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[melancholyromance]

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How about 26 for the hug ask?

26. exhausted hug

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The world is not so dark when there are toxins running through you. The shadows are not as deep, the night not as lonely. Everywhere there are little creatures, good and bad. Everywhere, they are watching him.

Geralt tries to step cautiously, tries to make no sound. He is good at it, usually, but the day has already been long. He has been tracking the Fiend for most of the day, and now he thinks he might have found its lair.

His sword lies heavy in his hand, his armor a solid weight over his shoulders. On any other night, he wouldn’t give it much thought. On any other night, he would tighten the straps and trudge on.

But tonight, his muscles are already fighting him. Tonight, the soft light of the moon is almost as bright as the sun, every sound loud to his potion-sensitive hearing.

He knows it will take him just as many hours to get back to the inn, back to his… his friend. Geralt is not used to having someone waiting for him, despite all the years they have spent together. Jaskier still being there baffles him every time, but tonight, oh, tonight he wants nothing more than to be with him back in their room.

He grips his sword tighter, fishes out one of his prepared oils and coats the blade quickly. He needs to be quick about it, he can feel Cat already draining out of his system, and with all the other things he has taken in preparation, he will feel like shit if he drinks more.

Geralt steps quietly, and inside, the Fiend roars.

The walk is fucking long. Geralt barely has the energy to return the sword to its scabbard on his back. He is not sure how to bring the fiend's head to the alderman. As it is, he can barely stand up. The potions are finally burning out, leaving his body a shaking, shivering mess. His muscles ache and there is a pounding behind his eyes and in his temples. His knuckles are white from holding such a tight grip. He is lucky the Fiend didn’t manage to cut through his armour, but he suspects he will have some heavy bruising over his back in the next few days, even with his mutagen-enhanced healing.

He could just sit down for a while and meditate. Just for an hour. He could.

He just doesn’t want to.

Before all this, before the bard, he might have. But now all Geralt can think of is a soft bed, a friendly presence, a hot bath.

He is trying not to think too much about Jaskier, but as he hoists his trophy over his shoulder and starts the long way back, he can’t help but let his thoughts wander.

Towards that brilliant smile when Geralt says something that makes him laugh, towards those strong arms that somehow manage to hold whatever Geralt throws at him. Towards those cornflower blue eyes that see so much more than Geralt even expected, toward that clever tongue that can cut or please with words alone.

He thinks about how on rare occasions, Jaskier would hug him. And once the thought has struck him, Geralt can’t stop thinking about it. He wonders if Jaskier would hold him tonight. That would probably be nice. And most likely filthy, considering today's activities. Maybe Jaskier wouldn’t care.

Those thoughts keep Geralt occupied as he finds his way back. He ignores his body's protests, his knees creaking. The stars are slowly replaced with the first light of day, the sky shifting and changing into the soft colors of morning.

Geralt has seen it so many times, and no matter how tired he is, he always has to take a moment and just take it in. He stops in the middle of a field, putting the Fiend head on the ground as he looks up and just breathes.

This is when he notices how close he is to the village. The forest and the hills are behind him, and only open fields lay between him and Jaskier.

Just a little further.

Jaskier actually meets him, just as the sun peaks up over the edge of the world. There is a light mist in the air as the ground fights off the night cold, and when Geralt spots Jaskier, he just stops.

He is not hurt in any way, he has just run out of energy. Jaskier comes towards him with a spring in his step, and the moment he reaches the witcher, he starts fussing. Geralt lets him, wincing when Jaskier touches the torn armor over his back. That is when he finally steps back. Grabbing Jaskier's hips, he pulls him closer and drops his head to Jaskier’s shoulder. He sighs. Finally, finally he made it.

Jaskier is silent, still for a moment. When it becomes clear that Geralt isn’t going to let go, Jaskier huffs and wraps his arms over Geralt’s lower back, mindful of the shredded armor and the apparent bruises.

They stand there for a long while, Jaskier only protesting when Geralt leans a little too hard on him.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, you big oaf. At least not here. Let’s go back to the inn.”

Jaskier pulls back and leads Geralt by the hand towards the village. They drop by the alderman quickly, meeting him in the door to trade the head for a bag of coins, and off they go.

Geralt fumbles with the straps of his armor, puts his swords and boots away. Jaskier only has to help him to remove the shredded pieces, and Geralt hisses when it puts pressure on the bruises.

There is a soft press of lips to the back of his shoulder and gone again, so soft he could have imagined it. He is too tired to comment now. It might have been his imagination, his wishful thinking.

Then Jaskier takes his hand again, and leads him towards the bed. They have two, but Jaskier follows him down into this one, laying on his back and placing Geralt atop of himself. They shift around until they both are comfortable, and Geralt ends up with his chin back on Jaskier’s shoulder, his arm resting over Jaskier’s chest, and Jaskier’s hand tracing gentle patterns over his sides.

The village wakes up outside, the sun rising higher and higher. But inside, behind a locked door in a soft bed with a bard in his arms, Geralt can finally rest.

[z-wonderland]

Pride, Love, Hunters and Vampires/1

Fanfiction

Part 1

Elijah Mikaelson x Elena Gilbert

Summary_

 this is my version of ‘Pride and Predjudice’ TVD/TO style

Well, blame it on this picture up there for me writing this  AU story. As always thanks for reading. A post from @rissyrapp20 just got me look into my archives for this story. Also I love Pride, Predjudice and Zombies 😘😁💕😁

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"Forgive me, I hope you are feeling better." Elijah said as he entered the room where Elena was sitting at the table.

"I am, thank you. Would you like to sit down?!" Elena offered.

Elijah nodded a little and then, instead of sitting down, he walked, in a very huff and puff way to the window looking out and then at the slender brunette. She didn't quite understand the vampire’s sudden visit, and his demeanour wasn't his usual one.

Elena, nevertheless, waited patiently to hear what this announced visit was about, not understanding what has brought him to her friend's house.

As he entered the room, where she waited for him, all that what he felt for her for quite a long time now just came out of him without no restraint and he said looking straight in the eyes, his heart thumping wildlly.

"In vain I have struggled, it would not do. My feelings would not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardetnly I admire and love you. In declaring myself thus I am fully aware that I will be going expressly against my family, my friends and my better judgement. But it cannot be helped - almost from the earliest moments of our acquaintance I have come to feel for you a passionate admiration and regard - which despite all my struggles has overcome every rational objections - and I beg you to relieve my suffering and consent to be my wife"

Elena's astonishment was beyond expression. She looked at Elijah with eyes that cried complete surprise. She then swayed to the window looking out for a second and then turned to the vampire, now looking at him with darkened eyes -

"In such cases, I believe, I should say yes. But I can't- I could never marry you. How would my best friend say- oh- she would say this- I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I am sorry to cause pain to any one, but was unconsciously done-  and, " Elena paused, taking a deep breath said," I hope will be of short duration."

Elijah stepped away and walked over to the chair where he had left his hat and gloves. He turned to her and feeling all the pain cut through his heart he said-

"And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance."

"What? Oh - you wish to know - well- why with so evident a desire of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character? You see- ahm- even if my feelings hadn't decided against you had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, do you think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the man who has been the means of ruining, perhaps for ever, the happiness of my very best friend? But there are so many other things-"

As Elena said all those things, Elijah changed his colour, but he didn't say anything and listened to the brunette.

"I have every reason in the world to think really bad of you. No motive can excuse the unjust and ungenerous part you acted  when you separated Bonnie from your brother Kol? You dare not, you cannot deny, that you have been the principal, if not the only means of dividing them from each other? Letting Kol believe that she has decided for Luka Martin and that she only played with your brother's feelings, when it really wasn't so?"

He couldn't deny it. It was so. He had played a part to separate them.

"She is a witch and- you know so very well that vampires and witches cannot be." Elijah said.

"Yes, but- how - do you then percive that we- a hunter and a vampire could? It is absolutely beneath you to be with woman that comes from a family that has killed your kind?" Elena threw at the vampire.

"There is one difference between those you call my kind- We have emotions, and those others- the creatures of the night don't-" Elijah replied.

"Yes, I know that. And even though I am in other ways quite superior to your kind, in many others I am not. I am just a pretty little peasant girl deep down, even though my family does have coats of arms stuck on their entrance door bestowed by the Queen." Elena said.

Elijah was quiet. They looked at one another and one could feel that Elena wanted him to leave, even though deep down her heart was not sure that it was so.

The conversation had come to the end. He knew where she stood and this would be their last meeting, but still he had to know just what were the other thing that she had against him.

"The other thing -" the vampire started but the huntress shot up- cutting him in the middle,"Yes- the other thing! Just before arriving here, in New Orleans, I had the pleasure to meet Lucien Castle, and his friends, the Count De Martel and his sister, who you have brought down to utmost poverty and ruin. How do you defend yourself on that account?"

You take an eager interest in that gentleman's concerns" Elijah said, in a less tranquil tone, and with a heightened colour.

"Their misfortunes have been great. It was not the first time you meddle in the business of your brothers. What about Aurora DeMartel and Klaus?"

"Their misfortunes!" Elijah replied contemptuously. "Yes, their misfortunes have been great indeed. And this," the vampire walked with quick steps across the room, "is your opinion of me! This is the estimation in which you hold me! I thank you for explaining it so fully. My faults, according to this calculation, are heavy indeed! But perhaps," he added, stopping. He then turned to Elena, "these offenses might have been overlooked, had not your pride been hurt by my honest confession of the scruples that had long prevented my forming any serious design. These bitter accusations might have been suppressed, had I, with greater policy, concealed my struggles, and flattered you into the belief of my being impelled by unqualified, unalloyed inclination; by reason, by reflection, by everything. But disguise of every sort is my abhorrence. Nor am I ashamed of the feelings I related. They were natural and just. Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your connections? To congratulate myself on the hope of relations, whose condition in life is so decidedly beneath my own?"  

Elena felt her anger now rising up in her veins every moment his words came shooting out, and yet she tried hard to speak now, keeping her cool.  "You are mistaken, Mr Elijah Mikaelson, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner."

"You have said quite enough, Lady Elena. I perfectly comprehend your feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness." having said that Elijah bowed a little and left the room, leaving Elena in complete state of shock struggling with her own heart and tears that she so furiously wanted to stop from falling down. She turned her head to the window and saw him now mount his horse and ride off. His words drummed in her head like loudest thunder-"

"and I beg you to relieve my suffering and consent to be my wife.

[carissapeyton]

hi there :)

so I used to be @sail_away_sweet_shishter but I haven’t really been active since early 2019? maybe 2018? so I just thought some of you would like an update!

I was 13 when I made this account and now I’m 16! I still listen to Queen, though not as much. Some of my favorite artists now are Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Association, and now I’m just getting into Nick Drake! I have a boyfriend and our one year is at the end of February! We both dress in 70s vintage fashion and surprisingly we met at our small town high school! I think we’re going to be together forever, but who knows? That’s the fun in young love... My favorite movies are Sing Street, Almost Famous, and Pride & Predjudice! I’m still absolutely obsessed with Lucy Boynton! I still want to live in New York (Though my boyfriend opposes!) I still love singing, I’m still just okay at ukulele, and I plan on being just okay at the guitar sometime soon! I had a best friend, but I realized a few truths about her this past summer, accepted the ugly truths in our relationship, and cut her off. That sounds sad, but I’m honestly the happiest I’ve ever been! I have some other amazing friends who I wouldn’t trade for the world... My family is still awful, but the sun is rising as I get older and I can move out! Also, I have the sweetest little kitten by my side who has kept me going through everything the world is going through at the moment!

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