to hard in the heart this time.

“Oh, my love. I’m not going to find another wolf to mate with.” Jungkook’s eyes decrease in size ever so slightly from your words, but the fear is still there. He doesn’t want you with another wolf, he doesn’t want you with anyone. He doesn’t want others to know just how good it feels to be with you. When you see your first words weren’t that reassuring, you then say, “I would never do that to you. And it was pleasurable enough to see you come undone for me so many times, that I didn’t need too. Stop your worrying, and hold me already.”

You giggle when your done speaking, and your reassuring words are enough to calm Jungkook’s rapid beating heart. He goes back to laying on your chest, holding you even tighter in his arms then before like your requested. He’s helpless to do what you say, and truthfully, he wants to spend the rest of his life doing just that.

“I love you so much, Y/n.”

Your hand freezes as it goes back to rubbing at his back from his words. You look down at your happy husband, and a small smile graces your face.

It’s crazy to think how the world paired you two together. Two people the wolves judge so much for doing what they love in the bedroom, but once those two doors shut it’s like there’s no world outside the two of you anyway. You both love each other so much, and you don’t care if people find your ways of enacting pleasure out of the other person to be weird.

You’re a mated pair, arranged marriage or not. And you both will happily shout from the roof tops how you feel about each other.

“I love you too, Jungkook.” Your wolf scratches at the surface to say more, and you give in to its begging. “More then the wolf within you knows.”

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The End.

[voidfxndoms]

Something Blue (Part 1) // Sterek

Derek is getting married and Stiles, as his best man, decides to bring in an old bridal tradition.

Warnings: swearing, a lot of built-up feelings that don't come out in the best of ways.

W/C: 2,487 (total)

A/N: I had to split it into two parts because I was over the tumble world limit apparently??? I didn't even know tumblr HAD a word limit lmao. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy this first part :)

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"Okay, Scott? How much time do we have?" Stiles asked, nervously pacing around the room. "Thirty minutes." "Oh my god, we're never gonna make it. Where is he? Where is Derek?" "He's going to be here, don't worry. We got plenty of time." Scott tried calming his best friend down. "It's his wedding, for God's sake! How can someone be late for their own wedding!" Stiles exclaimed, anxiety reeking off of him and invading the room. "Malia just texted me, Braeden is almost ready. I'm gonna go check on the catering and guests, maybe someone knows where he is. You need to calm down Stiles, we're gonna be fine." "I need to tell him, Scott.", Stiles said, eyes sad and shoulders slumped. "And you will. I got you." Scott smiled, putting both hands on his friends's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I swear to God if Derek doesn't bring his werewolf ass in here right now-" "Threatening me on my wedding day? I really should have asked Scott to be my best man.". A tall, bulky figure walked into the room, pearly whites flashing as the words left his mouth. "You piece of shit!" Stiles said before taking big strides towards the groom and adjusting his tie. "Relax Stiles, everything is going according to plan. Scott, did Stiles not take his Adderall today?" Derek joked, looking over at the young alpha. Stiles huffed, then stumbled towards his backpack. Ignoring the two wolves making fun of him, he took out some things from his bag and placed them on the room's glass coffee table. "Okay. You, big bad wolf, c'mere." Derek, cocking a brow, approached the small table in the middle of the room. He observed the objects in front of him as he sat on the small sofa. "Stiles? What is this? I refuse to do any sort of voodoo ritual." Scott, standing behind Derek, looked at his best friend with a puzzled expression on his face. "I thought this was only for brides." "Well," Stiles said, "this is no ordinary wedding, so I don't see why only ordinary traditions should apply."

"Can somebody please explain to me what the hell I'm looking at, and what is this supposed to be?" Derek asked, half amused, and half annoyed. "Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.", Stiles announced proudly as Scott rolled his eyes. Derek furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh my God," Stiles's jaw dropped. "You seriously don't know what I'm talking about?" "I have no idea what this is." the werewolf replied, confusion still plastered on his face. Before Stiles could say anything even remotely sarcastic, Scott said: "Guys, we've got twenty minutes. Stiles, make it fast." "Alright alright." the amber-eyed replied. He took a deep breath, unsuccessfully trying to calm his nerves. "As your best man,-" he started. "The worst decision of my life by the way, don't know what I was thinking." Derek interrupted him, chuckling. Stiles glared at him. "I was saying…" he continued, stressing the final word while shooting one last annoyed look at the giggly man opposite to him. "As your best man, it is my duty to make sure you enter this new chapter of your life in the best way possible, carrying bits and pieces of your life before that horrible mistake when you decided to marry Terminator's daughter." "You know her name is Braeden. And, come on, be nice to her -- she saved all of our lives. I still don't understand why you hate her so much." "It's not her that I hate…" Stiles mumbled. For a split second, Derek saw a glint in his best man's eyes. It was pure sadness, but it lasted for so little he questioned whether he'd imagined it. "Anyway, I took the liberty of borrowing a bridal tradition. In front of you you have three objects," Stiles said, before picking up the first one. "Wait, weren't they supposed to be four?" Derek questioned. "We'll get to that in a minute. Now, the first one; something old." "The triskelion?" "Yeah. This part is about having a relic, something that will always remind you about your roots. The sentimental value this thing holds is insane." Derek raised an eyebrow. "Think about it. Your mom used it to help you and your sisters learn how to control your powers. It's been in your family for years, Kate tried to steal it… you even have it tattoed on your back!" Stiles explained. "I also used it with Liam." Derek pointed out. "Yeah, but that was a total disaster." Derek looked at him, lips tight in a thin line, the eyebrow still cocked. "What? It's not my fault your whole "We can all rise and fall to another" speech didn't work." "Alright, alright. Stiles? Move on." Scott intervened, time slowly running out. He nodded, giving Derek the triskelion, who put it in the inner pocket of his tuxedo. "Object number two, something new.", Stiles said. Derek held it for a few moments, before shooting his head up and asking: "What the hell am I supposed to do with a roll of duct tape?", annoyance oozing from his voice. "Trust the process. The "something new" is an object that will help you in your new life."

Skeptic, Derek let his best man keep talking. "And now something borrowed. Courtesy of Jackson." "I don't need a bow tie, I'm already wearing a tie." "See," Stiles said, making his way to the groom, "This sentence is exactly why you need the bow tie." Kneeling before him, he undid Derek's tie and started tying the navy blue satin bow tie Jackson had lent for the occasion. Derek hardly ever wore suits, and even more rarely tuxedoes. He liked casual and comfy clothes and had no interest in the world of elegance. However, when the engagement had been announced and his closet opened, the only suit Stiles had been able to find was dusty, crumpled, and sprinkled with holes made by some very hungry moths. So he had forced the alpha to the best suit shop in Beacon Hills, where Derek had gotten a tailor-made navy blue tuxedo with black satin flaps that had been hunting Stiles in his dreams ever since the first time he had seen it on the werewolf. But Derek had drawn the line at that, refusing to spend one more dollar on his appearance, claiming that he wasn't getting married to the crowd but to Braeden. "She loves me for me. I don't give a shit about what the guests are gonna think." "You really thought I was going to let you stand there, butchering all degrees of style?" Stiles asked cockily, straightening the perfect bow he had tied. "Oh come on, you're being dramatic." Derek rolled his eyes. Stiles scoffed. "First of all, you were wearing a TIE. With a TUXEDO. Ties are worn with suits, bow ties are for tuxedoes." Derek's eyes widened slightly, surprised at the reaction. "Okay fashion police, my bad." "And let's not even mention the state of the tie you were wearing… Terrible!" "Okay- Stiles? It's okay. We get it. Move on.", Scott said, worry in his eyes. "No you don't!" Stiles almost shouted, suddenly misty-eyed.

To be continued...

[midnightmuffingay]

Rating the pets of EAH based on what is on the EAH wiki and my limited knowledge:

Adelita - Rosabella's butterfly. I have never heard of this. Also apparently Adelita translates to 'noble'?? 3/10 I don't think it suits her and also how do you keep a butterfly as a pet.

Barber - Poppy's squirrel monkey. I guess squirrel monkeys are cute and I can see it as a pet for her but I have yet again no memory of this. 5/10

Clipper - Holly's lion cub. Apparently it is 'charmed' to stay a cub forever?? Don't know how that work or why she has a lion or why she would name it Clipper?? there are better names girl. 3/10

Carmine - Cerise's dire wolf. Okay so technically they're part of the same pack or something but it's the daughter of Littler Red Riding Hood and the big Bad Wolf. You can't go wrong with giving her a wolf friend whose name is another shade of red. 6/10

Carrolloo - Kitty's caterpillar. A sneaky little guy. From what we saw of him he compliments Kitty's personality and you know, a caterpillar with a wonderlandian? It's not like I can be mad. 6/10

Clockwork - Cedar's wooded cuckoo. Okay I do actually like this a lot. Even if we never really saw him it's a great concept for her pet to be wooden like her. Especially when you consider it would probably have to been made specifically for her. I love it 8/10

Clydesdale - Farrah's pet mouse. Don't recall and there are better mice. 2/10

Divacorn - Briar's unicorn. Absolutely slayed so hard I don't care about the name which is an astonishing feat. I mean of course Briar would have a pink unicorn it just makes sense. 8/10

Drake - Hopper's dragonfly. Drake. 2/10 Only getting extra points because it is a literal DRAGONfly. He breathes fire.

Earl Grey - Maddie's dormouse. Perfection. Best dressed of all of the pets. Is a silly little guy with a silly little hat that lives in her hat. Impeccable. 10/10

Gala - Apple's snow fox. Gala is a great name just because of the fact this it is not only a type of apple but also a fancy party. Very royal, on brand, like to curl around her neck. Iconic. 8/10

Grizz - Blondie's baby bear. Blondie. Girlie. You are a reporter. Please get original. A bear for goldilocks' daughter is fine but it's just like. I'm bored girl. You can do better. 3/10

Jelly - Ginger's gummy fish. I. Love this. A sentient gummy fish she accidentally made? So iconic I'll ignore the basic name. It's like naming your goldfish 'Goldie'. Anyway, I love the concept, love the execution. 8/10

King Benedict - Humphrey's chicken. No. 2/10 for egg related name.

Mr. Cottonhorn - Dexter's jackalope. Guys. Guys. look at him.

He's just a little guy. 10/10.

Moustro - Melody's rat. I like the idea and the pun name but I feel like I'd need to see a picture to be impressed. 5/10

Nevermore - Raven's dragon. There is no need for discussion. 10/10

P-Hawk - Daring's peacock. I think I remember him being kind of terrible so uh 1/10 because Daring I don't think that's how you say peacock honey.

Pesky - Hunter's squirrel. I love how even though they're like enemies they have the same haircut and Pesky has a little acorn bag that Hunter definitely made for him. Lives up to his name. 7/10

Philia - Cupid's Pegasus. Apparently 'Philia' is one of the ancient greek words for love that is often translated to friendship. soooo, even though I didn't know about her she gets a 6/10 because I think that's sweet.

Pirouette - Duchess's swan. Queen. Icon. Slay. Need I say more? 10/10

Sandella - Ashlynn's phoenix. The fact that Ashlynn has a phoenix because it rises from the ashes is so hardcore and I love it. Even if her name is Sandella. 7/10

Shuffle - Lizzie's hedgehog. The bestest and cutest little croquet ball. I don't have much to say but love you dearly. 7/10

Sir Gallopad - Darling's horse. He can change colour and camouflage which is THE coolest thing. Horsegirl Darling. 8/10 Also Daring officially has the worst pet out of the Charming siblings.

Spindle - Faybelle's pomeranian. Of course an evil fairy you have such an unassuming evil little dog. And of course she named it after her evil destiny. Iconic. 8/10.

[yns-world]

hi heart <3

I hope you are having a good day/night :) if you have time I want to request dialogues intros from Erron Black, Kano, Kotal Kahn, Shao Kahn and Rain with their son from the future who looks like them but has the personality of his mother( as if the reader were sarcastic, arrogant and rejected them all the time saying things like that she would never be with them that she doesn't like them and things like that and boom they meet their son who comes from the future).

Thank you very much in advance for your time and for writing such wonderful things <3 your posts are simply incredible :^ you are without a doubt one of my favorite writers <3

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i don’t take intro requests anymore but this was requested a week ago and i’ve been wanting to write this because i love the concept so much :)

MK Characters Meeting Their Future Son

Characters: Erron Black, Kano, Kotal Kahn, Shao Kahn, Rain

Y/S/N = Your son’s name

Erron Black: “Y/S/N, is it?”

Y/S/N: “Keep my name out of your filthy mouth.”

Erron Black: “You’re forgetting who you’re speaking to, partner.”

Y/S/N: “Great. I’ve found the hillbilly.”

Erron Black: "Hillbilly blood runs in your veins."

Y/S/N: “You don’t know how much I hate being remotely associated with you.”

Erron Black: “What kind of a mother harbors this much hate in a child?”

Y/S/N: “This hate wasn’t her doing, that was all you.”

Kano: “Ain’t no way you’re my child, I pulled out!”

Y/S/N: He rolls his eyes. “Real classy.”

Kano: He winks. “Just like how the ladies love ‘em.”

Kano: “You’re a fine looking fella, we could definitely use a lot of ya in the Black Dragon.”

Y/S/N: “I’m nothing like your third-rate gang.”

Kano: “Oh, but ya is. You’re my flesh and blood.”

Kano: He smirks. “How’s your mother doing?”

Y/S/N: “She’s counting on me to kill you. I never disappoint.”

Kano: “It’s gonna break her poor heart to find her son’s head at her doorstep.”

Kotal Kahn: “The heavens have blessed Y/N and I with the birth of you.”

Y/S/N: “You had no part in the blessing.”

Kotal Kahn: “You are of my seed, I’ve had just as much part as did your mother.”

Y/S/N: “The only thing you did was treat her like a whore and left her to fend for herself. I am of her creation.”

Y/S/N: He scoffs. “So the rumors are true.”

Kotal Kahn: “What rumors?”

Y/S/N: “That the sun god had his ass handed to him by some lowlife gangster.”

Y/S/N: “Does Jade know?”

Kotal Kahn: “There's nothing to tell.”

Y/S/N: “I guess I'll introduce myself after I kill you.”

Shao Kahn: He barks with laughter. “A son! Who knew Y/N would finally prove herself useful for once!”

Y/S/N: “You can rest easy knowing that I won’t fail like your daughters.”

Shao Kahn: “Fail at what?”

Y/S/N: “That I won’t fail to kill you here and now.”

Shao Kahn: “Your Tarkatan blood runs deep, child!”

Y/S/N: “It’s a shame your legacy ends here.”

Y/S/N: “You were always a monster.”

Shao Kahn: He smirks. “But your mother ran to me like how Red Riding Hood ran to the Big Bad Wolf.”

Y/S/N: “You forgot the part of the story where the wolf dies.”

Rain: “Do the gods deceive me?”

Y/S/N: “Not as much as you deceived my mother.”

Rain: He smirks, amused. “Ah, you’re Y/N’s boy. You carry her silver tongue.”

Y/S/N: His grip on his dagger tightens. “And I carry her hatred for you.”

Y/S/N: “You’re nothing but an egotistical bastard.”

Rain: “Ironic coming from you, no?”

Rain: “It’s good to know that my godhood passed down.”

Y/S/N: “Your pride will be the death of you.”

Rain: “Not before it kills you first.”

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[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 3! MATCH 2 OUT OF 4

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Queen Red Riding Hood:

She's a girlboss who is sometimes a little vain but still loves her friends and will do anything to save her kingdom. Also she was in love with a guy since she was like 8 and he continuously rejected her, and then she found out he was in love with her archenemy. So yeah, she needs this.

She's kinda spoiled and high maintenance but gets better. I just think she's a fun character

i loved the land of stories series as a kid and i especially loved red because shes sooo full of herself and wears beautiful dresses and expensive jewelry and stuff (she became a queen lol) but also she does come to genuinely care for people and her friends and has a good heart (even if she does brag about it) she’s a very funny character x)

She’s a great example of how sudden fame and wealth at a young age can go to your head, and she gets great character development about it. She has an entire giant chamber in her castle full of baskets (it’s unfortunately quite flammable). My most favorite detail about her is when she finds a wolf pup in the woods, she assumes it’s a dog and names him Clawdius (yes, spelled like that). Everyone else knows it’s a wolf but no one wants to be the one to tell her. She learns the truth and gets over it and now Clawdius is her guard wolf. (Oh also she had the original Big Bad Wolf made into a winter coat, and that’s the original reason Clawdius came to her) I love her, she’s married to a giant frog man, she got elected queen, please vote for her.

Queen Red ftw!!!!!!

As you can see from these little excerpts [Mod's note: click on link to look at the excerpts] that I managed to gather in less than ten minutes, you should vote for Queen Red :D

YESSSS VOTE FOR QUEEN RED, SHE DESERVES THIS SO MUCH

Vote for Queen Red TLoS!!! She's a girlboss who married a frog man :D

Cerise:

She’s the child of the red riding hood and the big bad wolf. Don’t question it to okay. Also she was the first character I thought of when I saw this!

She’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf! She’s a werewolf!

Love her design very much. She gets a lot of great outfits. Also, another version of Red Riding Hood that incorporates both the girl and the wolf together.

1: ever after high was iconic and amazing and so well written and i'm really bitter that it was cancelled so i think cerise deserves this win (i do too) 2: her design is really good. like no one else could EVER if you ask me 3: wolf girl. do i NEED to say more. ...honestly, my brain cannot bring out any more words so fingers crossed someone else submits her and she gets some ACTUAL GOOD propaganda (sorry cerise forgive me)

She’s a badass red riding hood with a secret (her dad is the big bad wolf)

She's the daughter of Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, so she has wolf ears and is really strong. She's supposed to be the next Red Riding Hood so she should count.

She's the daughter of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf making her a daughter of forbidden love and thus a double representation of Little Red Riding Hood's age-old story of maturity and adolescence.

She's really cool! She was born from a forbidden romance between the wolf (don't worry he turns into a human lmao) and Little Red Riding Hood and has to hide her heritage from other people which I think is really interesting. Also her hood is really pretty.

She's the daughter of red riding hood and is meant to take over that role when it's her time

she slays so hard!! while technically shes not THE little red riding hood, she is her daughter and the FUTURE little red riding hood. shes also half wolf, which is really cool!! and yea. she slays.

idk she’s just cool & definitely gay

She’s meant to be the next Red Riding Hood but her whole bit is that not only is her mom Red Riding Hood, her father is the Big Bad Wolf and she needs to keep it a secret. The best of both worlds. The tween girls went crazy for the wolf thing. Had a pretty doll and cool outfits. Has an older sister who’s meant to be the next Big Bad Wolf (Ramona Badwolf) who she comes into conflict with. Identity crisis! She was everything to eleven year old me

She’s half wolf, she has cool white streaks in her hair, she’s a jock with super speed and I like her a lot.

she turned me lesbian.

Fan favourite, my first lesbian crush on a character

She is a daughter of previous Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf, how cool is that

She’s a furry yeuwu

she’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf. she’s a wolf girl. i love her

[caswensworld]

This is one wild theory, but it’s all I got. Celia is a real mystery to me, she’s the daughter of Dr. Facilier, but her name doesn’t start with an F like Freddie. So I narrowed it down to one villain who’s name starts with a C and wears red, the color of Celia’s hair

Cruella

I know it’s far fetched but it’s all I got. Celia could get her name from Cruella. Celia’s also good with dogs, like how she was with Dude. That would also make her and Carlos half-brother and sister, of course.

So yes, I do believe Cruella had kids with the Big Bad Wolf and Dr. Facilier, is that too crazy for Cruella?

[cateyedfox36]

In this house we KNOW Jason Voorhees did nothing wrong

we watched Jason 2 last night- I'm sorry Friday the 13th part II is too long a title, they're about Jason being a very good boy so they're called Jason movies. Period.- and now I kinda want to watch all of them. Except that crappy one. Where he's Corey Feldman's character all grown up and he thinks he's Jason? And there's this really weird keystone cops vibe to the whole thing? Idk. That ones bad.

But the best one - besides Jason in Space and Jason vs Freddy- is the one where the kids are at camp and these children have hilarious glorious lines like "what did you want to grow up to be?" Bc they just accept that Jason is going to murder them too.

Without looking anything up, I'm pretty sure I can do all the Jason movies. Let's go:

Momma voorhees. Great sweater, excellent momBob, and you get to see Kevin Bacons Bits if you know when to pause the movie. 3.75 stars. Not funny, kinda off vibes

Jason in a bag. He's a very clumsy boy, falls off a whisker chair, is confused by a small dog (who does not die!), and is hit by a car like twice. He only kills like what 6 people on screen? And we get BEST final girl Ginny, who takes a chainsaw to our soft prince, and mind mojos him to think his momma is alive. 5 outta 5 stars! Some nice boobs, creep dies strung up like the perv his is and Jason is mu sweetest baby boi.

Behold, a hockey mask. Much better for peripheral and way more sensibly than a FUCKING BAG! Jason finds a house with stupid horny teens- or college kids? I'm never certain- and another with a newly divorced mom, her slightly sassy daughter and a young monster obsessed Corey Feldman. Pretty good kills, the dog laters out to go join a wolf pack (run by muffin obs), and Corey Feldman gives himself a bad haircut to bond with our big headed hero,Jason. 4.25 outta 5. Funny, more agile Jason, and I had no sympathy for the college idiots who died epically.

The fucking worst. I think they were trying for a Legacy Jason bc he definitely "died" in 3. So elder teen Corey Feldman thinks he's Jason and at the POORLY run TROUBLED TEEN camp he goes to someone starts killing folks. I vaguely remember the actual killer but... who cares. This is the worst. 1 star.

Again w all adulted Corey (reminder not thr actor but the character, but who bothers to remember their names?) Digs up Jason's body, it gets struck by lightning and He's Back! I think this is the one with the biker gang. And the sheriff's daughter has a taste for danger and breaks not-corey out to defeat Jason. 2.5 stars. I think there was an rv death? But a fun scene in a barn!

Jason's not dead, just napping and when he ends up in a morgue his heart infects a doctor who becomes... jason...? It's odd. You guys remember Nightmares on Elm st dream Child? I think it's like that. 2 stars. Fucked if I remember anything from this movie. This is where I get a little shaky

Jason back at camp baby! I think this is the one with the funny kids. And it's just a really straight forward slasher. No lore, no stupid shit just bad counselors getting what they deserve for not watching children. 3.9 stars. Best part is the kids

Jason on a boat. He was in Manhattan for like 10minutes. He kills a kid with a guitar, and the inside of boats are very dangerous. No lore. 3.75 stars

Is there a Jason 9? I don't fucking know but I do know there's...

Jason in SPAAAACEE! And it's amazing. A ship full of med students find Jason cryogenically frozen and a woman as well. They defrost both, murder hijinx ensue. Jason becomes a cyborg. And they completely miss shooting him into the sun. It's so stupid and so good and I love my son! 5 billion stars! Lore? Who needs lore when you've got a cyborg jason?!

Jason vsFreddy. The best team up full stop. With Jason's relentless desire to punish bad teens and Freddy's pervy ass? Forget about it. Nice lore, and the addition of seeing how happy Jason is in his death is perfection. 5 outta 5 stars. Look yes, Jason's gonna kill you, he'll have fun with it, but he won't sexually assault you while doing it.

conclusion: the middle ones suck. Skip them. Watch 2, 3, Jason in Space and Jason vs Freddy.

[drewmoll03]

Taylor Swift released her new album and it's kind of Bethyl coded?? Now I know I'm the ultimate delulu here but hear me out lol

"The Alchemy" - "what if I told you I'm back? The hospital was a drag.. I circled you on a map, I haven't come around in so long.." hospital is Grady obv and the map thing it's a big symbolism we've seen around her multiple times, even in the Bulletproof Picasso music vid.

Next we have the Black Dog - the title kind of tells me something but I don't know what that might be, anyway you can read below the lines of the song " someone plays the The Starting Line, but she's too young to know the song.. And I may never open up thw way I did for you, you said I needed a brave man.." this is pretty much self explanatory, but the starting line made me think about new beginnings (?)

Next "Clara Bow" ".. Half moonshine, a full eclipse" that's so sus to me "you look like Taylor Swift in this light" Emily has been compared to the Taylor swift of the show a few times in interviews!

Next "The manuscript" - "in the age of him she wished she was thirty and made coffee every morning in a French press." not sure how to read this except for the obvious age difference and French reference. "Since she was so wise beyond her years.. And the years passed like scenes of a show... Looking backwards might be the only way to move forward" again pretty self explanatory.

Next, "Who's afraid of little old me?" this song made me think about the theory of Beth holding resentment towards the group for abandoning one of their own "the scandal was contained, the bullet had just grazed... You don't get to tell me you feel bad... Is it a wonder I broke?"

Then we have "But Daddy I Love him" it's about a girl wanting a relationship with someone but everyone is against it one of the lines says "dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid.. Tendrils tucked into a woven braid" which we know Beth often had braids

Next we got "imgonnagetyouback" - "whether I'm gonna be your wife or gonna smash up your bike I haven't decide yet but I'm gonna get you back... Bygones will be bygones, eras fading into gray" grays it's obviously a big color symbolism for Beth, and that's not the only song that mentions gray

Next we got "How did it end?" - "We hereby conduct this post mortem... We'll tell no one except all of our friends, we must know. How did it end?" kind of made me think about Beth's supposed death and the mistery around it.

Another song named "The Prophecy" has a line that says "a greater woman stays cool, but I howl like a wolf at the moon"🐺🐺

Also she released a poem about this album that is also kind of familiar:

“He was in love with her/ Or at least she thought so/ She was brokenhearted/ Maybe he was too/ Neither of them knew. She was way too hot to handle/ He was way too high to try —/ He couldn’t even see her/ He wouldn’t open his eyes/ She was on her way to the stars/ He didn’t say goodbye”.

Something interesting I found out about Taylor is that she worked with the TWD makeup team to become a zombie for her music video "Look what you made me do".

That's about it, I'm cringing at myself for this in-depth delulu analysis that is probably not even a thing in the slightest but anywho, I'm delulu for a reason 💀💀K byee

[ystrike1]

Winter Wolf - By 순무 (sunmu) (8.5/10)

The aftermath of a civil war. A bloody revolution. A lonely mansion in the snow. The setting for this story is very unique, and isolation is a key theme. The two lovers here are one part of a larger, sadder story.

Lyshteia is a noble woman known for her red hair, which is the symbol of her family. That family is no more. Lyshteia is not a bad person, but her parents chose the wrong side of a revolution. They were punished. Assassinated off screen before their daughter could marry. Lyshteia was betrothed to the handsome Prince Jude, but sadly he also chose the wrong side. Lyshteia's family and fiance died in quick succession, and she was left with nothing. Not even information.

It seems like poor Lyshteia wasn't included in the plan, but she is being punished as well. Her life as a noble woman is gone. She has one relative left. An aunt across the sea. She has to somehow get there, and find another husband. The setting of this story is extremely gritty. There's no magic. The revolution toppled powerful noble families one after another, because in this world a mob is stronger than any sword.

The story begins here, in the woods. Lyshteia is looking for an information broker named Terren. She doesn't trust brokers. She's been burned by a few and she has no money left. Her horse abandons her, and she wanders through wolf infested land until she finds his residence.

Terren is a handsome man, who is also a realist. He says she is trapped. She is at the end of her rope. The winter season is bitter this particular year. He can't take her to the sea port. It is frozen over. Ships cannot pass. The very last ships are leaving in three days, and there is no possible way for her to sneak on.

She's stuck with him.

He taunts her, as if he wants to test her. Terren just told her that she's stuck in wolf territory with a man she doesn't know. In the dead of winter, with revolutionary soldiers on her tail. There is an assassin hunting for Lyshteia and the few nobles that are left.

Lyshteia makes a solid offer. If he doesn't kill her or throw her out he will be rewarded when she meets her aunt.

Lyshteia has been through alot. She has barely escaped death by mob stomping several times. She had to travel alone during the beginning of winter as well. She had to sell off all of her possessions just to get across the country. Just to get another inch closer to the port.

She's not going to give up now.

His teasing doesn't affect her much. She's afraid, but she doesn't cry.

Terren mentions her noble manners and her beauty. He says she needs to forget useless things like manners. In this setting being noble means you are a target. Lyshteia says she literally doesn't know how to act like a commoner. She was engaged to a prince, after all. There's really no point in pretending. She is well known for her hair, and she doesn't trust anybody anymore.

She would rather be alone, but she thinks Terren is handsome. She has been lonely and scared for a long time. After some flirting (that feels suspicious for some reason) they have sex.

Terren doesn't seem like a nice guy. The plot twist is kind of obvious. When Lyshteia confesses to him she saves her own life. His real name is Ian. He was hired by the leader of the revolution. His work name is Phantom. He has been paid top dollar to kill everyone left with noble blood. He doesn't kill Lyshteia because of a series of coincidences, and her passionate confession. Lyshteia is a tough woman. She's his type. Ian is willing to risk it all to save her.

He also slaughters some of his own employees and allies to protect her. The former future queen is a big target. An expensive one. If he won't kill her somebody else will. He teaches her how to use a gun, and his act falls apart. Lyshteia becomes suspicious of him, but they still have lots of sex.

The plot gets thick. Lyshteia does make it to her aunt's house, but she is damaged goods. She is no longer queen material. Her aunt tries to marry her off to an old man, because of her damaged past. Ian comes for her. He whisks her away from her shitty life as a princess. She becomes a kindergarten teacher, and he's a very devoted husband. He leaves the assassin life behind for her as well I think. He definitely becomes happier. They are genuinely a good couple, but I was worried for a second there. Ian doesn't have normal common sense. He's overly practical. I would call him a lighter yandere, but he does do alot of killing for her. The easiest option was beheading her after sex and taking the bounty. Helping her and loving her was a massive risk for Ian. He's not some guy with superpowers. He's just a guy with a gun, so his devotion feels very sincere and also unhinged. There's no judge or jury here. Ian could have been murdered for helping her, but he did it anyway.

[shrinkthisviolet]

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Ooh I'll go with my s9 finale Savitar fic for this one (which is almost a year old! How time flies):

So for starters...I didn't plan to write this fic at first. I was pretty determined not to write any fics post-s6...although I'd already broken that rule once, and I was so upset about how Savitar was misused in the s9 finale, so I decided to break it a second time 😅

Specifically, I zeroed in on the two dynamics I found more underused and fascinating: Savitar & Thawne...and Savitar & Nora

...also a little Savitar & Zoom, but I mostly focused on the two mentioned before, with the Zoom stuff as merely a mention. As intriguing as it was...this kept the focus more narrowed, more focused on Savitar's internal struggle, which Zoom wouldn't be able to coax out as effectively as Thawne (who is connected to Barry in a way Zoom could never be)

Thawne and Nora here act as his "devil" and "angel" respectively, so to speak. Thawne reminds him over and over again that he's Barry, to taunt him and his weakness:

“But you do. Because you’re still Barry, under all that armor. You still feel guilty for what happened…you still blame yourself.”

…

“Although, if we’re being technical…it is your fault, isn’t it? For trusting my word and then breaking your own end of the bargain.”

…

“I’m the reason you even became the Flash, Barry. Don’t forget that.”

…

“...never,” he added sharply, “make the mistake of thinking I don’t know you, Barry. I know you better than anyone in the world. Never forget that.”

(The last two are nearly the same sentiment, but you get the idea)

He also rubs Zoom in Savitar's face, and we get to see a peek of Barry's PTSD in Savitar:

“I hear Zoom gave you a run for your money the first time you fought.” Thawne laughed. “Is Barry Allen still afraid of the big, bad wolf?”

“I’m not afraid of Zoom,” Savitar hissed, “I just know my priorities.”

I healed from that. I’ve moved on from it. The nightmares are gone. It’s fine. It’s fine.

Villains don’t get nightmares. Villains aren’t afraid.

Not-so-deep-down, he's Barry. And guess who else knows it? Nora West-Allen. Not connected to Savitar in any way—in his time loop, she never existed. He's not her father, she's not his daughter. And yet:

“Savitar.” Her face flitted between fear and…and something else. “Or should I call you Dad?”

…

“No. Talk to you. Savitar—Barry—”

“Don’t call me that, XS. It’s not my name.”

“It was, once,” she insisted, every bit as stubborn as Iris.

She sees him as her father 🥺 as another version of him, but no less him. And, clearly, Barry and Iris feel the same way. Nora's father is not the same Barry who shunned Savitar...we saw in 3x23 that he tried to avert that, and even after Savitar's defeat, Barry's still haunted by him: the version of him that he couldn't save. Or, as Nora puts it:

“The villain that never should have been…that’s what the Flash Museum calls you too.”

Ofc Savitar takes this badly, but Nora explains that the moniker is one of compassion and guilt. See, unlike their fight in canon, we actually get an exploration of the Barry attributes inside Savitar, Nora's love for him because of how much she loves her dad (all versions of him, no matter what)...and also this:

But Nora just smiled and looked down…and Savitar suppressed a laugh as he followed her gaze. Nora West-Allen was phasing through his blade, cheating death as speedsters tended to do.

Barry’s clever girl. His clever girl. Nora couldn’t possibly have any other father with that smile.

And Savitar, no matter how much he wished it, could never truly escape his name, his past…his family.

He was Barry Allen, and he always would be. Looking at Nora only confirmed that.

…

She scoffed. “You’re terrible at this.”

“Watch your tone, young lady,” he scolded, the words automatic.

Nora grinned. “Schway. See you around…Dad.”

Hmm...seems something else of Barry carried over into Savitar 👀 just because Nora's not technically his daughter doesn't mean he can't love her like she is anyway. Half of her is from him...and they're connected in the Speed Force. On some level...he looks at her and thinks, "my daughter. She's my daughter too."

And of course, Anakin & Luke style…almost killing Nora is what gets Savitar to realize he's Barry and he can't deny it 🥰 he still meets the same fate of being…absorbed by Eddie or something (…don’t ask me to explain, I couldn’t if I tried), but it’s on a happier/bittersweet note than canon.

Mind you, he's wearing his suit throughout this entire scene with Nora in this fic. This is a scene the writers could've easily written, even with their restriction of not being able to unmask Savitar (due to Grant apparently getting COVID).

Instead, what we got is a brief few seconds in which they fight, Savitar says she'll die like her mother nearly did, and then she legitimately defeats him and smiles. That's...no. I hate that.

So I challenged myself to write that same scene but to expand it (with Savitar & Thawne as a “devil” prelude to lead into the “angel” segment with Nora). And I think it turned out really well 🥰 and it sparked my love for Savitar & Nora...which I intend to write more of one day 👀

(Also, as a comedic bonus:

He laughed. “And the serrated pizza face too. You look ridiculous.”

This is a callback to 5x8, when Thawne describes Savitar’s face that way)

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[abbatoirablaze]

Big Bad Wolf, Lloyd Hansen

Word Count:  1.5k

Warnings:  implied smut, soft dark Lloyd, implied cheating, dad's best friend, ruined marriage

“Mr. Hansen?” you asked as you opened the door to the house.  A shiver ran down your spine when you didn’t hear an answer.  Your frown only deepened when you saw the house was more trashed than normal.  Making your way up the stairs, you stopped when you saw the door half-open, Lloyd laying in a pile of blankets on the floor, “Mr. Hansen?”

“Didn’t you hear, sweetpea?” he croaked, shooting you a look, “I’m the big bad wolf.  You shouldn’t be near me.”

You frowned, having heard a few of the comments that Suzanne spewed to some neighbors on the next street over when you were jogging a few weeks prior.  She claimed that Lloyd was a horrible husband, comparable only to the big bad wolf.  She called him a predator, saying that he chewed people up and spat them out.  She claimed that he took all of her best years and gave her nothing in return. 

“Mr. Hansen…”

“Sweetheart, you’ve known me since I moved here and you’re nineteen…you can call me Lloyd…I’m not Mr. Hansen…”

“I call all of you that,” you reminded him gently, sitting down on the carpet in front of him, “Mr. Hansen.  Mr. Barnes.  Mr. Weiss.  Mr. Levinson.  Even Mr. Barber, and I’m dating Jacob.  Do you know how many times I’ve been told to call them by their first names?”

“It’s different.” He said simply. 

“It’s not, Mr. Hansen.”

“You should leave, sweet pea,” he groaned, pushing himself to his other side.  You frowned and rubbed his back softly, “please, don’t touch me honey…”

“I’m going to get to work downstairs,” you sighed, removing your hand from him.  You pushed yourself up off the carpet and reached for the door, “I’ll be up in twenty minutes to do your laundry for you, Mr. Hansen…I’ll bring up some fresh sheets from the linen closet and strip the bed…”

“You don’t have to take care of me, pumpkin.”

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes, Mr. Hansen.”

You looked to the house that was directly across the circled drive from you. 

Mr. Hansen stood at the door, his jaw clenched, and his face tear-stained, while his wife, Suzanne glared at you.  The door to the moving van slammed shut, and her glare seemed to penetrate your soul. 

You frowned.

Suzanne Hansen had hated you with a passion ever since her and her husband Lloyd moved into your quaint little neighborhood nearly three years ago.  You didn’t know why she hated you, but it was the one sure thing you knew about the authoritative alpha female who worked for the CIA. 

You got along with all the other wives in the neighborhood, but not her.  Then again, that was when they were all around.  Suzanne seemed to hate you with the most intense nature that you’d ever known, without a rhyme or reason. 

The first to leave was your mother.  Just a few years after you’d moved into the neighborhood, and she’d succumbed to the curse.  Your older neighbor, Mr. Dunham told your parents when they first moved in that your little suburban slice of heaven was notorious for breaking up couples, but your parents didn’t listen to his warning.  And sure enough, when you were four, she left, running off with a financial advisor that moved her to Paris. 

From there, you’d clung to Mrs. Levinson.  She was like your second mother, and you got along with her two daughters.  They were like your sisters.  You knew that they were never going to stay.  Your two best friends would tell you all the time that when their dad retired, they were planning on going ‘home’ to Israel, but when Ari retired, he said he wanted to stay in the states.  Mrs. Levinson agreed to disagree and asked for a divorce and went home.  You went from having Challah delivered to your doorstep on Thursday nights to sitting at a dining room table that was too large while Mr. Levinson and your dad burned more dinners than you could count. 

Next came Mrs. Barnes.  She was one that you really hoped would break the curse.  She taught you about how to be independent, and how to never depend on a man.  She taught you how to cook, and even got you interested in running.  But the retired S.H.I.E.L.D agent broke the super soldier’s heart, running off with his best friend, Steve Rogers, making a third man present at your dining table a few times a week. 

By the time you managed to befriend Laurie Barber you were becoming a pre-teen and finding your first love in Jacob Barber.  Laurie became the third instance of a mother figure towards you, giving you not only the birds and the bees talk, but also teaching you everything you needed to know about going from a child to a woman.  But when you were fourteen, she was out the door, taking Jacob with her to an apartment in the city that Andy footed the bill for.  It was two months after the divorce was finalized that Mr. Hansen had done some digging and found out that the apartment, he was footing the bill for had her assistant in it…Laurie had been cheating on Andy for years, and finally had the courage to leave him.

And then came Mrs. Weiss.  She was nice, she really was, but she was one that you gladly waited for the curse to claim.  She was always complaining about Mike, and how he needed to get his head out of the clouds and take on a real case instead of trying to fight for this one that dealt with needles.  He’d spent nearly all of his time on it over the past few years, and his partners were helping keep him afloat.  A week after she left, he won his case, and refused to take her back. 

Which is what led you to today.  Suzanne had claimed that Lloyd was a horrible human being and was divorcing him.  Today was moving out day; something you were familiar with.  And your dad, well, he was best friends with all of the men.  Mike Weiss, an attorney, Andy Barber, the ADA, Bucky Barnes, super-soldier extraordinaire, Ari Levinson, retired mossadi agent, and Lloyd Hansen, a government contractor.  Each man, just as important as the last had found a bond in your little neighborhood.  And they all had one thing in common. 

In some way or another their wives had left. 

You watched as Lloyd went back into his house, not bothering to watch the van leave. 

It was four days until you saw him again. And things had changed quicker than you could have ever imagined in just the twenty minutes it took to come back up to his door to make the bed.

“Well sweetheart, you wanted to be in bed with the big, bad wolf…” Lloyd purred huskily, staring down at you.  Your heart jumped up into your throat, making it hard to swallow as you felt his growing erection pressing against your hip, “your next words better be said carefully…because I do bite…”

You whimpered, your thighs clenching impossibly tight at the thought. You knew it was wrong.  You knew you shouldn’t have put yourself in this position. 

Hell, your boyfriend had moved in with his dad and lived right next door to the house you were currently in.  Had Lloyd’s curtains been open, you knew for a fact you could see into Jacob’s room. 

But none of that mattered.

You’d had a crush on Lloyd ever since you started cleaning his house weekly when you were sixteen.  Your heart fluttered as you looked into his lust-blown eyes.

He gave you a smile, one that showed every one of his pearly whites.  His hand caressed the column of your throat before settling at the base of your neck, “is this what you want, sweetheart?  You want the big bad wolf to eat you up?”

“God yes!”

The words had slipped out before you thought any better.  And his grip tightened enough to slow the oxygen from getting to your brain.  Your heart raced so loud; you could hear the blood pumping in your ears. 

“Lloyd.”

His eyes fluttered closed, long lashes dancing along his flushed cheeks.  You felt your core clench around nothing, wishing that he’d already used the erection he’d been grinding against you since you started helping him make the bed.

“God, I love it when you say my name, princess,” he purred, leaning in until your lips were almost touching, “say it again, baby.”

“Lloyd.”

He growled, and his grip tightened just a little bit more.  You gasped against the kiss as he stole the air from your lungs.  And the only thing you could think of was how just a week ago, your life was entirely different. 

Lloyd had been married. 

Just as every other man on your block was. 

But Suzanne Hansen succumbed to the same curse that every other wife did in your little neighborhood, leaving Mr. Hansen a divorcee with all the time in the world.    And you had never been more grateful than you were now as Lloyd’s throbbing cock grinded against your soaked shorts.