#time to get rid of it and never look back

[konigsblog]

how would konig feel about sex toys… i bet he would be pissed about the reading using them and ban them forever

CW: 18+, female!reader, brief mentions of König being “immature” or “toxic”. 🔞 Not proofread - ignore the mistakes. ☺️💐

He’s already insecure enough as it is, and you using sex toys instead of using him for your sexual pleasure only amplifies his fears of not being good enough for you.

In a fit of fury, he throws them into the trash, grinding his pearly teeth together before locking himself in his office all day in a huff. He takes his dinner into his office instead of his usual routine of eating with you - which is very unusual as he’s always adamant on enjoying a meal together.

König can’t deal with his emotions maturely because he’s afraid of lashing out on you - that’s why he explodes when you argue, because he has so much built up anger that he refuses to communicate with you. He knows he needs therapy - maybe marriage counselling - but he’s too worked up on not being sufficient as a husband.

And after a hard, long, and exhausting day of work, you come to your beside table, eager to work out some frustration after a rough day, only to find they’re now missing. And you’re not dull; you know exactly where you last placed them, and based off König’s attitude all day, you suspect him of taking them from you.

Once confronted he then lashes out. It’s your usual arguments where König fears he isn’t good enough. He knows he’s toxic for this. It’s like that one time you refused to have sex with him and he blew up on you, screaming that if he isn’t enough, then why are you two together. His tendency to overthink is the reason he isn’t a good husband.

“Why is it that I’m never good enough for you?! If you want sex, I’m right here!” He yells through his fury, avoiding eye contact with you. And at this point, you don’t even care. You just need to get rid of that need and craving to feel euphoric that you begin stripping naked, throwing your panties and bra at him with an annoyed expression on your face. You hate giving in to his wants, but you can’t bring yourself to have some self respect and fight back. And König can’t help himself from the sight. This is what he wanted.

“Well? What are you waiting for. This is what you’ve been birching about all day.”

And with a surprised expression on his face, he begins to unbuckle his belt, the sound worsening your patience. He slips his shirt off, sounds of clothing hitting the ground filling the room between his laborious breathes. His calloused hands wrap around your waist, fingers slowly trailing up your back and back down to play with your rear.

He shoves various objects off his desk, bending you over it with one large hand seated on the small of your back, keeping you in position while he rummages through his drawers, looking for lube to prepare you with. He coats his fingers in the lubricant before easing them into you, still huffing about how unfair it is for you to use sex toys when he doesn’t - because he has you, and that should reciprocate the same in return. You turn your head over your bare shoulder, shooting him a glare.

“Show me that you’re better then.” You mutter, the sides of your lips quirking at the furious expression on his face.

Before you can even comprehend what you’ve said, you feel his large hand whip your rear. You yelp out in shock while your thighs clamp together, biting your bottom lip at the way his fingers curl inside of you. A newfound ambition and passion to show off his skills now evident. “You shut that mouth.” He grumbles, now stroking his hard cock with his over hand, smearing his pre over your hole before aligning himself.

One hand coated in your lube grips you by the scruff of your neck, the other now on your hip as he bottoms out inside of your prepared and creamy hole. A whiny squeal leaves you, that spot now being hit by his slick head. His thrusts are slow, deep, and everything you’ve been craving.

“Say you’re sorry,” He starts, cutting himself off with a deep and low groan and he pushes himself out from the warmth of your hole and flips you over onto your back, hiking up your legs before throwing them over his broad shoulders and sliding back inside. “Say I’m better.” He continues, one hand now locking around your throat, starting to dig into your skin. You look up at him, eyes glossy, your bottom lip starting to burst from your teeth biting into it. You gasp as he slides back out, his broad hips meeting your rear and his hung ballsack colliding with your cunt. His eyes are dark and hard to read, but all you know is that you’re in for a pounding.

“Fuck- you’re better- God, the best.” You manage between deep breathes and slaps to your thighs. He lets go of your neck, both hands now holding your waist intimately as he throws his head back, eyes rolled back at the sensation. He can’t help but quicken his needy pace, now erratic and sloppy, the messy sounds of your squealing like music to his ears, everything he was dying for. Your moans harmonise with the sounds of your skin sticking together, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. His length pulses inside of your slick heat, two fingers reaching your nipple to twist and squeeze. He presses his chest to yours, hard buds and sweaty skin sticking to his.

König’s breath is deep and heavy, his eyes are rolled back and his jaw is slack. Your eyes shut tightly as you groan out, mumbling out curse words at the way his hits your cervix, how you flutter around his cock. You stumble over your words trying to find them, brain turned to mush at his will. He can only bury his head in the crook of your neck, his words now sweet and tender, sounding almost pathetic as he apologises profusely for being mean - for being so bitter and insecure.

Through an apology, you lose control, only worsening the effect you have on him. Your walls pulse around his, your toes curled and your back arched off the cool wooden table. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and the sight of your clammy skin and perky breasts, your thighs coated in your pleasure was too much for him to bear. His hips stutter and collide with yours, his fingers nestling themselves in your hair, his breath on your skin before he kisses down your collarbone, releasing pearly drops of semen inside of you.

He lays like this for a while, finally having you where he wants you.

“Fuck, König- you’ve definitely proved that you’re better…” You chuckle, your legs still wrapped around his waist, his head still buried in your neck through shame.

[namilettes]

hello vro .

I LOVE your writing oh my lords ,, esp the yandere ones !!

Speaking offf,,,,, would you be so kind to write some yandere 1x fanfics ,,? Heheeh,,,,,,,

YANDERE 1x1x1x1 X READER HEADCANONS

SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR 1x CONTENT????? YOU GREMLINS ARE THE DEATH OF ME)))

hi soggynugget!!!!!!! THANK YOU YOUR WORDS MEAN A LOT TO ME :BROKEN_HEART:

I have a 1x1x1x1 NSFW alphabet incoming but they take a while to make so I'm currently writing off the less task-requiring requests, like this! I love making headcanons for all of my followers!! Feel free to ask for a full fanfic but I made a headcanon list + a drabble for now :')

1x1x1x1 is genderfluid, in this fic i'm using He/Him and masc for them!!

warnings: abuse, blood/murder, abduction, slight non-con.

YANDERE 1x1x1x1 HEADCANONS

For a dude that's quite literally made to serve purpose only for pure hatred, he sure felt threatened when he first saw you

As he gripped his sword, he felt his breath latch onto his throat.

he hated it.

he abSOLUTELY fucking hated.

he was practically ''programmed'' to thrive only for hatred.

You awakening a new emotion in him triggered his fight or flight response.

Soon enough you noticed that he started to target you each round.

because in his head the only way to get rid of these emotions was to exterminate them

but it made it worse, the closer he got, all the whimpers he gained from you every time he penetrated your chest with his blade- it drove him further into fascination.

each glance he got of your face-

it was too much, the targeting soon turned into full on avoiding

to the point you won each round.

seriously you could see this dude looking at his wrist acting like he had a watch on it

he didnt have a watch

every time he sleeps he has dreams of having stupid tea parties with you

and.. other nights he dreams of corrupting you, making you his, taking away your innocence for him to keep.

yeah every time he has THOSE dreams he snaps awake wondering what the fuck is wrong with him.

soon enough he talks to Noli about how he's felt these past few weeks.

Noli lowkey laughs and points at him

he doesn't hesitate to tell 1x that he has a crush on a survivor.

1x CRASHES OUT and accuses him of lying, that he would never like a puny mortal like a survivor paying time for their sins in purgatory hell

though he eventually comes to terms with

yeah i like this person.

still doesnt make him hate the fact any less though.

seeing you interact with other survivors makes him- seethe.

one time, during last man standing, he uses his entanglement on you.

and oh boy does he feel the rush of adrenaline.

he runs his fingers against your chest, the claw like nails tearing a hole.

He gasps out a chuckle of excitement, he couldn't kill you now, no, not like this.

and poof, the spectre has awarded a new plaything for 1x.

you spend most of your time in his quarters.

everytime he comes back, he scans VERY hard to make sure you havent gotten any smarter to escape his claws.

In the past he's always been treated roughly as the offspring of Telamon. Never really had anyone to rely on so if you do anything to show him the slightest bit of love everything will become worse for you.

if you stay silent, he'll crash out and yell at you, tell you how because of him your living situation is a lot better and how you can't even appreciate that.

grabs you by the hair, and talking about the same corruption i brought up earlier, definitely forcefully steals your kiss

despite not having any romance in his life this dude is an absolute god at kissing and handling you????

leaves marks all over you so that theyre SUPER evident, definitely forces you to go back to the survivors, tell them that you and 1x are wed to be together now and watch as they turn their backs on you so you lose all hope and can only rely on him now.

definitely doesn't take no as an answer, all he cares about is corrupting you and keeping you at a rank underneath him so he can keep you as his personal pet.

as much as he likes you, to him that means you must obey him to keep you 'safe'

even though he hurts you on the daily.

scans your reactions thoroughly whenever he brings you food

like this man doesn't wanna ask you about your favourite things because he thinks its pathetic

literally doing anything but the bare minimum

brochacho literally just goes all on assumption and randomly walks in with a piece of something he thinks is your favourite.

''you behaved rather well today. Here, i brought your favourite.''

smacks the plate infront of you. Even if it isnt your favourite which is highly unlikely- since.. this dude is actually really good at analyzing you?

if you dont eat it then he smacks your face, like ROUGH.

leaves you alone in the dark for HOURS upon hours, maybe even a day so that you grow attached to him as your only source of comfort.

has a tendency to threaten you with ''i can always replace you, do so much better.''

just to make you appreciate being alive, and it works all the time.

#masteratmakingyoudevelopstockholmsyndrome.

Yan!1x1x1x1 x reader

[Don't ruin what we have.]

It's been almost a day now, the ropes grinding against all your limbs, you've tried crawling around trying to find ANYTHING to let you escape. The blindfold on your face doesn't help things at all, you keep hearing C00lkidd's exclamations as he begs uncle Noli to play with him from.. Downstairs? You can't really tell as the noise around you keeps shifting.

You find a handle- after hours of crawling around and using your teeth. You use what you suspect to be a door handle to gently lift the blindfold off your face, even the dark room hurting your eyes after not seeing anyone. Suddenly you appreciate your eyesight a lot more than you ever have.

Your hands were still bound behind you, your ankle as well, you could only crawl or hop around really funky. Having an estimated 50 bruises on your legs, or at least that's how it felt like... Your small sobs were pathetic to anyone's ears innocent or guilty.

The blindfold slipped just low enough to let in a sliver of light- just enough. Your heart hammered in your chest as you inched forward, wrists and ankles bound, elbows scraping the cold floor. The air stank of metal and damp stone. You didn’t know how long you had until he came back- if he was even gone at all.

Fingertips brushed the edge of something- was it a hinge? A crack in the wall? Salvation? You didn’t care. You were ready to drag yourself through hell if it meant away from him.

But then-

click.

The door opened.

You froze. You felt all the blood you desperately harbored to keep inside run cold. You felt your life flash before you, the scary part was- you didn't know what would happen next.

Heavy static spilled into the room like oil, thick and humming. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was. That presence- glitching, warping- twisted the air itself. You felt his hand on your hip, running his cold, almost lifeless hand across your spine to gently run his fingers through your hair.

'Oh...' his voice crackled, distorted with feigned sweetness. ''Look at you..; Crawling.. Bleeding... Trying so hard.... Clever little bug.''

You felt him crouch behind you, a low whirr echoing as if his form tried to stay stable. Gentle fingers ghosted over the blindfold still clinging to your temple. He plucked it off completely, slow and deliberate.

''You weren’t supposed to see anything,'' he murmured. ''But I suppose I underestimated how desperate you are.'' He roughly yanked your hair, dragging you to the bed this time, clearly a simple binding wasn't enough for you, of course it wasn't he felt stupid to have given you the mercy of minimal binding.

His hand moved to your chin, tilting your face up. You refused to meet his eyes.

''I’m not angry, darling...'' he whispered. His face told a whole other story, it was filled with disgust, disappointment, anger. ''Not yet.''

A beat. Then, softly, almost lovingly-

''Just… don’t ruin what we have again, okay?''

That was almost enough to make you feel safer than you were. Or maybe that was a part of you thanking whatever god that awarded you with the mercy of seeing him roughly smash his blade into your chest. The worst part was that he'd make sure you didn't die.

[iamthatonefangirl]

tension - nsfw bucky barnes

word count: 1.8k based on this ask. disclaimer: rough sex. fully consensual by all parties. a/n: I love u all sm

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“Bucky, goddamnit!" you yell, "you know better by now! you can’t be putting yourself in danger like that!”

you’ve only just retreated to your private quarters, your anger finally boiling over in response to his reckless actions on the field.

“you’re not invincible, you hear me?” you continue to yell at him when he doesn’t say anything, too focused on yanking at his bootstraps, not bothering to respond. 

“so, what? you’re just going to ignore me? real mature,” you continue, crossing your arms over your chest as you stand there in wait. after a moment, before you can speak up again, he finally kicks off his boots and stands to face you.

“everything we do out there is dangerous! I know you’re not so naive that you don't know that,” he tries to argue with you. he’s not quite yelling, not yet. not like you are.

“there is a difference between putting ourselves in danger for the greater good and deliberately being reckless in the process!” you reason. does he seriously not get it? does he not understand that you’re worried about him, concerned for his safety?

“you don’t like the way I do things, fine. you don’t have to. but I am still your boss–”

“oh, fuck that!” you interrupt him. “don’t pull the ‘boss’ card on me. we are partners first and foremost. don’t pull that shit with me.”

he sighs in frustration. “fine. yes, fine, you’re right. but–”

you proceed to interrupt him again, still upset. angry. because you love him, you need him to be careful, to realize that it’s not just him anymore. 

“yes! I am right! but you’re not listening to me!” you yell out in your frustration. you don’t know what to say, how to get your point across with your mind being dragged in so many different directions.

“I am trying to listen, but–”

“no! you’re not, Bucky!” 

he says your name once, twice, a few more times as you continue yelling at him about how he isn't listening, he never listens–

suddenly, all the air is pushed from your lungs, your back being shoved up against the wall. 

“I am listening,” he grits in your ear. “now it’s time you listen to me.”

only then do you realize the position you’re in. 

his vibranium arm is pressing against your chest, exerting just enough strength to hold you in place against the wall. he’s breathing heavily, eyes staring you down, glaring daggers through you. 

he’s pissed, but he’s waiting. he’s looking back and forth between your eyes.

waiting.

you barely give him a nod before he’s grabbing your hips tightly, ripping you away from the wall and dragging you to the floor underneath him. he moves so quickly, you’re hardly even aware of the change as it’s happening. 

“you’re gonna be good and keep your mouth shut while I fuck you, you hear me?” he says, glaring down into your eyes. he doesn’t move a muscle, his weight on top of you preventing you from going anywhere. he’s straddling you, hands gripping you with a strength that reminds you you’re not going anywhere.

there’s nothing behind his eyes. they’ve gone cold, grey, lifeless…

it almost reminds you of him.

your whole body shivers. 

and then he’s moving again with fervor, reaching for the zippers of your suit and tugging at them to expose you to him as quickly as possible. 

“fuck, it's about time you listened,” he grits, all while tugging the fabric out of the way, ridding you of your suit as fast as possible. he never once attempts to remove his own gear.

when you make to reach a hand for the hem of his jacket, hoping to get your hands on him, too, a metal hand reaches out and stops you in your tracks. he holds your wrist so tightly, you can't move.

“did I say you could do that?” he hisses, stopping all of his motions and glaring you down. you’re stunned, once again frozen from the weight of his gaze staring deep into your eyes. 

“no,” you whisper, forcing yourself to respond in your trepidation. he lets go of your hand with a careless flick of his wrist. 

something about the demandingness of his tone, the forcefulness of his actions makes you crave it, need him to take you, use you–

except the second you open your mouth to say something, you remember what he told you: keep your mouth shut.

you could speak up, piss him off even more, convince him to be as rough with you as possible and relish every second of it. 

or you can keep quiet and maybe he won’t spend hours tormenting you before letting you come. 

you shut your mouth in the hopes of the latter. 

he’s gripping tightly at your flesh, now bared to him in nothing but your undergarments, his hold on you never once letting you squirm away from the cold floor beneath you. his fingers dig into your skin as he brings his mouth to your chest, nipping over your collarbone as he goes. 

“so goddamn pretty, and yet you’ve still got that mouth on you,” he comments between soft bites at your skin. “thought I’d fixed that by now.” 

something about those words makes you want to beg, plead with him to rail you into oblivion until you can’t speak a single word. you try like hell to stay quiet, but you can’t help the soft whimper that arises from the back of your throat. 

“oh, you like that, huh? were you trying to rile me up just so I’d put you in your place?” he asks, and you have to bite down on your lip to keep yourself from moaning out. 

“yeah. you're so fucking eager for it, I bet you were,” he continues. at that moment, he yanks the cup of your bra out of place, surging down to wrap his lips around your nipple.

he’s trying to force you to respond, to break his rule, you determine, when he bites down just hard enough to make you gasp out in shock. he wants you to break, wants you to give him all the more reason to be rough with you. 

you’re almost inclined to give in. 

you let out another tentative moan, louder this time, just to see what he’ll do. 

he responds with a sharp slap to your outer thigh, making you gasp at the sting.

“that’s enough of that,” he mumbles, pulling his mouth away from you to watch as he rips your underwear clean off your body. he brings two flesh fingers between your legs, pressing up against your hole, teasing you. “shit, you like it when I slap you around a little bit? hmm? maybe I ought to do this to you more often,” he grits, pulling his hand back and placing another harsh smack to your thigh. 

you’re a mess, your mind starting to go cloudy the more he touches you like this. you give it your all to stay quiet, all the while you’re blissfully unaware of the way you begin to drool down your chin. 

“think I like you better this way. goin’ all stupid and making a mess of yourself,” he tells you while reaching his metal hand up to wipe your chin dry. “yeah, how about I be real nice and help you keep quiet, yeah?” he taunts as he begins to press his thumb into your mouth. your body responds before you can tell it to, immediately sucking on the vibranium like a lifeline. 

your eyes have fallen shut, stuck in a stupor and completely unaware of the pleased expression on his face.

you stay there, focused on nothing but keeping quiet and holding his thumb in your mouth as he pops the button of his cargo pants just enough to shove them out of his way. 

“now, baby, you’re gonna be real good for me, aren’t you?” he asks. 

you nod your agreement, not once opening your eyes. 

“so fucking needy for me,” he mutters under his breath. 

and by god, he doesn’t waste another second before brutally thrusting into you like his life depends on it. 

it’s all you can do to hang on for dear life as he shoves your thighs further apart, giving him a better view of the absolute debauched sight between your legs. he’s relentless, taking out all his pent-up stress on you and watching the way your cunt opens up for him.

“she’ll take it no matter what, won’t she? any way I give it to you, you’ll beg for it all the same.” his words are clipped, breathy as he lets go of the rest of his post-mission energy. 

you’re not even listening anymore, no longer able to keep yourself quiet with the way he's using you. you never even stood a chance. 

but he’s clearly distracted, no longer concerned with keeping you quiet as all his focus goes towards taking what he wants from between your legs. 

your lower back begins to ache from the force of him repeatedly pounding into you while you’re stuck on the hard floor, uncomfortably stuck and made to just take it over and over again. your jaw grows sore from his grip on you, surely making a mess of yourself once more as his thumb presses down on your tongue. 

just as you consider signalling to him I’m done, he pipes up. 

“you gonna talk back to me like that ever again?”

you shake your head vehemently no.

“you sure?” 

you nod yes. 

“good girl,” he says, and with that, you feel him letting go, filling you to the brim with his release. the aches throughout your body begin to relax as he eases his grip on your jaw and your hip, giving you a reprieve from his rough treatment. 

“you okay?” he whispers to you, and you nod, still out of it.

next thing you know, he’s helping you off the floor and carrying you bridal style to the bed. once he lays you down, he brushes your hair out of your face and observes your facial expressions carefully as you begin to come back to yourself.

“I was worried about you, Bucky,” you tell him quietly. “I need you to be careful. it’s not just you anymore, okay?” you open your eyes just then to look at him.

he knows. he knows he acted like a reckless idiot, scaring the hell out of you and turning around and excusing his own behavior.

“I know. I’m sorry, baby,” he tells you. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“please, when we’re out there… I need you to remember what we’re fighting for. I need you to remember that I care about you, I love you. I need you to come back in one piece.”

he sees how sad your eyes look, how scared you are that something is going to happen to him. 

“I know. you’re right, I know,” he says, leaning in to press his lips to yours.

after a moment, you pull back. “now fuck me like you love me,” you smirk.

“yes, ma’am.”

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[athenamikaelson]

Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson x Reader Book 2- Chapter 2

Warnings- swearing, mentions of death, puke, violence, angst

Word Count- 6.8k

“Alright, so Theo’s bunking with Jeremy, obviously,” Jenna shakes her head then laughs, “And because Elena’s…well,” She pauses and a look of pain washes over her soft features, “Well y’know, I thought it might not be best to give her her own space right now sooooo,” She pauses at the white door she’s led me to in the upstairs portion of the Gilbert house, “I thought you could stay here.”

She turns the handle of the door and pushes it open. She turns around to smile at me like she’s showing me some huge surprise.

Once the door is open, I’m able to get a glance at the room over Jenna’s shoulder.

“This used to be Grayson’s office, but we haven’t used it in months,” She walks into the room, and I stand in the doorway, horribly uncomfortable. 

“Jenna, I can’t,” I pause and gesture to the room, “I can’t take Elena and Jeremy’s father’s room. I shouldn’t even be staying here. All I’m going to be is a burden and an extra mouth for you guys to feed.”

Jenna tilts her head and then shakes it, “Sweetheart, you are not a burden. You have never been, especially to me or this family. I love you and Theo like my own blood, so taking you two in was not even a hard choice. And I already heard Jeremy crack a joke to Theo that he was going to get rid of his bed and get bunk beds for them, so you don’t have to worry about the kids.”

I pause, diverting my eyes from hers and using the opportunity to glance around the room. It’s simple, bland. Definitely something a doctor would use. The walls are painted a bright white, bookshelves line the back wall, filled with what appears to be medical books, a dark mahogany desk sits on one end, and on the other is a leather couch.

“What about Elena? I’m guessing my presence isn’t exactly making her transition easy. Supernatural enemies and such,” I bite out the last part, and Jenna takes a breath.

 “Elena loves you and I already talked to her this morning while you were sleeping in the living room, she wants you to be here. She knows what you’re going through-”

“Elena didn’t bash her father’s head in, or let her mother bleed out in front of her.”

“Sweetheart…”

The smell of metal fills my nose, and I look down at my palm to see deep nail gashes in the middle of it, dripping with blood. I watch silently as my flesh mends itself and my palm is healed. 

Jenna reaches out and grabs my hand in hers quickly, “Hey, look at me.”

I reluctantly meet her determined gaze.

“I want you here. You. Are. Not. A. Burden. You never have been. So you’re going to stay here from now on, and you’re going to let me be the adult, alright? You just worry about getting better.”

I don’t say anything. But that seems to be alright with Jenna, who cups my cheek slightly and then smiles.

“We’ll all get through this…together.”

She then takes a step back, and a defeated look comes across her face as she looks around the room, “I am now realizing there’s no bed. Shit.”

And for the first time in 48 hours, my upper lip twitches. 

—

Casket or Urn? 

How the hell do you decide if you want to let your mother rot in the ground or let her body go up into flames?

“I spoke with the funeral home, and I’ve handled everything else, but I thought you might want to make this decision yourself, you and Theodore. I also spoke with the sheriff, who also decided it was best not to open a case about what happened. I’m sure someone will be contacting you soon about your parents' affairs, but if you want, I will handle that as well. I just want you to use this time to mourn, Elskan.” 

“Do whatever, I don’t care.”

Elijah, who is sitting on the armchair next to the couch I’m sitting on, sighs. 

“Y/n, I know this is hard, but-”

“Where is he?”

My question and tone make him pause, and a look of anger flashes over his once pity-filled face.

“Niklaus, last time I checked, was at home. Rebekah and he got into an argument last night, resulting in her leaving.”

“Does he know,” I ask the question even though I have a feeling I already know the answer.

Elijah is silent.

Right. 

“I told him last night. He wanted to come see you after I left here yesterday when I dropped some of your clothes off, but I told him it would be for the best if we let you rest.”

I turn away from him and focus on my finger that is currently tapping the edge of the couch, “And today? Where is he? Off faking his death again, I presume.”

“My whole life, I have made excuses for my brother… but not today. He should be here. And I’m sorry he’s not,” Elijah says, and I can see him inch closer to me in my peripheral. 

“I don’t want you to apologize for him, he’s a grown man,” I bite.

Unlike everyone else that I’ve snarled at these past 2 days, Elijah doesn’t flinch. In fact, he moves closer, reaching for my hand.

Before he can reach it, though, I pull it back. The small look of hurt that flashes onto his face makes something in my chest ache, but I can’t touch him right now. If I let him comfort me, if I let him in…I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from breaking in front of him.

“I’m not apologizing for him, My Love. I apologize because I know his absence is causing you pain. Pain that you should never have to deal with… especially not right now. My brother may not be here, but I am. And whatever you need from me, I’ll do. You just tell me what it is.”

“I don’t want a funeral. I can’t…I can’t be around people telling me how much she meant to them, and all those pitiful fucking looks I’ve been given. And I don’t want her in the ground, okay? She hated worms. I don’t,” The sight of my finger is now blurry as tears fill my eyes, “I feel like I’m already about to explode, I, I-I-I just… I-”

“No funeral,” Elijah nods with no disagreement in his voice, “I’ll tell the funeral home we decided on cremation.”

Elijah reaches for his fancy napkin in his suit jacket, and I take it from him as I nod, “What if Theo wants a funeral. It’s not fair that I’m choosing this; she was his mother, too.”

“Theodore trusts you. Whatever decision you think is right, I am positive he will think so too.”

“I don’t know how to comfort him,” I say barely above a whisper, “He doesn’t laugh anymore. I hate it. I killed his parents. How am I supposed to bring him comfort when I’m the one who brought upon his pain? Whenever I look at him, all I see is him lying there so…still. It was the most horrible sight I’d ever seen.”

“You didn’t kill them, Y/n.”

I throw my head into my hands and release a shaky breath as I hear the small voice of my little brother. 

“Theodore,” I hear Elijah stand and then feel his hand place itself against my back, “How are you doing?”

“I want to speak with my sister. Alone.”

I feel Elijah rub my back gently until his touch lessens, and I hear his footsteps leave the room. I don’t move my head from my hands, even when I sense Theo sitting in the chair Elijah once inhabited. 

“Look at me.”

His voice is small and torn, as if he’d been crying and hadn’t drunk any water in hours.

“Y/n, look. At. Me.”

I lift my head slowly and try to shake away the image that flashes in my head as I meet his eyes. 

Blood. His blood. His smile gone, his life…gone.

“Stop pitying yourself.”

Those three words make me feel like I’m going to throw up.

“What?”

“I said, stop pitying yourself. Taking all this pain and giving it to yourself, acting like you’re the one to blame for everything. Stop it. Just fucking stop.”

I shake my head, “Theo, you don’t understand-”

“I’m not a child, Y/n! I know what happened, Alastair already filled me in on everything. Yes, you killed Mark, but you did that to protect us. Mom-”

A whimper escapes him as he stops.

“She was not your fault, so stop saying that. It diminishes the fight she gave trying to protect us. She died because she wanted to protect us.”

I bite my lip so hard I think I draw blood, “I’m sorry.”

Theo runs a rough hand over his face, “And stop saying sorry! You have nothing to apologize for. You protected me. You did what you did to protect us. Never apologize for that.”

Theo lifts himself off the couch, and I move over slightly so he can sit next to me. 

We sit there in silence for what seems like forever. But honestly, time hasn’t been something that I’ve kept track of these past few days, so I only have a few minutes that could’ve passed.

“Do you want a funeral?”

Theo is still silent, but he shakes his head.

“Are you getting bunk beds with Jeremy?”

I ask the question to try to lighten the mood, but Theo sighs and shakes his head.

“Ya, I guess. Jeremy said he’s not sharing a bed with me anymore because I try to make him the little spoon.”

—

“It’s the life insurance people,” I mutter as I glance at the number flashing on my phone. 

Both Jenna and Elijah, who are in the kitchen with me, pause. 

“Do you want me to speak with them?”

I sigh and look at the phone, and then back up to Elijah, but before I can speak, Jenna chimes in.

“Let me,” She walks over from her position near the stove where she’s currently making Theo’s favorite dish, spaghetti tacos, “I had to deal with the same thing when my sister and her husband died so I quite well versed in how they work,” She presses the answer button then turns to Elijah, “Would you mind finishing up supper while I take this?”

Elijah gives her a nod and an appreciative smile. 

After Jenna exits the room, Elijah turns towards the stove with a look of disgust, “I personally wouldn’t call this... supper.”

“Ya, I wouldn’t either, but Theo likes it,” I say as I get out of my chair to get a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“Oh, I didn’t mean for you to hear that,” Elijah turns to me with an ashamed look, “I guess I forgot you can do that now.”

I close the fridge and lean against it, bottle in hand, “I haven't forgotten it’s like I can hear everything. It’s so annoying and makes my head hurt.”

I lift the bottle of water to my lips, and Elijah watches, “You’ll learn in time how to not just live with it but to use it. I can help you if that’s what you’d like.”

I ponder for a moment before a nasty smell fills my nose, “I’d like for you not to burn Theo’s dinner. God, everything smells horrible now.”

Elijah huffs a laugh and then stirs the spaghetti, “You’re telling me this smelled good before you had heightened senses,” He raises an eyebrow at me, and I roll my eyes. 

“Obviously not, that has always smelled horrible. But now it’s like everything smells too much. And now I notice smells on people and things that I hadn’t noticed before. It’s confusing.”

I place the water on the counter behind me and release an annoyed sigh.

“What about me?’’

I eye Elijah as he closes the space between us.

“What do you notice about me?”

I inhale slightly and my upper lip twitches into a snarl, “You smell dead.”

Elijah smirks, “I am dead. Try again, but this time try to smell past the death part.”

“This is so weird.”

Elijah just gives me an expectant look, and I shake my head.

“Fine.”

I inhale and am still met with the death smell.

“Keep searching. Close your eyes.”

Too tired to argue, I do as he instructs. When I inhale again, I’m still met with the death smell, but this time it’s almost like there's something buried beneath it. 

“Pine.”

His voice is low, “What else?”

I pause and try to think, and then I inhale once more.

“Something dark, manly…almost like leather?’’

Elijah doesn’t say anything, so I open my eyes. Once I do, I’m met with Elija looking down at me with a small smile on his face.

“Good job, I knew you’d be a quick learner.”

Something in his tone sets a fire inside me, and I’m all of a sudden hyperaware of everything about him. 

His smell.

His voice.

Him. 

He seems to have noticed my awareness as well because his small smile turns into a smirk.

“You’re emotions will also be something we’ll have to learn how to help you control. I’m going to take a guess and say that might take a bit longer for you to get hold of.”

The fuck does he mean by that?!

“The fuck do you mean by that?!”

My outburst of anger seems to please him, and he raises his eyebrow at me.

Oh. 

Got it. 

“Everything is handled! They’ll be sending over documents for you to sign,” Jenna’s chirpy voice makes me dart away from Elijah’s proximity.

Jenna enters the room with a smile that only seems to deepen once she looks between Elijah and I.

“Everything ok in here?”

I nod. 

“I believe you’re…supper is done,” Elijah says, not hiding his distaste very well.

Jenna nods, “Great, I’ll call the others down.”

—

“So, do you need help ordering a bunkbed for you two?”

Jenna’s question has Theo rolling his eyes.

“Wait, you two are getting bunkbeds?”

Elena, who Stefan is currently sitting next to, asks, bewildered. “I tried letting him sleep in my bed last night, and all he did was kick at me and bear hug me all night,” Jeremy says as he glares at Theo, who almost smiles at the dig. 

That’s something, I guess.

“I like to cuddle. Sue me.”

“Whatever, go back to eating your slop,” Jeremy points at Theo’s spaghetti taco in disgust, even though everyone at the table is eating one. 

Well, all have them on our plates, so. 

“That’s what I was doing anyway.”

I watch as Theo picks up the taco with his hand, and I have to fight back a sound of disgust as I watch spaghetti noodles and sauce drip out of the taco shell as he bites into it. 

“Splendid.”

Ya, I’m going to throw up.

I turn to see Elena watching Theo, and something dark builds in my chest as I pick up on the look of hunger in her eyes. 

I’m about to do something when I feel a large hand press itself down onto my thigh. I turn to my left and glare at Elijah, who is still conversing with Jenna about her studies. The thought crosses my mind that he’s just placed his hand there as a comfort, since he seems to be fully aware of everything Jenna is saying, but then his eyes meet mine for only a split second, and I sigh.

Of course, he noticed I was about to jump over the table and attack the new vampire. What doesn’t that fucking suit and tie notice?

Stefan must notice Elena’s change as well because he wraps his arms around her and whispers to her that they should leave. 

Good. 

I release a breath. Chill the fuck out, Y/n. 

“Thank you for dinner, Jenna, but I should probably take Elena hunting before bed,” Stefan, ever the good-doer, stands up, and Elena follows with an upset look on her face. 

They all say their goodbyes, and I give Elena a small nod before they exit the dining room. 

“So we all clocked that it looked like she wanted to eat me right,” Theo mutters as he stuffs his face once more. 

The only response he gets is Jeremy dropping his head into his hands with a groan of annoyance. 

—

“Well, Jenna, this dinner has been-”

“Elijah, don’t even try lying to me,” Jenna cuts Elijah’s pleasantries off and laughs, “It was horrible and we all know that.”

“Not Theo,” I mutter, and Jenna laughs. 

“Well, I still appreciate you having me in your home and for everything you have done for my Y/n. If there is ever anything I can do to repay you, please feel free to let me know,” Elijah nods his head at her in thanks, but Jenna just rolls her eyes.

“I don’t need anything. This is my pleasure. I’m happy to have them here, even if it’s because of horrible circumstances.”

Jenna turns to me and smiles, “I’ll leave you alone to say your goodbyes.”

She begins to leave but pauses after a few feet.

“Oh, and one more thing you should know, Elijah, I have a very strict policy about no overnight boyfriend sleepovers and open doors when they’re over,” She does a “I’m watching you” hand gesture, and I’m regretting not letting myself die. 

Elijah smirks and nods his head, “I will make sure I follow the rules of your home, Miss. Sommers.”

Jenna leaves with a happy smile on her face, and I glare at her back as she leaves. 

“I should be leaving before I begin to break Jenna’s rules,” Elijah jokes, and I place my head in my hands.

“This is going to be so hard.”

Elijah sighs, and I feel him lightly touch my shoulders. I don’t even notice I’m leaning into his touch until I have my face plastered against his clothed chest. 

“We’ll get through this. You’ll get through this. I’ll make sure of it. You’re strong…if anyone in this world can, it’s you.”

I look up at Elijah to see him already staring down at me.

“I’m sorry I broke your nose. Twice.”

Elijah snorts, and my heart seems to beat a little faster at the sound.

“I healed. But I do think I’ll have to remember not to agitate you, you pack quite the punch.”

I smile at him, and his face falls in shock. I’m confused about the change of face until he speaks. 

“I missed that smile.”

—

Jenna found me an air mattress to sleep on tonight until tomorrow, when the mattress Elijah ordered for me will come. Jenna said she was going to pay for it, but Elijah, being Elijah, beat her to it. He also told us he added a few other things to the order that should be coming this next week. 

Not excited to see what he means by that. 

But for right now, I’m rolling around on this flimsy ass air mattress looking up at the white ceiling. I had tried to read some of Grayson’s books, but focusing on anything seems to be too much of a struggle right now for me. It also appears that sleep seems to be one of those struggles. 

Thankfully, there’s a knock on my door, and Jenna softly opens the door.

“There’s someone outside for you,” Her voice is timid, and from the look on her face, I already know who she’s talking about.

I stand up with a huff, and that anger that I had slightly pushed away comes rushing towards the surface.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

Jenna’s motherly tone almost calms me. Almost. 

“I’ve got this. You can go to bed, Jenna, thank you.”

—

The door isn’t even fully open before I’m throwing my fist onto the side of Klaus’s face.

I don’t give him time to recover before I’m throwing another punch to his nose.

Not that I’ve seen it. But…

“I believe I deserved that.”

His voice fills my chest, and I feel as if my knees are going to buckle. 

No. Not right now. 

“You BELIEVE?!”

I got to swing another punch at him, but he quickly caught it.

“Princess, you may have gotten faster, but you’re still not as fast as me,” He smirks at me, and I give him a smile. 

Then I kick him in the dick. 

“Fuck you, Klaus. You fucking asshole.”

Klaus lets out a deep groan while clutching his groin, “Bleeding hell, Love. Don’t ruin my best attribute.”

“WHERE WERE YOU?!”

Klaus stands back up and goes to open his mouth, but I raise a finger to stop him.

“I’m not fucking finished! You left me! Because of you and your stupid goddamn actions, I went back to that house where he was! I brought my brother back to him! Theo almost died, Klaus! MY MOTHER DIED!”

I inhale sharply after I say those three words. 

She’s dead. 

My mother is dead.

Oh God. 

“She thought I hated her,” My anger is gone now, and my voice is barely above a whisper, “Yes, she made me mad but,” I try to cover my sobbing with my hand, but it barely conceals the anguish, “That’s what mothers do. They’re supposed to make you mad, and you’re supposed to tell them you hate them until 10 years down the road, where you both are supposed to laugh at how much you overreacted as a teenager. WE were supposed to have those years, Klaus,” I shake my head wildly and I can’t even seem to care about how insane and ugly I must look with the tears and snot running down my face, “This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’s supposed to be here. Now we’ll never have anything again. No graduations, no birthdays together, no holidays. She’s just…She’s just gone. How the hell is someone here one second and then decades of life just gone like that,” I snap my fingers, and Klaus takes a step forward. 

I take a step back. 

“And then YOU out of everyone gets to come back to life?! And you make a fucking show out of it! Klaus Mikaelson prevails once again, ladies and gentlemen! No matter who he harms by doing it, because God forbid the great Klaus Mikaelson give a single thought about anyone other than himself!”

I harshly wipe the tears off my face, and I stalk a few steps closer to him so I’m glaring up at his face, “So I’ll ask you again. Where. The. Fuck. Were. YOU!”

From the look on his face, it seems clear he’s trying to work through a hundred different emotions right now.

“You know what? Just forget it,” I spat my words at him, “You weren’t there then, and I sure as hell don’t want you here now.”

I whip around and reach for the door handle.

“I didn’t know how to console you.”

His words are low and unsure, which only seems to make me angrier. 

“I never had a good relationship with my father, and so when I killed him, I threw a bleeding party, and when my mother died, I could only feel relief. For a thousand years, I’ve never had to process death. I was always the one who caused it. I caused pain. So when my brother told me what happened, I knew I couldn’t be the one to comfort you. Elijah, he… he’s the brother who knows how to deal with things like that. How to comfort people…how to comfort you. And I know I should’ve told you I had the Bennet witch perform that spell, but I…I don’t know,” He runs a hand over his face, “I guess I just haven't had to worry about someone else's feelings in so long, I forgot how to do it. But I’m here now. If there’s anyone who knows how to control their wolf side, it’s me,” He tries to joke, but he sure as hell doesn’t get a reaction out of me, “Just let me help you, Astin Min, please?”

“You’re over a thousand years old, Klaus. You’ve had a thousand years to control your emotions. To understand that causing others’ pain is not right. So don’t for a second think your apology means shit to me-”

“Y/n I-”

“No! I needed you, Klaus! NEEDED you! And you weren’t there! And you come here just making excuses for yourself instead of owning up to the fact that you were just too scared to own the fact that you’re not a good person! You’re not! I kept taking my anger out on your brother, but do you know what? HE WAS HERE! You weren’t!”

Klaus, for the first time in his entire millenia, doesn’t speak. 

“Just get off my porch.”

I turn back around and open the door.

“Will you ever forgive me?”

I don’t turn around as I give him his answer.

“Will you ever change?”

—

“Does this dress look okay?”

I’m currently sitting on Elena’s bed watching her as she goes through all the clothes in her closet, trying to pick out a dress for the funeral of the pastor who killed a bunch of church people in a fire. 

I hate this fucking town. 

“I don’t even understand why you’re going. He tried to kill you and Stefan.”

Elena sighs and puts down the blue dress she’s holding, “I used to babysit his daughter. And I just…need to get out. Be a part of humanity,” She pulls a light pink dress out of her closet and tugs it off its hanger, “And if that means going to a funeral, then so be it.”

I nod and pick up one of her pillows and tug it to my chest.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come? Just to get out, get some fresh air?”

Elena sits down in front of me and places her hand on my knee.

I think about her question for a moment before shaking my head, “I can’t. I can’t be around all those weeping people crying over a man who caused his own death.”

Elena nods with a sad smile. 

“I can stay here with you, if that’s what you want? We can sit and watch movies…or just sit here. We don’t even have to talk.”

I give her a small smile and shake my head, “I’ll be fine here. Besides, my mattress is coming today. Yay…”

Elena laughs at my sarcastic tone and then gives me a look, “Can I hug you?”

I raised a confused brow at her question, “When have you ever asked to hug me before?”

Elena wrings her hands almost nervously, “I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable…me being a vampire now and all.”

I roll my eyes as I pull her into a hug. 

“I trust you.”

—

“Yes, Elijah, I’m fine, and no,o you’re packages have not arrived yet,” I almost growl through the phone as Elijah asks me for the one thousandth time if I got his stuff. 

“I’ll let you know-”

RING RING

“Oh shit, that must be it. I’ll call you later.”

I don’t give him the chance to respond since I know he would’ve just told me to keep him on the line to continue talking to him. 

Not in the mood.

I get up from the couch and swing open the front door.

“You are not my mattress.”

I groan in annoyance at the image of Kol Mikaelson standing on the porch in front of me. 

He smirks, “Oh, darling, you could lie on me anytime.”

“Ew… no thanks. What the hell are you doing here, Ankle biter?”

I give him an annoyed look, to which he just smirks.

“I got a call from Elijah that my bestie was an emotional mess, and I thought I could spare a few hours to come see her. Whose spirits wouldn’t be lifted by seeing this glorious face,” He gestures to her face, and I fight the urge not to hit it. 

“You came all the way from wherever the hell you are, just to see me?”

Kol nods, “Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.”

Kol rolls his eyes, “Believe it or not, it’s the truth, but don’t be thinking I’m staying long. This small town smells of poverty, so I’ll be leaving as soon as I lift your spirits.”

I sigh, “And how in the hell do you expect to do that?”

He smirks. 

“I have a few ideas.”

—

“A fucking amusement park, Kol?!?”

Kol laughs as he opens my door for me, and I look around us at the huge amusement park he drove for over an hour to bring us to. 

“Humans are quite the little builders, aren’t they. I personally have never been to one of these things before, too busy being locked in a coffin for a hundred years,” He says, the last bite with a tinge of anger, “So I thought why the hell not?”

Kol leads us to the entrance of the park, and I frown as I notice something. Or the lack of something.

“Where the hell is everyone?”

Kol smirks…again, “I’m not someone who waits in lines, Little Doll. Soooo, I compelled the park owner to shut it down to the public for the day. So I have free rein of everything.”

“You mean we? We have free rein,” My bewilderment is clear in my voice, and Kol nods quickly as he drags me past a teenage worker who wears a very confused look on her face.

“Did you compel the employees?”

“Nope, that would’ve taken too long. Just had their boss tell them to come in today to host a celebrity couple.”

“You’re serious?!”

Kol smiles, and for a moment, I don’t see a one-thousand-year-old vampire, but a nineteen-year-old boy filled with excitement. 

“We’re going on what I believe is called a rollercoaster first. Hear many great things about those death traps.”

Lord, save me now.

—

Kol threw up.

I laughed. 

Then he threw up again and then threatened me not to tell anyone. 

“That’s why you don’t eat two funnel cakes and a Slurpee before getting on the Tilt-A-Whirl,” I chastise as Kol and I walk side by side through the park. 

“Bloody Hell, woman! If I knew that before, I wouldn’t have done it!”

I snort out a laugh, and Kol shakes his head, but not before I notice the small smile on his face.

We walk in silence for a moment before he speaks, “How are you handling it all?”

“Well, you’re throw-up kind of ruined the mood, but we just have to push forward,” I say as I hold the stuffed bear Kol won (Compelled the worker for.) 

“You and I both know, Doll, that that is not what I meant,” He says, eyeing me, and I sigh.

“My parents are dead, and I’m now the guardian of a 16-year-old boy. Oh! And also, I’m now a werewolf! Ya, I’m doing great.”

Kol stops walking and grabs my shoulders, “Listen, I’m not going to hug you and tell you everything is going to be alright, because I have no fucking idea if it will be.”

I let out a sarcastic snort, “Damn, ok, thanks for the pep talk. Can we go now?”

Kol doesn’t move his hands, “What I will tell you is that coming from someone who has missed out on over half their life because other people took my choices away from me…just like someone did you… Keep fighting back. Don’t lose who you are just because others try to change you. All it will do is cause more pain for yourself. And if you’re already in hell,” He pauses and thinks for a moment, “Keep going.”

I raise an eyebrow, “Did you just quote Winston Churchill?”

Kol moves his hands and shakes his head, “Never heard of her.” 

He starts walking, and I follow until we pass the log flume ride, and I smirk, “One more before we leave?”

Kol pauses and debates, “Is this one of the ones that will make me puke again?”

I shrug, “Guess we’ll have to find out.”

—

Ya, he threw up. 

Which meant he practically stormed out of the park like a toddler, whilst I carried the bear from Earlair and the two huge stuffed animals he angrily grabbed on our way out. 

“Kol!”

“What!?”

Kol whips around as we reach his car, and I fight back a laugh.

“Thank you,” I watch as his shoulders loosen, “For today. Thanks.”

Kol pauses and then rolls his eyes over-dramatically, then walks over to me and throws his arm over my shoulder, “We’ve got a deal going, Little Doll. I don’t break them, so sucks for you, but you’re stuck with me.”

I gaze up at him for a moment, then smile to myself.

“I think I can live with that.”

—

I practically rip off my shoes before I even open the front door of the Gilbert’s house from the bleeding blisters on my feet. 

Kol made good on his word and left as soon as I got out of the car. Bidding me farewell, and a promise to contact me soon. 

I tiptoe through the entry as I notice a sleeping Jenna on the sofa. I walk over to her and place the throw blanket that’s hanging on the back of it, and gently place it on her.

“Night, Jen.”

I trudge up the stairs and don’t miss the complete silence that fills the upstairs hallway. I knew Jeremy and Theo were going with Elena, I just didn’t think funerals went on this long. As long as no one calls me and tells me anyone died, I won’t crash out. 

I go to reach for my door handle, but a scuffling sound coming from my room sends me on high alert. I try to use my hearing to sense if anyone is in there, but with the very little control I have over it, I hear nothing. 

That still doesn’t stop me from grabbing the vase that sits on the hallway shelf next to my head. 

I grip the handle and, with a deep inhale, I throw open the door and raise the vase up high, ready to hit whatever intruder decided today would be the best day to try me. 

“Oh, hi- FUCKIN HELL DROP IT!’’

Alastair stares at me wide-eyed as he raises his hands in front of his face.

“I’m too pretty.”

“You’ll heal, Cromwell.”

I whip my head to the corner of the room where Elijah sits on the floor, suit jacket off and his dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves as he…builds furniture?

“What the hell are you two doing in here?!” I look around the room, and my eyes widen at the drastic change from how it looked this morning. The room has been cleared of scholarly things such as the medical books, shelves, and the huge desk. Since replaced by an oak bedframe with an actual mattress in the center of the room, covered with a Y/F/C bed set and matching pillows, two dark brown side tables, matching area rugs, and a smaller, more student-friendly desk in the corner of the room. 

“We heard that the annoying Mikaelson took you away for the day so we thought it would be a good opportunity to surprise you with a finished room,” Alastair showcases the room with an arm stretched outright until he gets to where Elijah’s station is and the unfinished chair he’s working on, “Well, almost finished. Someone’s not very good with his hands.”

“On the contrary, I am quite good with my hands, but this,” He gestures to the chair that is still in dozens of pieces, “Is impossible.”

Alastair rolls his eyes at the older man before turning back towards me, “Do you like it?’

“Was Jenna alright with this? Where are all of Grayson’s things?”

“Jenna was actually supposed to be downstairs keeping watch for you so we could do a big surprise… but it appears I’m the only one here who knows how to actually do their job.”

I glance at Elijah, who finally stands, and I don’t miss the glare he sends Alastair’s way. 

“You guys did this for me? Why?”

Elijah drops the glare as he speaks to me, “Because it’s you.”

Alastair releases a groan, “Be sappy and all, but you’re not leaving until you finish that chair,” He points to the chair and then turns around towards the wall, “And I’m not leaving until I finish decorating. These walls are so white it makes me feel like I’m in a psych ward…again.”

My face scrunches, “Again?”

Alastair looks over his shoulder and smirks, “Story for another time.”

I just shake my head and then look at my new bed longingly, “So you guys aren’t getting out anytime soon?”

Alastair side-eyes Elijah’s “chair,” “Appears not.”

Elijah narrows his eyes at the younger vamp before walking over to me and taking the stuffed bear from my hands and placing it on my new bed, “If you want us to, we can come back tomorrow so you can rest.”

Alastair appears to loathe that idea.

“I’m in the zone. I’m inspired, and you want me to go?!”

“Actually,” A feminine voice says, and all three of us turn towards the door where we see Elena, Jeremy, and Theo all standing. 

“Why the hell did she get the nice room?”

Jeremy hits Theo for his comment. 

“We were hoping you would come with us, Y/n. We’ve got something we all need to do.”

I look a the three of them and then Theo, who nods with a light smile, one that warms my chest. I turn back towards Alastair and Elijah, the ladder smiles encouragingly at me whilst Alastair smirks and turns back towards the wall. 

“Go,” Elijah smiles, “We’ll be here,” He drops his smile as he eyes the chair with disgust, “Building.”

—-

“Stefan, what are we doing?”

Damon and Bonnie walk over to the picnic tables where the Scooby gang and Theo and I are currently sitting. 

“We’re finishing the memorial from earlier,” Stefan says as he hands out white lanterns to everyone, “We need to start healing Damon. We’ve all lost so much, especially recently. I think we’re numb.”

Ya, I wish I were numb to it. 

“We push it away, we make a joke out of it,” He continues, and I gaze over at my brother, whose eyes are his lantern with a torn look, “Ignore how we feel. Maybe just let ourselves grieve.”

 “So you’re lighting lanterns,” Damon’s sarcastic voice angers me.

“Ya, it’s what we need to do,” Stefan says as he grabs a lighter.

“No! What we need to do is find out more about this hunter and the deaths of the council,” Damon argues, and my brows furrow, and I look over to Elena, confused.

“Tell you later,” I hear her whisper under her breath.

“I’m taking us on a vacation,” I mutter to Theo, who picks his head up.

“Vegas?”

I give him a small smile, “Why the hell not?” 

Theo finally smiles after three days. It’s nothing big or bright like his usual smile, but it’s still perfect to me. 

“This is for my uncle Zac,” Stefan’s voice turns our attention, and we watch as he lights his lantern, “And my friend Lexi. And for Alaric.”

After Stefan goes, everyone takes their turns until Jeremy tries passing the lighter to Damon, who scoffs.

“Ya, I’m not doing that.”

“Then leave.”

My voice startles him, and I glare at him. 

“For once in your life, Damon, can you just shut the fuck up and not make everything about you?”

Damon doesn’t say anything, but he also doesn’t leave. 

Jeremy passes the lighter to Theo, who clears his throat before standing up and taking it, “Um, this is for my mom. I never got to say goodbye, but…I hope she’s found someplace warm and bright.”

I watch with teary eyes as Theo lights his lantern and then passes me the lighter. 

I stare at the lighter for a moment before I feel Theo’s warm hand on my shoulder.

“This is for my mom. And…for me. Or the girl I used to be. I hope she finds peace.”

And with that, the light burns brighter as it shines within the lantern. 

Then I lift, I let it go. 

And it flies away. And a part of me goes with it. 

[arachnidseyes]

─⋅⋆⁺𖤐

MEETINGS AND DEMONS

Damian Wayne x Constantine! Reader

A/N: Just a little prequel! Basically just how they met and how reader knows the batfam's secret identities. Enjoy!! wc: 1.4K

“This can't be right.”

But the magic trail can’t lie so it must be true. There’s something demonic hiding under Bruce Wayne’s Manor. Something big.

You’ve been following the trail for hours now after John told you to "Just pick a city and search." You could've argued with his very unimaginative way of getting rid of you but, unlike him, you happen to take your exorcist work seriously.

So, here you are, hands resting on your hips looking up at the imposing estate of the Wayne family. The trail goes right under the manor so maybe it’s in their basement?

You sigh heavily, there's no chance they’ll just let you in and you’re not very sneaky so you’ll have to do it the hard way.

Closing your eyes, you try to get a feel for where exactly the demonic energy is, which isn't so hard considering what a strong signature it is. It takes you half an hour and a couple of curse words but you eventually focus hard enough to teleport to where you think the energy is the strongest.

You look around, initially looking for your demon but getting completely sidetracked by wherever the hell you are. A huge cave is laid out before you, definitely not the basement. You only really have time to process the T-rex and giant penny before a grunt catches your attention.

Behind you stands a massive red beast, huge wings only adding to the imposing size of it. It's hollow eyes peer down at you, you look up at it in awe.

"Oh wow, aren't you handsome?"

The beast, a dragon bat, you recognise, leans in closer to have a good sniff at you. You reach up to scratch his chin and he chuffs, leaning further into your affections.

"Well, I definitely can't exercise you, huh?"

"No, you can't."

Before you even have time to register the voice, you’re shoved to the floor. You fall on your back and the wind is kicked out of your lungs. Your assailant presses your wrists into the cold ground and you find yourself staring up at-

"Robin?"

The boy downright growls and reels his hand back as if to punch you, you let off an almost instinctive magic blast that knocks him back a few feet.

It's the actual Robin, well one of them, there's like 4 or something? John says he stopped counting. You've seen Robin on the news, though you always thought he was older. And taller.

This boy looks around your age, maybe even a little younger. You've never heard of Robin wielding a katana either.

He swings the weapon at you, blocked by another magic shield, just like John showed you. Maybe forcing you to learn defensive magic first was a smart move because this guy looks like he's going for the kill.

“How did you find this place!”

He's acting like you've done something wrong. He must know the dragon bat, maybe he thinks it's his pet? The thought fills you with anger. You watch him hit your shield with scary fast attacks,

“Do you even know what he is? You can't just keep him like a pet!"

The boy finally stops trying to hit your barrier. Even through his domino mask you can see the blazing anger in his expression.

“He likes the cave.”

He says definitively. You look over at the demonic beast, who's been watching with idle interest. He does look rather healthy, he's very big so that means he's well fed and his fur is soft so he's also well groomed.

You cross your arms, not really prepared for this situation at all but you try very hard to pretend anyway.

“Look, dragon bats are extremely rare and there's just no way you-”

“I've taken care of him since he was a pup, I know what he needs, he wants to stay with me.”

Goliath huffs in presumed agreement. You huff too. Why must everything be so difficult.

“I can't let you keep him.”

Robin drops into a defensive stance, katana shining in the dim light of the cave.

“Try me.”

He tightens his hold on the handle and looks ready to pounce at any moment. You raise your hands, trying to decide what spell to use in this situation, maybe one of Zatanna's? No, that's too risky, maybe play it safe with-

You hear someone clearing their throat from behind you and all the tension falls limply in the air. You turn to the voice and almost piss yourself when you see the fucking Batman standing right behind you with his arms crossed and face stern like a scolding parent.

All you can do is stare blankly, Robin takes the opportunity to strike. You flinch, even though he hits nothing but the barrier between you.

“Father, this witch is trying to steal Goliath from me!”

“Robin. Stand down.”

“But-”

“Now.”

Robin growls in frustration, sheathes his katana and stomps towards the dragon bat, Goliath, to pet him on the head.

“What's your name?”

The softness in Batman's voice surprises you and you can only stutter out your name. He gives a little "Hmm" as if he already knew that. You try not to fidget with your coat too much as you look up at him but it's difficult, he's the goddamn Batman.

“Why do you want Goliath?”

“I'm supposed to collect demonic creatures so they can't make trouble in this realm.”

The words come out a little fast but you try to sound as confident as possible. Batman nods as if he knew that as well but Robin scoffs,

“Goliath is no threat. I trained him since he was a pup.”

“and what about his safety! His species is incredibly endangered!”

Damian looks away and down at Goliath, something in his expression shifts. He says, much quieter.

“I know that.”

You're not sure how you can tell but Batman's gaze softens, not enough for his presence to be any less intimidating but it definitely softens a little.

“What would we need to do in order to keep him?"

You both turn to Batman, Robin looks even more shocked than you. Your fingers are back in the loopholes of your coat, rocking on your heels as you struggle to respond. Batman must notice because he continues,

“These caves are massive and interconnected, there's enough room for him to fly around freely and he does so often. We have the means to look after him, guaranteeing food, safety and security. Is this enough?”

You look at Batman, then at Robin's smug grin, then back at Batman. A sigh leaves you. God, are you really going to argue with Batman? No, of course not, even if you'd really like to slap the smug grin off the little shit standing next to him.

Whatever, If John gets pissy about this then he can take it up with the literal Batman. You'd love to see that.

“Okay, fine. Sure.”

Robin grins over at his ‘father’, who gives a slight smile in return. Robin seems to notice his own reaction and schools his expression into something more tepid, though his joy is obvious with how he bounces on his toes. You look towards Goliath, happily sleeping away like his fate wasn't being decided.

“Okay, but I'll still have to put up a ward to mask his demonic energy, which is pretty strong. It’s just so nothing else can sniff him out and no demonic creatures are drawn in by him. Do you have a candle? Never mind, I have one. Making a ward that covers the entire cave system will be hard, John probably couldn’t do it but I can totally do it. Anyway-”

Robins shoulders slump forward as your needless mumbling continues, he looks towards his father again who is watching you like you’re a puzzle.

He definitely didn’t know Constantine had a child, much less a child with his abilities. Batman wonders if he should bring this up at all with the Brit, the thought alone gives him a headache. His attention is brought back to you when you turn towards him and ask,

“Does Bruce Wayne know you live under his house?”

Robin and Batman both freeze and side eye each other. Your exceptional detective skills only kick in right then.

“Oooooh.”

Robin clicks his tongue and Batman rubs the bridge of his nose.

“Uuuh, I won’t tell anyone. I swear. Not even John.”

“We have to kill her, father”

You tense up almost comically and Bruce doesn’t know whether to laugh or groan. He decides on walking away in the opposite direction and muttering,

“If you could please get that ward up, We’ll discuss this later.”

You're left alone with the sleeping dragon bat and his owner, who watches you scornfully from where he sits next to the sleeping beast.

You sigh wearily, maybe you should've picked Metropolis instead of Gotham.

─⋅⋆⁺𖤐

[gojosprisonrealm]

i know you (i am you) [part two]- jinu x f!manager!reader

In which you seek expertise from a certain someone.

find part one here!

a/n: please ignore how i botched the movie timeline in this fic lol. it's necessary for plot purposes and relationship development. <3 <3

Part of you wanted to run to Rumi and tell her everything that had happened at the stadium yesterday morning. However, another part of you, certainly less rational and far more instinctual, wanted to keep your conversation with Jinu deep down. You weren’t sure if it was your demon-born shame that you were newly aware of, or if it was simply your subconscious wanting to have something just between the handsome demon and yourself. 

Regardless, it was late, and you needed company. You disembarked from the train and tugged your coat tighter around you. Seoul could get pretty cold at night, what with the city wind and all. The girls’ penthouse wasn’t far from the station and Rumi was aware you were on your way. You hadn’t told her what was going on and you thought you might not ever. 

You approached the building and took a breath before heading into the lobby. You found the elevator and waited for it to sink down to your level. You stared at your hands. Your patterns hadn’t shown up in full force since that morning with Jinu, but when you turned them at just the right angle, you could see them in faint purples, stretching down your wrists like flowing veins. 

The elevator dinged and you stepped in. It was empty, especially because it was nearing 1 AM. As you began your ascent to the penthouse after Rumi approved the elevator’s request, you stared at the doors and straight into your reflection. Your lips tugged downwards. Nothing about you had changed, and yet, you were unfamiliar to yourself. 

Tears pricked in your waterline and before you knew it, you had a sharp headache behind your eyes. You cringed and squeezed them shut. After some breaths, you opened them, and your left eye was bright yellow as it had been yesterday. 

Swearing under your breath, you reached up with your hand to cover your eye, and the elevator doors slid open with a chime. Rumi waited just on the other side, her eyes bearing into you with concern. “Y/n, you never told me what was going on or why you needed company. I’m worried.”

You cleared your throat, afraid that if you spoke, your voice would thunder out. “Give me just a second,” you pleaded, beelining for the bathroom. 

Rumi grabbed your shoulder as you tried to pass her. “Hey,” she whispered. “Something’s wrong, I can tell. The girls are asleep, you can talk to me.”

“Rumi,” you grunted, trying to pass her and hide away. Fear was growing in bundles in your chest. “Let me go!”

As you tried to rid yourself of her grip, you tripped and hit the ground with a soft thud. Your ribs ached and you found solace in the coolness of the hardwood for a moment. “Y/n, I’m sorry, I just-“

She stopped talking as soon as you rolled back over and your eyes fluttered open. Bright, golden yellow with the slits of a tiger’s. 

Tears gathered in your lashes as you tried to crawl to the couch and hoist yourself up. You were so embarrassed. For a moment, your mind convinced you she would unsheathe her sword of light and send you to the underworld. However, she extended her hand to you and the look on her face of pure acceptance and understanding made you burst into tears. 

You took her hand and she pulled you up and straight into a hug. “I wish you would’ve told me,” she smoothed your hair as your tears left drops on her shirt. “You’re safe with me.”

She guided you to the couch from there where you spent the next thirty minutes exchanging stories and anecdotes from your times with demon-like symptoms. Yours were very recent as compared to hers and you had to pretend like you weren’t already aware of her half-demon background. However, some of your symptoms differed. Rumi’s patterns stretched further down her body and were hot on her skin, sometimes leaving burning sensations when her emotions were heightened. Instead of that, you experienced severe headaches that were comparable to migraines. 

“I just don’t think our bodies are one hundred percent built to handle the stress that comes with being a demon,” Rumi kept her voice low, contemplating reasons why both of your patterns would cause pain. 

Your tears had stopped, but there were still streaks where your skin was dry from the salt. The conversation with Rumi had soothed your fear, as well, and your tiger eyes returned to normal. “Then why do we experience different kinds of pain?” you questioned, reaching up to rub your temple. 

Rumi shrugged, offered you a half smile, and put a hand on your bare shoulder where you had discarded your coat to the floor. Both of your patterns flared dimly before disappearing again. 

“I’m glad to have someone who understands,” you told her as she retracted her hand back to her lap. 

“I want to help more than I can,” Rumi paused and bit her lip. “This might sound crazy, but you have to trust me.”

She stood and gestured for you to follow her to her room. You kept close, scared that any sudden movement would wake Zoey or Mira. Rumi closed the door to her bedroom shut with a click behind you and called in a hushed tone, “You can come out now.”

To you utter and complete shock, a dark blue tiger with glowing golden eyes ascended up from the honmoon, a small crow with three eyes and a tiny hat perched on its head. “What the f-“

“-Y/n, meet, uh… Tiger and Bird. I don’t know their names,” Rumi beckoned them over and the tiger slowly approached, letting her stroke his fur until he purred. “He’s sweet. I promise.”

Hesitantly, you took small steps over to them and knelt down with Rumi to pet the tiger. He allowed you to, stooping his head down for a better angle. “Where did they come from?” you asked her. 

“About that… I know it may sound totally absurd, but I think one of the Saja Boys may be able to help you,” Rumi replied, a look evident on her face that spoke volumes of how nervous she was for your reaction. 

After blinking a few times, you could only nod. Surely, you didn’t want her to know you’d already met one. “I trust you.”

With a firm nod and confident smile, Rumi turned back to Tiger. “Okay, Mister. Take her to Jinu.”

—

Tiger had finally stopped after reaching a small pond with a gazebo in the middle, sat upon the water with a short bridge connecting it to land. You stopped to catch your breath after walking a while following the blue cat, your lungs cold and the air sharp. Tiger sat and stared his big, beady, orange eyes at you, his tongue draped lazily out of his mouth. You smiled softly and gave him a grateful scratch behind the ear. You couldn’t believe you were ever scared of him. 

When you finally took a longer glance at your surroundings, you found a figure sat inside the gazebo. You knew the presence to be Jinu and you were sure he knew you were there. You felt uneasy, especially because of how you left your last interaction. You truly believed he wanted to help you, but after your history with demons, it was hard for you to trust that intuition. 

You swallowed your pride and headed toward the bridge. The boy sat with his legs between the wooden spokes, dangling over the moonlit water. He wore a dark flannel and jeans and sat fairly still. You would’ve questioned if he were alive if you didn’t know any better. 

You decided to take the high road and start this conversation strong. “I’m sorry.”

Without saying a word, he only waved your apology off with his hand, as if to say it doesn’t matter now. 

“No, really,” you continued, approaching his back now. “I was so scared and I took it out on you. It was unfair. I know now that you were just trying to help.”

Still wordless, he pat the wooden panels beside him and you figured it was an invitation to sit beside him. Your heart beating out of your chest, you ignored the countering voices in your conscience and obliged. “Why did you come find me?” He asked at last. “When we met, it seemed like you wanted nothing to do with me.”

You frowned. You certainly didn’t want to tell him you just needed help. But wasn’t that what he wanted to do? “I want to talk.”

He finally turned to glance at you. “Oh, really, now?”

You rolled your eyes at his smug smirk. “Don’t get a big head. I just need someone who understands.”

“Well, what did I tell you?” Jinu wrapped his fingers around the wooden spokes in front of him. “I know you. Now, what’s wrong?”

You couldn’t help but to smile. You had been far too harsh on him, it seemed. “It’s my patterns. They’re giving me debilitating migraines.”

He was suddenly staring at your face. “Do you mind?” Jinu asked, reaching up and hovering his hand near your head.

You were hyper-aware of the minimal space between you two, and yet, that only further inclined you to nod your head. You noticed that he swallowed hard before he continued on and diminished the space between his hand and your scalp. His fingers gently brushed hair away from your forehead and you felt every second of his touch; it left a trail of sparks across your skin.

You could get lost in those eyes.

As they had nearly forty-eight hours ago, your patterns flared in reaction to his, and like always, you squeezed your eyes shut from that crippling headache. Jinu quickly withdrew his hand. “Agh, I— shit, I’m sorry, y/n,” he stammered.

You shook your head, holding your hand over your eyes in hopes that the pain would become duller. “Not your fault,” you grunted out despite the hot white flashes of ache behind your eyes when you spoke. “So, what do you think?”

“In my expert opinion, and drawing from your story that you shared with me yesterday, I think it’s because of your past experiences.”

“Okay… how do you mean?”

“Hm…” Jinu hummed as he seemed to ponder the best way to explain this to you. “You know how grief and trauma take on physical developments sometimes, yes?”

You nodded as the migraine began to fade. “Yes, but I’ve never experienced any before.”

“Because you didn’t know you were carrying around the aftermath of that night with you all this time,” Jinu explained. “You didn’t know you’re part-demon until now.”

You looked down at your fingernails, the acrylics you had filed neatly into claws. How ironic. “I suppose that would be reasonable. If you think about it, I’ve suppressed this side of me just like I’ve suppressed my grief.”

“Now it’s coming back in full, forceful waves,” Jinu nodded. “If anyone knows anything about repressing grief and regret, it’s me.”

You felt your throat tighten with inexplicable feelings. Instead of facing those, you turned your head away— literally. 

Jinu frowned. He’d only wanted to show support. He wasn’t sure what nerve he’d struck within you. “I also know firsthand what it’s like to have those feelings return all at once. I’ve done horrible things, things I’d rather not repeat. Part of me thinks, though, that if I told you, you’d still accept me. You showed me that yesterday when you told me you didn’t care if Rumi had patterns or not. You see past the bad and the shameful, and there is so much of that in this world. Yet, I can take one look at you, y/n, and know that there’s still good out there. You make me see that I could have been good.”

The lump in your throat only grew and you felt more hot tears trickle out of your eyes. You definitely couldn’t face him, now. “I can hardly remember them, now. My parents, I mean,” you choked out, careful not to let your voice crack. You didn’t want him to see you so vulnerable. “I was so young when it happened. But even then, I still grieve them. And as selfish as it sounds, I grieve the life I never had. The relationships I could have had with them.”

Your shoulders shook and your chest racked with a dry, silent sob. Your shoulders stopped shaking beneath Jinu’s touch. “It’s not selfish. I understand more than you’ll ever know.”

“I just don’t understand,” you seethed between your teeth, your jaw clenched. “I just want the pain to go away!” Your recently discovered demonic voice boomed from your chest and you felt your patterns shine through your skin, casting purple hues. You whipped your head around to face Jinu, cheeks wet with tears and eyes golden with raw, demonic distress. You expected his touch to shrivel away at your outburst, for him to be confused or afraid, but to your surprise, he didn’t waver. He didn’t flinch. He was still there, hand on your shoulder, intent on making sure you were going to be okay. “I’m sorry; I feel like a monster,” you rubbed your arms, secretly hoping your patterns would wipe away like ink. He watched attentively as you then began to massage your temples to rid yourself of the headache.

Jinu said nothing, but his patterns flared up in response to yours. You thought it was strangely beautiful that demon patterns behaved that way: emitting their colors when in the presence of someone who shares the same pain.

Gingerly, Jinu reached his hand up from your neck to your face. He brushed his thumb under your eye, wiping at the streaks of tears. You sat frozen beneath his touch, uncertain of his thoughts. His eyes seemed to trace your patterns up around the corner of your eye, through to your forehead, and down between your eyebrows. Before you knew it, the space between you was nonexistent, and Jinu was leaving a small peck of a kiss on your forehead. He pulled back slowly, at first, gazing into your eyes as a faint blush crept across your cheeks.

The shock must have been evident on your face because he quickly pulled his legs out from the spokes in front of him and stumbled away. Crimson bled into his cheeks. You thought that that was the moment he’d appeared most human to you, right then and there. 

“Uhm, I’m not really sure— I didn’t mean to— I think I should go.”

A demon? Flustered? You gently covered your mouth and giggled. A soft snort from you in your laughter sent Jinu into an even redder blushing mess. “Dork,” you called him as you slowly freed your legs and stood. “I probably should get some sleep. I know the Idol Awards are later this week, but,” you took a breath. “If you ever want to stop by, Rumi can direct your tiger to my place. If you, y’know, ever need someone who gets it.”

Dumbfounded and mouth agape, Jinu nodded. 

“Also,” you said quietly over your shoulder, “Thank you. For the talk.” 

Jinu scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sure, I mean, yeah. No problem. Anytime.”

As you walked back across the small bridge to Tiger, it dawned upon you that the second Jinu’s lips had grazed your forehead, your migraine vanished. You didn’t want to think about what that meant quite yet.

The demon boy certainly had noticed your sudden change in demeanor after he’d kissed your face. One second, you were in excruciating pain, and the next, you’d seemed alleviated. Enough to laugh, that’s for sure. Was he capable of helping others? He was convinced you had shown him that he could still be the good person he wanted to be; he could still be like you. There was still time.

“Thank you,” he whispered to himself as he watched his pet tiger guide you away.

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[peterm4rker]

CAN I MAKE IT ANY MORE OBVIOUS? ── a maeda riku smau

twenty. dread (written)

☘︎˖˚ ⋆𐙚 wc. 1.7k w. curse words, that's all ! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

you never really thought that sakuya would be your saving grace.

sakuya, the little brother that annoyed you halfway to moving out during your entire childhood. the same kid that had now basically forced you out of whatever annoying little bit you were playing that had you ignoring one of your new best friends.

you was grateful, really. you could go back to talking to riku every day and stop missing him all the time like you had in those stupid three days you spent hauled up in you room watching friends for the tenth time. and yet you still couldn’t seem to rid yourself of the horrendous dread that came with facing him.

not because he had done anything wrong, of course he hadn’t. but you had, and the embarrassment of having acted like a child for long enough for your little brother to have to intervene was way more than what you were prepared to deal with. so that led you to continue being awkward with the idea of interacting with riku too much, and now you weren’t at all.

except things never go as one plans, so you were now condemned to a minimum of five hours sitting with riku collecting money for the ruffle you would then have to announce before being sprung free into an after party where you would have to continue your facade. just great.

you had been mentally preparing yourself the entire day, knowing that the moment when riku sat next to you, you would have to make all those ugly feelings go away and just enjoy the time you had with him to make up for the days you had lost. you weren’t counting on the sight of him showing up with a bouquet of flowers and that shy smile that could melt an iceberg, of course.

“hi there,” riku spoke, soft as always when he walked towards the table you had been preparing for the last few minutes. the sight made yur shoulders drop and your breath hitch in your throat.

“hi,” you muttered, eyes fixed on his instead of the bouquet he carried.

“these are for you, as an apology,” he said, his small smile widening as he stretched the flowers for you to take.

“thank you, you didn’t have to,” you smiled, grabbing the flowers and holding them close to your chest. “i didn’t get you anything.”

“there was no need to,” he shook his head, moving to sit next to you and shifting his chair to face yours. “being here is enough.”

what had you ever done to deserve him?

“i’ll treat you to a drink later?” you asked, tilting your head in question and taking a few seconds to observe how handsome he looked in his button up.

“it’s your mom’s restaurant, you don’t have to pay,” he laughed, and you could swear the entire room had lit up the moment his smile shined.

“well you don’t either, so it still counts,” you answered teasefully before moving to flick his forehead lightly and face the front. you were beginning to think he could see the endearment in your face if you looked at him for too long.

“sure, let’s say that,” he smiled, copying your action and settling back against his chair.

maybe things weren’t too bad.

୨♡୧

“thank you so much, mrs. kim,” riku smiled with a polite bow as the older woman handed him ten tickets worth of money for the ongoing raffle. “you look amazing tonight, enjoy the rest of the evening.” mrs. kim practically giggled as she walked away, evidently a mere victim to riku’s charm when she walked back to her husband.

“hey, you’re flirting with old ladies now?” you teased, bumping his shoulder after finishing arranging the money you had gained.

“shut up, we’re making so much more money because of me,” he chuckled, bumping you back before leaning back on his chair. “i wonder why she needs that blender so bad, though.”

“i think she’s in it for the couple massage,” you grimaced, watching said woman and her husband flirt like teenagers from across the room.

“not an image i wanted in my head, but thank you,” he fake shuddered before looking at you, a smile sneaking itself to his lips in reflex. 

“it’s better than those two getting it,” you said, disgust evident in your voice as you nudged towards where kazuha and her boyfriend were sitting. “i swear they haven’t said a single word to each other this entire time.”

riku didn’t deflate like he used to at the sight, he just shrugged his nose in disgust and tore his eyes away and back to something he enjoyed looking at way more. “they suck, i don’t understand why they’re here.”

“she probably wants to parade around everywhere you are, riku,” you mumbled, looking away from the couple only to find him already looking at you. “she wants you, you know.”

“well, then she should’ve thought of it sooner,” he shrugged, subtracting importance from the matter. he didn’t care about kazuha and her boyfriend. he couldn’t, not when you were next to him, looking like you had come straight out of a movie. “i don’t care anymore.”

and his words had never been truer as you smiled and his heart soared. you really were everything he could bring himself to care about at the moment.

“good, because sakuya and ryo are waiters and i’m sure they did something to her food,” you snorted, trying your best to hide the evident smile and the way the tips of your ears had tinted pink from how he was looking at you. 

“oh, i hope they did,” he chuckled, reaching to brush a strand of your hair away from your face. just when his eyes found yours and he noticed the way they softened, a voice interrupted and got your attention.

“oh, look at the lovebirds,” sion’s mom’s voice rung through the place as she watched the both of your with endearment, yushi’s mom right by her side. 

“you know, i always knew you two would end up together,” she spoke, now looking straight at them. “ever since you were kids, it was like an invisible string had you tied up by the fingers.”

riku didn’t really know if he should panic or melt, because that was the sweetest thing he had ever heard, but he had no idea how you would react.

“you should’ve told us sooner, we would’ve wasted less time,” you said, your hand resting on the table moving to intertwine with riku’s as you gave the older women a bright, genuine smile. “he was busy, though.” you fake grimaced, causing both of them to laugh and riku to feel his heart almost beat out of his chest.

oh, he had missed you so much.

୨♡୧

“i think it was very sweet of mr. kim to have bought the massage from that lady,” you said as you and riku climbed the stairs that led you to the terrace of the patio overlooking the restaurant.

“it was, mrs. kim looked very happy,” he nodded, climbing onto the deck and moving to take a seat on the edge, patting the space next to him for you to sit.

“i feel like that’s something you would do,” you said, sitting next to him before taking a sip out of your drink. from the spot at the deck you could see everyone, all the young people in town who had waited for the event to end for the traditional after party.

“what do you mean?” the boy asked, leaning on the rail and looking at you. you looked majestic under the warm fairy lights that decorated the space, it almost made him breathless.

“i don’t know, you’re just like that,” you shrugged, eyes still fixed on the people bellow. you could see your friends sat by a table and your brother doing some kind of dance interpretation by the other. “you’re warm, you like making people happy.”

riku’s heart was positively trying to escape the confine of his chest and run towards you. “i guess you’re right, it’s nice of you to say that.”

“it’s the truth, really,” you shrugged, finally moving to look at him. your eyes were tinted with something close to regret mixed with adoration. “and i’m really sorry i was a bitch to you, that wasn’t okay.”

“i already told you not to talk about yourself like that,” he reprimanded, never meaning anything more in his life. “and i’ve already forgiven you like you forgave me, everything is fine.”

you let out a small sigh before moving to drop your head on his shoulder, resting contently against him. “i think the most unbelievable part of our fake relationship is that i could ever deserve someone like you.”

“don’t say that,” he said, moving his shoulder just slightly to nudge you. “you deserve far more than me, you know. you’re pretty fucking amazing.” 

“well, thank you,” you chuckled, feeling flustered at his words. he always had that way to say things where you could tell he meant every single word. 

“of course,” he smiled, moving slightly just to get you to look at him. “i will remind you every day if that means you’ll believe it.”

and how could he ever say that without expecting you to fall? 

how could he ever even come up with those words if he wasn’t trying to get your heart to flutter like it just did?

there was nothing you could do but look at him, trying to memorize the flicker of gold that shined against the lights in his eyes. but then his eyes moved down to your lips for a split of a second, and your heart did a summer sault and a half. your eyes followed his before you leaned in just slightly, trying out the waters for something you had wanted for so long but hadn't realized.

and just then, he blinked and moved back.

“shit, i think sion’s calling me,” he said, panic evident in his voice as he quickly stood up. “i better go check what he wants. thank you for the drink and goodnight!”

in a blink of an eye, he had bolted down the stairs. 

oh, the dread was back.

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[delluluofical]

ordinary day; daryl dixon

• just some ordinary day in your life with him. (this is a bit long sorry)

• paring ✩ daryl dixon x fem reader. season ten, the latest episodes.

• a/n: hi guys so this is my first ever post and also the first time I’ve write something thing so please don’t be mean and have a little faith on me I’ll get better I promise:) also English it’s NOT my native language so please if you see something wrong you can point out!positive comments are appreciated !

Alexandria was a total mess, those motherfuckers whispers destroyed everything. It was pretty early when you both woke up, the warm sun on your skin made you smile widely and he noticed it putting a little smile on his lips, he gently brushed the hair that was on your face "mornin" he said with a raspy voice as you stretched your arms and groaned softly "hi handsome" you said smirking at him, he scoffed and leaned towards you brushing his lips on yours, it was gentle but also hungry for your love.

As you both got ready you passed Lydia’s room witch the door was slightly open, you knocked… no response so you open it carefully, you could hear her peaceful little snores she was still asleep, you smile and said "morning lyd, comon im making breakfast get ready and get down" she groaned and turned to you "coming" she said, you closed the door behind you leaving her room. You and daryl ate together with a comfortable silence, lyd took a while to get downstairs so you left her food there for her.

When daryl was heading out you said your goodbyes as you looked at him examining every single detail of his face, he narrow at you " what?" he said with his hand in your hips "nothing just admiring you, never know when could be the last time" you said raising your shoulders and tilting your head to the side, he looked at you like he was looking into your soul "It won’t kay!" he said bringing his hands and cupping your face closing the space between you two, he pulled away and smirked at you and you just simply scoffed at him and smiled, and just like that he was gone. Daryl went out to hunt, he’s been out a lot recently but since you guys started whatever you guys are, you knew, knew that you couldn’t keep him locked for too long so you just accept that, sure it made you a bit nervous but you also knew he’d always come back, for you. He asked you if you wanted to come, you hesitated a little but you denied cause you wanted to help Alexandria get back on their feet.

Carol went with him, you got happy to see them together again, you loved their friendship, it is a special bond for both of them and you appreciate it. You worked with Jerry the entire day, caring things, helping others yeah, it’s was pretty draining but deep down you liked. You were on your pause when Lydia came and put her hands over your eyes, you tensed a little but when you heard her giggles your body relaxed you knew, it was her, "hmm let me think?, maybe the coolest girl in this place?!" you took her hands out of your face and turned to her smiling hard and immediately pulling her into your arms giving her a big and warm hug, she loves you, always had, you were one of the only ones who cared, really cared about her.

"how are you?" she asked getting rid of you "good, u?" you said as you pulled all of her hair that was resting on her shoulders all to the her back "good… look you remember that book you barrow me, little woman?" she asked "yeah, why?" "well yesterday I had nothing to do so I made…how can I say it…an essay maybe, and I uh…kinda wanted you to read it" she said shyly "are you serious?, oh my god of course I can lyd" "really bc if you don’t want to it’s fi-" you stopped her "stop that okay of course I want to, after dinner you n me at the living room, alright?" you said and she smiled at you "okay!" before she could say anything Jerry called her for help "go! don’t forget okay!!" you said nodding at his direction, she smiled and left.

The hard work finally came to an end, leaving you exhausted, as you were about to enter your shared house with daryl and lyd, Carol enter the gates with dog. You narrowed and walked towards her "hi u okay?" you asked her she nodded "he’s fine just haven’t finished what he wanted but he’ll be back in the morning I guess" you nodded at her, getting closer "you’re really okay?" "just tired" she smiled tiredly patting your shoulders and left. You walk home, immediately heading upstairs to the bathroom you took your clothes off and went straight to bathroom, you took your time and finally got out putting a oversized shirt who was Daryl’s and some comfortable shorts. You ate a basic sandwich.

By the time you finished it Lydia enter the house also heading upstairs, you went to the couch and waited for lyd, she came back after 15 minutes "you hungry? you asked as she slipped into the couch with you "no I ate at Jerry’s" she said as she took a paper out of her pockets "here, don’t judge me alright?" you nodded and took the paper and started reading.

"Wow that was really good lyd and I mean it, you really know how to make a point you know that?" you said smirking at her "wait really?" " yeah look it’s very good and I agree hundred percent about Amy and Laurie" she looked at you and smiled "thanks it means a lot, well im gonna sleep im sooo tired oh my god" she said getting up heading upstairs "good nightt lydi" as she disappeared. You sight and looked around, god the house felt so empty without that stubborn, you missed his scent, "alright girl your so clingy omg" you scoffed and got up heading to bed.

It was sunny by the time daryl come back, he immediately remembered you, you’ve always loved this whether. He enter the house heading upstairs opening the room you shared looking at you so peaceful, so beautiful, he went straight to the shower. You were so tired that you didn’t even hear him, suddenly the bed cracked a bit and you signed eyes still closed, you felt a body getting closer to you, you obviously knew it was him, your man.

His face glued to the crock of your neck letting sweet kisses on it, wrapping himself around you, you groaned softly "hey you" you said "hi" he answered back, you could notice how tired he was by his voice, "everything alright?" "yea everything’s alright", you stayed quiet for a while, then you turned to him just a little so you could see his fratures you asked "you showered?" you asked he scoffed rolling his eyes at you "yes ma’am I did" you smiled weakly at him then turned back around grabbing his arms and placing then around your waist, keeping your hands with his, he immediately accepted it and squeezed, he leaned into your face pressing his lips against yours, it was slow and sloppy, he sighed softly "missed you" he said looking at you tiredly, "me too babe" you said back, brushing his hair out of his gorgeous face kissing his forehead, he leaned back adjusting himself, he missed you so much, he just wants to get lost in your fragrant hair. God he missed you so goddamn much.

You both stayed like that for hours not worrying about anything.

- 𝔤𝔞𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞.

[stvr-bloom]

kisses on sunday

ellie williams x f!reader

summary: early mornings with your girlfriend before patrol

tw: none, tooth rotting fluff

a/n: my first post! just a little drabble. please give me feedback send requests lovelies, it would be greatly appreciated 🤍🤍

Ellie Williams loved patrol. There was no denying it. She loved the thrill of job and the responsibility of protecting the people of Jackson. Before she could finally join the patrolling team, she had to beg Joel for a singular shift. However, all of this was before you.

Her girlfriend.

And now, it was Sunday morning and the love of her life had slept over the night before (literally what more could she ask for?). The early morning sun was peeking through the corners of the curtains, the birds were singing and completely ready for the day (spoiler alert: ellie was not).

Ellie slowly woke up from the feeling of you shifting under her arm. She rubbed her eyes and glanced over at the alarm clock. It read 6:15AM. She had patrol in 45 minutes

Fuck.

She looks over at you, the sun is catching your face just slightly. You look absolutely ethereal to Ellie. You always do. It’s mornings like these when the safety of her bed feels like your own fragment of the universe where the only people that matter are the two of you. These kinds of mornings are Ellie’s favourite (even more so when she doesn’t have patrol to interrupt them)

You begin to stir as Ellie’s arm tightens around you from behind. She’s ready to forget about her responsibilities and hide with you all day, which is a kind of day she would never ever complain about. A day with you is like a dream she never wants to wake up from. Your eyes open, taking a few moments to adjust to the reality of actually being conscious at this time of morning.

You turned around in her arms and are met with the familiar pair of pale green eyes you fell in love with many moons ago. Just the sight of her makes you smile, no matter the time of day it is or how tired you are. You put your arm over her waist as you look at her for the first time today, cuddling her in return.

“Good morning, Ells” you say, not even trying to hide your smile.

She gives you a squeeze as she holds your lovestruck gaze with her own. She’ll never know how she got so lucky.

“Hey baby” she replies, a small smile gracing her lips.

You tuck your head into her neck, ready to go to sleep again. However as much as you would like to do this, you are aware of the fact that Ellie had patrol. You’re also aware of Ellie’s streak of being late for patrol when you stay over.

“When are you getting up for patrol” you murmur, nose pressed underneath her jaw. Obviously you didn’t want her to go. How could you? Cuddles all morning with your girlfriend is the ideal any day of the week regardless. However, you know how important patrol is and how much she loves it when she’s actually doing the patrolling shes supposed to do. Whether she’s missing you terribly or not.

“Don’t remind me” she groans, tilting her head back on her pillow.

You giggle, propping yourself up on your elbow looking down at her. With your free hand, you place it on her cheek and guided her gaze to your own.

“I really wish you didn’t have to go though.” you say, looking at her.

“I don’t know about that sweetheart, sounds like you can’t wait to get rid of me” she replies, not even trying to hide her smirk and her hand tracing circles on your back.

You laugh, throwing your head back. She thinks you look heavenly. She can’t quite believe this is her forever.

“Hey you know that’s not true! I love you too much.” You say back, still giggling slightly but holding her gaze with a love struck look in your eye.

“I know.” She replies, without missing a beat. Your love for each other is very apparent. You never miss an opportunity to share that with each other, especially knowing the world you live in. Anything could happen, any day could be your last.

“I love you too” she adds, eyes glancing to your lips every so often.

Your smile widens.

Her hand reaches up to hold the back of your head, gently pulling you down to meet her lips for the first time that morning (and the first of many that day).

Her kisses are your favourite thing in the world.

You pull back, looking at her once more. Your hand is on her cheek with your thumb slowly stroking it.

Instead of getting up, she wraps her hands around your waist again, bringing you back down to her chest. You let out a squeal at the sudden movement, quickly turning to laughter coming from the both of you.

Patrol? Patrol can wait at this moment in time. Ellie just needs a little more time with her favourite girl.

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a/n: ahhh I hope you liked it!! I know this isn’t great but this is my first attempt at writing. I’m so grateful if you made it this far. Feedback would be greatly appreciated 🤍🤍

[bumpen-underbeds]

You had been slowly cleaning away the other plushies in your room, one by one sold or donated to people who wanted them. Now it was just you and...

And well it.

I have had this in my drafts for a while now, it is a part 2 of the possessed teddy I wrote a while back.

Part 1 (Here)

After that fateful encounter, you had begrudgingly begun to remove the other plushies from your room, placing them on your couch and shelves away from your bedroom, all while being comically followed by the plush that had led to you having to do this. However, even after removing them from your room, the little demon of fluff still stomped its legs and gestured at the other toys, unhappy they were still in your home.

In the face of a teddy tyrant, you sigh and rub your temples, muttering that you will get rid of them soon.

It is bitter to call your parents and ask your mum to take some of your long-lived stuffed toys back, asking her to hold onto them for you, telling her 'just incase' as you brush aside her question about why, all while getting the others boxed up and ready for sale or donation, crying a little about the loss of so many memories and treasures.

Small stuffed paws banging against your calf as you placed the last box to the side, demanding to be picked up.

It had become clear the little bear was possessive and very, very needy, always asking to be held or sat on your lap whenever you were home alone, which had grown more and more often as your roommate had begun to stay out longer and longer, potential even moving out silently if the half empty room was telling of anything.

Dealing with that could come later, for now, you have a small plush creature limp in your arms, rumbling from some unknown place in its chest as you carry it back to your bedroom. Since the fateful day of finding out this thing was possessed, you had never seen that other form, the more human-like one, thinking about it makes you shiver, so lanky and pale with that unknowable face...

Creepy.

You had tried to get rid of the bear the day after, but no matter what, it just kept coming back, on your bed, in your arms, on the couch, slumped next to the front door, even when you threw it out a window during a rainstorm one time, it reappeared in your shower soggy and looking furious.

You haven't tried to get rid of it since, glumly giving in and trying to live alongside the little beast.

However, living alongside the possessed stuffed toy didn't mean you had to suffer it all the time, showers grew longer and often led to you sitting on the toilet scrolling your feeds with the door locked and little angry toy arms banging on the door, but try as you might sometimes a locked door didn't seem to stop this thing from getting to wherever you had managed to sneak away to.

Having managed to lock the little pest in a small cupboard in the kitchen, you had slunk back to your room, sighing as you took a moment to breathe and take on the moment alone, no plushy begging to be held, no padded footsteps following after you, just purely alone time. What better way to spend a good moment alone than to jack off? Rub one out?

Without those beady little plastic eyes watching you for once, you could get into the right headspace to unwind.

Lying back on your bed, house pants pushed down to your knees and shirt hiked up to your collarbones, you were halfway into a good feeling when the door rattled, jolting you out of your pleasure, it was rattled, not thumped on or bumped by a padded body, quickly making yourself you expected your long missing roommate to be on the other side.

What you expected to be a grumpy 20-something with a familiar face was very much not there.

Just as tall and pale as the first and last time you had seen it, the true form of the plush toy was out, a ruined door to the cupboard you had locked it in dumped at your feet as one of its hands grips your shoulder and pushes you into your room, door slamming behind it as it drags you back to your bed.

Long hair falling around its face as it tumbles into the rumpled sheets with you, grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands to its face. A mouth blurs into view as a pale blue tongue glides along your fingers, rumbling as what was left on your hands from your interrupted session is locked away, the feeling of it sucking and licking on your fingers is strange, like putting your hand in warm slime.

It should feel disgusting.

This thing's tongue slips between your fingers as black teeth dig into your skin, leaving small marks before it releases your hands, growling as it leans down, eyes changing shape a hundred times over, but all frustrated and glaring at you, "locked out, our bed, locked out of our bed! Do not lock me out again, need this, need you, our bed." Its voice is hissing and soft, its breath smells less like dust now, more like the fabric cleaner you keep in the laundry.

It pulls back slightly, straddling your thighs as it runs its fingers across its body, the fluff around its neck bristles andovea as it looks down at you, resting its hands above the dip of its hips, hissing as it speaks, "You need? You long? Hunger? Our bed provides, I provide."

There is the sound of ripping fabric, looking down to where the sound came from, you watch as the expanse of its pale flesh morphs, the blank plane between its legs shifts, changing with every blink, first a pussy, then a cock, then something that looks like a tentacle, leaning down to nuzzle against the side of your face it purrs "You pick, I provide all, make for you anything, all needs met on our bed."

There are flickers of smiles on its face, and one of its hands guides you to the area it had been displaying, pressing your fingers against its new form. Its length is pitch black, fading to a soft pearlescent white at the tip, while the shaft looks familiar in's texture is alien, with ridges and bumps that swirl to a tip that seems almost spiral in shape as it leaks down itself heavily.

As if by whatever dark magic made this thing in its beginning, it tugs at your clothes, pulling the stitching and leaving them nothing more than rags, leaning back as it flings them away. Still straddling your thighs as it looks down at you, one of its hands wrapped around its cock and the other touches its chest, kneading the flesh and morphing it subtly, watching silently as you unconsciously react to the changes, only stopping when it senses approval hidden behind your apprehension.

Pulling your hands up to press against its chest, leaning into the touch, encouraging you to feel how it had changed for you, how it will help you feed those needs you had locked it out for.

In your shared bed, it will provide, in any shape, in every way, your needs, its wants, our bed provides.

[sleepingdeath-superlight]

random fluff hcs ; the la clan

‘random fluff hcs with the members of the la clan that have appeared in the anime so far’

lahan / lakan / luomen / maomao x gender neutral ! reader insert

requested by nobody / self indulgent

kan lahan

doesn’t use pet names but he does compliment your appearance in numerical terms a lot, and will introduce you/refer to you as ‘my partner/betrothed/spouse/etc.’ when talking to others — also gets quite a kick out of you doing the same with him

when you two are apart he’s pretty good at keeping in contact with you, sending you letters every few days (or every number of days he likes the sound of) like clockwork. and if you go out of your way to mirror his own numerical writing quirks (i.e. the five rows and eight columns thing) then he will be absolutely thrilled — almost like he’s falling in love with you all over again

has absolutely pulled strings behind the scenes to get people removed from their positions in the court if he feels like they have harmed you or have attempted to interfere in your relationship (i.e. they made him jealous for one reason or another)

will help you cut and style your hair if you ask — but bear in mind that he has to make everything look perfectly equal and that might result in you losing a lot of hair depending on how it looks now. he does a decent job, though, so if you’re willing to put up with his obsession with the perfect angle or whatever then it’s arguably worth it

sleeps the best when he’s wrapped up in your arms with his head on your chest or stomach — especially if you play with his hair while he’s laying there because that will knock him out really quick

kan lakan

spends a lot of time admiring your features and tracing them with his fingertips — partially because he does genuinely find you to be very attractive, and partially to commit them to memory just in case he wakes up one day and is no longer able to recognise you (which is a reoccurring nightmare he has)

the first and only time he got drunk around you he went quiet, stared at your face, slowly turned red, and blurted out something that kind of sounded like a compliment before collapsing on top of you and falling asleep

talks about you constantly to anyone who will listen (and just to anyone who happens to be in earshot of him at the time) — it’s both sweet how supportive he is of you, and kind of annoying because he just does not stop talking and will not stop gushing about you until someone knocks him out or changes the topic to something related to his work that he’s actually interested in

very loyal. like once he’s yours and you’re his you will not get rid of him anytime soon and he won’t even entertain the thought of looking at another person if it’s not absolutely necessary

would raise absolute hell if you got hurt, insulted, or taken — even if he ends up causing a lot of costly property damage or injuring himself in the process (poor lahan…)

luomen

luomen is incredibly selfless by nature and, as a partner especially, is the type of person to give you the clothes off of his back without hesitation or thought for himself the second he notices how cold you seem

given his age and upbringing it almost goes without saying, but he takes a very old fashioned route to courting you — once he’s come to accept his feelings for you, the reality that you return those feelings, and has decided to pursue something with you, that is

struggles with accepting help and gifts from you, but does greatly appreciate everything you do for him and does keep every gift you give to him — his home might be humble and small, but somehow he always finds room for them

tends to call you by your first name around others, but in private he’ll occasionally slip in a pet name like ‘my dear’ or something else along those lines

trusts you implicitly and immensely, and never really gets jealous over you as a result — he’s just… very secure in your relationship

maomao

she picks up on any symptoms you have before you even get the chance to realise that you’re sick — and because of her training with her father she’s usually able to create the medicine you need to ensure a swift and complete recovery from whatever is ailing you (or, at the very least, she’s able to temporarily minimise your pain and discomfort if you’re dealing with a chronic illness)

she won’t move you if you happen to fall asleep while leaning against her or laying on top of her, even if her legs start to go prickly and numb — and she won’t stop what she was doing when you conked out, like at most she’ll try and do it quietly as to not wake you up but otherwise she’ll just carry on as she was

it takes her a while to feel comfortable voicing her affection for you, so for most of your relationship she shows her love by taking care of you and helping you out wherever she can

worries over you and your safety much more than she outwardly lets on — even struggling to do her job properly as an apothecary for a while after the first time you got seriously injured as her partner

[rafeslvbug]

CHAPTER 15 - maybank blues series

work had been a nightmare, if it wasn’t already one. girls gave you judgy looks over their sunglass rim, shook that the rafe cameron chose you. a pogue. the ultimate pogue, in their eyes. worn sneakers, bikinis under every outfit, sand under her fingernails. jj maybank, the troublesome teen’s, little sister.

and rafe had come by multiple times. never spoke to you, just looked. bloodshot eyes, frown. topper couldn’t give him enough drinks to wear it all away. the heartbreak. the pain. you refused to serve him. maybe that made things all the more worse. you made sofia go out instead, you swerved around his table and tried to ignore the way his eyes bored into your back.

tonight was different. you’d taken the night shift, late dinners and wine. the cool breeze brushing against your hair once it was over, and you began to walk home.

“y/n..” rafe speaks. you’d walked right past him, hadn’t seen him standing off to the side. squeezing your eyes shut, you refused to turn around. “rafe..what do you want?” you sighed.

“i’m not here to do anything..i just thought i’d give you your car back,” he mutters. you turn, slowly, spinning on your heel.

“i figured they got rid of it.” he’s standing a few metres from you, distant. putting space between you both— for you. because you know he wants nothing more than to be close to you again.

“they did..i got you a new one,” he murmurs, raising his hand with new car keys, a cute keychain you had been eyeing last week on it.

“no,” you shake your head. “i don’t want your..whatever this is. charity?”

“it’s not– it’s not!” he argues back, but he doesn’t raise his voice. “i got it before we broke up, so just take it okay? i can’t have it sitting in my driveway anymore.”

“rafe..”

“take the car,” he rasps out, voice breaking with every second. he holds out the keys, and you cautiously step forward, until there’s only a few feet between you. you dangle the keys around your finger, close them into your palm. a constant reminder of rafe.

the car’s light blue, volkswagen symbol on the front. your heart feels heavy, because it’s the car. the one you said you’d have if you could have any that day at the dealership. months ago. and rafe got it for you.

“it’s the one you wanted right?” he asks, cutting through the silence.

“it is..” you bite your lip, trying to stop the slight wobbling. “thank you.”

“it was nothing..”

“no– rafe,” you turn to face him. he steps back, wounded.

“nothing,” he repeats. but it holds more weight. like he’s saying you and him were nothing. like he’s trying to make himself feel better. “i’m gonna go..enjoy the car.”

your mouth opens, but he turns and walks away. leaving you alone with the remnants of your relationship. approaching the car feels dangerous. something ticked off your wishlist, from someone you hurt. someone you don’t deserve things from.

the car feels hollow. wheel cold. it’s brand new, marked by an old relationship. like a fresh beginning that’s already grown rotten. your lip trembles sitting in the drivers seat, and sobs overwhelm you, spilling down your cheeks.

you hate it.

you miss rafe, and you hate it.

the car pulls into the driveway, your tears dried on your cheek. you barely get out the door before, “where’d you get that from?” luke says gruffly, stepping out onto the path in front of the house.

“um..just a friend,” you murmur, stuffing the keys into your bag. you run your fingers through your hair, trying to ease the shakiness– already. luke’s arms are crossed over his chest. disbelieving. “right..” he tuts. “you think i believe that shit?” he spits.

“i don’t know what you mean..” you whisper, incredibly small. he chuckles, low. “course you don’t..” his foot taps impatiently against the ground. “you some sugar baby?”

“what?” you repeat, voice sharp.

“you an’ that fuckin’ attitude! i asked you a question– you heard me.”

“well what kind of question is that?” you retort. he seems to enjoy the way you fight back, argue. it gives him a reason.

“a fuckin’ valid one, people are whisperin’ bout you at the country club, showin’ up here with a new fuckin’ car– who’re you seein’?” he steps closer. a dare.

“no one!”

“see?” he points, shaky finger. drunk, evidently. “i raised a fuckin’ liar!” he lunges forward, towards you, fist raised. you duck out the way, but he’s in a frenzy. swinging again, forcing you back. stumbling until you hit the floor. the side of your hand grazes against the gravel, but you try to clamber backwards until his foot collides with your stomach. “WHO IS IT, HUH?” you scramble to your feet, only to be met with his knuckles against your cheekbone. body slamming against the car. “no one!” you cry, but he hears no reason. relentless until he’s had his fix. you fumble in your bag for the keys, blocking out his rant as he drunkenly swings and misses. “HEY! what are– WHERE’RE YOU GOIN’?” he rages, noticing your hand grappling the car door. he breaks forward to try and stop you, but you’ve already got it open, in the driver’s seat. luke’s hand grasps your leg, trying to haul you back out, but you kick him wildly, again and again, until he recoils his hand and u can slam the door shut.

you drive off, heavy panicked breaths even while he bangs on your new car. you don’t drive to the chateau. you don’t go to jj.

no, you go to the station.

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[rafehoneymoon]

Impatient

bsf!rafe can’t sit still

powdery perfume whirled through motionless air, the silence - beside her soft humming, echoed loudly. 

everything was put on pause, when she was getting ready. throned onto her vanity chair, tackling the obstacle of doing her hair. 

where as her best friend rafe sat slouched into an armchair, which sat solemnly in the corner of the girls bedroom.

looking like he was threw into place.

her methodical humming was carelessly interrupted with a clicking of his tongue, practically a banner announcing his impatience. 

meeting his eyes in the mirror, she could just about make out the ring around them, ready to snap. the sight caused hers to glint, throwing him a teasing smile.

to see how long he’d last.

rafe abruptly stood up as if the chair was causing him physical pain, he hated sitting still. his mind looped, hands fidgeted, patience disintegrated- it made him feel useless.

he’d rather be threw with a task at hand, in fact everything in his hands. he was a proactive type of person.

“when d’you think you’ll be done with- that” waving his hands in the direction of her hair, irritation crawling freely from his voice. 

“soon, ok?” once again meeting his eyes, this time with a pleading look. 

the cameron boy nearly suffocating himself with all of the air he huffed out, making his way to his best friends bed, chucking himself onto it carelessly. 

“don’t mess up my bed” she demanded, focus still on her hair, but when she was with rafe she basically had eyes at the back of her head. 

he responded with an eye roll, sinking himself into the mattress further and hoping the comfort would be a pillow for his boredom. 

after sprawling out across the bed multiple times and crinkling the sheets, it was doing absolutely nothing. 

dramatically pulling himself up and out the girls bed, he walked over to the vanity and snatched her phone.

like a kid playing games on their parents phone when they were bored. 

it was nothing out of the ordinary for the pair, they knew each others passwords and would make themselves at home to each others mobiles. 

the girl just watched him out of the corner of her eye, shaking her head sarcastically, used to his childish tactics. 

he stuck himself to the wall, leaning against it with heavy force, practically leaving an outline. as he wandered through her phone, face lighting up as he reached for her camera roll.

ground he’d never uncovered before. 

scrolling through it carefully, not wanting to miss a thing. endless amounts of selfies flooded it fully, along with some fit checks, all of which he chose his favorites and sent them to himself. 

that peak of interest quickly came to an end, once he had investigated every photo. planting the phone back onto the surface of the girls vanity, while looking around her room for something else to spark his intrigue.

the white oak dresser stood tall, a gold, glowing lining painted by his mind. and he knew the top drawer would be his best bet. 

moving across her room once again, more purpose behind it this time. he looked over at his best friend, who was still distracted with that concentrated pout - which he always found cute. 

opening the drawer sneakily, a giddy feeling buzzed his mind, god he was pathetic. there sat her collection of panties, organized in color, all embedded with perfection. 

running his big hand through the girlish lace, a satisfied smirk found its way to the cameron boys face.

she had multiple pairs in his favorite color, he knew she wanted him just as bad.

then he plucked a pair, ridden from the unison line and stashed into the pocket of his khaki shorts. 

“what are you doing” she questioned, voice sharp with amusement. the girl stood up, hand on hip and the look of catching someone red-handed. 

“nothing- right, just chill out” he spoke calm, but his hands up defensively. 

heels voicing its pathway, as she walked over to the boy. out of now where she pushed him onto her bed, quick to straddle over his tall frame. 

skirt riding up with the motion, daring him while he drank up the picture.

rafes face stunned, yet that boyish smile still stayed put. grasping some control, he reached for her hips, holding them firm and into place.

also to check that the situation was real, not just another one of his imaginations. 

she lifted up slightly, a pull that was hard to do with his hands molding them into place. before pressing back down, directly onto the non-mistaken bulge she could feel through his shorts. 

the boy underneath released a grunt, courtesy of her action. 

“can you sit still for once?” the girl questioned tauntingly, pushing her weight down more and more as she got herself comfortable.

“yeah- fuck yeah” rafe breathed out, though it was strained as his teeth were gritted, a barrier to the uncontrollable sounds that were just flowing out freely.

“good” she hummed, flipping her hair and climbing off of rafe. 

yet he still remained, frightened to move, unable to breathe. but his boredom was now gone. 

[janicekao]

You Will Dance

(Part two)

Part one Pairing: Remmick x Black oc Summary: A look into Lorelei and Remmick's love life and how she deals with the afterlife as a human-vampire hybrid. 11k words Wattpad link Enjoy my babies <3 ---------------------------

The last six months of a brand new life has been a pleasured blur now in the back of Lorelei Boone's mind. From being the timid country girl that had never stepped foot out of Clarksdale, Mississippi, she's now the well traveled better-half to a vampire a hundred times her senior.

There aren't days that she's ever tired or unhappy, even going from having one friend to now dozens who worship the ground she walks on as Queen Lye, the hybrid doyenne.

With the strength of sharing thoughts and emotions amongst each other, Lorelei has expanded her vocabulary to the point of her southern twang becoming extremely faint and nearly invisible. She's able to speak multiple languages now, including her favorite, the mandarin-tongue that she uses while gossiping with her friends Bo and Grace Chow.

Although she lacks the talons, fangs, and vampiric eye-gleam, her strength is enough to move mountains and her health has never been better. She has never danced so much in her entire life, now educated in all cultures and melody due to the shared mind-hive, she has become a song bird along side her mate, Remmick. Chanting his every Celtic hymn as if she had known them since the day she was born.

"...Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins Brand-new pair of brogues, rattling over the bogs And frightned all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four, five..."

The family proceeds to grow in each state that they travel into, continuing to build the community that Remmick lost years ago due to English colonialism in his homeland of Ireland.

Wined, dined, spoiled with fine furs, gold, good loving, and incredible sex, Lorelei has never been happier. But as time passes, an ache in her spirit reminds her of the one thing that she's never been able to completely get rid of— her human emotions, her humanity.

Leaving a path of blood through all of the east coast, the horde of vampires most recent stop is a quaint farmhouse on the outskirts of Vermont. As they arrive, three simple words is all it takes to welcome her family inside, "come on in" their Queen calls, dropping the supernatural hold at every threshold with her warm greeting. As they enter inside this home, it isn't long before the eighty year old farmer who lived here alone with his dog is torn to pieces... So badly drained of blood and shredded by fifty vampires that it is impossible for him to reawaken. Lorelei has seen this happen before... this amount of hunger and greed that a body is nothing left but stained carpet.

Even with all that the dog has witnessed, the poor pup still feels that his job is to guard and protect. It finds immediate loyalty within Remmick and hasn't left his side since. Renamed as 'Buddy', he and the gray and white speckled mutt have made instant friends.

Even the most sinister thousand year old vampire is precious enough to protect.

For now Vermont is their home. The land around the house is about a mile and a half away from anywhere else, leaving the vampires to their privacy as they rest during the day and scavenge through the night.

With an end goal of bringing his people back to his homeland, the group will carry onward through Vermont and into Canada where a longtime friend of Remmick's has a ship— a vessel large enough for them all to make it across the pond and towards the bonny banks of a loch in Ireland.

Their home, the vampiric beginnings.

———

Safely back home after a night of prowling, the vampires return to the barn before dawn and Remmick returns to the farmhouse as he prepares for slumber in a house that is curtained and sealed from any sunlight.

"A ghrá (my love), I've missed you little one." Their home is quiet and the others respect Remmick and Lye's privacy, letting the farmhouse be of only theirs as if it were their kingdom. "You missed an excellent evening tonight. We walked up on a Jazz band leaving a gig at the local bar, they tasted delicious— sounded even better."

Remmick had stayed inside the club for the entire night, smoking a cig by the bar as he measured the band's value on how much he enjoyed their music.

"I can hear them." Lorelei's folded arms and even tone is a clear indicator that she isn't happy. "New music— the new sounds are being shared with me. So, they are a part of us now? In the barn with the others?"

"Indeed." Kicking off his blood-stained shoes, Remmick smiles with a pleased sigh as he eases back into the furniture. Beginning to yawn, he scratches at his bearded-shadow already growing back in from a cleaned shaven appearance earlier that day. "Our numbers are up to fifty-five now. We are absolutely unstoppable in numbers, you know that."

Even after a night of feeding— belly still digesting a gallon of blood, Remmick reaches for the farmer's bourbon, pouring himself a night cap. "What is the matter, A stór (my treasure)? Tonight, something pains you."

His gentle worry is comforting, allowing Lorelei to loosen her lips with a confession. "Sometimes... well, sometimes I miss the sun on my face."

...

Remmick immediately brushes it off with a chortle that is of pure mockery. "Your human emotions." He sips, "that is all my dear, you will be just fine."

"Not everything has to do with being a crossbreed. You don't think the others feel this way too?" She scoffs. "Well, I can assure you that they do. But you're in their head, they wouldn't dare think it out loud for you to hear."

His jaw tightens. Of course he can hear his creations' thoughts... but that's just what vampires do, they share, they become one. Remmick's sure if there were something to be said, his family wouldn't fear him. He knows that he'd be kind enough to listen.

But what he hates the most is not being able to hear Lorelei's thoughts at all... Such a strange flaw from how she was created, having the ability to hear the mind-hive but can't share her thoughts with it.

"I miss seeing my mother." Her faint voice is loaded with despair, and it aches him. The only emotion that Remmick understands and wishes her to have is the complete happiness of a fully blooded vampire.

He exhales, faint annoyance prevalent in his breath. "I told you that I would turn her for you Lye, and that way you'd be together forever."

"Mildred Boone loves the sun! She loves to sit on her porch and to garden!" She snaps, voice quickly raising from the thought of this idiotic idea. "Why would I ever take my mother's love for gardening away from her? Remmick you sound so foolish! Let's just blame the bourbon for your careless ideas and call it a night..."

Offended by her shouting and insults, a hotheaded Remmick gives it right back to her. "Christ, I swear If I had known you would've hated being one of us so badly, I would have never changed you in the first place!"

"Lying sack of shit." Lorelei scoffs as her southern drawl reveals itself again, "you still would have turned me and you know it! Who do you think you're fooling?" She immediately calls his bluff, imbedded in his brain so deeply that he can't even lie if he wanted to.

"Fine... When it comes to you? Yes!" Only truth spills from his tongue, making Lorelei immortal has been his greatest accomplishment yet. He wouldn't change anything that he's done, regretting nothing at all now that he's found his fated love. "Wait..."

...He's left puzzled by something.

The mind-hive is an important sharing ground for the vampires, but after a while of getting used to it, there are ways to have private thoughts of only their own. With a little practice and mental strength, not everything they think of needs to be shared.

Remmick has mastered this mind-blocking skill for centuries now, using it whenever he needs to— especially in the moments where he rather not share with his family the experience of knowing how Lye climaxes and moans his name during sex...

But today, only a moment ago, Remmick was using this very blocking skill on Lorelei, hiding the fact that he doesn't regret turning her and would do it again if he had to— yet she read through him as if it were no slack at all.

He pauses. "No honestly Lye, how did you do that? How did you read my thoughts when I took that access away?"

He has always known that she cannot share with her mind, but to stiff-arm her way through his?... This is a first. An entirely new revelation, a secret kept from him, and it's unacceptable.

The tension of the room becomes too much for her... Faintly she sways as her feet begin to misstep in her heels from her body's sudden weakness... Lately she's been refusing the night-hunt, letting the others go while she stays home and eats human food instead.

"Goddamnit, Lye— Just hold on, I've got something for you." Already expecting his stubborn lover to be near starving by now, he's brought her the sustenance that her new form needs whether she wants it or not.

Remmick steps outside, risking the chance to be burned as night comes to an end, however lucky enough to beat the sunrise and avoid being touched by its rays. Back inside the kitchen with a girl in a silver dress, she is suddenly thrown to the ground. Her hands are tied, mouth gagged with a handkerchief, and the tears have her dark eye-makeup streaming down her face. "The band's jazz singer." He flicks open a pocket knife. "Will you? Or should I?"

Lorelei cringes at the thought of consuming anymore blood. As time passes in this vampire cult, she has become extremely sensitive to certain killings... only willing to kill the ones who deserve it because guilt of killing an innocent has become quite the issue for her humanity.

He runs out of patience, lowering his head Remmick pierces the girl's throat with his side-most fang, making a constant pour spill out of her jugular as if she had an installed tap. Remmick licks the drop of blood from his lip, chasing after the stream of crimson with a drinking glass.

Bratty as ever, Lorelei rolls her eyes. "And what are you doing with that?"

"You're weak, Acushla (pulse of my heart)." Sympathizing with his lover, Remmick understands her confused human emotions— yet he still manages to demand her to feed as her maker. "Today is not the day to fuck around and go raiding crackers and cheese from the icebox and cabinets, you need real food, you need this blood."

"Take this. Now, Lorelei." Although his voice— an insensitive tight grit, he will always have her best interest at heart.

Lye knows that in order to keep up her strength, normal food only worked for her when she was alive and a full blooded human, but now, every once and again she must feed. With nostrils flared in aggravation and disgust, she snatches the glass from him. She holds her nose and knocks the twelve-ounces back like a massive shot of whiskey, shaking the chill and coming gag from her body, Lorelei slams the empty glass on the counter and wipes her bloodied mouth with the back of her sleeve. "Happy?"

Remmick grins, his sly smirk creeping at the corners of his handsome lips.

She rolls her eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You and blood, my darling." His aroused growl is prominent in his throat. "Not a sight better to stiffen me."

"But!" He refocuses, "now that you won't pass out on me again, tell me about this hybrid power of yours, the one you've kept hidden from me. I can't hear your songs, can't hear your thoughts... but you break through mine as if I were hiding them behind a thin wall of dried mud."

She exhales, calming herself from finally getting over the metallic taste of blood that she has yet to get used to. "Your mind Rem, just like any other establishment— I don't need a goddamn invitation to infiltrate."

... His held tilts in curiosity.

What an interesting confession... Something she's managed to hide for quite some time now. Her witty rebuttal makes Remmick chuckle, this is the exact wit and charm that has had him pussy-whipped for half a year now.

The singer drained of blood finally rises from the floor. Awakened to her immortal afterlife, Remmick and Lorelei can hear her history and songs coursing through their blood. "Ahh, good morning love." Remmick sarcastically welcomes the newest member of his community. "Your band is waiting for you in the barn. Might want to get there before daybreak, aye?"

Lorelei purses her lips, smacking her teeth in pure irritation. She watches the newest vampire leave for the barn, counting in her head now how many members they have added and how hard it's becoming to keep them all hidden and safe— especially safe from the Choctaw tribe who has hunted Remmick for centuries now.

"And then there were fifty-six." Her remark is a snark complaint, reminding her lover that too much of a good thing can quickly become bad.

"The more the merrier— but you, A chroí (my heart), you amaze me." He bites his lip, changing the subject as he becomes heated by bourbon and the sight of his woman. "Want you to fuck me, the way that you fuck minds, my favorite little progeny— come." Becoming one with the couch again, Remmick calls for his lover with the motion of his finger. "Why don't you come take a seat here..."

She tries to deny him... But he waits patiently with a grin that reminds Lorelei that Remmick can already hear the quickened human heart rate of her chest.

She slowly joins him on the couch, straddling his outstretched legs and sitting into his lap where the stiff erection of his groin prods just where she is hot and needy through her intimates.

Remmick exhales... enamored by the slight rocking of her hips and her way of acting as if he can't feel or notice her titillated behavior. "Not there, closer."

She's pulled forward, her stacked figure gently pushing the air out of his stomach and lungs as she inches across his midriff. "Closer, Acushla."

With hands running up the sides of her thighs, he rids her panties as he pulls her by the fold of her knees across his prickly shave. His mouth has already started to drool as it does when he's soon to feed— although he is indeed soon to feed, blood isn't on the menu this sunrise, instead, Lorelei's warm and generous cunt. Her thighs press against his ears, burying his chin, nose, and mouth into her heated mound. The gleam of a monster stares back at her, the only portion left available on his face— eyes that refuse to blink as he watches her come undone on his tongue. Remmick groans into her core, his tongue a wordless praise as he worships her flesh in ways that make her dumb with lust.

"Oh!" Her swollen bud is suddenly suckled and flicked by his tongue. His hands grip her dress, forcing it above her head for a better view of her shapely frame. Nude and seated on his face, Lorelei is encouraged to ride with a gripping slap to her ass.

His skilled lolling splits through her labia, bundling and savoring her wet arousal on the tip of his tongue. She squeals, thighs beginning to squish Remmick's head as she's eaten right off the bone. With hands cupping her breasts, the dimpling of her fleshy globes tweak at her nipples until her hips stutter against his mouth. Her body's slow surrender alerts him that she's close, but he refuses. He forces more of the slowed-grinding with a dominating grasp to her hips, "don't stop." He muffles, forcing her to drive deeper into his face—fucking him until he's drowned in her cream.

Her body is controlled by the strengthened movements of his embrace. She attempts to slow his guidance with a grip to his thick biceps, begging for just a minute to breathe. But eating pussy isn't only for her, no, not when Lorelei's taste is Remmick's favorite daily-bread with warm human blood coming in at a close second.

"What are my thoughts saying now?" He inhales air for only a moment, returning to feast.

"Mm-shit!" Focused on the lewd attack between her legs, Lorelei's gift to mind read is as good as gone. "I—I don't know!"

For him, she tries harder... "Your thoughts—" Like the erection in his slacks, Lorelei thinks long and hard on her telepathy. "Baby... They're too vulgar to put into words."

"Say them." His baritoned command hasn't any supernatural compulsion, yet it immediately makes her speak.

"That— That you know how I like to be licked."

"And do I, Acushla?"

"My God!" She cries, "—yes."

His chuckle is a warm breath that twists her stomach into knots. "And what else?"

Although he asks for his mind to be read again, he fights her off as long as he possibly can, wanting to see the strength of this power for himself. He knows that she'll soon break through his mental wall, but when she does, he will make sure that his thought is one that she'll never forget.

What comes into his mind immediately frightens her...

The bucking in Lorelei's hips stop and each of his lapping licks through her cunt slow into deliberate torturous precision. Her eyes widen as she listens in on his subconscious. It's a silent threat.An assurance that regardless of her access to different powers, she'll never be as old, wise, and dangerous as the one that made her. Remmick reminds her that his every thought that she can read are words that he would proudly say in the plain of day... making her power out to be nothing but child's play. It's clear that he's angry, using his vulgar affliction as some sort of sexual punishment. Lorelei tries her best to lift herself from off of him but is suddenly forced back into position by the strong muscles of his arms, locking her down around her thighs as he forces her orgasm to breach across his lips.

His thoughts are heightened— louder, more vicious, pissed off as if he were screaming into her brain while his eyes watch from below! His unbothered stare assuring that she hears him loud and clear. Silently putting Lorelei in her place, she is made well aware of just who her creator is, who holds the power, and who will fuck her into submission each time that she decides to be defiant. She is reminded that she is his— the thought causes her body to quake as her jaw falls open with a muted moan, her orgasm reverberating through her body as she makes an utter spectacle out of herself. His claim over her today is meant to be cruel and taming, but hearing who she very well belongs to has never made her cum so hard.

His thoughts continue, her powers aren't to be used against him a second time or there will be hell to pay. They are to conduct only as a unit together and never let secrets come in between each other again, especially now that he's well aware of the extreme clairvoyance she has been hiding for the last six months— skimming through Remmick's and the other's minds in times that they aren't willing to share... A cradle-robber to one's privacy.

Guilt eats at her for keeping this from him, as does the shame of enjoying being mind-fucked, licked, and scolded at the very same time. "I'll be better Rem, I-I promise."

His tongue retreats, grasping a taloned hold of her throat as he sits up and pulls her into his fiery gaze. Fallen backwards against the cushions of the couch, Lorelei gasps as his hand tightens against her windpipe. He watches closely... burning holes into her without a single blink, making certain that what he has said is well understood. "Good girl." As Remmick trusts that she understands, a dagger-like thrust of cock roughly digs into her unexpected heat. Lorelei squeals, tears eating at the waterline of her lashes. "Now I want you worn thin. Finish on my cock or we'll just have to start over."

———

As time continues to pass on the farm, Lorelei's humanity worsens.... Sometimes even feeling more human than anything else. She tries her best to enjoy the nights spent together with the family that adores her. In the beginning it came to her so naturally, the vampiric blood coursing through her veins made her feel so free of worry and guilt, but now the memories of that night at the Juke Joint seem to haunt her.

Her guilt worsens as they celebrate tonight's evening with fellowship around a lit fire. Breath stolen as she sets eyes on Little Sammie who steps into the moonlight, face still scarred from taloned-size gashes the night that he was turned. His stolen soul reminds Lorelei of his very vampiric future— never to see his parents, visit the church house, or hug his younger siblings ever again.

His song begins, and instead of the soulful blues that Lorelei once loved, she hears his guitar-playing like nails on a chalkboard— flashing memories through her mind of the night that everyone she ever knew was torn to pieces because of her welcome inside.

"Something I been wanting to tell you for a long timeIt might hurt you, hope you don't lose your mindWell, I was just a boy, 'bout eight years oldYou threw me a Bible on that Mississippi roadSee, I love ya, Papa, you did all you could doThey say the truth hurts, so I lie to youYes, I lied to youI got the blues"

She covers her ears with her palms... With eyes tightly shut, Lorelei tries her hardest to remove the memories of blood-curdling screams and chaos that tore through the Juke Joint months ago. It eats at her, the screams that she danced through as if they were music, unmoved by the thought that in later months she could possibly come to regret it all completely.

Although Sammie's blues is Remmick's very favorite sound to ever exist, he can't seem to focus on it with his lover distraught and trembling on a log beside him. "Take my hand, Lye."

She grabs hold of him immediately— anything to get away from hearing this song, anything to get her away from remembering the day that music died for her. As they leave the light of the fire burning, Remmick embraces Lorelei closely against him, watching her weep with hands pressed against her temples as a headache pains her like nothing before. The memories of that night are killing her... especially the one that hurts her the most— the memories of what happened to Nadia Ruth.

He leads her to the middle of the field, the shine of stars throughout Vermont's sky remind them of the fireflies that once filled Mississippi's. "Come my love, let me show you the stars."

She's swept into his arms bridal-style, crying and wetting his shirt with her tears yet feeling just a tad better now that she is in his embrace.

The thousand year old vampire plants his feet firmly into the dirt, lifting with one swift jump that sends them into the night sky like a bullet. A not-so-secret power of his own— ascending from the ground, an ability that no other vampire has.

Together they part the fluff of white clouds in the dark sky— soft like Mississippi cotton. The flight is enough to hold back her tears, eyes opened wide as she is taken to a place she's never seen before. Up so high that the air is freezing cold, yet the moon still feels warm on their flesh, the only light source that is allowed to touch their fluorescent skin of diamonds.

Remmick smiles warmly, content with seeing the amusement and adrenaline of defying gravity in his Queen's brown doe eyes. For her happiness he'd do anything... he kisses her forehead, ensuring no more tears during this lovely evening.

Expecting something romantic to chill him with her sweet-honeyed voice, Lorelei pleads for something that breaks his heart completely. "Drop me."

...

"Wh-what?" He frowns, lips parted in disbelief and taking a moment to assure that he absolutely heard her correctly. The air is taken from his lungs with an exhale. "Drop you?"

He'd never do such a thing, he couldn't even think of it if he wanted to! ... and so Lorelei does it herself.

Releasing her grip around his neck, Lorelei purposely lifts out of his strong arms, soaring hundreds of feet back to the ground.

And as she falls, she feels weightless. Even the weight of her guilt easing for just a moment in time. She prepares to hit the ground and instead of fear, she only feels freedom. Is this what they all would feel to be released from the curse of vampirism?A smile graces her face, repenting for all that she's done in hopes that the next time her eyes open will be at the gates of Heaven— even Hell if in the end that is where she deserves to be.

Foolishly believing that she is soon to become splattered and one with the dirt, Remmick surprises her a step ahead, already footed in the field's soil as he catches her. She lands firmly in his arms, immediately put down as he walks away without a single said word.

In the moment, so pissed, he's afraid if he speaks he'll regret what he has to say. What she did just then, was give up... A love that consumes him daily, and yet it still isn't enough to comfort her.

"Remmick?" She calls for him. More additional guilt beginning to eat away at her. Not only has she destroyed the lives of all that she's ever known, but now she has disappointed the one man that loves her unconditionally. "Please. Have I done something, baby? I-I just wanted to fly is all!"

"DON'T— belittle me." He yanks from her caress, a pathetic attempt to soften him when he knows her truth. "You're suicidal, Lorelei."

"I'm not!" She pleads. "Don't tell me what I am! You can't even read my thoughts! You have no idea what you're talking about—"

"IT WAS IN YOUR EYES!" His shout mutes her... He knows her far too well and he's absolutely right. "I don't need to be in your head when it's written all over your face..."

"You've been changing, Lye." The gulp is painful in his throat. "A little bit more each day than the one before and you've become absent, I can't help you if you just won't let me in."

The screen door of the farmhouse slams shut as Lorelei quickly runs behind him. He turns once more as another realization strikes him. Remmick stops her racing pace behind him as she runs directly against his chest. "It's about Nadia, isn't it?"

She clinches her eyes shut from the graphic reminder of hearing her friend's name. "Please, don't."

The night of the Juke Joint opening, Nadia hid behind the counter when Lorelei led the vampires inside. Her hands braced the fearful weeps trying to escape her mouth as she heard the murder of everyone inside the Juke. By time she was found, the dead had already turned, leaving her to be the last human standing. But, the new immortals had begun to awaken with hunger— they were out for blood and only she was around. The newborn vampires as well as the rest of them loved Nadia— excited to have her as one of the family members. They only meant to bite her, turn her, have her join their community, but the ignorance of overfeeding is what made the shit hit the fan. Just as they did to the farmer who owned these very acres of the farmhouse, the vampires fed so hard that there was just nothing left of her.

Lorelei grieved the loss of her friend that night, but the high of vampirism ended it within seconds as soon as another song played and the family continued to chant and celebrate their new lease on life. But one thing about grieving is that it always comes back to you— especially for humans with hearts who continue to beat and to feel.

"A chroí (my heart), I did not know that they would consume her to barely bones that night." Remmick takes blame for the pain that Lye feels. "The family— they did not realize what they had done, she should've been bitten and turned, not fed upon—"

The thought is too much as Lorelei interrupts. "Shh! Just stop! I can't blame anyone but myself for that night, I was the one to invite you inside."

"Do you regret that evening?" The words escape him as quick as a breath.

"The night that I met you? The night that I finally danced?" Her fingers are delicate against his prominent jawline. "Heavens no."

"But it was all—" She sighs, sniffling back her tears. "It was just a disarray of joyful haze." Lorelei explains her grief the best that she can. "Vampirism is a blinding high! It has been for a while now. But Remmick, you forget that I am not fully turned."

"OH TRUST— that is something you never let me forget." His cruelness hides beneath his tone.

"And what does that mean?" She squints, holding back insulted rage.

Remmick notices his lover taken an offense as her gentle caress drops from his face, but in a way he's just as appalled. "A disarray of joyful haze?" He repeats, feeling insulted. "What, are full blooded vampires just simpleminded now? Frolicking in joy for eternity because we are all idiots, right?"

"I didn't say that!" Lorelei refuses the words that he tries to put in her mouth. "What I'm saying is the delight of fellowship can be blinding! As part vampire I've been blinded by it too! Here I am having the time of my life by your side, but as a human... My soul aches for the innocents we committed to this life. Take as an example, Sammie—I mean, Sammie was nothing but sixteen years old! So obsessed with his songs, you took his life and pretend to be some white-savior! Wanting his rhythm without his blues, you have no idea everything that he went through to become so soulful!"

He scoffs, stunned by his lover making him out to be a hypocrite, like any other white devil who rob from the culture for personal gain. "What's next Lorelei? — You have a problem with the music and fellowship I crave, next you'll be disgusted by the way we feed!"

...

Her silence is a clear indicator that she indeed already is.

"You are, aren't you?" He frowns in utter disbelief. "Tell me Lye, if we must dodge every innocent out there, then where the hell would you have us hunt?"

Lorelei shrugs, struggling to find an answer off of the top of her head. "Prisons, men who deserve it!"

He snickers, "right, so instead of being invited into one building, we would have to sit and wait to be invited into each and every goddamn cell? —And then after we finally feed, if they aren't absolutely destroyed by the shred of our teeth their bodies will rise again and join us!" He heats in refusal. "No! I might have been lucky enough to change the heart and mind of two klan members, Lorelei, but I draw the line at murderers and rapists joining our family and the mind-hive."

"Your technique is sloppy." She argues, "the Natives are after us and your face is on every wanted sign all over the goddamned east coast. We need to be skillful with our killing, If I invite you across every threshold on Earth you'll run out of human blood to feed on. And then what will you eat?"

...

She has made a relevant point, but Remmick who only cares for joy and fellowship has grown tired of this constant bickering, now returning to a wise ass with piss-poor answers. "Well my darling, I hear that rats and dogs taste just as good as chicken if not better."

Buddy, the loyal hound beside his leg whines out loud, causing Remmick to giggle and pet him as he continues to take nothing serious at all anymore. "Ahw, not you ol boy, you're part of the family too, no worries."

Stuck at another dead end of conversation, anger builds through her expression. "You take nothing serious... Living life day after day as if everything is just a joke. As I said, a disarray of joyful haze." Lorelei grabs warmth from a coatrack that she no longer even needs being that her hybrid body no longer requires insulation. She tosses a coat around her to not draw attention as she leaves to walk the streets of Vermont in its many inches of winter snow.

Guilt stiffens a knot in his throat as Remmick watches Lye prepare to leave. He hates this. He can't stand being where she isn't. "Lorelei, where are you going?"

She ignores his interrogation, wanting to spend the night alone and far away from this godawful farm.

He shouts once more, fuming with gritted teeth. "Lye!"

———

Visiting the city of Vermont is a lot different than the towns in Mississippi. In Clarksdale, town is where you'd find the farmers market, cleaners, pharmacy, and a post office if you're lucky. But here in the cold winter streets of Vermont, their city has anything you could ever think of. Honestly, everything up north looks like New York City to Lorelei— it's easy to get lost when the world around her looks like what she is used to seeing when she'd go to the pictures and watch it on the big screen.

Lorelei strolls through the streets of the night enjoying her solitude, however she's very aware of the heavy police presence here in the city. The 'police' in Mississippi like to dress up in white robes, and although the men living up north wear different uniforms, the smug entitlement on their faces is a clear sign to Lorelei that they ain't nothing but the exact same people.

She crosses the street to read the wanted signs stuck to one of the light posts, already very familiar with the details of the picture drawn of the man wanted.

Nearing six feet tall, murderous, last spotted at Hyatt's Jazz Club two nights ago, strikes at night with a group of multiple raced-vandals, etc.

"Damn it Remmick..." She sighs, "got the whole world out here looking for you."

Through the night, the policemen continue to post the flyers around for all to see come morning. Lorelei prays to not be identified as one of Remmick's companions as she keeps her head low while walking. She tries her best to stay unrecognizable, but the sudden frantic arguing of a young woman at a newspaper stand makes Lorelei's humanity immediately intervene.

The stand's owner is seen closing down his business for the night, however the young woman bothering him begs for just one paper although her money is short. She has a baby bundled warmly in a walking-carriage, yet it's still far too cold for them to be out here tonight. "You have to understand, my folks are older! They look forward to the local newsletter every morning!" The woman's pleading is heard by police officers and of course, they make matters even worse— beginning to grab the woman and push her around as school-bullies would.

She's terrified. A young black mother all by herself, a baby in her carriage, and a toddler holding her freehand... She also wears a hairpin of a peacock— similar to a hairpin that Nadia Ruth once would wear everyday with her curls lying to the side. Lorelei groans... Her humanity overtakes her common sense as she just has to go and help the girl who reminds her so much of her former friend. "I've got it. How much is the newspaper?"

The men harassing the woman freeze in place, expressions growing angrier yet full of mischief. Instead of there being one black woman to harass, now they have two. "More than you can afford." A police officer spits, "why don't you get where you were going girl."

The business man only wants his money. "Look lady, the paper is ten-cent, not the three measly pennies that she gave me. Do you have it or not?"

Lorelei opens her pocketbook, handing the man a full quarter. "For your time, keep the change." Her arm is suddenly grabbed by a cop, "where'd ya get money like that from? And don't lie, I can tell when your kinda people lie."

She rips away from his crude hold, "my husband, thank you very much! The same husband who wouldn't be very pleased with you placing your hands on me." She lies through her teeth, knowing that the money in her pocketbook is collected wealth from the vampires' victims. "Goodnight, officers."

Lorelei steps onto the sidewalk with the young woman and her family, she turns back once more, remembering their white faces for meals that she'll be bringing home to her family of vampires later tonight. "Come on honey." She softly smiles, peaking at the newborn babe as she makes sure the woman gets home safely. "You have such a beautiful baby. I'm Lorelei, might I ask what you're doing out here so late? It's really unsafe..." She half mindedly describes the danger of not only white police officers, but a group of roaming vampires that she's very familiar with.

"I thank you for what you did back there, Lorelei. My name is Christine, these are my children Renny and Myrtle. I know it's not safe to walk with them alone at night, but they've come from my workplace with me— You see, I work night shift as hospitality at a retirement home." The young woman's smile is warm, reminding Lorelei of southern hospitality like the people she knew back home. She continues, "please, would you come inside for a cup of tea? It's the best I can do to pay you back... As you can see, I don't exactly have the funds to repay your quarter."

"Oh please, it's the least I could do." Lorelei begins to wish her well. "I should get going actually, it was nice to meet you Christine, I'm glad I could walk you home."

"Please?" Christine pleads, gently holding her hand and warming Lorelei with compassion. "Tea would be nice, and if I'm honest, I could really use a woman's hand as I put my house to bed."

...

The woman's begging eyes easily guilt trip her, Lorelei can't help but to agree, wanting to be as much of help as she can. "Okay, maybe for a few minutes..."

Together they approach an apartment the size of a shoebox, as they enter inside, Lorelei immediately counts the beating hearts around her and listens to the many snores coming from the bedroom.

"My parents." The tired-lines beneath Christine's eyes are prevalent, yet still she smiles. "They're getting old and sickly, I take care of them when I'm not working." The young woman laughs, "I know it seems like a lot is on my plate, but my husband is in the military stationed down south. He'll be home soon! I miss him so much— I love getting letters from him at the post office... but, haven't gotten anything recently though."

Lorelei gulps, praying that the army base that her, Remmick, and the family ripped to shreds in Virginia wasn't where Christine's husband was stationed at...

Christine gets a kettle of tea brewing on the stove, handing Lorelei her newborn as she puts her oldest to bed. "She's a good baby, won't wake up a bit. Do you think you could just hold her until I put this one down?"

"Uhh, no! I really shouldn't—" With the baby already placed in her arms, Lorelei still hesitates... She feels unclean, unworthy, and not deserving to embrace something so precious. She sighs, "it's fine, just hurry back."

Christine pats her toddler on the bottom, ushering him towards the bedroom as he kicks off his tiny leather shoes.

The pure innocence of the perfect little baby in Lorelei's arms is the first thing that makes her smile in such a long time. She stands from her seat at the dining table, beginning to rock the baby in her arms as she slowly circles the kitchen. Although the woman's house is poor and seemingly falling to pieces, her babies are beautiful, well loved, and healthy— the only thing that matters.

"What a sight to see... You with a cute lil' babe on your ample hips. We undead can't have one of our own but damn if we can't try." Through the opened kitchen window, the sound of Remmick's baritone startles Lye as he leans against the window ledge.

He chuckles, pleased with the sight of his woman as the others laugh and jive lively behind him.

"What are you doing here?!" Her words are a taut whisper.

"I made you A ghrá, I feel you wherever you are." He sniffs back a deep inhale, smelling the many living-pints of blood between these walls. "Now let us in, Lorelei. There is food to eat."

Her eyes widen in fear. Suddenly the kettle on the stove begins to whistle, alerting that the tea is done and instantly waking up the crying baby.

"He knows your name, are you with him?" Back from the bedroom, Christine turns the stove off and takes fine-china from her cupboards.

Knowing what the family is capable of, Lorelei begins to hyperventilate. "Nadia step back!"

"Nadia?" Christine frowns in confusion, taking the crying baby from Lye's arms and placing her in the sitting room's bassinet. "Who's that?"

Remmick hears the mistake too... Immediately recognizing the similarities between this woman and Lorelei's past best friend, his expression softens. "Damn it Lye..."

"I'm— I'm sorry, I meant Christine." She corrects herself and becomes cut off once more by Remmick. "I'm so sorry to disturb you tonight ma'am, but yes, Lorelei is with me." His smile is a falsehood of a handsome trustworthy man. "You see— my wife and I had a little dispute earlier tonight, but I'm glad to see you've been keeping her good company. If I could just come inside, I'd love to get my wife home safely."

Blushing from Remmick's natural charm, Christine falls for it. "How romantic, well let me just set another cup out for tea! Why don't you come insi—"

Before she can finish, Lorelei knocks her out with one of the porcelain teacups as it shatters across Christine's head.

He growls, "why would you do that?!"

"She almost said it , she almost welcomed you inside." Lorelei gulps, feeling immense guilt about the woman who lays unconscious on the kitchen floor.

"I KNOW THAT!" Remmick shouts, growing more aggravated by the second. "Your people are hungry!"

Lye refuses. "Her home is full of children and the elderly."

"Congratulations!" He booms with sarcasm, "now they can live forever for just a trade of a few pints of their human blood." With talons growing from his hands, Remmick grips the windowsill, snarling with anger. "Come out here, right fucking now."

She doesn't recognize this side of him... Even after all of her explaining of what is morally right and wrong, he would still let his hunger consume the most innocent. "Why?" She asks, startled by the blaring red gleam in his eyes. "To hurt me?"

...

Remmick softens, his monstrous expression slowly beginning to fade. "To hurt you A ghrá? Would I ever?"

With the heat in his eyes tonight, Lorelei isn't too sure.

....

Heartbroken, he gulps— wondering if the woman he adores truly could expect him to abuse her... But then again, with their history of Remmick turning her by force, maybe his darkest side is capable of something so sinister after all.

Groaning in impatience, Lorelei watches the sweetest people who she had grown up with all her life impatiently crave baby blood. "Let us in Lye! Come on now girl!" Stack and Mary laugh as Smoke and Annie agrees. She cringes, before these people were turned— this wasn't them. No, it wasn't them at all.

Remmick lifts his hand, immediately silencing the group behind him. "Come family, let's go."

"We're leaving Lye?" Cornbread asks, still seeming to have Lorelei's back even in death.

"Perhaps Lorelei is showing us exactly which side of her blood she connects with more." Remmick's words instantly ache her like a stab to the gut.

"That isn't true!" Tears begin to bud in her eyes, her voice breaks as she stops them from leaving. "If you leave, where will I find you?"

"You know where home is."

"Where is it?!" Frantically she shouts.

"Beside me, A ghrá."

Remmick calmly nods before turning and walking into the night, breaking Lorelei's heart once again as she struggles to manage the differences in her half human- half vampire existence.

———

As promised, Lorelei puts Christine's family to bed. Even Christine as she takes the young woman's shoes off and lays her in bed— kissing her forehead as if she were saying goodbye to her friend Nadia all over again.

Walking home she grabs hold of the policemen who posted Remmick's wanted signs and harassed her this evening. "For the ones who were hungry..." She drops the unconscious bodies to the floor of the barn, knocked out cold by their very own police-batons.

The family attack the men as if they were starved, yet Remmick continues to brush the barn's horse without an appetite tonight.

"You're upset with me." Lye's voice stops him from petting the animal.

He isn't, he couldn't be if he wanted to.

"No, baby." He refuses. "I know the girl— she reminded you of Nadia Ruth." Although it's all so new to him, he understands the pressure it must be to be pulled by the arms of vampirism and humanity. He knows that if he isn't careful, she will soon be torn between the middle of her two personalities. "Just don't ever leave me again."

"You can say that you're upset with me." She insists, "it is what makes life beautiful, feelings and emotions that fit the moment in time."

"As you said, that is the beauty in life." He corrects his young complicated progeny. "But this is the afterlife and the beauty of an immortal is never feeling an ounce of pain ever again." Remmick grasps the softness of her arms, pulling his lover against his chest as he kisses her forehead. "You might not accept it now, but you will understand it."

His palms grace down her arms, touching the body of the woman who's enchanted him like no other. "It hurt me to hear you fearful of me. But as your man, and your maker, all I can do is be better in proving your importance to me. I love you, and I worship the ground you walk on. Never will I hurt you, you are to be treasured."

"The girl—" She gulps, "I gave her one of your gold coins."

Remmick sighs softly. Having had those shillings for a thousand years now he's always felt them to be his good luck charm, but with Lorelei by his side he feels like the luckiest vampire alive. "And do you think it will be meaningful in her life?"

"I do." She nods, reminiscent on the poverty she witnessed tonight in a family whose husband and father may never be coming back... "I think it will change their lives for the better."

His thumbs circle the soft flesh of her hips. "Then that's all that matters, A chroí."

A singular tender kiss sets both of their souls aflame. Beating the sunrise, Remmick and Lorelei journey back into the farmhouse, finding the bedroom where he buries himself between her legs. The slow thrusts are the most intimate fuck they've shared in a long while. Their bodies tangle against the sheets and their moans are lewd and worn thin. During their short time apart, Remmick has missed Lye so much that he wishes to be as close as possible to her— biting her neck as he's deep inside her, tasting her battery acid blood, and being as close to living in her skin that he could possibly ever be.

Tonight he watched Lorelei with babe in her arms, being the most stunning image burnt into his memory. He'll keep it forever, filling her womb this dawn with the thought of future generations— regardless of it being possible or not.

———

As day again reaches night, the farmland awakens with the sound of uncomfortable starving groans. With over fifty vampires in the barn, the policemen were far not enough.

Remmick paces the kitchen with overwhelming thoughts... He needs an event with plenty of people to feed off of, but the entire state of Vermont has been shut down with a curfew and finding bystanders in the night is nearly impossible. "My people!" He worries out loud. "Can't you hear the mind-hive? They are starving, they need to feed!"

Feeling guilty, Lorelei gulps... She knows that it is her duty to welcome the family across the threshold of homes, but recently the thought of it makes her ill.

"The policemen were a treat." He calms his pacing, sitting in a chair for a moment to think. "But our people need more. A party, a school, a church!"

"I know." She agrees, dressing in a coat she finds herself once again heading to prowl through the night. "I'll find something, just— give me time."

"Lorelei." Remmick trembles with fear for his family, "they're growing weaker."

She kisses his worry away, "I said I'll fix this." With a promise she isn't sure she can keep, Lorelei sets out on foot with an army of musical vampires behind her. Although starving, not once has music left their hearts, making far too much noise to sneak up on anything living from their constant glee.

The police presence is heavy tonight, but they foolishly underestimate the strength of fifty-six hungry vampires. Lorelei cringes as the family wipes them out clean, staining the entire street red with blood, the vampires take down the entire force in an instant as they consume anyone foolish enough to be walking the Vermont sidewalks tonight.

Happy to see Remmick's worry fade as his vampires feed, she still has a task to find a few more houses until they are full. The street they chose tonight is luckily quiet with mostly abandoned warehouses, although it makes her job tougher, at least she can't feel guilty for inviting blood thirsty monsters into someone's home as they sleep.

She walks by multiple homes and hears nothing... Suddenly, Lorelei gasps at the sound of four healthy beating hearts.

Not wanting to have this sleeping family in a tiny blue house killed tonight, she gulps, afraid to welcome the vampires inside— but, she knows that she has too or her people will soon begin to raisin and desecrate if they are not fed... Just like losing them all over again.

"Once more Lye." Her lover tucks a curl behind her ear, kissing her gently and trying his best to be understanding. "This last house will be more than enough for a long while."Remmick promises. "Just go inside my love, invite us in."

Her legs tremble as she approaches the door and hears it creek open... Slowly Lorelei walks into the bedrooms and becomes confused about the three sleeping bodies, but four heartbeats... Her eyes widen when she suddenly realizes. "No Rem, not here."

Annoyed, Remmick groans from the porch. "Not this again Lorelei! You see them getting sick— your people!"

"I know!" She still continues to refuse. "But we will have to find another house!"

His fist hits the side of the house, nearly making it shake and waking the inhabitants. "Goddamnit! What the hell are you doing!?"

"It's two parents and their child!" She begins, "a mother, a father, and a teenage girl." Stressed to the max, Lorelei presses her fingers to the temples of her head. "Look, the teenage girl hasn't told her parents yet, but she is pregnant, I can hear the fetus' heartbeat— I know you can too."

"Fuck this. I can't wait any longer!" Bert and Joan complain about their hunger as their muscles begin to atrophy and weaken. "We will just have to hunt on the way back to the barn, we can't stand here all night— daylight is approaching."

Remmick sighs, "the sun is rising A ghrá, we must leave."

As the noise begins to wake the humans, Lorelei can't risk them walking outside and being torn to pieces by her group. "So leave with them." She directs the nod of her head to their community of vampires escaping the morning sun by ducking off into the woods. "I'll be fine, I'll pretend to be a girl that is lost or something— I'm sure these people will understand."

He wouldn't dare risk it... Not after enduring an impossible night without her just the day before.

Remmick stays as the sun meets the horizon. "I rather burn here than be without you ever again."

Steaming heat begins to come from off of his back and Remmick continues to take on the sun without a blink.

"Remmick..." Lorelei's heartbeat drums out of her chest as she watches the love of her life char. "Remmick! My god, stop!"

He refuses, continuing to burn as sunlight touches his back.

"COME INSIDE!!!" The welcome nearly bursts from her throat.

Remmick falls into the house as Lye slams the door shut. His shirt is burned to shreds and his back is full of blisters as his skin almost took flame. So close to losing him, Lorelei cries as if she has an endless amount of tears, holding him against her chest and coddling him from the floor as she kisses every inch of his face. "Foolish man."

He chuckles, weakened yet his charm beams from his perfectly crooked smile. "Aye, but your foolish man. A man who loves you, my wild Irish rose."

———

Before needing to explain to the family of this house who they are and why they are there, Remmick and Lorelei lock the family in their rooms until nightfall comes once again. Surely they'll be stunned by the indecent stains of vampire  sex on their couch, but at least they get to keep their lives.

Another reason to be proud of her lover today. Although hungry as ever, Remmick showed restraint that he never knew he had and left the family unharmed. Lye sees now a bright future that she wasn't too sure was there before. With her as the hybrid Queen, she can now be sure that her vampire family aren't completely out of touch with the humanity they once had in life.

Back into the night sky, there is a sense of solitude around them. With changes within themselves, the night feels a bit brighter and the joy Remmick wishes Lye to feel— is finally there.

Together the dark woods are their playground as they laugh, flirt, and kiss like school children. With their love, it is an eternity worth of the honeymoon phase and the two wouldn't have it any other way.

As they find their way back to the farmhouse on the outskirts of town, although night, something familiar to the sun illuminates the entire ten acres of farmland with light. The confusion causes the vampire couple to take a pause from their joy... Immediately being chilled to the bone as they witness the barn being burnt to the ground.

Without the chance to react, Lorelei and Remmick are bagged over their heads, skin burning from rope that had been soaked in pickled garlic.

The Choctaw Indians.

After chasing Remmick for years, they finally have caught up to him. Lorelei said that with the messy trail they had been leaving behind, the Indians would be coming, but sadly he has realized it far too late.

As Remmick is tied to a stake, prepared to perish for his thousands of years of preying on humans, Lorelei is—examined... The ear of a Choctaw Indian rests against her bosom as he listens in on what sounds like a live heartbeat. "Release the girl, her heart beats— she is human. She would have soon become his victim tonight." Suddenly Lorelei is unbagged and untied. "Run child. Save yourself from the attack of the devil's minion."

But she's frozen in place as her eyes land on her lover. Remmick smells of something flammable, tied to a stake in the middle of the field, and silently saying a goodbye with a gentle tearful smile— refusing to give up Lorelei's true nature to the Indians.

They chant in their native tongue, opening a case with a traditional carved wooden stake inside, they are to first pierce Remmick's heart to assure his death before he burns. Expected to be running away, the tribe of Indians worry about the girl on the ground no longer as they slowly chant and walk together towards Remmick. But she refuses to see it happen. Without much thought, the ceremony is interrupted as Lorelei lifts from the dust and immediately blocks his body.

"NO-" Coming to his rescue, her plead is cut short as she takes the stake to her heart instead.

...

The world grows silent as everyone around watches the young woman's wounded body drop to the ground.

"Acushla?"Remmick blinks, trying to awaken himself from this nightmare.

The Indians begin to panic with the thought of having murdered a human girl. "Why would she protect a vampire!?"

The elder peels open her lips. "Look at her teeth, no fangs— only a girl, you've stabbed a human that was kept hostage."

"We must be quick." One trembles, "end the demon vampire, we've tracked them from Mississippi we must cover our tracks!"

With heartache like never before the ropes of garlic that burn against his skin is no match for the pain Remmick is feeling now, he breaks out of them with proof of burn scars on his wrist. Rabid like an animal, he tears all five Indians apart. Their speed and strength are no match for a vampire who has just absolutely lost his mind. Remmick's body is covered in blood, drenched in it as if he had bathed in it.

Dropping to his knees he hears Lorelei's faint gasping. Although the sharp wood staked her, it missed by only an inch, causing splinters in her heart to cause her the utmost pain.

He holds his Queen, shattered at the sight of the object stabbed through her soft body— heart practically skewered on the end of a wooden stake. He sobs, wanting terribly to bring her comfort and take it out with the hopes of her body healing, yet he knows it will only cause her more damage.

As she faces death for a second time around, Lorelei is just as fearful and in denial. "I know it's bad Rem, but— tell me baby, how bad?"

"No it isn't bad at all Lye." His denial sets in. "You're fine, we've been through much worse! Hey-hey, do you remember that night we made love on the beach? We slept so soundly in each other's arms by the waves that the sun came up and charred us so good that we needed a week of recovery in the cave."

"You see? It's just like that!" He attempts to convince her and himself as well. "Just a week of healing doll, you'll be good as new."

She breaks through the barrier of his thoughts, aiming for the honest truth. "It's worse, isn't it?"

Holding her tighter, Remmick sobs louder.

"You don't have to say it." Her hand caresses the bristle of his unshaven face. "I've seen this before, this pain— I'm familiar."

"Don't leave me." He begs pathetically, noticing his fated mate slip from him. "I love you, A ghrá take me with you."

The warmth of a freeing soul reminds her of the hot Mississippi rays she once felt on her mahogany skin. The feeling is glorious, she can't wait for the day their family all sees the sun again. She chuckles, "Oh but Rem— there she is. That sun that I've missed so."

"It is night, Lye!" Shaking her limp body he refuses it. "The darkness is ours where we spend our time dancing beneath the moonlight. Please." He begs. "There is no sun!"

His fingers— although stained in Indian blood traces the contour of her face. He pleads for a response from her, dying to hear that hybrid heart beat for him once more.

But Lorelei's brown doe eyed gaze is lifeless in his arms. His denial continues to wash over him but as it finally hits him, he gasps. Trembling in an over-stir of emotion, he realizes that his sweet Lye is no longer with him. "Why? My foolish, foolish, sweet girl. Why save me? By saving me, you have killed me!"

Blaming himself, he wishes that he had just listened to her. If they hadn't left a trail across the east coast, the Choctaw would have never found him. If he wasn't pussyfooting around and creating a larger community, he would have had his people on a ship to Ireland by now!

"I won't live here without you."He whispers against her lips, kissing flesh that is even colder than before. Her lack of response pains him and the shine of the barn's fire eats him alive. Again he is all alone. No family, no mind-hive, and not even one tune in his head.

Blinded by tears, Remmick takes another look at his true love. Her body is a lifeless doll and her soul has been set free, but come dawn her flesh will flame and become nothing but ashes. He refuses to let that happen, he will get her home even if it kills him in the end.

Silently carrying the lifeless body of his Queen through the woods, Remmick hears the voice of a woman inside an Indian caravan. She hushes crying children and suddenly hears the cracking of twigs under Remmick's feet. "Hush now." The Choctaw mother coos, "that must be them coming back now, soon we will be home, safe from the demons that walk the night."

He realizes that the Indians didn't travel alone, some brought their wives and children along with them. Although Lorelei would disagree, as Remmick grows into the demon they claim him to be, she is no longer with him anymore to stop the chaos that is soon to come.

A rage so deep burns inside of him looking for revenge... Remmick's talons tear through the caravan and rips the women and children into absolute shreds. Their body parts are thrown out by pile loads, and Lorelei's stiffening corpse is placed inside.

This caravan will be making it back to Mississippi for certain, but the tribe of Choctaw Indians will not.

———

With several nights of dodging the sun on his way back to Clarksdale, if there were people he had missed up the east coast, Remmick surely finished them on his way back down. Fueled with such fury, he has become something Lorelei would completely loathe— an entirely different kind of monster.

Thresholds no longer can contain him. The sting of barging through unwelcomed places is insufferable, making the air in his lungs feel as if it were filling with fire for being in places he wasn't invited in. But still this pain does not stop him, for the cruelness of losing true love is more powerful than any invitation. If he can't have Lye, then he will settle for the every limb of any person he sees.

After a week's worth of chaos and hiding in the shadows, the caravan makes it back to Clarksdale on his last night of traveling. Drawing back the curtains of the caravan, Remmick begins to ache and sob once more as he carries Lye's body into the graveyard of Clarksdale's only black owned church. Immortal promises of community no longer can sweep him. He is tired, and hurt— wanting only to be where she is right now, the closest bond he's ever had.

Lye had told him stories about growing up in this church. How much she enjoyed being part or the choir and how nice it was to have Sammie's father as the reverend. He'll bury her here in the place she called home. Remmick moves quickly as dawn begins to appear, deciding to dig Lye's grave beside the freshest one. He finds worn tools in a shed nearby that is almost fallen in, taking the shovel from it, he begins to kick up dirt as he digs Lorelei's grave. Suddenly taking an immediate double take at the name carved into the gravestone of the freshest grave beside her, his heart shatters even more. 'Beloved Mother, Mildred Boone.' It reads. 'Died of a broken heart.'

It soon comforts him to know that Lorelei's mother will accompany her into the afterlife. If the stake hadn't killed her, the news of her mother's death surely would have. "Go Acushla, be with her now. I will find you again."

Her body is placed inside the cold Earth while her lips are kissed for a very last time. Remmick buries her deep enough for an uninterrupted rest, patting the dirt down to make the grave look as neat as possible. A hand full of lilies are snatched from the ground and separated into two. He places one half on Mildred's grave—thankful to the woman who created his greatest gift in life. And he places the other half on Lorelei's grave— thankful to the woman who showed him what life was.

The night begins to lighten as dawn rises around him. He reminisces on Lorelei's sweet voice, "I miss the feeling of the sun on my face." The words she once said now pain him knowing that she never had the chance to truly feel it again.

But today, he will feel it for her.

His anger has made him his own worst enemy. Wiping out the entire east coast has made him the same as the Christians who wiped out his community in the 12000s. For his sins he is willing to die, better yet— he is ready for it.

With the sun peaking over the horizon, Remmick catches whiff of his own flesh beginning to burn and boil. He chuckles, "I feel the rays for you A chroí, and might I add that the sun is wildly overrated." His scorched muscles lock his entire body as he is being roasted.

Remmick faces the sun and falls onto the dirt of Lorelei's grave. Beyond suicidal, his melancholy can only be relieved by death. Not even bursting into flames could compare to the pain of losing his mate.

He smiles, tears becoming evaporated mist on his cheekbones and his mind without thought yet still determined to follow Lorelei Boone into the afterlife. He promised Lye that he'd rather burn than to be without her again, and he meant this wholeheartedly. Even keeping his vow that her home would be forever by his side.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Remmick keeps his promise to the very end, letting his powdery remains become topsoil to Lorelei Boone's forever grave.

[elodieunderglass]

Bill, Bren, & Blaw - I'm surprised they're not collectively known as "The B-sides"

(in reference to original character Killie's father, uncle and aunt.)

That's a great idea, I bet they could've been in their wild youth. They were definitely inseparable.

there's no bond on earth like siblings who murder a guy and cover it up together.

[asvidema]

decided to draw front and profile for my takes on henry and hans