#where can i get these hotty vampires to fight over me

[kasagia]

Heyyy! So I was wondering if it was possible for you to write something where klaus forces the reader to marry him and they have a daughter hope(she can be a baby or a kid) and the reader can kind of tolerate klaus for the sake of her daughter but actually hates him and over time she falls in love with elijah's nobility and confesses to him at a party or something and klaus overhears ending is up to you<3

Loved by them two

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader, Elijah Mikaelson x reader, Summary: After your parents (pack leaders) arranged your marriage to Klaus (with whom you accidentally had a one-night stand earlier), you tied your fate irrevocably to the Mikaelsons. Problem? 1. You hate your husband for tricking you into this marriage. 2. His noble brother is too alluring. 3. You find out the hard way that hate, love, and lust are a very explosive mixture. Especially when you add the two Mikaelsons to it. Warning(s): argument, fight, blood, love triangle, smut, the first time I wrote something bordering on smut, angst, fluff, the reader kisses Elijah and then goes to bed with Klaus; generally, the reader doesn't know what to do; but she has two hot brothers on her call; three in total because Kol is her best friend; I really like this one after all Nonsense from me: I combined these two requests because they seem to go together. Also sorry if I didn't include enough Elijah x reader (despite my huge crush for all the Mikaelsons, Klaus will always get somehow a girl 😅). I also took a gif from here, because... well it's good. Word count: 8,3k (it's pretty long, I admit, but I don't regret any minute of writing it.)

You hated Klaus Mikaelson with all your heart. Your abhorrent, psychotic husband. A man who somehow was the father (even though you've tried to disprove it many times) of your precious, sweet little daughter Hope.

If the devil could take human form, no doubt it would be your husband.

You met him by accident. You and your friends went out into the city to have fun. You met a hot, handsome blond guy in a bar, went to bed with him, and left his house the next day without a word, expecting never to see him again. You wouldn't think that when you get back to your pack of wolves, your parents - the alphas of the pack - will tell you that you're getting married in a month. And not just anyone. Klaus Mikaelson was going to be your husband. A 1,000-year-old werewolf and vampire hybrid.

You will remember for the rest of your life what they told you when they were destroying your chance for happiness.

"The pack must be strong. This marriage and your assumption of power will guarantee us a secure position in New Orleans. No witches, vampires, or other werewolves will stand in our way. This alliance with the originals will guarantee us power beyond our ancestors' imagination. The crescent wolf and other packs will succumb to our strength. It is your duty to do this for your people."

Of course, you objected to the idea as soon as they told you. But you weren't a leader yet, so your opinion didn't matter much. Especially when your first meeting with your fiancé was only a few minutes away. At least the first official meeting.

You thought the guy must look like a walking fossil. You were surprised when you met that hottie from last night.

And from then on, your whole life became hell.

You tried everything to back out of that engagement. Really everything. Even a fake pregnancy with another, which turned out not to be so fake after all. And unfortunately for you, the father of your child was HE. The curse of your existence.

So he sped up the wedding, and you became the wife of the most dangerous vampire in the world. Cool! At least you got lots of presents and access to his bank accounts all over the world. The pros of being an incubator for a miracle baby.

Then you met your guardian angel. Elijah Mikaelson - the older brother of your awful husband. Your only consolation (other than Hope) in this terrible situation. Your friend, soul mate, and the man of your dreams.

Fate liked to make fun of you, it forced you to marry the wrong brother.

Elijah was everything any woman could ask for. A tactful gentleman, respecting and supporting female feminism, always keeping his word, a walking ideal. The complete opposite of your cruel husband.

You were completely in love with him. So much so that when he held your beautiful one-year-old daughter in his arms, you imagined that he was her father. Your fantasy was almost always spoiled by your husband stepping on the three of you and taking the baby out of his hands.

You had no idea why Klaus had even chosen to make your life a nightmare. There were other ways he could have taken control of the city; he didn't have to become the leader of your pack and marry you.

But he always did and took what he wanted. You found out after being stuck in this happy swamp of being married to Klaus for a year. So you took great satisfaction in denying him the one thing he could never have and so desired - your love and affection.

It was another big mystery for you when it came to Klaus and his complicated personality. Yes, you had a child together, and you were stuck with him, but before that, you didn't know each other. So why did the mighty hybrid decide to find a mate and lead his own pack with them? And why was he strangely obsessed with creating a happy, loving family with you and Hope?

Worse, he turned out to be a good alpha to your pack and an even better father. You couldn't say a bad thing. You two ruled the werewolves, enhanced by your fusion, as equals. And Hope loved it when he sang her lullabies and tucked her in to sleep. Ironically, she calmed down better in the murderous original's arms than in yours.

Even your own child was against you.

Fortunately, in this cold, dark Mikaelson mansion, there was one soul who stood by your side no matter what. The only one you could trust implicitly without fear of ending up with a stake in your back.

Elijah was a gift from heaven to you.

During your pregnancy with Hope, he helped you in every possible way. He was always there for you, whether it was holding your hair as you returned all the breakfast he had prepared for you earlier or reading aloud to you as he massaged your aching ankles.

And when did you become a hybrid? He was the one who taught you self-control for the most part (while Klaus was busy doing something else and couldn't see the two of you, of course).

There was only one problem. Your terribly possessive husband.

As soon as Klaus came into your sight, Elijah had to move two meters away from you, or all hell would break loose.

And you're not exaggerating at all.

One day, when you were watching a movie and lying on the couch, leaning against each other and covered with one blanket, you didn't notice the hybrid enter the living room. You didn't even blink when your companion was dragged from his place and thrown to the other end of the house. A second later, a very angry and jealous vampire took his place, hugging you much closer than his brother and placing his hands on your growing belly.

You didn't react to his show of strength then.

Elijah and Rebekah taught you long ago to choose your battles with Niklaus. It wasn't worth arguing with him about everything he'd done. Especially since you were pregnant at that time - you didn't always have the strength to get into fights with him.

But now as a hybrid, queen of your pack and whole New Orleans? Oh no, you wouldn't let that man fucking rule you.

You tried to make his life hell. You defied him every step of the way, overthrowing his dark plans and bringing your own to life. Of course, you did it all with a sweet, stupid smile, occasionally showing him small acts of tenderness, such as hugging or kissing on the cheek or forehead (on exceptional, life-threatening occasions, you even sacrificed and kissed him), to lull his vigilance.

But Klaus wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what you were doing and was happy to let you change a couple of his plans if it meant a kiss from you.

And you thought it was what made him fall for you.

You were stubborn, always getting your way, going over the dead to achieve your goal if it was to protect your loved ones.

And Klaus loved it. You don't know if it was his weird fetish - the guy always got what he wanted and no one dared stand up to him, so he felt for the girl who didn't want to succumb to him. You were probably one of the few survivors of the rebellion against him. And the one who could do literally anything without any fear of the hybrid hurting you.

You get used to this life. Secret meetings with Elijah in the library, discussions in the living room while Hope played with her toys on the carpet and watched cartoons on TV, occasional shopping and girls' nights with Bekah and Freya, and even to Kol's pranks and tricks.

Even your relationship with Klaus has been better lately. You tried so openly not to show your hostility towards the hybrid. After all, he was your daughter's father and Hope deserved at least a semblance of normalcy - parents who don't want to kill each other every 5 minutes.

But tonight, everything was about to change.

~•♤♤♤•~

"So you want me to go with you to some weird party organized by your current archenemy Tristan, and Klaus gave you his permission to take me out of the house?" you asked the original who made the pancakes for you as you discussed another plan to outsmart the de Martel siblings while cradling Hope in your arms.

"I wouldn't call him an archenemy... just a minor inconvenience."

"Is that why you and Klaus tremble with anger every time I say his name?"

"No, it's because a beautiful lips as yours shouldn't be tainted by such a terrible name."

"So whose name should I keep saying, Elijah?" you asked with a teasing smirk, licking your lips.

The original leaned slightly towards you. The tension in the room was palpable between the two of you. You looked down from his captivating, mesmerizing eyes to those alluring lips you've dreamed of kissing ever since he turned out to be more than your asshole husband's brother to you. You were only a few centimeters apart... so little...

Hope's squirming in your arms reminded you of the baby's presence. And that you were standing so close to your husband's brother in broad daylight and in a place where anyone could easily walk in and see you two. Against your darkest, most hidden desire, you have moved away from the noble original. Elijah cleared his throat, going back to continuing your breakfast.

"I'll be ready at 8 p.m."

"The party starts at 7."

"So? Don't you think being fashionably late will be the perfect combination for the act of surprise when they see me hanging on your arm? We'll get their attention, so Klaus and Kol will do what they do the best."

"You know ladies don't usually talk about such… bloody things while holding babies in their arms?"

"Ladies, Elijah, but my wife is everything but that." the hybrid came out of nowhere with that arrogant smirk on his lips. "Hello, my queen. My little princess." Klaus smiled fondly and took Hope from you, making funny faces at the baby. The traitor started to giggle. You rolled your eyes but also smiled slightly upon hearing your daughter's cute laugh.

"Dada!" she screamed, grabbing his nose with her hands.

Yeah, this little traitor could already talk. No, the first word she said wasn't dad; it was mom. The problem is that her happy "dada" came out of her mouth too often compared to mama. Klaus was too pleased with this fact than you would have liked.

"Well, maybe if my loving husband was an exemplary gentleman, I could act like a lady."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"How is Aurora? Did she let you out of her arms so quickly?" you asked sarcastically, trying to throw him off balance. You weren't in the mood to put up with that annoying asshole today.

"Did I just hear jealousy in your voice, love?"

"Haha, you wish. You have my full blessing to spend time with whoever wants you."

"Niklaus. I believe we were supposed to have a meeting before we put this grand plan into action. Will you forgive us, Y/N?" Elijah interrupted you before you two broke the incredible peace between you that had lasted for 4 months and started to jump at each other's throats.

"Just take him wherever you want."

"Brother, shall we?"

Klaus muttered something under his breath. He handed our daughter over to me and planted a quick, wet kiss on my neck before stepping out of my personal space. I growled at him, showing my golden eyes. The man merely laughed, waving to the little one before leaving the kitchen.

"Enjoy your meal, Y/N."

"You can try to lose him on the way back!" you screamed after the retreating man in the suit.

"WON'T HAPPEN, LOVE!" your husband shouted back, ruining (as usual) all your dreams.

"It's always worth giving a shot." you murmured, knowing full well that he would be able to hear you. You smiled victoriously, hearing his irritable, grumpy voice as he snapped back at one of his vampire errands.

~•♤♤♤•~

"You look amazing, Y/N." Elijah greeted you with a delighted smile as he watched you descend the stairs in a long, tight black dress with gold embellishments at the waist and the ends of the sleeves.

With your little tiara in your hair and a gold snake necklace entwined around your neck, you felt like a fucking queen.

You're not going to lie—you went all out with your preparations, and Rebekah made sure she did your makeup for your first big, official outing since Hope was born.

It wasn't until you came downstairs that you noticed that Elijah wasn't the only person sitting in the candlelit room. Klaus was sitting right next to him, looking at you with the same fascination and admiration as his brother. You felt a little uncomfortable being watched by two originals with heart-shaped eyes.

"Maybe I should choose a dress with a higher neckline after all?" you wondered as you watched them almost drool over your looks. They were both 1,000 years old but acted like horny teenagers.

"So I guess I'm dressed well enough to be a distraction for tonight?" you asked, bringing their attention back to your face. They both decided to act nonchalant, as if they hadn't been staring at your ass a few seconds ago.

"Maybe even to well, love." Klaus' heavy, watchful gaze didn't let you down an inch. You felt an involuntary shiver run through you with each step you took closer to the originals.

"My brother may be right. No one will be able to take their eyes off you."

"Thank you, Elijah."

Klaus cleared his throat as he got up from his chair and faced you. He took your hand gently, and after softly caressing the wedding band and engagement ring from him, he shifted his attention to your wrist, suddenly stopping his movements.

You looked up at his eyes, catching his gaze. You felt enchanted by these calm, blue eyes, their beauty mostly made you went to bed with him a year ago. You felt like any little move could break that strange spell between you two.

At one point, you felt cold metal settling on your wrist. You turned your gaze to the charming bracelet that, surprisingly, matched your outfit.

"It's for protection. In case you need help and no one can find you."

"So you've always known where I am? What is this, some kind of dog collar with a tracker?"

"No. Freya enchanted it for me. It's supposed to sense when you're in danger and let me know." he rolled up his sleeve, showing you a new bracelet on his wrist. "I have a similar one."

"Oh." you groaned in shock, completely not expecting something like this from him.

"Exactly. Oh. I guess I'm not the bad guy all the time."

"I didn't mean..."

"Of course you didn't. Have fun with my brother, love."

For the first time since you've known Klaus, you felt sorry for him. Due to the growing guilt you were feeling, you kept an eye on his receding shape until he passed through the door. You sighed, turning to face Elijah, who had already approached you from behind in a moment of your inattention.

"Don't worry. He'll get over it. Niklaus can't blame you for being careful with him." he tried to comfort you, but deep down you knew it was your fault this time.

And you weren't going to act like your husband, so you decided to apologize to him at the next opportunity. Unlike some, you were able to admit when you were wrong. However, Elijah didn't need to know about your plan.

"Maybe you are right. Let's go to this party."

~•♤♤♤•~

You were talking to Elijah at the bar while sipping your drink. You entered as planned—late, attracting the attention of most people. Rumors quickly spread throughout the supernatural community. Your favorite was that during that year of your "absence," you divorced Klaus and married his brother, now parading proudly with him around the salons. Elijah seemed to like it too.

You were enjoying the party until one of the de Martel siblings showed up. Tristan.

"Famous Y/N Y/L/N Mikaelson. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"And you sir are…?"

"Tristan de Martel. You must have heard about me from dear Elijah."

"To be honest, not so much. I only know that you're the one who invited us, for which I want to thank you." you played a stupid, naive girl with joy while watching the frown on his forehead. To remember: He does not like to be diminished or underestimated in any way. Mr. big ego.

"So perhaps you would do me the honor and dance with me? We could get to know each other better."

"Actually, this lady promised me her first dance. If you'll excuse us, Tristan."

"Of course. Enjoy yourselves."

Elijah grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor. He pulled you closer to him, rocking you to the beat of the song. The original wanted to cause even more rumors... you wonder if Klaus agreed to his actions.

"He's a slippery guy. Now I know why you wanted me to stay away from him and his sister."

"You just spoke to him, how do you know..."

"Well, starting with the extravagant look of the room, the fact that his suit and watch literally scream I'm rich, and ending with the fact that he carries himself as if he were the master of this world, I've noticed other manic behaviors as well. Besides, it's obvious at first glance that he's desperately trying to imitate you. I don't like him."

"Should I assume that you don't like me as well?"

"No! No. I like you. More than you know. I don't know how I would have dealt with vampirism and all of this without you. Thank you for being there for me. Always." you murmured, resting your head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

"And forever." he said, placing a tender kiss on top of your head. "You're more to me than I could ever admit."

"Do we have to? Pretend and hide the truth?" during your conversation, you didn't even notice when he led you to a more desolate place. Nobody was looking at you. There was only him and you.

"Niklaus..."

"Have you ever, in your entire, very long life, done something just for yourself, without thinking about your brother or sibling? Have you ever acted selfishly?"

"I can't be selfish with you." he said, resting his forehead against yours. You were so close to each other, so close to getting what you both wanted.

"Why?"

"It will destroy us all."

"Then let the world burn... just for a moment."

Elijah, after a moment's hesitation, leaned closer to you, embracing your slightly trembling figure with anticipation even tighter. He cupped your right cheek with his hand and finally brought your lips together in the long-awaited kiss.

Your first kiss with the original was… completely different from what you imagined. His soft lips didn't match up with yours as well as they did with…

You froze in complete shock as you realized your subconscious was comparing Elijah to Klaus. And surprisingly, it was more sympathetic to your hated husband, from whom you wanted so much to be free. In spite of this strange feeling of guilt that you somehow betrayed Klaus, you returned the kiss with more passion than before, trying to feel that wonderful tingling and buzzing in your head.

But it never came.

Something was missing in this perfect, fabulous setting for the first kiss with the love of your life. And you had no idea what was wrong.

Maybe first kisses with someone new were so… awkward?

Your treacherous mind reminded you that there was NEVER such an awkwardness between you and Klaus. Only pure passion and desire.

What the fuck happened to you? Why didn't you feel anything special when all your wet dreams were coming true?

You moved away first under the pretense of taking a breath. Staring into Elijah's eyes, you could feel the same attraction that accompanied you every time you stole those furtive glances from each other.

"I love you, Y/N. I've loved you since the first day you gave me a lecture on how Pride and Prejudice is Jane Austen's best book; how cliché it wasn't." you hit him on the shoulder, making him giggle. "And if the circumstances were completely different, if it were someone completely different, I wouldn't hesitate to be selfish just this once and take something from my brother. But I will not allow any harm to come to you or Hope through my actions."

Before you could say anything, you two heard a howl.

Klaus and Kol.

Elijah nodded at you. You disentangled yourself from his arms and ran upstairs to fulfill your role in the Mikaelsons' plan. You just hoped the guys would distract them long enough for you to find what you were looking for.

You searched their house, wondering how Elijah's confession would affect your relationship now.

But little do you know that you weren't the only one who heard it.

~•♤♤♤•~

It was a really fucked up night.

The peaceful surveillance of the de Martel house turned into a bloody battle between the originals and the first vampires they turned. Klaus' therapist, Cami, barely escaped a jealous attack by Klaus' ex-Aurora. You wonder how Klaus managed to reach Cami in time and why the red-haired psycho didn't target you and your child. Klaus must have put on quite a show for her.

In all the chaos, you didn't get a second chance for a moment alone with Elijah. The subject of your feelings still remained the elephant in the room. And frankly, you've had enough of it all. All you wanted now was a warm bath and playing with Hope. No more family drama.

Without Klaus, everything would have gone to hell. And as much as you hated that he forgot to include you in his plans for today, you couldn't help but be grateful to him for helping you protect your pack from vampires today. He didn't have to. He could watch the de Martel vampires kill your people and attack them when they get tired of fighting werewolves. Another demonstration of him being more than a villain to you.

It amazed you how one minute he was an irritating, ignorant, disrespectful asshole and the next your savior, protector, and equal partner in crime you could rely on.

You guess that's what your husband was like. Full of contradictions and surprises. Your private pet of nature.

You sighed in relief as you finally walked to your home. You took another step towards the mansion when you saw Klaus and Elijah getting out of the car and heading for the entrance.

You were about to join the originals, but you stopped dead at the sound of Klaus' pretentious voice.

"So we're just going to pretend you didn't kiss my wife and confess your feelings to her, or maybe you have an explanation?" you hid, eavesdropping on their conversation. "Don't think that after all that's happened, I've forgotten that you went a little too far in distracting the de Martels. You may get Aurora away from her that way, but it was superfluous, and I know you enjoyed every bloody second too much for me to just walk away from this."

"I don't have to explain myself to you. If she wants me, it's none of your business, Niklaus. You only married her because you made up a plan - Y/N has never wanted to be your wife and you have never cared about her." Klaus stopped, watching his brother blankly. He looked like something had broken inside him.

The hybrid suddenly lunged at the other man with his fists.

They started punching each other and throwing things at each other within reach. At one point, they both pushed off each other, landing on opposite walls. (Creating another dent to patch.)

"SHE IS MY WIFE! My mate! My queen! MOTHER OF MY CHILD! You have no right to her, brother! So I'm warning you… If I ever hear the littlest rumours about her having the smallest crush on you, I'll put you back in that bloody coffin, and I will release you after our eighth child comes into this world. She will be so madly in love with me that she won't even spare you a second glance when you meet again."

"I didn't know you loved plans that take over a thousand years to complete, brother. I never thought you could be so patient."

Klaus growled, throwing himself at his brother with a scream. From your hiding place, you could hear the sounds of a fight and shattered furniture.

You decided to wait a little longer before stepping in and heroically separating the two combatants. You didn't want it to seem like you overheard their argument.

Only when there was a sudden outburst followed by a suspicious silence did you decide to run into the house. You wouldn't expect them to demolish the entire living room in minutes, and Klaus would be bleeding out dangerously while trying to patch up the wound and drive the dagger into his brother's heart. 

The men didn't notice you as they tried to disable each other. You weren't going to come between them or stand on either side until Elijah, out of nowhere, pulled out Pappa Tunde's blade.

Your body reacted faster than your brain. You instinctively threw yourself between them, shielding Klaus from the blade.

They both froze when they saw you.

Time seemed to stop as both shocked and incredulous looks from the originals fell on you. To be honest, even you were surprised which side you were on. You blamed your stupid tendency to act instead of think in difficult situations. But you weren't going to show them that you were insecure about your actions. Not when they were both holding weapons harmful to the other one.

"Put it down." you said, looking straight at Elijah. "You too." you added, glancing over your shoulder at your husband, who was staring at you with a strange, unidentifiable look. Amazingly, he dropped the dagger to the ground first. Soon after, Elijah did the same. You quickly bent down to grab both weapons, putting them in your pockets. "Good. Are you calm now?" they nodded silently, waiting for your next move. "Great. So, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL YOU TWO WERE DOING?!"

Elijah took a breath, probably intending to give you some clever answer, but stopped as soon as you felt an unexpected weight fall down your back. You caught Klaus just in time before he slid to the floor. Holding him up, you noticed a wound on his right side. You reached out to touch his wound, but the hybrid's strong grip on your wrist stopped your hand.

"Don't. You'll get burned. Verbena and the wolfbane. Grenade."

"What the hell?! Elijah how could you throw a grenade at him?! Do you throw one back?!" you asked the man in your arms.

"I wanted. You stopped me."

"God, from now on, you're both grounded from being with Hope. Hell knows if that rage won't attack you in front of her! Come Klaus. I'll help you clean it up. Elijah, you can clean up here before Rebekah or Freya come." you said, casting a disappointed look at Elijah's outfit before helping the hybrid up the stairs.

"I would never..." Klaus tried to explain himself as you dragged him to his bedroom.

"Just shut up and sit down." you growled at him, pushing him onto the bed. You took the first aid kit from the bathroom and went back to him to disinfect his wound. "It'll hurt."

"Will you kiss it later? To ease the pain and speed up the healing process, of course."

"Don't try your luck any more today." you warned, rolling your eyes at his mischievous smirk.

He snorted, offended. He looked like a child who had been grounded for snacking on sweets. You sighed, trying not to laugh at his scowl. Unwittingly, you began to wonder what Hope would look like when she went through her rebellious period. Probably like her father when he did something wrong and got caught doing it. Well, at least you'll have some practice before she grows up.

"Do you love my brother?" he burst out suddenly while you were cleaning his wound made by verbena and wolfsbane. Why they had pomegranates from these plants shouldn't shock you as much as it did.

"What?" you asked, shoving a water-soaked cotton ball into his wound, which made him groan in pain. You gave him an apologetic look as you continued working on his side.

"Don't act stupid, it's not like you at all. Do you love my brother?"

"Of course I do, he's my friend and Hope's uncle." you replied unfazed, continuing your work.

"Let me rephrase that. Are you IN LOVE with my nobel brother?"

You tried to pretend that his question had no effect on you. You put down the cotton balls and tried to avoid his gaze to give some answer, but Klaus grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. Fuck. You couldn't lie now. He always knew when you were lying, and now that you were exposed to his watchful gaze, you only knew one way out of this fucked-up situation.

So you pulled him closer to you, kissing him passionately.

He moaned, surprised by the feeling of your soft, enticing lips on his own. He wasted no more time. He put you on his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you as close to him as possible.

The feeling of his warm skin against your clothed body reluctantly brought back memories of the night it all began.

Intoxicated by the feeling of his captivating lips on yours again (after so long), you didn't even notice when he threw you onto the bed, only momentarily breaking your kiss to let your hair down. He melted back into your mouth, hovering over you. The hybrid tangled his hand in your hair, tilting your head so he had better access to your equally eager mouth and tongue.

He moved to your neck, leaving wet kisses and gentle bites and rubbing every inch of your skin, effectively ruining any thought process in your head.

It was just you and him.

And after a very long time, you felt extraordinary pleasure and much-needed relief from the tension that your body had gone through today.

"Nik!" you moaned when he started sucking on the most sensitive spot on your neck, which he knew damn well existed and used every time to tease you.

But this time you moaned for him like a whore, too overwhelmed by the sensations his skilled hands and lips were giving you.

And this time, Klaus didn't hold back. His amber irises and possessive growl were the only warnings he gave you before he ripped your dress in half, revealing your dressed-in-lace-underwear body to him.

His wolf howled inside him.

He pressed his lips to yours greedily, caressing every inch of your newly exposed skin. You growled into his mouth as he bit your lip harder and dug your nails into his back. He reciprocated by squeezing your thigh tightly as he wrapped your leg around his waist, rubbing your most sensitive parts against each other. You both moaned in unison, pulling your lips apart for a moment. You decided to repay him and slid your fangs out to dig into his neck, drinking his sweet blood greedily. You've been dreaming about it since you became a hybrid. Only in your darkest, wildest dreams, after which you were ashamed to look into the eyes of the hated hybrid who probably drove you to Stockholm syndrome because you wanted him more every day—the man who was the cause of your misery.

It was impossible for you to love him. To love the man who tricked you into this marriage; who lied and killed and tortured so many people; who made you fall head over heels for him. Maybe that's why you fell in love with Elijah? He was his complete opposite. He was self-possessed, calm, reasonable, and kept his word.

But there you were, rubbing against him and moaning as his blood ran down your throat. Wanting him more than his brother—the man of every woman's dreams.

Maybe you were as fucked up as your husband.

Moments later, he copied your idea and dug himself into your neck. The moan coming from him sent shivers through your body all the way THERE. How could a man make you so desperate for him with just some kisses and the slightest touch?

You'd probably go all out and lose yourselves in each other's touch for the rest of the night (and possibly part of the morning) if Hope's cries hadn't come from the baby monitor on his nightstand. You broke apart, breathing heavily. Klaus licked off the rest of the blood dripping from your wound until it closed. He rested his head against your chest, inhaling your scent.

You unknowingly ran your hand through his curly hair, also closing your eyes and getting lost in this special, unique moment of tenderness between you two.

"I love you, Y/N." his soft whisper, combined with the gentle movement of his lips against the skin of your breasts, sent shivers down your spine. The realization of his confession left you completely still, holding his arms in a gentle embrace. "I know you don't feel the same way about me, but I promise you that one day you will. I will be worthy of your affection, my brave, wise, beautiful, merciful queen." he said, placing one last longing kiss on your lips before climbing off of you. He got dressed and left the room to soothe the crying Hope.

You closed your eyes, taking shaky breaths. You covered your mouth with your hand to drown out your silent sobs as you heard the familiar lullaby that Nik usually sings to Hope.

Klaus has really changed for the better since the first time you two met. And any other woman in your situation would surely fall in love with him in a heartbeat. But you've already given your heart to someone you'll never have. Or so you thought.

You felt an inexplicable attraction to Elijah, but with Klaus... everything just felt right - even though the hybrid drove you crazy and was the complete opposite of your dream prince on a white horse, in which Elijah fit perfectly. So maybe your Mr. Right wasn't someone you'd imagined in your head a long time ago…

And now, crying silently on your husband's bed, you realize what you should have done ages ago. But before you did the right thing, you could afford to pay a little attention to your troubled, lost heart.

So you cried until you got tired enough that all you did before falling asleep in Klaus' bedroom was to cover up any traces of your tears. You promised yourself a long time ago that no matter what, you would be the only witness to your tragedies. You'd rather be seen as a cold bitch than a weak, lost girl thrown into the fights the originals always fought.

Because in the end, it was only you (and Hope) against the whole world. Just like always.

~•♤♤♤•~

"I need you to do me a favor, Kol." you said as you walked into his room without knocking. The original was on the bed, flipping through something on his phone. He lazily shifted his gaze to you. You groaned internally. Bored Kol is a Kol who is very hard to work with. But—shame to admit it—he was your last and only resort.

"Hello to you too, Y/N. Thank you for knocking before storming into someone's room. How am I? I'm very glad you're asking; I'm fine. That's a very beautiful day, don't you think? Yes, indeed. Did marriage with my brother completely make you lose any manners and tact?" he teased as he drank the blood from the bag.

"I want you to compel me." he spat out his drink, choking and staining another carpet. "Rebekah will be mad at him." you thought as you watched how the original was coughing.

"What?!" he shouted, finally coming to himself. "Why?!" he asked, reaching for his half-full bag again.

"I want you to compel me to love Klaus." he spat out his drunken blood again, suffocating. He tossed the bag on the nightstand, deciding not to reach for it again in the face of new revelations. He probably thought you were completely out of your mind.

"What the bloody hell?! But I thought you and Lijah…" he began, confused, jumping out of bed to face you.

"We never gonna happen, Kol. I realized it very clearly yesterday. And I don't want to feel these stupid things around Elijah any more. He will never be mine, and I will never be his. I have Hope. I had to think about her future and happiness. And she deserves… everything. So if I can give her a happy, normal, loving family, I will do it. Even if it means falling for Klaus by your compel."

"Are you sure, darling? Do you even know what you're asking me for? Do you really want me to erase your memories of you and Elijah?"

"No. I don't want to forget. I want to remember all those stupid moments that led me to this fucking rollercoaster of emotions. I need you to convince me that... it was always meant to be Klaus. That my love for Elijah is just a fleeting fascination, and that Klaus is my fucking soulmate and partner, someone who will treat me as an equal and put me and our daughter above everything else. And that seeing him so close with Aurora and Camille made me realize that I only want to be with him."

"You know that these things aren't far from the truth, do you? My brothers love you. Both equally strong. Are you sure that…"

"Yes. I made my decision. I'm just asking you to help me sort out my emotions properly. I can't be the girl who sails between two brothers. I will not let Hope grow up in this mess my feelings have caused. My fate was sealed the day I met Klaus. Now it's time for me to finally accept it."

"I'll help you, darling. On one condition. I'm not going to keep you under my compel forever. I'll take it off someday. Are you then ready to face the consequences of your actions? Organize your feelings on your own? What if you really fall in love with Nik? What if you somehow fall in love with both of them? If Elijah finds someone else? Do you even think about what it will mean to you? You'll be living a lie, Y/N. Are you ready for it?"

"I'll do everything to give Hope the family she deserves. Besides, I'm Y/N Y/L/N-Mikaelson. I always know what to do. And for now, this is the perfect solution. I think I could be happy with Klaus after all. And after everything that happened recently... I just want to finally be happy, Kol. Without all the extra problems that being a Mikalson brings anyway."

"I only hope you're not going to regret this... Look at me, darling. Today you will feel something more than hostility or a little friendliness toward my brother Klaus. After seeing him, being a hero for your pack, and rescuing that human Camille from getting killed, you realized that you'd always had some feelings for him, but before today they were weaker than what you feel for Elijah. You realized that Klaus could be the man of your dreams, someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. You will never forget what you experienced with Elijah, but now you see him more like a brother and an uncle to your child than a life partner. You like Klaus; he's the only man you could be romantically interested in until Hope comes of age. After this time, my compulsion will cease to work. You will forget that I compel you. I told you to get that stupid idea out of your head and told you not to ask anyone else for such a favor. You will follow my command." you snapped out of your stupor, blinking as you tried to remember what the hell had just happened.

"Well, at least promise me you won't tell Klaus, Elijah, or anyone else."

"I hate to say it, but you have my word. Everything will stay between us."

"Good." you nodded your head and left his room. Kol's concerned gaze led you all the way to the door.

At least he circumvented your request and didn't force you to love Klaus directly, he just dulled your infatuation with Elijah. If you started to feel anything for his hybrid brother, it would be real. He only hoped that when Davina, Rebekah, or Nik found out, they wouldn't castrate him for it.

~•♤♤♤•~

You were pissed off. Incredible furious with your stupid husband and his older brother.

These two morons went with Kol on a solo quest against Lucien and Tristan, locking you (Freya, Davina, Rebekah and you) in the house.

You don't need to tell anyone that they came back with nothing and narrowly escaped death. As soon as the boundary spell was lifted by your witches, you ran out of the house with Hope and went straight to your pack. You left your daughter with your cousin Lily and her witch girlfriend while you went to get wood. You must have landed your rage on something. Trees were better than innocent people or your very guilty and stupid husband, whose face you didn't want to see right now because you knew you'd use it as a dartboard.

However, you forgot that your husband had no self-preservation instinct.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you growled as you sensed his presence, continuing to chop wood. He really was asking to die today.

"You took our daughter and left the house, you think I won't follow you? Besides, we need to talk, love."

"Well, it's too fucking late now. Fuck off before I shove a branch up your ass."

"Where does such an aggression of yours come from, love?"

"You dare to fucking ask me?! After what you did?! You could all die or get caught! I know you don't care what happens to me, but have you thought about Hope? Your fucking daughter! What would happen if they came for us, for her, when we were closed in the cage, you made?! Tell me, honey, was it your brilliant idea? Or maybe Kol's?"

"It's fascinating that you have such faith in my noble elder brother that you don't even entertain the slightest possibility that it was his plan."

"Elijah wouldn't do something so stupid. He's better than you. Do you even know how it could..."

"Of course our dear Elijah would be a better husband for you!" his brain apparently focused only on that damn part, not the one where you scolded him for being so careless because you were worried about him.

"Don't you dare fucking bring him into this! He was the only goddamn person who cared about my fate after my transformation! He cares enough about me to let me know about his plans, Klaus!"

"I saw perfectly well how he cares for you - by shoving his tongue down your throat!"

"Maybe if you weren't acting like a fucking, arrogant, condescending dick who knows everything best, you'd be in his place!"

"Well, I went further with you than he did last night. You didn't even moan against his mouth as you did against mine. I guess being a dick pays off after all." he replied with a feisty, smug smile.

"You! Fucking! Disgusting! Pervent!" you growled, punching him in the chest each time, causing him to back away from you until you pinned him to a tree. "I fucking hate you. Every time I see the shadow of a man worth loving in you, you always screw it up! I hate you and despise both you and myself that despite all the damn things you've done against me, somehow I still fucking want to see in you someone worth my love!" you screamed, taking out your anger on him with every blow you landed on him.

It shocked you that he didn't do anything to stop you. He just took your punches, standing still in complete silence, until you got tired.

"Better?" he whispered, staring at your panting, disheveled figure as you both tried to calm down.

"A little."

"You tremble." he noticed, carefully touching your cold shoulder. "Let's go back to the camp. We need to warm you up." he said as he took off his leather jacket and tossed it over your shoulders. He grabbed your hand and started leading you through the dark forest.

You don't even remember when you got this far in your anger. It took you a good half silient hour of walking to get back to the sleeping pack.

You sat by the still-burning fire. Klaus added a few logs of wood to make sure it wouldn't go out. He then sat next to you and unrolled the blanket, draping it over your back, creating a warm cocoon around the two of you.

You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder and staring into the fire. You blissfully absorbed the silence between the two of you, losing yourself in Klaus' warmth and scent.

"I'm sorry." he broke the long silence between you. "I should have let you know about my plans or not locked you in the house. You're right. You deserve someone better, love." he said, his voice slightly trembling as he spoke the last words.

"I could love you, you know?" you felt his piercing, surprised look as you played with one of the sticks, staring stubbornly at the fire to avoid his gaze. "A long time ago. If you hadn't acted like a condescending asshole and tried your best to lock me up in that damn house with Hope. If you'd let me in, help me get past that evil, cruel hybrid facade and see the real you, you would have what you so secretly desire."

"And what is that?"

"Unconditional love from someone who isn't forced to give it to you. Unlimited trust and devotion-something you have not experienced in your very long life. You know one day you'll get it from our daughter, but it won't be the same. She will love you because you are her father, her love is conditioned by the bond you have shared since she was born. That's why you want me to love you so much. You want someone who cares about you for no reason."

"And could you? Love me just because you want to? After everything I have done?" he asked, pulling you away from him, not too far away, just enough to look you in the eye.

"You were never quite the villain in my story. I have to admit, I've hated you since I met you... but over time, I've seen that you've made me more than I could have imagined, someone much more powerful, someone whose opinion really matters. You always helped me, even when I thought it was some kind of sabotage against me and when I disagreed with your plan, like when you decided to stop Dalhia alone or play partners in crime with your bloodthirsty father. You take care of my pack like it's your own, and you're such a good father to Hope that sometimes I envy her. Maybe our beginnings weren't the best, and maybe along the way we'll start arguing and fighting like bitter enemies again, but I couldn't imagine anyone else to do it with."

"Even after I forced you into this marriage?"

"Well, if it weren't for you, my parents would've arranged one with a possibly stupid, self-centered werewolf anyway, so I didn't get the worst of it."

"Good to know I'm not the worst option."

"At least you're hot and handsome." you replied, nudging him with your arm. He did the same, making you both laugh.

You stared into his eyes as the firelight reflected in his beautiful irises, emphasizing sparks of amusement and... tenderness.

"I want to be the man who deserves your love."

"Can you let me in then?"

He did not answer. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours. If it had been any other man, you would have insisted on answering this important question. But you knew Klaus too well to know that this passionate, sultry, tender kiss is a silent promise he makes to you. A promise he intends to keep.

Klaus wasn't the perfect man of your dreams, and he often made hasty, sudden decisions without considering the opinions of others. But deep down, you knew there was no other man in the world who made you feel the way you did with Nik. Even Elijah couldn't make you feel half the way you did with his brother. His kiss, his touch, his smile, and his scent made you feel insane. And that (desire, passion, tenderness, warmth, and thristing for his little affection) was the type of love you want to lose yourself in.

Maybe it was Klaus who was supposed to be your Mr. Right after all.

[heart-forge]

do you have beef with any if devs?

H'm I started answering this but I can't tell if it's bait or just curiosity so in case it's bait then the answer is yes and here are all the wonderful IF developers who can go kick rocks:

@extempore-the-game Amy makes Extempore and how rude of her to make me? Choose? She tries to make it up to me by letting me being a journalist who has operated as an undercover wrestler which has given me incredible fighting skill, but the damage has already been done 😔😔

@ataleofcrowns, Cherry who makes a Tale of Crowns and just makes the hell out of it. I usually avoid the charming rogue romances because they all feel very samey to me and then X came and hit me with a goddamn train, which wasn't very period-accurate where did they even get a train to hit and kill me with.

@fiddles-ifs, Fiddles who makes Greenwarden, and who can describe the inside of a human body so vividly that it makes you go 🤔🤔 wondering what he's seen. In addition, wrote me a Big LI for me to fall in love with, and I did. Hook line and sinker.

@llamagirl28, who writes The Bastard of Camelot and what can I say except that she has cruelly manipulated how much I like Arthurian legend and with a sniper's precision hit upon my love for cold ROs who you have to win over and done a super dynamic integration of NB identity in what might have come off as an idiosyncratic setting (if I was the type of person who cared about that kind of thing).

@maneki-mushi who made The Hero's Journey and is making Saint Ceri, both of which I love and also those here who may be below eighteen, one day you'll be old enough to play them but today is not this day !! Both are incredible and I loved playing through Hero's Journey for the exploration of memory and how interesting it is to be a player who actively does good things (or tries to) and yet remembers evil !! It's interesting and fun and I love my "evil" boyfriend and the one that was less of an asshole than I ended up being sdjkhfds.

@anya-dev I haven't seen her around lately but I still love Scout even if it only ever exists in its current state. Even in it's current state, Oliver has bewitched me, body and soul.

@moiraimyths who makes The Good People, which again strangleholds my love for period settings and especially my love of Seelie/Unseelie beef. As when I was young, I saw a hot guy on the Unseelie side and that was that 😔

@argentgames who make the Red Embrace games that. Literally when it launched it was all I could talk about, and it got me to play the game that everyone said was comparable, Vampire: the Masquerade....and I liked this one much better 😅😅

I've almost definitely forgetting many people but I've been neglecting my reading about hotties duties in favour of being a bloke who does fuck all, but uh, abruptly remembering the bit, yes I am....soooo.....angry at these authors.......forrr........making me feel a lot of things 😳🥺

[spnexploration]

Brotherly Figures part 4

Summary: (Early seasons) Sam and Dean save a 15 year old, newly orphaned teenager from vampires. Much to their chagrin, she ends up tagging along on hunts, giving them both a fresh chance at acting like a brotherly figure.

Series masterlist

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: Ava gets used to living with Bobby

Episode warnings: None

A/N: I promised an anon ask that I'd get the next part of Brotherly Figures out, so here it finally is!

GIF by frodo-sam

“Did you just get out of Bobby Singer’s car?” a girl asked me incredulously.

“Umm, yes,” I said cautiously.

“How does he even have a licence? Absolute drunkard,” another girl gossiped.

A third girl came over to me, “Just ignore them. They'd find something to complain about if it killed them.” I gratefully followed her into the gym where the self-defence class was about to be held. “I'm Olivia,” she said.

“Ava.”

“Nice to meet you. You new here?”

“Uh, yeah. My brothers are friends with Bobby, I'm staying with him for a bit.”

Before we could talk any further, the Sheriff, Jody Mills, called everyone in to a circle. Bobby had taken me the day before to meet her as she ran the class.

The rest of the class went ok, me avoiding the bitchy girls and hanging with Olivia. She told me their names were Faye and Suzie.

They threw some comments at me when Bobby came to pick me up. My face flushed with embarrassment.

---

Bobby seemed to have taken Sam’s instructions about my schooling regrettably seriously. He gave me a bit of leeway, but he was pretty firm about having to finish my homework.

“Were you this much of a hard taskmaster with the boys?” I complained at him.

“God no. Their Dad couldn't care less what their grades were so long as they could shoot and fight. But Sam was diligent anyway, I wouldn'ta had to be remindin’ him.”

“And Dean?”

“Well, Dean just wanted to be a kid,” he said pensively. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that answer.

I hadn’t noticed when he'd written it up, but part of Sam's curriculum was learning how to kill various monsters too. Unlike my normal school work where Bobby just left me with my laptop, those lessons he taught. Often we were interrupted by his phones ringing, different hunters asking for advice or him having to pretend to be their boss in the FBI.

Sometimes he'd get me researching in his lore books alongside him. I flushed with pride when he praised me for finding the right answer or something that would help someone's case.

The best times were when he took me out to learn how to shoot the various guns. I wasn’t great, but I was getting a tiny bit better. Often he'd reminisce about the many things he'd shot, or the times he'd had with the Winchester boys.

---

It was the same pattern of comments about Bobby from the bitchy girls at the next two self-defence classes too. I thought about asking Bobby to drop me off further away, but I figured they'd just say something else next time instead. I tried to not to let it get to me.

I was picking up my things at the end of my fourth class when I heard one of the other girls in the class, Belinda, turn around to her friends, “Check out the hotties in the carpark!”

I ignored her, finishing packing my things. I walked out to the carpark chatting to Olivia, looking for Bobby's car. Finally, I noticed what all of the other girls were drooling over.

I ran to Sam, having spotted him and Dean leaning against the Impala. He gathered me in a hug. Then I turned to Dean and he hugged me too. “Heya, kiddo,” he said affectionately.

Bitchy Faye was looking dumbfounded while Suzie glared daggers at me. That was almost as good as the Winchesters being back.

---

“Alright, you ready to show us what you've learnt?” Dean asked with a grin.

“I was born ready,” I said cockily.

He chuckled, “Easy, tiger. Alright, guns first?”

I agreed and followed him outside, Bobby and Sam trailing behind us. Sam set up some cans on the fence for me to fire at.

“Let's see what you've got,” Dean said.

My first shot missed, probably as bad as I'd been in the beginning. I was irritated at myself, I was meant to be showing them I was being better!

“Just relax,” Dean said quietly. “Centre yourself first.”

I took his advice, appreciating that he hadn't chosen to tease me. I took a deep breath and had another go. I missed again, but it was close, skittering right past the can.

The men didn't say anything, giving me time to centre myself again. Focus.

I HIT IT!!

Dean whistled and Sam exclaimed, “Good job, Ava!” I couldn’t hide the massive grin on my face.

Dean got me to try out a few other gun types, to varying degrees of success, but he seemed pretty happy with my progress. I flushed with happiness.

We packed up the guns and cans and started walking to the shed. Sam walked next to me. “Bobby sent me your assessments and the marks from your distance ed teacher,” he said.

I groaned.

He laughed. “No, you're doing a good job, Ava. We might need to talk through some of your chemistry a bit more while I'm here, but your essay on equity for Pacific Island Nations under climate change was great.”

“You seriously find time to read my essays while you're killing monsters?”

“Dean likes to drive. I spend a lot of time in the passenger seat.”

We'd made it to the shed, Dean holding the door open. “How do you stop a ghost?” he asked me.

“Salt or iron will stop them temporarily but you need to salt and burn their bones or whatever object they're tied to.”

“Good, let's see how you're going taking down Sammy.”

Sam and I sparred off. I showed the moves I’d learnt from Sheriff Jody’s classes and what Dean had taught me last time. I still couldn't overpower Sam, but I was a lot better at getting out and buying myself valuable seconds.

Dean offered me his hand to stand up, after Sam had flattened me to the ground. “You've done good work, kiddo,” he said. “Wanna come on a ghost case with us?”

I squealed, “Really?!” I jumped to him, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

He laughed and returned the hug. “You are going to have to do what you're told,” he warned.

.

“I know, I know.” I released Dean and went over to hug Sam. “When do we leave?” I asked excitedly.

“Tomorrow morning,” Dean replied. “I've never seen someone so excited about a salt and burn.”

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@leigh70

@malindacath

@ellie-andthemachine

[magicxc]

Hills and Valleys

Synopsis: Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?

However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music, and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true. 

Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish. 

So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Halloween they’ll never forget, proving that "the scare" is more than just a fantasy.

Word Count: 1573

Warnings: drowning

Chapter 2 - Julianna’s POV

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“Let’s fucking gooooooo,” I yell into the crowd. 

I don’t know what it is about LMFAO that gets me pumped, but they’re definitely a vibe. That group was inescapable in 2012 and then they just fell off the face of the earth, damn. 

But before I can contemplate it any further, a drink is being pushed into my hands by none other than the fender bender himself. Man, I haven’t seen that asshole on tv since adult swim was poppin. 

“Is this that Jekyll and Gin?” I shout over the music. 

“Nah, this that beetlejuice,” they answered. 

Eyeing the cup for potential bugs, I shrug my shoulders and take it to the head cause lets be real, the craziest names yield the best taste. 

Next thing I know is that I’m ass up face down in the middle of the dancefloor bussing the meanest of whines for Freddy Kruger. And if I hear another Megan Thee Stallion song, Imma show him why she really calls us hotties. 

But unfortunately for him, inebriated me has the tendency to fake an accent or two, though I usually don’t know which one will get the chance to shine until the drunk meter hits full. 

“Sacre bleu nigga, Im tryna throw this ass back on youuu. So open your arms wide, bend those knees, and catch it ohh ouiiii.”

“Girl you play too fucking much,” he retorted. 

So apparently the accent of the day is French.

We dance on each other for a few more songs, my ass firmly placed in his hands while his pelvis roughly grinds into me; our bodies cradled together as we move to the rhythm of the beat. Slick comments like “get a room” or “use a condom” get thrown at us and it’s then that I leave for a breather before I fuck him there and then.  

Unwrapping myself from his arms, I get ready to go, promising that I’ll be back while he smacks my ass in return. Deciding on a cup of water before I step outside for some fresh air, I make a beeline for the kitchen damn near knocking over Lynn in the process. 

“Woahhh where’s the fire,” she jokes. 

“In my vagina,” I yell. “Freddy Krugers big dick gave my ass two muthafucking heartbeats bitch.”

“You whore, you smashed on the first night?” 

“No, but I’m about to,” I smirked. 

“Shittt join the team, I smashed the first night and became a girlfriend.”

“Girl when haven't you?”

Shrugging her shoulders, she downs the last of her drink as her beefy military guy comes up and snakes his arms around her waist; an acknowledging nod thrown my way. 

“Jason, right?”

“All day.”

“I’d love to stay and talk, but I’m legit burning from the inside out,” I said, fanning myself. 

“I think Lorenzo left the backdoor open,” Jason pointed out. “I’ve seen people in and out that thing all night.”

“Mhmm, yeah take a breather and air that cat out before you buss it wide open.”

“Fuck you!” I laughed, middle finger high in the air. “Honestly I’m surprised I’ve made it this long at his party as is.”

“At the rate you’re going, we’ll probably have to haul you out of here,” Jason chirped. 

“Y’all aren't still ‘beefing’ are you?”

“You know how he goes Lynn, if Lenny does nothing else he’ll hold a grudge.”

“Just give it some time.” 

About two months ago Lenny threw a surprise party for himself, however the fuck that works, and invited the usual crew and then some. He rented out a party hall because quite frankly we were tired of helping him clean up after his usual weekend shenanigans; and it was his birthday so ideally he wanted to get fucked up without being responsible for any mess he made. 

As the night goes on we’re all chopping it up and getting lit and I spy this gorgeous girl, I’m talking ten out of ten baddie. Now I’m far from shy, especially when it comes to something that I want, so I slid over to her, hit her with some of my best lines and made that shit official like a referee with a whistle. We end up clicking instantly. She’s downing drinks back to back with me, fucking up the dance floor with me, and even tried her hands at skiing the slopes for the first time. 

All in all things are going better than expected, hell I'm starting to think it's my birthday. At some point, we start taking body shots and somehow her trying to wedge the lime from my teeth ends with us liplocking, that slice of citrus long forgotten as it hits the floor. Our makeout session ends abruptly, both of us yanked apart with a fuming Lenny in front of us. 

Apparently she was a coworker of his who he’d been eyeing for a minute and I swooped in and ruined the possibility of something more. But the thing is, he had no chances with this woman in the first place and had he paid close enough attention through those bullshit conversations that he forced on her in the break room, he would’ve realised that sis was gay. 

Truth be told, I bruised his ego more than anything. And the fact that he pulled such a stunt like that, in his drunken state, in front of friends, family and coworkers has him a little more embarrassed than he lets on. 

I think Lenny is the bees knees and I would’ve never approached his crush had I known, but it still stings that he’s essentially beating a dead horse. I feel like he tolerates me these days because of the crew and quite frankly I’m over the silly nonsense. He’s my absolute fave of the bunch, our personalities being so similar and all. But after tonight he’ll hear everything I have to say whether he likes it or not. 

“Anyway I’m off to, as you so eloquently put it, air this cat out,” I joke. “Later sugar.”

“Dammit, is nothing sacred?” She screams. 

Chuckling, I make it to the back door, walking over to one of the nearby trees to light a joint. Bringing it to my lips, I inhale the smoky goodness, eyelids heavy from fun. Swallowing it down, I rest my head against the branch as the crunching of leaves takes me out of my daze. 

Spinning around, a small smile dangles at the corner of my lips as I eye the familiar face. Exhaling, I hand over the joint, a question that doesn’t need to be asked. Hands swiping over mine, the blunt slides from my fingers and between their lips in response; a newfound sense of serenity as we enjoy the low thumping of the music. 

Halloween aside, autumn is my absolute favorite season for the beautiful, warm colors that it produces - from the red tinted leaves, to the orange pumpkins, and the golden sunsets. The air is crispier and the breeze blows a little cooler and the wind tastes a little fresher. I don’t know but it’s something about the way the earth turns on its axis around this time of year that brings a newfound joy to me. 

Eyes closed in blissful solace, I listen in as another crunching of the leaves ensues, only this time I’m the reason for the noise. A fist to my jaw has my face slamming against the tree trunk, body tumbling to the ground as I try my best to recover from the force of it all. 

Hands desperately grabbing at the earth, dirt and debris get painfully wedged underneath my fingernails, watching the droplets of blood seep into the soil. 

Trying my best to scramble up off the ground in my drunken state, a kick to my temple makes all my efforts futile, vision blurring as I lose my fight with consciousness. 

|~~

My body feels cold and heavy, lungs intensely burning while my head feels an insane amount of pressure. Eyes shooting open, I see what looks to be the moon, a full one at that. Can you imagine, a full moon on Halloween? I see the universe has a sense of humor. 

I feel my body sink further into the cold, wet depths, limbs thrashing against whatever has me restrained and it occurs to me that I may not be able to talk my way out of this one. The more I struggle, the more water pours into my lungs, filling my chest with a fiery ache; salty tears submerged as my nose splatters furious bubbles at my body's pitiful attempt to cough up the water and relieve my chest. 

They say it takes about 40 seconds to drown and though I’ve only been down here for about half that, it feels like twice that time. I’ve always wanted to go in my sleep, peacefully and without a clue. But as I stare up at the hazy moon, surrounded by a deep blue sky, stars sprinkled in between, I figure this isn’t the worst thing to see last. Relaxing into the water, I give up my struggle and take a big gulp, ready to accept my fate. Vision darkening, I look up for a final peek at the starry night in all its blurred glory, or as I’d like to call this one “the party night” and take comfort in the fact that I got to live it up one last time.

[my-weird-news]

10 Most Gorgeous 90’s Crushes

The Timeless Temptresses: Where Are They Now? Ah, Carmen Electra! The Baywatch days - where even the beach sand seemed to blush around those lifeguards. And guess what? She’s still hotter than a jalapeño in a sauna at over 40! Is there a fountain of youth or did Carmen strike a deal with the aging devil? Someone needs to investigate. Christina Applegate: From Dumb Blond to Hollywood Bombshell So, you remember Christina Applegate as Kelly Bundy from the "Married with Children" sitcom, right? Yeah, that one – the show that was like a blast from the past that you can’t believe you watched without cringing. But hold on a second, Christina’s no dummy. She’s been out there dropping wisdom bombs like a knowledge ninja. And hey, she fought off breast cancer like a boss. If that’s not a superhero origin story, I don’t know what is. Claudia Schiffer: The 90s Dream Goddess Alright, folks, remember Claudia Schiffer? That name you whispered in hushed tones like a secret code for teenage hormonal urges? Yeah, she was the ultimate 90s babe. I mean, 83.7% of boners were directly linked to her supermodel aura. And guess what? She made more money than you could shake a catwalk at – over $50 million! Looks like walking down runways is a shortcut to making it rain. Michelle Pfeiffer: The Cat's Meow What do you call a Batman movie without a Catwoman in it? A travesty! Michelle Pfeiffer was the original feline femme fatale, slinking around in tight black leather, making even Gotham's dark knight do a double take. Can you imagine Batman fighting crime while dealing with constant distractions from that outfit? No wonder he's so moody. Pamela Anderson: More Than Just a Lifeguard Pamela Anderson – the ultimate proof that if you’ve got it, flaunt it. From the beaches of Baywatch to playing a scantily clad superhero in "Striperella", she knew how to make heads turn faster than an owl with whiplash. And don't even get me started on that celebrity sex-tape scandal – it's like she turned the spotlight into a strobe light. Heather Locklear: Melrose Maverick Melrose Place: the show you either loved to bits or wished it would spontaneously combust. Heather Locklear was the flame-haired drama queen in the middle of it all. She faced criticism for being "out of control" on drugs and alcohol, but honestly, who wouldn't need a little something to cope with the chaos of a Melrose life? Lucy Lawless: Warrior Princess and Beyond Lucy Lawless, aka Xena, the warrior princess – a role that screams "badass on horseback". But wait, there’s more! She teamed up with Bruce Campbell, the "groovy" star from "Evil Dead", proving that kicking demon butt is a job that never gets old. Seriously, drop everything and watch "Ash vs Evil Dead". You won't regret it. Cindy Crawford: The Supermodel Extraordinaire Cindy Crawford, the supermodel who redefined the phrase "jaw-dropping beauty". She was up there on VH1’s "Hottest Hotties of the 90s" list and even made the Men’s Health "100 Hottest Women of All-Time". And hey, she did it without resorting to revealing her lady bits – take notes, Miley Cyrus! Jennifer Aniston: More Than Just "The Rachel" Who could forget Jennifer Aniston as Rachel? Her hairstyle was iconic – it even had its own name, like it was a fancy cocktail or something. And those chilly sets? No bras? Yeah, we know what you mean, Jennifer. But don't worry, we were too busy enjoying your hilarious antics to notice… too much. Sarah Michelle Gellar: Slaying on Screen Buffy the Vampire Slayer – the show that kicked supernatural butts and then had to endure the Twilight fiasco. Sarah Michelle Gellar was the slayer that taught us to fight demons with witty one-liners. Sure, there have been other roles, but to us, she’ll always be the girl with a stick, laying down the stake and the law. And there you have it, folks! Our favorite 90s stars, still shining bright and leaving us with more memories than a scrapbook overloaded with glitter. It's like the past two decades never happened, and honestly, I'm not complaining! 🌟# The Timeless Temptresses: Where Are They Now? Ah, Carmen Electra! The Baywatch days - where even the beach sand seemed to blush around those lifeguards. And guess what? She’s still hotter than a jalapeño in a sauna at over 40! Is there a fountain of youth or did Carmen strike a deal with the aging devil? Someone needs to investigate. Christina Applegate: From Dumb Blond to Hollywood Bombshell So, you remember Christina Applegate as Kelly Bundy from the "Married with Children" sitcom, right? Yeah, that one – the show that was like a blast from the past that you can’t believe you watched without cringing. But hold on a second, Christina’s no dummy. She’s been out there dropping wisdom bombs like a knowledge ninja. And hey, she fought off breast cancer like a boss. If that’s not a superhero origin story, I don’t know what is. Claudia Schiffer: The 90s Dream Goddess Alright, folks, remember Claudia Schiffer? That name you whispered in hushed tones like a secret code for teenage hormonal urges? Yeah, she was the ultimate 90s babe. I mean, 83.7% of boners were directly linked to her supermodel aura. And guess what? She made more money than you could shake a catwalk at – over $50 million! Looks like walking down runways is a shortcut to making it rain. Michelle Pfeiffer: The Cat's Meow What do you call a Batman movie without a Catwoman in it? A travesty! Michelle Pfeiffer was the original feline femme fatale, slinking around in tight black leather, making even Gotham's dark knight do a double take. Can you imagine Batman fighting crime while dealing with constant distractions from that outfit? No wonder he's so moody. Pamela Anderson: More Than Just a Lifeguard Pamela Anderson – the ultimate proof that if you’ve got it, flaunt it. From the beaches of Baywatch to playing a scantily clad superhero in "Striperella", she knew how to make heads turn faster than an owl with whiplash. And don't even get me started on that celebrity sex-tape scandal – it's like she turned the spotlight into a strobe light. Heather Locklear: Melrose Maverick Melrose Place: the show you either loved to bits or wished it would spontaneously combust. Heather Locklear was the flame-haired drama queen in the middle of it all. She faced criticism for being "out of control" on drugs and alcohol, but honestly, who wouldn't need a little something to cope with the chaos of a Melrose life? Lucy Lawless: Warrior Princess and Beyond Lucy Lawless, aka Xena, the warrior princess – a role that screams "badass on horseback". But wait, there’s more! She teamed up with Bruce Campbell, the "groovy" star from "Evil Dead", proving that kicking demon butt is a job that never gets old. Seriously, drop everything and watch "Ash vs Evil Dead". You won't regret it. Cindy Crawford: The Supermodel Extraordinaire Cindy Crawford, the supermodel who redefined the phrase "jaw-dropping beauty". She was up there on VH1’s "Hottest Hotties of the 90s" list and even made the Men’s Health "100 Hottest Women of All-Time". And hey, she did it without resorting to revealing her lady bits – take notes, Miley Cyrus! Jennifer Aniston: More Than Just "The Rachel" Who could forget Jennifer Aniston as Rachel? Her hairstyle was iconic – it even had its own name, like it was a fancy cocktail or something. And those chilly sets? No bras? Yeah, we know what you mean, Jennifer. But don't worry, we were too busy enjoying your hilarious antics to notice… too much. Sarah Michelle Gellar: Slaying on Screen Buffy the Vampire Slayer – the show that kicked supernatural butts and then had to endure the Twilight fiasco. Sarah Michelle Gellar was the slayer that taught us to fight demons with witty one-liners. Sure, there have been other roles, but to us, she’ll always be the girl with a stick, laying down the stake and the law. And there you have it, folks! Our favorite 90s stars, still shining bright and leaving us with more memories than a scrapbook overloaded with glitter. It's like the past two decades never happened, and honestly, I'm not complaining! 🌟 Read the full article

[the-letter-horror-lover]

invader homestuck (and kuroshitsuji???) but go crazy aaaa go stupid aaaa

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Summary:

me and my bOoOooOoooOo faetyrantxvii stayed up till Late™️ and wrote this. it is now your bible.

dont do kids drugs :)~

Notes:

ALL YOU LADIES POP YOUR 🅱️USSY LIKE THIS

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

it was a normal day on earth. zim was hitting the woah continuously to strengthen his ass bones for the fight at school later on. some pleb normie named tavgross nitiddy had walked up to him and said “hey bitch, my nipple horns are bigger than your boyfriends peenie weenie”, making dib fucking explode and making everyone put an f in the chat but hes okay tho bc this is all fictional.

Gaz looked over to where dib once stood, "dib stop being a fucking freak and just smoke weed like the rest of us" she said as Dave nodded and passed her another blunt. Zim in a fit of anger, dabbed on that bitch. She cried and threw herself into kanata and orses arms knowing that this would be a burn she couldn't bounce back on. Tavros the took the blunt from gaz and announced himself the new queen of the goths. He then made a crownout of waffles

“as new queen of the goths, you will now refer to me as ebony dark'ness dementia raven way” “no fuck u” zim said, his antenna popping through his wig, snatching it off of his head like he just heard some fuckin piping hot tea. it was too late, though, tavros/ebony had suddenly grown ebony black hair (thats how he got his name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches his mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people told him he looks like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!) and he suddenly announced he wasnt related to gerard way but he wished he was bc hes a fucking hottie.

“this is gayer than zims dog and my wife who i definitely didnt kill and get a fuckton of money from” ms. bitters said as she floated to the moon thanks to the rocket pack zim had probed into her dookiehole. gir began to eat tavros/ebonys waffle hat while zim began 🅱️ussy 🅱️opping to old town road, preparing for the fight. dave joined in bc hes dave.

Gaz, trying to regain her title, stood up and took the eyeliner from tavbony and drew a pentagram on her forehead. "I'm not going to change my name to fucking vampire or anything like that because changing you're name is fucking prep as shit" Dave nods and says "cool story" she then turns to gir. "Hey did you know I out of three hoes are mad?" Gir then replies, "but I'm not mad." Dave says, "neither am i," he then lowers his shades and looks directly at you the viewer of this shitshow before turning back and making out with gir. "Aw shit they just yeeted on ya" ms bitters crys. "Fuckin yoted." Dib then Rematerializes into the room using the power of love. "Yall just mad at me because you ain't smashing that 🅱️USSY" zim then looks at dib confused. "Stinkboi were gay" "oh shit you right" karkat then looks at them in disgust, "UM EXCUSE ME FUCKERS IM GAY AND HOMOPHOBIC AND THATS SO NOT CASH MONEY OF YOU" he then puts on a loli dress and kisses Dave because hes heterosexual. "FBI OPEN UP" a voice shouts from downstairs. "Oh no they're here" talest purple says. Tablets red then takes holds him into his chest and serenades him with an original hit song that can be purchased in the description below. "Aww haiw miwty tawwest puwpwe, he be dabbin on da hoes but newer stawps gwindin for da team. Bussy boppin." They then floated into the sun together to get away once they remember they're better than everybody else

“owo what2 thii2?” sollux said as he poked dibs eenie beenie teenie peenie. “HEY SLUT THATS MY MAN BACK OFF” zim said as he began to go into sicko mode, his breasts breasting breastily. katy perry shot whip cream out of her boobs somewhere in this distance, this is relevant to the story it just needed to be known. by now tavbippity boppity back the fucc up had gotten beyond tired of this bitchmess and began taking shots of acid, not the drug just real fucking acid so he could fucking get the sweet release of death he so badly craved. “HELL YEAAAAH BROOOS” said god, even tho god isnt real he was mad by the government if god was real this wouldnt even exist. “back on my bullshit” dave said as he and michael jacksons ghost began their romantic journey in life.

“IM GONNA SING THE DOOM SONG NO—“ gir TRIED to say but he was too much of a furry to get it out before grell sutcliff sat on his dobby lookin ass. “OMAE WA MOU SHINDEIRU” she said, her own breasts breasting breastily.

“NANI?!?!” karkitkat said before his horns began to buzz. “HOLD ON I GOTTA TAKE THIS”

everyone stopped as karpussy talked on his nipple phone. “UH HUH... YEAH... OKAY” he ripped his fucking candy corn nipples off his head and handed them to gamzee “ITS THE CRINGE POLICE ITS FOR U”

“tHaNkS bRo :o)” gamzee said as he ate the nipples I MEAN HORNS and thought of how he would one day lay them like eggs and raise them as his own. “DAVE I AM nO T A HOME OF SEXUAL” john said as dave tapped dat ass.

SUDDENLY! "WWEH! Did somebody say eridan ampora?" Eridan ampora asked while draping himself across the bed holding a rose in his mouth wearing nothing but his cape and scarf. "Literally no body fucking said that." Said zim "but I did think it. I just didnt say it you weak ass low level e-thot." Eridan the quickly got up and started staring into gazs eyes. "You havve got to be the least hideous lookin human ivve evver seen in my entire life, marry me." She looked up at him disinterested, "I cant," she then pointed at kanya and Ross. "Gotta smash" kan then looked up at eridan ampora "didnt I saw you in half?" He stuck his tongue out at her and replied "yeah but you did such a shitty job at it I came here to steal your bitch" eridan ampora said. Gaz and roos looked at each other and nodded , "kyanyan we want a divorece" then they each took eridan ampora by the hand and lead him downstairs while making out to plag some splatoon2. John momentarily stopped tappin dat ass to passionately make out with gamzee. "Its not gay be cause you're a clown and that means you have no rights and morally as well as legally I dont have to view you as a person." "HaHa, WhAtEvR yOu SaY mOtHeRfUcKeR" solluc then started reprogramming dib once he realized he was just a robot. When he was done he turned to zim and said "5o basiically he5 babey and can do no wrong now, al5o everyday at precii5ely 4am he wiill now awake and worshiip the bee5, a4 wa5 what the troll greek god pluto intented”

“sollsucc u ignorant slut” zim tried to spit his gum out at sollsexy but instead he spit his tooth out. “oh shit wait i need that for the autopsy” karkat stopped riding on nepetas back like a donkey for a moment. “IN THE CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM, SEXUALLY BASED OFFENSES ARE CONSIDERED ESPECIALLY HEINOUS. IN NEW YORK CITY, THE DEDICATED DETECTIVES WHO INVESTIGATE THESE VICIOUS CRIMES ARE MEMBERS OF AN ELITE SQUAD KNOWN AS THE SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT. THESE ARE THEIR STORIES.”

mituna clapped his asscheeks to make the DUN DUN sound before disintegrating like spiderman in infinity war. “OH SHIT I GUESS HE DIDNT FEEL SO GOOD HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA I WANT TO DIE” a laugh track was heard in the distant completely unrelated to what kitty kar cunt said bc hes not funny hes a lil bitch. “hey gaz wanna have an orgy” zim said as nepeta killed gamzee by showing him cursed pictures of danny devito “but zim u simple bitch its not an orgy if theres only two— oh” suddenly, spiders crawled out of zims pants. orgy spiders. inbred orgy spiders. please put them out of their misery. “SPIDERS IT IS THEN!” said papyrus, who was boning his bones so boneily it made Skeletor jealous.

just as vriska was screaming the lyrics to the absolute banger that is The Fitness Gram Pacer Test™️ into the face of a baby that had fallen from the sky (its not GOD hes not R E AL *dies suddenly from “natural causes” bc that’s what the media wants u to think*) at a frequency so high not even god (who doesnt exist DONT BELIEVE WHAT THEY TOLD U— *shot*) could hear, latula and damara began dabbing violently, so violently that dib exploded..... again. hes fine its not real uwu. “ALL OF YOU CUCKS AINT GOT SHIT ON THIS PHAT ASS 👁👅👁” suddenly dave was ninki minjaj!!!! “LETS GO TO THE bEECH bEECH....” karkat stabbed dave minaj in her bubble booty and she fucking died wow i cant believe karkat vantas fucking killed nicki Minaj.

“h-hewwo?” gir said from grell thicc cheeks. “hnnng im trying to survive but she’s dummy thicc and the clap of her asscheeks keeps alerting alois!” alois trancy wasnt actually there, hes dead and has been for a while. girs just insane and zim is a frog. oh also, have we mentioned zim is actually a frog? and Hes gay. WE TURNED THE FRIGGEN FROGS GAY—

you, the viewer, the helpless victim in a situation like this and also a big tiddy anime girl crushed us, the probably high (dont do kids drugs) authors of this hell on earth with your tig ol biddies. WHAT A WAY TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!1111!11!!111111!!!!

then, after we all thought it was over, donald trump but shorter and oranger and even more unlikeable than before came in with a corndog in his mouth. “WHICH ONE OF YOU PIMPLE POPPERS FUCKED MY COUSIn”

Notes:

SHAKE YOUR BODY DONT P oOp DONT PiS s

Series this work belongs to:

Part 1 of MAKE UR DREAMS COME TRUE

[thehollowprince]

Slightly random TFATWS question here, but I'd be interested in your take on it. If the point of the supersoldier serum is that it essentially amplifies your existing qualities and makes you More of what you already were - as Erskine says, good becomes better, bad becomes worse - then how would you say it's affected Bucky? His actions as the WS were the result of Hydra's brainwashing, not the serum, and he doesn't seem to be affected by it in the way Walker or even the Flagsmashers are.

It's difficult to say for a variety of contributing factors.

Factor #1: Steve Rogers (and Johann Schmidt)

It's important to remember that both Steve and Red Skull were the only two that got Erskine's serum directly. And, if Schidmt got the same style of treatment as Steve did, then they were both the only two that we saw who got multiple doses of the serum, as seen below...

Steve was also the only one we saw who got the combination serum + Howard Stark's Hottie Machine, so we don't know what effect that tech might have had on administering the serum.

Every other person that we saw (or didnt see) had a single dosage of a modified serum - an attempt at recreating Erskine's original success. Such as, the Flag Smashers...

... or John Walker...

... or even the five other Winter Soldiers.

The only exception to this that I can remember was Emil Blonsky from the Incredible Hulk (I know we all try to forget that movie), because he had multiple doses over multiple treatments of whatever version of the serum Ross had cooked up trying to recreat Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner.

And much like Steve (and presumably Johann) it required extra steps to administer than just a shot or an IV drip, relying on Gamma Radiation to help "complete" the process.

The bottom line here is that, there have been no two versions of the serum that were the same that were administered in the same way. Steve Rogers was a unique occurrence in more than one way.

I also have a theory that the original serum was derived from the heart-shaped herb from Wakanda, given the similarities between the two when it comes to the enhanced physicality.

Maybe Erskine and Schmidt got their hands on an herb and refined it until it was just the physical (blue), excluding the more mystical attributes (red), such as the aspect that allowed Wakandan kings to communicate with their ancestors. (I have a theory about the heart-shaped herb, too, but I'll save that for another time)

It's also very important to remember that the only super soldier to experience any kind of major side effects was Schmidt.

No other super soldier looked like this

Factor #2: Hydra

Aside from the fact that Bucky didn't receive the same super soldier serum as the others, but whatever concoction that Zola managed to cook up in his attempt to recreate the serum (interesting to note that Schmidt seemed to take a more hands off approach to this, choosing instead to focus on the Tesseract and it's capabilities). As such, Bucky, as we saw him in The First Avenger, didn't exhibit any of the enhanced physical capabilities (or even an enhanced physicality) that Steve did after his experiment. In fact, the only evidence we have to confirm that Bucky had received some version of the serum was the fact that he survived the fall from the train, which we didn't get confirmed until The Winter Soldier.

The combination of Hydra having Bucky for over seventy years and him not presenting any attributes of the super soldier serum until after all says to me that he went through more experiments once he was back in their care, possibly some of the precursors to what they did during the Red Room and Black Widow programs.

Factor #3: Psychological

Now this last one is just my hypothesis, which is what you asked for, but I wanted to get the other variables out of the way first.

My personal opinion here is that, despite what Erskine said, I don't believe there is a psychological aspect to the serum. It is purely physical. The psychological component to these experiments - how the recipients handled their newfound power - was down to the individual. Steve Rogers didn't go through any radical ideology or personality shift. He was the same scrappy kid from Brooklyn who stood up to bullies and refused to back down from a fight, except now he had the muscle to back it up.

Same with John Walker, as controversial as that may sound. We had three whole episodes with Walker before he took the serum, and in that time, we already saw he was quick to anger and had aggressive tendencies. All the serum did was give him the power to back it up.

Earlier, he and Lemar were talking about what they could have done with the serum, saving their fellow soldiers, and we saw in the immediate follow up that Walker was trying to rationalize what happened, telling Sam and Bucky that he had to do it, that he killed a terrorist. That kind of mindset isn't something that can come about over night. That was something conditioned into him by the military, something he later shouted at them during his disciplinary hearing, telling them he was what they made him to be.

The Flag Smashers were fighting for what they believed in, for those the world forgot after the Snap (I refuse to call it The Blip, I'm sorry), and suddebly they had the muscle to stand up against those who would push them down.

Karli in particular was a scared kid backed into a corner, lashing out. Was a lot of what she did was wrong? Absolutely, but she wanted to send a message and used the only means that the governments hellbent on suppressing them seemed to understand. And, as we saw after that first bombing, this extremism wasn't shared by all the Flag Smashers.

It's like all those shows or movies or books where a mousy wallflower is given superpowers or turned into a vampire or werewolf and suddenly they have the power to push back against their oppressors. A great example of this would be the three werewolves introduced in season two of Teen Wolf, those being Isaac, Erica and Boyd, who all went from being shy loners to being cocky and arrogant because they had the power to stand up for themselves physically now.

You give someone power and you'll see who they really are.

To circle back around to the point I've been trying to make (sorry for the scenic route), it's that Bucky never showed any sign of extremism, whether for good or evil. And that had to do with a combination of who he was as a person - he was more or a follower, latching on to Steve and Sam as his guiding star - and Hydra's machinations and manipulations during his time as the Winter Soldier. By the time he was finally free of them, he just wanted to be by himself and deal (or not deal) with his various traumas.

The Bucky that we met at the beginning of The First Avenger was very quickly buried under war and tragedy. Who he was, because of what he went through, changed. And I think that was the point Erskine was trying to make, though he definitely could have worded it better. The serum makes you more of who you really are, shows your true colors, not because of any chemical response, but because of how power has been prioritized in society. The notion that you don't have to fear physical repercussions anymore, because who's strong enough to stop you?

[malfoys-demigod]

Jasper Hale - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: A usual movie night at Rossi’s makes the girls, including you, show your heart eyes for someone that is NOT Spencer Reid. 

A/N: May I bring in MR. JASPER HALE 🥵into the picture because aside from Spencer, I simp for my imaginary vampire boyfriend. If your Team Edward, Jacob, Emmet or anyone else, then for this one time, you’re Team Jasper. Just a short work! Also the movie recently turned 10 years old so please give it some love and stream!

Usually a day or two before Rossi’s movie nights, he’d already announce to the team what movies he’ll be showing on that night and usually you’d all groan at the boring movies he’d take interest in. But this time, he never said anything about the movie for this week. Whenever somebody would ask him about it, he’d shrug and say, “Find out for yourself.” 

You, Penelope, Emily, and JJ were anxious, begging Rossi to give them hints. He finally gave them one a day before. “It’s something you girls would like. I’m pretty sure you’ve seen the whole set so we’re skipping to the third movie for no reason.” he said winking at you all. 

As you drove to Rossi’s house, you were greeted by the same girls who have been on the edge of their seats, waiting for you. “FINALLY! You’re the last one to arrive. Why didn’t you and your boyfriend arrive together?” Penelope whining and pointing at Spencer. “I had to go to my place and change.” you shrugged. “But I’m here now so what are we watching, Rossi?” you said turning to the host who sat on the other couch. “Twilight: Eclipse” he calmly said, waiting for reactions. “Figured you girls would like it.”

Penelope: FIGURED?? After all those boring movies from the prehistoric age?! You FINALLY FIGURED?

Emily and JJ: Glad to be reliving the time when the entire female population of this country went wild over the franchise 

The rest of the guys: *groan except for Spencer who has NEVER heard of Twilight.*

You: You’re so in for a treat boys, especially you Spence but we’re so watching the first 2 movies at home so you can catch up.

-- 

Throughout the movie, you and the girls did nothing but scream like a teenage girl every time you’d see your favorite character. Penelope screamed every time Jacob was there, especially when he was shirtless, Emily and JJ fighting over Edward but later on drooling together over him, and there you were blessed that it was Eclipse that Rossi was showing. It had the most screen time in all movies for your favorite character, Jasper Hale. He was your fictional crush during your high school days and seeing him again on screen made you have butterflies flying around your stomach. So every time you’d see Jasper, every time you’d gush. Every time you’d tell the girls how hot he was, every time your boyfriend Spencer would grow jealous, so jealous that Rossi, Hotch, and Derek would see him grip on Rossi’s Italian leather couch. He couldn’t stand to hear you say things such as, “What a hottie.”, “I’d kill to hear him call my sweetheart, darling, and anything else with his cute southern accent.”, or “Jasper Hale is something else indeed.”

As the movie finished, you and the girls stood up and walked over to Rossi’s kitchen to get more wine for yourselves, leaving the boys watch over a jealous Reid. Rossi stood up to finally check if Spencer did anything to his Italian leather. Seeing nothing has been damaged, he sighed in relief, “Thank god you didn’t do anything to my Italian leather, kid. Better control yourself next time.” he snickered playfully patting him on the shoulder and leaving the movie room with Hotch. 

“Looks like you got competition with another pretty boy, kid.” Derek smirked looking at Spencer who sat beside him. “He has the same hair figure as you, kiddo.” ruffling Reid’s hair, making him more upset. “Do you think she likes him more than me?” he sadly turned to face Morgan. “Course not. If she did, she would have asked Garcia to find out where the actor resided and knocked on his door, professing her love to him. But she’s with you that’s what matters.” Derek replied, giving him a sympathetic look. 

“He’s right, Spence.” you said, listening to their conversation by the door frame. “I could’ve had the chance to stalk him and ask him to be the love of my life, but you see, you’re the love of my life. I’m in love with YOU. There’s so much to love about you even if you’re not immortal, equipped with vampire fighting skills, or a hot southern accent. I’m yours forever and ever.” you cheekily smiled, opening yourself for a hug. 

Spencer stood up, hugging you back and playing with your hair. “Forever and ever.” he whispered to your ear.

[megan-is-mia]

hi! can I req vil with no. 2 from smothering list? I just think that his costume fits that one really well! thx before

(You’re very right this prompt matches the vampy boi to a Tee!) 2. “What do you mean it hurts? If it hurts, it’s because you’re struggling!” (Yandere! Vil Schoenheit x Fem! S/o)

The noise of the party was making (Y/n)’s head hurt. She didn't know why she had let her friends convince her to come with them in the first place. Crowded spaces, loud music, and lots of people all made for her worst nightmare. She stumbled around the edge of the room looking for somewhere, anywhere to sit down. Eventually, with a defeated sigh she made do with leaning against the wall and sliding down into a slump against the cool tile.

“Well, what do we have here? Do my eyes deceive me or is there a wilting rose against this wall?” a smooth male voice said, causing (Y/n) to lift her head to see who was speaking. The man before her was like none she’d ever seen before. So beautiful, so poised, everything about him just oozed sophistication. She stared at him dumbly for a long moment before she realized he’d been speaking to her. “Nah, I’m no rose. Wilting or otherwise but I appreciate the compliment” (Y/n) said with a weak laugh at the young man. “So do you use that line on all the girls you find slumped over against the wall at a party or am I just special?” she asked with another weak laugh. Really she just wanted to be left alone but she couldn't force herself to be rude to this pretty stranger no matter how hard she tried. “Please do not get the wrong idea, I am not one for idle flattery. When I give a compliment it is only because it is the truth that must be said” the stranger said suddenly dropping into a crotch before (Y/n) as he smiled toothily at her. If she wasn't suffering from how overwhelming everything at the party was she might have taken notice of how unnaturally pointy the young man’s canine teeth were. “Well sorry to disappoint you, but whatever you’re trying to do I’m not interested. I just want to find my friends and go home so i can sleep this awful party off” (Y/n) said with a shrug. “I’m sure there are plenty of other girls here you could work your magic on that’d be happy for the attention from a hottie like you” she added, the last part slipping out of her lips before she could stop it and getting her a chuckle from the stranger. “Well why don't I help you find your friends then?” the young man said grabbing (Y/n)’s wrists and pulling her to her feet as he also stood up. “No point arguing with me, I can't in good conscience leave such a pretty maiden to fend for herself” he declared firmly before she could open her mouth to protest. “By the way, I didn’t catch your name before” the stranger added as they began walking around the party looking for (Y/n)’s friends. “I didn’t give it to you, besides isn't it polite to give your own name before asking other people their names?” (Y/n) said sharply and received a light squeeze from the young man as he held her arm in his. “(Y/n), my name’s (Y/n). Now it's only fair that you tell me your name as well. I don't want my friends asking me about you later and only having cute blonde guy as my answer to them” she added reluctantly after a few moments of silence.

“(Y/n) what a pretty name for a pretty girl. As you said it is only fair that I give you my name in return” the stranger said coming to a sudden stop and cupping a hand to (Y/n)’s ear. “I am called Vil Schoenheit” he whispered before dropping his hand and resumed guiding the girl around the room as they continued the search for her missing friends. They didn’t have any luck, and eventually (Y/n) let out a sigh. “They must have gone home without me, damn” (Y/n) said with a huff of annoyance. “They were my ride home from this place, now I’ll have to get an uber or something” she went on pulling out her phone from her purse only to find it dead as a doornail. “That's weird, I could have sworn it was at 62% when we left for this party” she added after a moment feeling her stomach twisting anxiously. “I can take you home, fortunately I brought my own transportation to this event” Vil said with a grin. “Don’t try to make excuses, I don't mind helping out a pretty girl like you” he added once again, preventing (Y/n) from getting a chance to protest the decision he made. The girl reluctantly let herself be led outside into the back of a fancy looking car where Vil joined her after speaking to someone upfront for a moment. The car revved soft as it shifted into motion. (Y/n) felt her stomach twisting even tighter than before. The back seat was dark and she had no idea how close Vil was sitting to her until his arms were around her waist and he was pulling her into his lap. She tried to struggle against him, but his arms were like iron bars and she quickly ran out of energy to fight the position she’d been forced into. “You’re very pretty you know, and you smell delicious” Vil said in a low voice, his breath making the hair on the back of (Y/n)’s neck stand up. “So delicious, like a dash of confectioner’s sugar on a cookie” he added his teeth pressing lightly on the nape of the girl’s neck almost puncturing the flesh but not quite yet. Vil wanted to savor the moment, this delicate moment before he feasted on this foolish girl’s blood. Finally, he could wait no longer and dug in, drinking greedily.

(Y/n)’s neck felt like it was on fire, pain coursing through her system like a bolt of lightning as Vil consumed her blood as if he were enjoying a glass of fine wine. She tried to pull his arms off of her waist but if she had been weak before, the lack of blood made her as strong as a newborn baby. “Please, please it hurts! Please stop! It hurts so much” she begged pitifully still trying to get free of the vampire’s hold. “What do you mean it hurts?” Vil said softly, pulling away from her neck for a moment to lick over the puncture wounds he’d made with his fangs. “If it hurts, it’s because you’re struggling. If you’d just hold still like a good girl perhaps it wouldn’t hurt as much” he scolded before digging his fangs into the crook of her neck now. (Y/n) went limp, giving up the fight, and was rewarded with a hand being run gently through her hair. The petting helped take her mind of the biting and bloodsucking. It didn't get rid of the intense pain by any stretch of the imagination, but it was something pleasant she could focus on instead to help distract herself from the horrifying experience. Eventually, Vil was satisfied and pulled away from her neck again but did not stop petting her hair as he began peppering kisses across the uninjured side of her neck. “There, there you did a good job (Y/n). A very good job indeed, if your blood wasn't so divine I might be tempted to let you go as a reward for being so compliant. However, I think I will be keeping you on as my new bloodbag” Vil said softly nuzzling (Y/n)’s collarbone and sighing contentedly. “As my bloodbag you’ll be at my beck and call, if you try to fight me I will be forced to punish you” he added with a dangerous ring to his voice. “In return for performing this service to me, you will be well cared for at my mansion and never want for anything ever again. Do I make myself totally clear?” Vil said curtly as he wound his fingers tightly into (Y/n)’s hair as she weakly nodded her consent to the arrangement. “Good we should be home in a little while, you may sleep until we get there if you so wish” he added softly. (Y/n) let her eyes fall shut, she’d deal with this supernatural mess after she got some sleep…

THE END

[youralternantpersonality]

Invitation

Seth x Reader: Invitation

Warning: Harassment and sexual innuendos. Alcohol consumption of the girls of the wolf pack gang.

All the girls are the same age for this story (and every story I make).

“Invitation” by Ashnikko ft Kodie Shane

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All we wanted was a girl’s night out; a night where we don’t get groped, harassed or stalked. Is that so hard to ask? Emily, Clair, Kim, Rachel, Leah, Aliza (Embry’s imprint), and I all went to a bar in Port Angeles to get away from, well, everything. The Vampire Mafia war ended and just wanted a day to calm our nerves without the guys. But can we get a night where it could just be a bunch of girls having fun? No, because why would it (note to sarcasm)?

Fuck you mean you need it

He said he needs it or he'll die Touching on my inner thigh Dirty seedy kinda guy His castration would be nice And I'm just cruising on my bike Summertime, my T-shirt tight He say I'm the type he like Like I'm a biscuit he could bite

I can't even wear my skin Without them asking where I've been Without them asking for a spin This is not an invitation

Our outfits where tight and colorful, our heels were as high as they can get, our hair and makeup were done to perfection, and when we walked in, our confidence was through the roof into the galaxy. We went to the bar to take shots and, of course, a creep decided to hit on Aliza. He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. Emily reacted faster than us and his drunk ass fell to the floor. So, we took our drinks to a table in the corner.

This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you RSVPed? I don't need a reason This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you need it?

I could be lickin' on a lolly Dolled up like a dolly Short skirt lil hottie Don't you comment on my body Put a jiggle in my titties I can giggle like 'em silly Call me prudish call me bitchy Knock you out without a semi

When the alcohol settled and the music entered our atmosphere, we went out to the dance floor. Different music of all genres started flowing through. It was packed filled with people and you can feel the body heat of the person next to you.

All we were doing was dancing in our world and a few guys grabbed Leah, me, and Kim from behind. We pushed them away from us and kept minding our own business. The song “Back that Ass Up” came on and, of course, that is what some of us did. Emily (by surprise), Clair, Aliza, and I all back it up. And like the true friends they are, Kim, Rachel, and Leah were behind us laughing as we dance in unison to the song. But that was short-lived.

I can't even wear my skin Without them asking where I've been Without them asking for a spin This is not an invitation

This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you RSVPed? I don't need a reason This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you need it?

We went back to the bar to get my drinks. We cheered and laughed, talking among ourselves. That’s when I felt a hand go up to my back thigh to my ass and you best fucking believe I slapped the absolute shit out of the guy who did it. But to my surprise, it was a female. And that just pissed us off even more. We all gave her and her friends the “stank face” that said back the hell up, took our shots and went back on the floor.

This is not an invitation She like to talk a lot, when I pull up, can't say shit I don't want that girl because she can't be patient Come with me right now we about to switch locations So fuck with me you need it I ain't fucking with these boys I got my reasons Diamonds on me just like lights they change the seasons I think you gotta do way more if you wanna please me Diamonds look like water on my girl it look like Fiji Diamonds freeze me now forever diamonds 3D She can see me VVS just like the TV just me and AZ You know it's not debating, you can't replace me

The DJ played a Latin Mix and, of course, we all playfully acted gay for one another. We laughed and had fun as any person would. But the line was drawn when we were leaving. We called Sam and Paul to come and get us (mind you, it’s 2 am at this time) and that we’d be waiting outside near the bar door. All we were doing was standing there, taking selfies, and blasting each other on Snapchat. But apparently, that’s not acceptable either.

This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you RSVPed? I don’t need a reason This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you need it?

Leah and I had snapped. We were the tallest and strongest out of the six of us and when a group of guys started to harass Kim, Rachel, and Emily we were over it. All we wanted to do was enjoy our girl’s night out and we can’t even do that. So, you bet your ass we walked up on them and pushed them from them. They acted as if they were going to fight us, and they probably would’ve, had it not been for the two wolves’ behind them grabbing them faster than they could register.

Paul and Sam twist their arms around their back to the point where the bastards fell to their knees begging for them to stop. It was amusing honestly. And like Leah and myself natural behavior, we looked at each other, smiled, and kicked them in the balls. Should we have? No, but after tonight, we didn’t care too much. After Sam and Paul let them go, we went home and the whole time we went back to being a bunch of girls consumed with alcohol who were singing beyond off-key to every song that came on the radio.

When we pulled up to the house and all the guys came out looking worried. I guess Paul called them to tell them what happened because the doors opened, and we were helped and asked multiple questions. We all looked at each other and continued to laugh and sing to a song we didn’t finish singing. Even if Leah burned off all the alcohol due to her body heat, I was glad she was still able to soberly intoxicated as we kind of were.

“Babe! Are you okay!? Paul told us what happened?” Seth asked. Man…I love him. I hugged him and kissed his chest.

“I love you, Seth. You’re pretty and nice to be around.” He laughs and instead of responding he picks me up and carries me bridal style to his and Leah’s place. Who, by the way, is piggy-back riding on Jacob because, you know, why not? Emily and Rachel were trying to run from Sam and Paul while Clair, Kim, and Aliza were spinning together singing “It’s Raining Men.”

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck did you guys consume!?” Jared asked watching all the imprints and our inability to have control of what is going on.

“Jared! Language!” Emily tried to stay serious. Sam took that chance to grab Emily and haul her over his shoulder. Rachel saw it and said,

“NO! Emily!” then proceeded to run to grab her hand as if that was going to do anything. Paul followed Sam and grabbed Rachel. Somehow, they were able to grab each other’s hands and acted as if they were trying to save the other life.

“I got you, Emily!”

“Don’t let go!” Emily screamed.

“Damnit, Rachel! Seriously?” Paul said laughing.

“Oh, this is great footage. I can’t wait to show you guys tomorrow.” Brady said standing next to Collin who was laughing at the scene.

“What! Wait! Get my good side!” Leah screamed.

“But both sides are your good side!” I replied.

“Awe…thank you bunny!!!” we both laugh.

“Brady, send us a copy of this in the group text,” Embry said watching Aliza carefully so she doesn’t fall.

“No problem,” He said. Yeah, that night was good.

Masterlist

[deejadabbles]

Spells of Defiance (Atem x Reader x Yugi) Chapter 7

Seven: Domestic

One //// Two //// Three //// Four //// Five //// Six //// Seven //// [Eight coming soon]

Summary: The Circle of Magicians protects the world from rogue, murderous fey. The police who keep bloodsuckers and flesh-eaters in check. You’ve hunted vampires for years, earning a reputation as one of the best magicians in that field; but what happens when an encounter with a particular vampire makes your already fragile loyalties split? Supernatural/Demon Hunter AU. Vampire!Atem x Reader x Incubus!Yugi (yes, a polyamorous relationship). Warnings for cursing, vulgar language, violence, and some sexual themes.

With new leads that may possibly go somewhere, you, the boys and, Anzu ate your greasy meals contently, the conversation taking on a much more casual air as the night went on. You learned a bit more about Atem and Yugi’s past with Joey and Anzu, both friends having been close to Yugi before Atem entered the picture. The stories were...embarrassing to say the least, Yugi had taken to hiding his now scarlet face behind his hand, and Atem found the ceiling very interesting as he avoided all the smirks and winks.

“You should have seen how smitten Yugi was after he met our vampire here,” Joey winked again before taking a swig of his beer, continuing once he set it back down with a clink. “I’ll admit, I was a bit suspicious of Atem at first. Was worried some old ass vampire was taking advantage of my best bud, but he proved he was a good one pretty quick.”

Anzu cut in with a smile, also thoroughly ignoring the blushing couple they were talking about. “I think what really convinced us was that they weren’t even dating at first, Atem just started hanging around Yugi- and us, at first and eventually it turned into something more between them. Still, we were ready if Atem broke Yugi’s heart, or worse.”

With a subtle shift in his seat and a scratch to the back of his head, Atem leaned a bit closer to you and whispered, “What Anzu is electing to leave out of her story, is that she threatened to perform a ritual on me that would repeatedly turn my insides to ash, should I ever hurt Yugi.”

You snorted into your drink, having to lean back and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as your shoulders shook. Yes, there were some nasty curses a magic-user could place on someone, but you weren’t sure you had ever heard of one quite like that.

The witch in question simply shrugged with a smirk, “What can I say, no one messes with my boy and gets away with it.” She winked over at a blushing Yugi, who promptly covered his other cheek with the palm of his hand.

“And I do not blame you in the slightest, Anzu,” Atem conceded with a nod of his head.

“You know, I’m not some baby who needs protection,” Yugi mumbled, but the slight smile on his face gave his real thoughts on the matter away.

Once the conversation lapsed for a moment, Anzu, who had her interested gaze on you, took that opportunity to bring up an adjacent topic. “So what about your friends? I’ll admit I’m pretty curious how you met Mai, or did you just wander in here one day and slowly strike up a friendship with her?”

You took another long drink (now that your laughing fit was done) and contemplated the question. “Actually, I met her long before she got this place,” you started after swallowing. Everyone at the table had their eyes on you, interested given that none of you had heard about your past much, not even Yugi and Atem. Careful not to reveal anything that Mai might not want known, you continued. “Back when I was younger and still training under an older magician, I came across a vampire who...lets just say he had taken an interest in Mai, and wasn’t very picky on if she had any interest in him in turn. The vampire in question was off-limits to the Circle, something about him being an old and valuable contact to them, so when I brought it to their attention, they told me not to worry about it. Well, I didn’t like that idea, so I snuck out of the sanctuary in a disguise with a plan to protect Mai. When I caught up with her the vampire had already made his move on her- and she was actually kicking his ass as good as any human could with no weapons on her. I joined the fight and we apprehended him together. A choppy memory wiping spell later and Mai was free of the creep.”

Atem, who was once again wearing a bit of a stony face, looked as though he was going to chime in, but that moment was when Mai once again made her presence known with a flurry of golden curls as she took a seat beside the table. “She telling you about how we first met? That’s a pretty wild story, my girl here was only fourteen at the time- but she was like a lioness when she beat the crap out of that fanged creep!” Mai’s eyes glanced over at Atem with a lazy wave of her hand, “No offense towards you, honey.”

The vampire hadn’t looked at all offended- until she addressed him, which caused him to raise an eyebrow as Mai went on like the force of nature she was.

“I didn’t know anything about the fey world until that night, but being jumped by a vampire in the dead of night, then saved by a kid slinging fire kind of threw me into the deep end overnight.” Mai then wagged a teasing finger at you, “She told me to forget the whole thing ever happened, but I’m a persistent bitch and followed her for five city blocks, asking her questions until she finally caved and agreed to answer them over a midnight meal.”

“Don’t forget the part where you threatened to flag down a passing officer and tell him I was a runaway minor if I didn’t start answering your questions…” you amended dryly, though now the memory did amuse you.

“Hey, a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do,” Mai admitted with a wink.

Her eyes lingered on you for a moment, and you saw the way the emotion in them shifted a bit at the memory of that fateful meal. She was likely remembering how...troubling it was to meet a jaded fourteen-year-old who talked about killer vampires, coniferous demons, and child-stealing monsters as lightly as human girls that age would talk about boys or outings with their friends. You hadn’t understood at the time, the wrongful aspects of your upbringing still seeming rather normal, but through Mai’s friendship, your eyes slowly began to open. In many ways, Mai had taught you far more than you had ever taught her.

The lingering look only lasted for a moment though, before Mai looked back at the table at large and continued. “After that, I became pretty entrenched in the Fey scene, especially after my girl here gave me tips on how to handle the dangerous ones. Seeing how many other humans knew about the Fey world is what inspired me to open this bar, a place where everyone can get along, and if they don’t, well,” she flicked a blond curl over her shoulder with a smug grin, “you saw what happened with the minotaur.”

“That was pretty cool, I’ll admit it,” Joey conceded with a nod, though he quickly turned the conversation back a page or two, “So, what happened with the creep vamp? The Circle seems to ignore a lot more of them than I thought, considering what we saw at Pegasus’ place.”

Your eyes shifted back down to your drink, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze in the moment. It was true, there was a shortlist of vampires who had used their centuries of life to find the best ways to deal with the Circle, to get away with their dirty deeds despite the fact that magicians often persecuted lesser fey criminals- and persecuted them with a vengeance, you may add.

Finally, you said, “Remember how I mentioned a choppy memory wiping spell? I had originally intended to just wipe Mai from his memory, so he’d leave her alone- as well as forget that he saw me. Well, the spell wasn’t as precise as I meant it to be, and I wiped more than Mai from his memory. He wasn’t valuable to the Circle after that and he was thrown into a cell the next time he went after a human. I knew they suspected my hand in his...condition, but they never really bothered pursuing the issue.”

The table remained quiet, and another uncomfortable heat pricked across your neck as you continued to stare into your drink. After a few beats though, Yugi obviously took pity on you and moved the awkward moment along.

“At least there was someone in the Circle who cared about protecting Mai, and now look where she is!”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him smile brightly at the woman in question, and she flashed a smile back. “You know, I’m surprised I’ve never seen you boy's here before, couples like you are just my kind of clientele!” Mai said, also moving the conversation along as she leaned in and looked Yugi and Atem over with interest.

Yugi gave a nervous chuckle, “Well, bars aren’t really our thing, but now that we know about the place we’ll probably come here more.”

“Which brings me to why I wandered back over here- besides to chat, that is,” Mai cut in, always with that sure tone.

She pulled a flyer from her lap and set it on the table, aiming the colorful ad mostly towards you and Anzu, though the boys could see it as well. You heard Jonouchi give a splutter, choking on his drink just as your own eyes went wide and Anzu let out an amused giggle. “Boys Boys Boys!” was written in bold, pink text across the top, catching an onlooker’s eye only second to the image at the center of the page. Said image was of a horned man, wearing only a bowtie and a devious smile, his prominent muscles on full display as he flexed his arms and aimed his oil-slicked body in perfect view of the camera. The only reason the image wasn’t full-on pornographic was because his waist was cut off by the end of the page, just a hair short of revealing his...well...

“We’re having some hot male dancers here in about two weeks, and all of you are invited! But you,” she wagged her finger in your direction, “ have to come! I don’t think you’d know fun if it bit you in the ass! ...And, some of these hotties might do just that, for you.”

When she let out a laugh at her own joke you sank into your seat just a bit, ignoring Anzu’s humored smile. “...I know how to have fun,” you mumbled, feeling your face go hot.

Anzu’s look changed to one that might have been sympathetic, if it weren’t for the glint in her eyes. “Oh, don’t you worry, Mai, she’ll be there, I’ll make sure of it! I was already planning on taking her out for a girl’s night some time anyway.”

How Anzu already felt comfortable enough around you to drag you to a strip show was beyond you. But, you supposed you had no real objections. Even if you did say no Mai would just pester you until you agreed.

“Boys are free to come too,” Mai went on, eyes trailing over Yugi and Atem who were both staring down at the flyer as if they had never seen the likes of it before. “Though I’ll warn you, the dancing crew will probably try to recruit a cute little incubus like you, Yugi.”

The incubus in question flushed even redder under the comment, “They’d be wasting their time, I’m a terrible dancer.”

“Oh, hon, trust me, they wouldn’t be paying attention to your dancing, so long as you’re wearing tight pants,” Mai said with another laugh.

Yugi actually chuckled along with her, and you noticed him and Atem sharing a look, though you couldn’t quite read what passed between them. Your attention was soon caught up with something else however, as Mai said your name.

“You, me, and Anzu will definitely have to go shopping so you have the perfect outfit for the occasion!”

That actually made you grumble, “I can’t be going out too much. We’re still on the hunt for Marik, and the distractions should be kept to a minimum.”

“You’re allowed to have a life outside of hunting criminals,” Yugi said, tone laced in concern as his brows knitted together.

You shifted in your seat again and darted your eyes towards Atem, thinking that he might agree with you, but to your surprise-

“Yugi has a point. Spending time with friends is important, and our mission to end Marik can’t be the thing that consumes our every waking moment.”

You blinked almost owlishly at him, but he only gave you a small smile in answer. The smile actually surprised you a bit, he had been a bit swing-like with his mood that night after all. Not that you could blame him.

“It’s settled then!” Mai practically cheered, “We’ll get together sometime next week and go shopping.”

Joey, who had been rather quiet during most of this, muttered something about avoiding the bar on “crazy girl nights” before taking another drink of his beer. He jumped when Anzu gave his ribs a good jab for the comment, and he threw her a wary look as he scooted as far away from her as the booth seat would allow. The scene actually made you smile as Anzu ignored his reproachful looks.

Maybe some distractions from the investigation wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe.

The next morning Yugi woke early. Earlier than he usually would, but he wanted to make sure to get a head start of breakfast, after the pendulum of moods that filled yesterday, he wanted you, him, and Atem to start this day out right!

As Yugi stretched, rather cat-like, under the blankets, his eyes drifted over to his boyfriend and couldn’t help but smile. Atem looked peaceful as he slept, arms tucked under the pillows and half his face buried. At Yugi’s movements, the vampire shifted just a bit, mumbling something sleepy as he scooted over and pulled Yugi’s pillow closer. The incubus waited a moment, making sure that Atem was not only still asleep, but that him sneaking out of bed wouldn’t disturb his cozy vampire.

Once the snoozing Atem gave a sigh and pressed his face into Yugi’s pillow, Yugi smiled at the scene. Then he leaned in, placing the lightest kiss on Atem’s temple before starting the painfully slow process of slithering out of bed in a way that wouldn’t wake his boyfriend.

Once he was tiptoeing down the hallway he finally let out the long yawn he had been holding in and stretched his back even more as he entered the kitchen. A fruit bar with waffles, yes, that would be a perfect breakfast! Yugi hummed to himself as he searched the cabinets for his old waffle iron, however, just as he was about to flap his wings for the boost needed to reach the top shelf above the sink, he heard something that caught his attention.

Someone was in the backyard.

Curious, Yugi walked to the nearest window that overlooked the back porch and yard, recognizing the sound of grunts and some thudding as he got closer. He almost sighed with relief when he pulled back the curtains and saw you down below. Well, he was relieved, then a bit surprised to find you up so early. Another second of staring and he realized what exactly you were doing, apparently you thought it prudent to keep your combat skills sharp.

You were moving in hard, yet graceful gestures, hands cutting through the air in precise hits, body dodging an invisible enemy with fluid motions, and legs occasionally sweeping in powerful kicks. Your tanktop was a cut-off, revealing a chest and stomach that was well-toned for fighting demons, and the sweat covering said body said that you had been doing these exercises for a while now.

Yugi bit his lip at the way the lean muscles of your arms showed with every punch and how nice your legs looked whenever you gave another powerful kick. His eyes started lingering somewhere they really shouldn’t be, and he had just told himself to take his eyes off your rear when-

“Enjoying the view?”

The call from behind made Yugi’s heart leap into his throat. The incubus might never get used to how quiet his vampire was, and wondered how on earth he hadn’t sensed Atem looking over his shoulder.

“Don’t scare me like that!” Yugi scolded as Atem leaned back so he wasn’t burned by the rays of sun coming in through the window.

Atem smirked, “Better be careful, my love, she might get embarrassed if she catches you spying on her.”

Yugi flushed at the wink his boyfriend gave him, “I wasn’t- I mean I was just thinking about taking her something to drink. She looks hot.”

Yugi wanted to slap himself at the unintentional double entendre, especially when Atem’s smirk turned to a grin that flashed his fangs. With a scoff at his boyfriend’s silent teasing, Yugi turned and went back into the kitchen. He wasn’t lying, not really. After all, he had stared long enough to see that you didn’t seem to have anything to hydrate with, and if it wasn’t for being...distracted the thought would have come to him sooner.

Atem leaned against the counter as Yugi poured a tall glass of lemonade, “What has you up so early anyway, Aibou?”

“I was going to make us a nice breakfast. After the day we had yesterday I thought…” he shrugged, “I just wanted us to start the day nice. I thought even you would eat if I laid out the rest of the fruit in the fridge.”

He heard Atem give a small hum of appreciation, then take two steps, and suddenly arms were snaking around his waist.

“That’s very sweet, my love, I would adore some breakfast.”

Yugi let out a small noise akin to a moan as Atem’s breath ghosted across his neck, the vampire letting out a content sigh as he held Yugi a bit tighter.

“Or, if you’re hungry for something else, that’s okay too.” Yugi offered in a whisper and tilted his head just a bit so his neck was more exposed.

He felt Atem stiffen a bit behind him. “No, Aibou, you gave me plenty last night.” The vampire placed a gentle kiss on the spot where he had bitten Yugi the night before, a tender affection that no doubt helped ease Atem’s conscience. “You know I refuse to take too much from you, no matter how good you taste.”

“Does her blood taste good too?” the question was out before Yugi even knew it was on his lips. He wasn’t even sure why he asked it and felt his face getting hot as he felt stupid for the inquiry. Atem pulled away a bit and Yugi looked over his shoulder at him, “It’s okay, I saw the memory of you in the cell at the Sanctuary, when she let you feed on her so you’d have plenty of strength to escape.” Another beat of uncomfortable silence, then Yugi went on as he averted his eyes. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, I don’t even know why I did. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Atem’s views on drinking from live subjects were...messy, to put it simply. Yugi had spent the first year of their relationship convincing Atem that he didn’t mind the occasional bite, and even now Atem got touchy about the subject at times. Still, Yugi tried to shift Atem’s perspective on the matter, after all, Yugi technically fed from Atem every time they made love, and he thought it was only fair that he gave Atem a little something too. Not only that, but Atem had lived long enough to learn how to harness his blood lust. He knew how much animal blood he needed to drink to prevent any loss in his self-control, to prevent the blood of his loved ones- or even total strangers from looking too tempting to resist. That control, however, was likely a lesson hard-won.

“Yes.”

Yugi blinked at the reply, having assumed that Atem would move the conversation along like nothing had happened, as he sometimes did when uncomfortable topics arose. When Yugi again looked up at Atem, the vampire was staring at anything that wasn’t Yugi as his mind mulled over his next words.

“She...” his tongue darted out, licking his lips for the smallest second before he shook his head. “I hate thinking about it, but, her blood tasted like ambrosia to me…” Again Atem shook his head, more violently this time and he pulled away from Yugi completely, holding his face as he looked away, his other fist clenched at his side. “I’m disgusting,” he growled, “what kind of monster says that about a woman he admires so much?”

Yugi was by his side again in an instant, taking Atem’s paling fist in his hands. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he whispered tilting his head so Atem had little choice but to meet his eyes. “You’re not disgusting, Atem. And you’re not a monster. A monster would have killed her for her blood- or at least tried to. And a disgusting man wouldn’t think about anything besides her blood, he wouldn’t admire her for anything else- you do! You see so much more in her. You can’t...you can’t help how her blood tastes to you.”

“Aibou.” The word came out like a broken whisper and in an instant Yugi was pulling him in, wrapping his arms around Atem and holding him close.

Yugi had lost count of the times they had conversations like these, of how many times he had to tell Atem that he wasn’t a monster or some dangerous animal. But Yugi didn’t care, he would remind Atem that he was the opposite a thousand more times if he had to, he would tell him every day if it meant setting Atem’s mind at ease.

Sometimes even someone as old as him just needed some reassurance.

You were slowly starting to regret not bringing some water or other beverage with you, especially as a dry itchiness started to needle at your throat as you swiped at the air with another kick. Usually, you wouldn’t have been so careless, but, the idea of rummaging through Yugi and Atem’s fridge and taking something without their knowledge still seemed...wrong somehow. You knew they likely wouldn’t mind, given that they kept insisting you call their home your home, but you weren’t quite...there yet.

A somersault leading into an uppercut later, and you were debating on just going back inside period. You’d been out there for two hours or so, and the boys were likely awake by now. Yes, that would be best, you had built up enough of a sweat that morning.

As you straightened into a more natural posture and began stretching your arms to stave off any aches, you heard the back door to the house slide open. You looked over and saw Yugi, who was wearing an adorable purple apron, walking towards you with a smile and a tall glass of lemonade.

“What an angel.”

You instantly stiffened at the thought, scolding yourself while also wondering where the comparison even came from! Just because Yugi looked adorable and was carrying something that might as well have been a godly treat to you in that moment, you still had no right to think anything like that! Hell, you had no right to think anything akin to that of either of the men who had taken you in.

“You’re already working hard,” Yugi commented with the smallest chuckle, “You looked thirsty so I brought you this.”

“Th-thank you!” you winced at the too loud tone you answered with, feeling heat that had nothing to do with your exercises crawling across your face. Hurriedly, likely too hurriedly, you took the lemonade from Yugi and started chugging it, wanting to avoid further humiliation.

Yugi blinked at the display, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled into the now half-empty glass, instantly regretting the quick drinking as your stomach clenched and ached. “Just tired. Had trouble sleeping last night.” It wasn’t a lie, the whole reason you were out here this early was to burn off some nervous energy.

The answer only made Yugi’s brow crease, “Are you sure you’re okay? If there’s anything you want to talk about, me and Atem are both good listeners. Or is the guest bed not comfortable enough? I think we have a different one in storage somewhere, we can-”

“It’s fine, Yugi,” you assured, wanting desperately to cover your hot face with your hands, “I’ve always had trouble sleeping. It’s nothing new, you don’t have to worry.”

The incubus stared at you for another long moment but must have decided to let the topic be and instead just nodded his head. “Okay, well, if you’re done out here, I’ve already started breakfast, I hope you like waffles!”

You took a second to think, “I don’t think I’ve ever had waffles, but if you’re making them I’m sure they’re good.” Still too embarrassed to smile at the comment, you just met his eyes and hoped this wouldn’t be another moment where he acted aghast by your lack of experiences.

On the contrary, he just answered you with a shy smile, “Well, not to brag but I’ve gotten pretty good at making them, so I know they won’t let you down.” He actually winked at you then and the heat in your cheeks kicked up a few notches even as he turned away and said, “Come up whenever you’re done, okay?”

Despite already having decided to go inside, you stood there in your confused, red-faced wallowing for a few more minutes after Yugi slid the door shut behind him. You’d had too many moments like this recently. Too many times when you faltered, became unsure of yourself and the feelings seeming to creep up from some unknown part of yourself. You told yourself it was natural, that your life had changed drastically not long ago. Still, this seemed to go deeper than even that…

You shook your head, trying to clear the suddenly deep musings. It wasn’t like you had time to analyze such things right now, so like all the times before, you stuffed them in a box deep within yourself, drained the last of your lemonade (ignored the twinge in your stomach) and started for the house.

By the time you made it upstairs the apartment was filled with a doughy scent and something else that was sweet. A tenseness that had been persisting in your shoulders seemed to ease a bit, especially when you peeked into the kitchen and saw the domestic scene. Yugi pouring batter into an iron of some sort, Atem at the opposite counter cutting some strawberries and bananas.

Atem glanced up from his work to smile at you, “Good morning. I hope you’ve built up an appetite.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that answered him even if you wanted to, “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Nope,” Yugi interjected, looking over his shoulder at you, “Breakfast will be ready soon, just sit down and rest for a bit!”

It felt odd to sit while the other two worked, but you didn’t see much point in debating the fact, so you simply took a seat at one of the bar stools that peered into the kitchen over the breakfast bar.

“How long have you been up training?” Atem asked.

You shrugged, “About two hours I guess. I wanted to get plenty of practice in, still trying to hone my spell casting now that my magician’s seal is gone.”

“Is it hard to do without the seal to focus the magic?” Yugi asked, again peering over his shoulder at you.

“Not hard, really, just a little more...untamed I guess. Takes more concentration. I’ll get the hang of it though. There's only so much magic I can do without drawing attention over that fence of yours, though, so I spent the last hour or so out there just brushing up on my combat.”

“Yes, Yugi noticed.”

At Atem’s smirking remark, Yugi actually turned and gave the vampire’s back a wide-eyed look of incredulity. Atem paid no mind, and just continued his chopping until Yugi turned back to his own work with a mutter you didn’t catch. The comment only confused you, so you opted to ignore the scene as the moment passed.

After that, there wasn’t much talk while the boys finished the meal, until Yugi asked which items of their fruit spread that you wanted, piled your plate full of them, and slid a plate full of those and two waffles over to you with a bottle of syrup for the three of you to share.

When the boys had settled down with their own plates (you were again surprised to find Atem eating, though it was just a bowl of fruits with sugar sprinkled on top) Yugi asked, “So, what’s the plan for today? You said that ghoul friend of yours had more information for you?”

You didn’t bother correcting the implication that Bonz was anything more than a contact, not only was it not worth it, but you were far too engrossed with the fluffy treat you had just bitten into. You had to actively push through the distraction of the new taste to answer Yugi, “Yeah, he wants to meet me today. At first he wanted to meet at night, but I called him and told him to meet me in the afternoon instead.”

“So, you’ll be going alone?” Atem asked, and you noted that he was trying to keep his tone even and devoid of any particular emotion.

You nodded, “I thought it would be the best way to save time. If he does have something of value to tell me, we’ll have plenty of time to investigate it together tonight.”

Obviously despite himself, Atem’s expression seemed to relax a bit at your own attempt to include him and Yugi in anything more than meeting your informant. “That sounds like a plan. Hopefully he has something of value, and he won’t just be wasting your time.”

All you could manage was a garbled hum in response, having taken another full bite of waffle as well as a fork full of some fruit. “This is really good,” you said after swallowing most of the mouthful.

Yugi chuckled, gathering some strawberries on his fork, “I’m glad you like it, we’ll just have to keep making more food you’ve never tried before,” he was smiling over at you and Atem, something soft playing in his eyes before he chuckled again and turned his attention back to his plate.

You caught Atem smirking at the comment as well, though he had the grace to keep his gaze averted from yours as he continued eating as well. And with that, the rest of the morning passed quietly.

.

After breakfast, while Yugi prepared to open the shop, as usual, you decided to hop into the shower, washing away the tightness of the morning’s exercises with the refreshing waters. You had not been able to buy your own body wash or shampoo yet and continued to use the boy’s bottles until you could remedy that. You had a small sum of money left over from the Circle’s allowance and you would be out and about to meet Bonz later, maybe a stop at the local store would be in good order. After the meeting, of course, you wouldn’t look particularly intimidating carrying grocery bags, after all.

You were just toweling off your hair as you stepped out of the bathroom, fresh clothes and relaxed muscles ready to face the rest of the day. You headed for the main part of the house, pondering how to kill the next few hours before your meeting- when you saw Atem digging around in a closet.

Curious, you took a closer look and saw that he was bringing out cleaning supplies: a broom, mop, bucket, and some natural looking soaps. “Today’s chores, I assume?” you asked.

Atem nodded as he nudged the door shut with his shoulder. “Yes. As you’ve likely noticed, I tend to be up during the same hours as Yugi, and that gives me limited tasks to do during the day, given that I’m stuck inside. I decided long ago that keeping the house tidy is the least I can do while Yugi’s working. Doing my part, so to speak.”

Not surprising, you had taken notice of Atem's domestic tendencies the past few days, laundry, dishes, and other such chores seeming to not bother him in the slightest. You found yourself smiling, it was sweet, really.

“Let me help.” Your insistence was brought home when you flung the towel over your shoulder and grabbed the broom.

Atem actually blinked at you, “No, it’s fine, you don’t have to-”

“Atem,” you said, tone firm, if not a little amused. “I helped Yugi in the shop the other day, I can help you with chores today. Like you said, ‘doing my part’.” Indeed, if the boys insisted on you thinking of this as your home as well, and not degrade yourself to a simple guest, you would have to pull your own weight too.

That seemed to win him over, and he returned your small smile, “Thank you. You can start in the upstairs hallway if you wish.”

That made a little more than an hour pass, sweeping all the non-carpeted floors of the apartment while Atem mopped afterward. In all honesty, you had hoped that there was more to do in order to keep yourself occupied. Unfortunately, Atem seemed to divide his chores throughout the week and after you helped him dispose of the mop water, there was little left to do.

“What do you usually do when there isn’t a demon to be hunted?” Atem asked, a slight smirk pulling at his lips as he dried his hands off.

The question actually made something uncomfortable prickle across your skin. How to answer a question like that? “There’s always a demon to be hunted. They- the Circle, I mean, don’t really approve of...hobbies,” you answered, trying and failing to avoid his gaze.

Atem seemed to stiffen a bit at the blunt, matter of fact comment. Then, something shifted in his eyes, apparently regretting his question. The uncomfortable prickling was getting worse and you opened your mouth to say something to move the moment along, but Atem beat you to it.

“Come with me,” he said, tone so soft it made you falter. Well, his tone, as well as the fact that he took your hand in his.

Just as gently as his tone, he tugged you along, out of the kitchen and into the living room. Too stunned to ask what he was doing, you simply watched as he sat you down of the couch, then wandered over to the TV, regrettably having to let go of your hand to do so. You ignored the way your hand tingled with a different sensation at the loss of contact. A moment later, after turning the TV on, pressing a button on a device below it, and grabbing two objects, Atem returned to you, plopping down on the couch beside you.

“I’ll admit, for many years I widely ignored the advances of technology around me, unless it benefited me in some way,” Atem started, as a symbol of some sort flashed across the screen. “So, Yugi was quite shocked to find that I had barely dabbled in the world of video games when he first met me. By that point, the only time I had tried one, was when arcades first became popular, back in the 1980s.”

You managed to smirk at the comment, even you realizing how old that made Atem sound. Then, he handed you what you knew was a gaming controller.

“Now I find video games to be a nice pass time,” Atem concluded, as a menu board came to life on the TV. “Have you ever played?”

“Not really,” you admitted, though you had at least heard of gaming culture and knew a bit about it via cultural osmosis, “but I’m willing to try.”

With that Atem nodded and used his own controller to flip through the menus, “Let's see, I think a fighting game may be a good place to start. If you don’t take to that, we can try something more slow pace, like an Elder Scrolls game.”

The fighting game did turn out to be a decent place to start. Atem was patient when explaining the way the system and button pressing worked, though you seemed to take to it rather quickly. He let you go through a tutorial first, then fight what was called a ‘bot’, or rather a pre-programmed enemy, before he himself jumped in and played against you.

“You’re quite good for a beginner, I’m impressed,” Atem complimented, his voice practically tickling your ear as your character dodged one of his punches.

“Thank you. I’m sure Yugi was impressed with you too, not often you can teach an old vampire new games,” you quipped back, tone comedic enough to earn a chuckle from him.

“Oh, he was. Tonight we will have to show him your skills, I’m sure he’ll be impressed with you, too.” And with that, his character landed a powerful punch on yours, dropping your health bar to zero.

Oh well, at least you had beaten him once out of the three rounds. Not bad for a beginner indeed.

“I wonder if your skills in real-life combat help you any,” Atem mused as the character menu popped back on screen.

You gave a skeptical hum. “Doubtful. This is nothing like an actual fight. Real enemies are easier to read in combat, after you get their rhythm down, anyway. These programs are nothing like how actual people act. At least not most of them.” Your eyes then squinted at the screen, a bit annoyed with the image of your female character. “Not even the clothes make sense!”

Another chuckle that marred his reply, “Yes, the revealing nature of the clothes are unnecessary. Still, wouldn’t the tightness of her outfit at least help her combat style?”

You actually raised an incredulous eyebrow at him. “Perhaps. But they aren’t tight enough in the right places.” When he only lifted his own brows in question, you jabbed a finger at the character, or more specifically, her ample, heaving chest. “No woman would fight with those bouncing around. Breasts hurt when they move, and combat causes a lot of movement! ”

To your surprise, instead of a simple answer, Atem replied with a laugh. Not just any laugh, however, it was a deep, hearty one, not his usual chuckle at all. It was one that made him close his eyes, made him try and fail to hold it in for a moment, made him cover his face with his hand as it died down.

“That-” another huff of laughter, “I suppose that is true. I’m sorry game designers aren’t exactly practical or considerate, especially when it comes to their female characters.”

He smiled over at you then, his chuckles finally subsiding, and it was only then that you realized you had been staring at him. His laugh had softened his features so much, the way his genuine smiles often did, only to an even greater effect. That strange feeling persisted inside you again, a light fluttering starting as you thought of just how handsome this man was. Beyond even the typical allure most vampires had, it was deeper than that, his kind and fair heart showing through in his features, brightening him like the sun he seemed to miss so much.

Suddenly, you darted your eyes away from his, quickly covering the fact that your mind had wandered to places it shouldn’t. “W-well, at least the game is still fun, even if it is inaccurate. You and Yugi will have to show me more games sometime.”

A quick glance at the clock below the TV and your heart fell just slightly when you saw that it was approaching the time for your meeting with Bonz. A sigh, then you handed your controller to Atem.

“Time to go,” you said as you stood from the couch.

You heard Atem give a similar noise as you put your boots on, and you knew he wished the sun wouldn't bar him from accompanying you. Despite not minding the idea of company, you weren’t worried, it would be a short trip.

“Be careful,” Atem said, watching you put on your jacket from his spot leaning against the couch.

The goodbye was simple yet heartfelt, and you flashed him another reassuring smile as you grabbed the handle to the door, “Let’s just hope he actually has something worthwhile to tell me, he knows I don’t like having my time wasted.” You winked before waving goodbye, opening the door, and disappearing through it.

The forgotten buildings that were once ‘Parkway Apartments’ was not an unfamiliar spot. Bonz often preferred neutral locations when meeting, and, honestly, you did too considering the state his home was usually in. The complex was a rotting, boarded-up set of buildings in the slums of Domino and no stranger to far more nefarious dealings than yours. As usual, you wandered to the weed-infested, junk-filled space between the buildings that had once passed for a ‘courtyard’ of sorts, knowing Bonz would be there soon if he wasn’t already.

You kept your hands tucked in your pockets as you approached the center, your heightened senses already picking up the aura of your contact. “I’m here, Bonz, what do you have for me?” you called out, voice echoing up the cracked cement of the buildings walling you in.

From behind a tree that had sprouted out of the pavement decades ago, Bonz appeared, looking sweaty and sheepish. His eyes darted about as he stepped closer, his hand tugging at the front of his shirt.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, senses edging on full alert at his nervousness.

Bonz always sweated in your presence, past experiences with the Circle giving him a constant baseline of fear and worry. This though, this was different. Had someone in Marik’s cult threatened him?

At your question, the ghoul’s eyes darted back to you and refocused, “Eh- n-nothing. Just freaked out, is all. Already told ya, I don’t like the idea of getting near that nut job’s business, ya know?”

“If you need it, you know I’ll protect you,” you said, tone firm and assuring, though not a notch softer than you could afford. “Now, what do you have to tell me?”

Bonz’s eyes were still on you as he gulped audibly. Then, he took a step back. “I- I’m sorry. They didn’t give me a choice.”

Your eyes widened, inner alarms screaming at his words. You turned, ready to bolt- just as you sensed a spell being cast.

“Shit.”

You looked back to find Bonz hightailing it out of the way as a barrier rose from the ground, encasing you and the complex within it; a standard Circle tactic when dealing with dangerous fey, or spell casters like yourself.

You hadn’t been cautious enough. Sensing no other fey nearby had given you a false sense of security, failing to account for the fact that magicians could hide themselves when needed. Now you were trapped, the barrier would prevent you from teleporting out, as well as leaving by more pedestrian means. And unlike the seals at Pegasus’ club, this barrier would be impossible to break through.

There was only one magician you knew who could do this kind of work so fast.

“Hello, beautiful.”

An annoyed groan crawled up your throat as you turned towards the voice. A man, no older than yourself, stepped out from the shadows of the building, hefting a spellbook in his hand. A smile that had failed to win you over for years played on his lips, a face many considered handsome looking quite at ease with the situation at hand.

You sighed. “Duke. Really, they sent you to come after me?”

“Who else? Only my sealing magic is fast enough to counter your reflexes,” he answered, tone smug as his free hand started fiddling with his dark locks of hair.

You folded your arms at the comment, though you were still on full alert, feeling the area out for anyone else, for any more surprises. True, seals, sigils, and magic circles had always been an area where Duke excelled, but in fairness, you were the far better fighter, and symbols could only help a magician so much in an actual fight.

“No offense, but that isn’t exactly intimidating,” you drawled.

Long lashes closed over green eyes as he covered his heart with his hand, mocking a hurt noise. “Oh gorgeous, you wound me. You know I’ve actually improved a lot over the years, I’ve done a lot of growing since you saved me during final exams.”

The comment made you raise your eyebrow. Honestly, if he was going to try charm, he could at least get his events right. As far as you remembered you hadn’t done anything to help him during those brutal tests.

“I don’t have time for this, Duke, stand down and I won’t have to bloody up that face you're always so proud of.”

His expression actually fell a bit at that, though he was obviously trying to school it. He let out a breath. “I was hoping you wouldn’t say that. The Council knew I wouldn’t be able to go against you in combat-”

“That’s why I’m here!”

Panic surged, burning through your skin at the sound of a new voice so close! You sidestepped, turning full-force towards the presence behind you- only to find a glowing magician’s seal within point-blank range. It was too close, you couldn’t dodge before-

A crack so thunderous that it shook the walls around you sounded. Ears rang, blood spilled, and someone laughed. A laugh cold and cruel bellowed as you were thrown back, senses reeling and vision darkening as skin made painful contact with the cement floor.

A.N.  So, I had originally intended this chapter to include the next scene, but I blew past 10,000 words and still had stuff left to write in said scene. So, instead of making you all trudge through a 13,000+ long chapter, I'll just...leave you with this cliff hanger....... forgive me!

[sluttyten]

Jungwoo Masterlist

fluff = ⭐️,  smut = 💋

series

 supernatural au

💋⭐️ you can call me monster - 12.9k, jungwoo is a vampire and you’re an unbeliever, but soon you find yourself wrapped up in the world of the supernatural, populated with vampires, werewolves, ghosts and witches

💋⭐️ you can be my angel - 26.3k, the sequel to ‘you can call me monster’

💋⭐️ you will be my always - 22k, the final part: forever doesn’t really seem like too much to ask for when you know you’re in love with the supernatural world (and it loves you back just as much)

⭐️ (a precursor drabble before this series ever began) OR the idea that started off this series

the poly series

11 parts + 3 drabbles, smut, fluff, and angst

full length fic

💋 j.crew - 11.4k, (for kinktober 2022), you’re not very good at making choices, so when it comes time for you to choose a favorite member of your brother’s group, you have several guys vying for your favor, and you decide why even make a choice when you can have them all?

💋 playing favorites - 2.4k, (for kinktober 2022), being a sexual addict, you found a job fucking all the members of the group, but you’ve got a favorite in jungwoo, and then there’s haechan, jealous that jungwoo gets so much of your attention.

💋 ignite me - 5.6k, a uni au where jungwoo’s the campus hottie, and you stand no chance with him until you end up in his arms at a frat party

💋 long flight - 4k, you meet Jungwoo on a flight from Seoul to LA, and he’s kinda the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. Cue sexual tension that gives way somewhere over the Pacific in the dead of night.

💋 do i dare disturb the universe? - 7.6k, you’re a professor at a renowned university, and Jungwoo is your TA. He’s smart and striving for perfection, and he thinks he finds it in you

💋 a little help - 5.4k, the dowoo threesome OR a sex education lesson with kim doyoung (aka he’s more of a hands-on kind of teacher)

💋 play with me - 2.1k, jungwoo’s your pretty sub and he wants to play, so you make sure to give him what he wants even when it gets to be too much for him to handle

💋 dominance - 988 words, you and jungwoo fight for dominance

drabbles/headcanons

💋  good girl - jungwoo wants to help you unwind after a long day by helping you to cum riding his thigh

⭐️  feeling better - you’ve had an emotional day and cuddling with your boyfriend always makes you feel better

💋  kink list

💋 here for a party – your older brother (Mark) moves in with a group of guys, and during the housewarming two of his housemates give you a very warm welcome

⭐️ friends to lovers -- jungwoo has been in love with you for years, and it takes a while for you to realize that you’re in love with him too

⭐️ rosy -- jungwoo’s blushing and you just want to tease him

💋 underwater - jungwoo thinks you’re safe out in the sea to mess around without all of your friends on the beach catching you

⭐️ you’re mine - you and jungwoo are basically coworker enemies, arguing all the time and irritating each other, but one day something happens that makes you begin to question everything

⭐️ markwoo cuddles - cuddling with your boyfriends jungwoo and mark

⭐️ truth or dare  - jungwoo meets his flirty match during a game of truth or dare

💋 caught - jaehyun x jungwoo drabble, jungwoo starts teasing jaehyun by wearing pretty, cute things around the dorm

⭐️ stay - jungwoo needs to leave, but you just want him to stay

💋 while you were sleeping - jungwoo thought you were sleeping while he got off

💋 family picnic - you bring jungwoo to a family picnic, and innocence turns into sneaking off to the car 

💋 desperate - you and lucas mess around while watching submissive jungwoo and mark fuck each other with a double-ended dildo

💋 frustrated - the woocas threesome OR jungwoo’s frustrated with lucas and you walk in on them working it out

💋⭐️ boyfriend jungwoo headcanons

💋 soft dom jungwoo

taeil | johnny | taeyong | yuta | kun | doyoung | ten | jaehyun | winwin | jungwoo | lucas | mark | xiaojun | hendery | renjun | jeno | haechan | jaemin | yangyang | shotaro | sungchan

[tomhiddleston-is-mischief]

So excited you asked for requests! I can't gush about your corner of the internet enough! I would love any combo of SPN/Hiddlestons (which includes the character crew) ... May I request the Winchester rolling up in Detroit to go after a reported vampire den, but when they burst in it's just our buddy Adam chilling with his guitars and popsicles? Please don't kill my baby Adam.

“Here We Are...”

Dean Winchester x reader, Adam (OLLA) x platonic!reader, Sam Winchester x platonic!reader, Eve (OLLA) x platonic!reader

Summary: After mistaking Y/N, Adam, and Eve to be bad vamps, Dean and Sam take you and Adam to kill the real murderer

Warnings: mild cursing, murder, sex is brought up, murder of a child, and fluffy ending

Word count: 1,547

A/N: FIRST OFF, you are awesome for requesting this. I enjoyed it very much! Hope you do too! Second and last, thank you so much for the kind words 💚💚💚

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BAM!

“The Hell..?”, I whisper, carefully getting out of my room. I tip-toe into the dark hall hearing the voices of strangers. “Get your ass up, vamp!”, I hear a rough voice say. “What the fu-“, I hear footsteps behind me. Turning around, I see a tall man with long ass hair. “Hunters..”, I gasp. “Yup.”, he grabs me, and takes me to the living room. I kick and punch, but he does not let go of me.

“Y/N, no!”, Adam yells as I am pushed into the room. Long hair McGee still has not let go of me. “Adam! Eve! What are they doing here! We didn’t even do anything!”, I growled towards the hunters at the last part. The blonde hottie gives me a weird look. “You said killing people isn’t anything?”, he asks, still pointing a gun at Adam. I glance at him and Eve, hoping nothing bad happens. They have taken me in, and have been extremely nice to me. They are like my surrogate parents and siblings in one. I look at the blonde again,”We don’t kill people. We trick a doctor into giving us blood. If you don’t believe us, then eat me.” “Y/N, language.”, Eve smirked. I rolled my eyes, then glance at the giant that was pressing a gun to my side. He let go a little bit. Does he believe me? Huh. That’s a first. “Sammy?”, Dean looked at him. “I- I think they are telling the truth. “Fuck yeah, we are telling the truth.”, Adam growls. Dean and Sam give him an annoyed look. “Then who in the Hell is suckin’ these people dry, and hanging them?”, the blonde rolled his eyes.

“Gabe.”

The two men look at me. “What?”, Sammy asks. “I-It’s Gabe.. Adam, why is he here?!”, tears well up in my eyes. I force them to stay put, not wanting to show these hunters my weak side. Gabe always kills like that. “I- I don’t know, darling.”, his British voice that usually calms me does not stop my insides from twisting with fear and pain. “Who is Gabe?”, the blonde asks me. I notice the two have put their guns down. “He- He turned me..”, I whisper,”He turned me after killing my mom and- and my little brother. He- he- he’s here. He’s in Detroit.” My voice raised when I speak of my family. “As long as I am here, nothing will get to you.”, Adam walks towards me and rests his hand on my shoulder. “Thank you..”, I look down.

Gabe’s stupid, sadistic grin comes to mind. I know what he’s trying to do. He took everything from me. My mom, brother, and my mortality. I am not letting him take me from my new family now. “I am coming with you two.”, I say matter-of-factly. “What? No!”, Adam’s eyebrows furrowed. “I am. He wants me. I’m going to kill him by telling him I’m giving myself up. That will be the only way we get through his men.”, I walk towards the door. Before I open it, I say: ”Well?” The hunters hurry to walk past me, and Adam kisses Eve on the lips before following me. As we get to the car, Adam gets in the back when Sam tells him to. Of course he grumbled something as he did so. I tried to join him, but Blondie stopped me. “You are up front. Don’t want you and Edward over there to plan something in the back where we can’t see you.”, he states. I shrug, and get into the beautiful car. “Nice ride..”, I whisper, mainly to myself. “I know.”, Dean pats the Chevy proudly. “You do know where he is... right?”, the taller one asks me. “Yeah, I have an idea..”

I get bored five minutes into the drive, so I try to make conversation: “What are even your names?” Dean glances at me, then the road again. “I’m Dean. Back there is Sam.”, he answers. I nod,”So, what’s you two’s love story?” Dean nearly chokes on the air he is breathing. “We’re brothers??”, Dean and Sam say at the same time. I chuckle, glancing at Adam. He is looking out the window with his sunglasses on. “Dude, it is eight o’clock at night.”, I tell him. He scoffs,”Why don’t you just shut up?” I roll my eyes with a smirk,”You first, dickhead.” “Fuck off, shitface.” Adam and I share a chuckle as the brothers give confused faces. “What are you to to each other?”, Dean asks. Why the Hell does he care? “She’s basically my daughter and sister in one, so I suggest you quit checking her out up there.”, Adam replies before I could. I look out the window, trying to hide my blush even though it is dark outside.

*.*.*.*

“Let me through. I am here to give myself up for Gabe. And I have presents.”, I tell a guard. I gesture to Adam, Dean, and Sam as I said the last part.. He looks at me, then to the boys, and back to me. “Sure thing, sexy.”, he winked at me. I wink back, trying not to puke in my mouth. Adam and Dean are tense, making me chuckle. Adam’s tension, I get. Dean? Not sure why.

As me and the men following me enter a dark room in the large house, a chuckle echos around it. I look toward the sound, seeing the monster I have hated for most of my decades on earth. “Gabe.”, I curtly greet. “Now, baby, don’t be so stiff.”, he walks closer,”We both know that I won’t like that.” I resist the urge to rip his head off as I purse my lips. “You’ve killed more families, I see.”, I tell him. “Well, you know how it is, baby!”, Gabe smirks as he slides a finger into my belt loop. He brings me closer to him, making Adam growl. “Don’t touch-“, Adam was interrupt my Gabe’s men putting a machete to his throat. I gulp as more did the same to Sam and Dean. I set my gaze back on the monster pulling at my belt loop. “How about we dance like we did back in the day, before you left, huh?”, he let out a cruel smirk. “Yeah, okay, that’s enough!”, Dean pushes the other vamp away from him, but they end up fighting. Sam and Adam joined in with their guys, leaving me with Gabe. “Aw, how cute.”, he chuckles as he looks back to me. The smirk was wiped from his face once he saw what I was holding. “Dead man’s blood.”, I smiled at him fakely before pushing the dark red blood into his neck. “NO!”, he yelled, then dropped to the ground. I grab a machete from his collection, and cut his head off. Then, I plant the sword into his chest. “That’s what it feels like to have a sword go into your chest. Except he was nine, you monster.”, I whisper, then feel presence behind me. I turn around swiftly to see Adam looking at me with pity. “Finally did it, Adam.. I did it..”, I hug him. He snakes him arms around my waist. “Yes, you did.”, he kissed my forehead.

*.*.*.*

“Sorry, I um, almost killed you.”, Sam chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. I smirk,”No prob, giant.” He chuckles, then walks out of the house after giving Adam and Eve a nod. “Hey, you going to tell me goodbye too?”, Dean teases. I roll my eyes,”And why would I do that? So you could check me out one last time?” He looks away with a grin on his face. “Well, yes and no.”, he looked back at me,”I wanted to give you this.” I look at his hand to see a paper with numbers on it. His number? “Bet you never thought you’d be giving this to a vampire.”, I smile after taking the paper. “Yeah, no, I um.. Never would have thought that, but here we are.” “Here we are..”, I repeat his last words.

“Thanks, but please get the fuck out of my house.”, Adam ruined the moment. I rolled my eyes,”Really?” He nodded before picking up a guitar and strumming it. “See ya, Y/N.”, Dean winked. I smiled,”See ya.” He walks out of the house, and I hear Eve giggle. “What?”, I ask her. “He likes you a lot. I can tell. And I can also tell you like him too. Well, I don’t blame you, Y/N. With that face, I mean, come on.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t worry, Adam, you have the best face.” “Thank you, but…”

I tune out the rest of their conversation as I peer out the window. The boys are still here, I see. Sam is doing the movement that people make when they are saying they are making out with another. A grin takes over my face. Dean looks at the window, feeling eyes on him. He smacks Sam’s head, then points towards me. Sam looks into the window, then hurries to get into the Impala. I giggle as Dean winks at me for the last time tonight.

Hopefully, I can see it on more occasions.

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Justice League Annual #1 (1987)

Martian Manhunter has five thousand different super powers compared with the one super power of the rest of the team (Black Canary's sonic scream. The other "super powers" are just technological accessory based).

If this comic book isn't about Martian Manhunter's addiction to Oreo cookies then what am I even doing with my life? The only reason I love Martian Manhunter is that he loves Oreo cookies and I view him as the father I never had. Whenever I had a problem growing up, I would think, "What advice would Martian Manhunter give me?" And that's why I was so fat in Junior High School because the answer was always "Eat more Oreos." I know Martian Manhunter's eventual addiction is to "Choco's" but fuck Choco's. Fuck them like every other off-brand Oreo cookie. They fucking suck. Speaking of things that suck, this dick isn't going to suck itself. Now picture me pointing at the comic book because I need to read it. That's how I begin reading all of my comic books. And I say it loudly so the neighbors will think, "Oh boy! That guy next door isn't a nerd at all! Total sex maniac!" The "Hunting the Manhunter" blurb on this cover reminds me that Millennium is coming up and I think I hated that? No, no. I'm sure I loved it! There are two things I couldn't get enough of in my teen years and comic books was the second one of them. Kord Industries has bought some property in the middle of Ultra-Nowhere, South America, and some of its employees have gone off to scout the location.

Wasn't that the episode with the shape-changing hottie who loves sucking the salt out of men? You know what I'm talking about. Also she was probably a male monster posing as a female monster. Proof of that theory is that every single episode of the first season of the original Star Trek could also have been the name of a gay bar.

Inside the abandoned research facility, the Kord employees encounter pretty much the same thing Kirk, Spock, and the other one encountered:

Vampire John Travolta! It's possible I'm misremembering the Star Trek episode.

While on monitor duty, Guy Gardner discovers that large groups of people on four different continents seem to be under the control of a single will and Batman asks Martian Manhunter, "Do you think this is League business?" What the fuck else would be, Bat-Turd?! A new Internet fad like planking or the Harlem Shuffle? I mean, it totally could be that except that the Internet doesn't really exist during this story. I mean if you want to be a pedant about it, I suppose the teenage Internet across college campuses. But nobody likes a pedant so just shut the fuck up and live in my reality while you're reading my stupid comic book review. Just take the fucking Red Pill and relax! Except don't do that because the idea of The Matrix Red Pill has been co-opted by the worst of humanity who think they're somehow the most logical and philosophical people on the planet when they're really just awful monsters rationalizing all of their mean desires.

How did people come away from reading this comic book hating Guy Gardner and not also despising Batman?

The Justice League splits up into teams of two to cover the mass hypnosis issues in Paris, Tokyo, Sydney, and Los Angeles. I'm not sure Batman knows how to balance teams because he sends Doctor Fate and Martian Manhunter together while leaving Mister Miracle with Blue Beetle. Here are my teams: Guy Gardner with Blue Beetle because Blue Beetle is effectively worthless and Guy Gardner has the most powerful weapon in the universe. Batman would go with Black Canary because her sonic scream is sort of like a bat's echo location. Martian Manhunter would go with Scott Free because they're both aliens. And Booster Gold would team up with Doctor Fate because their outfits match. Blue Beetle and Mister Miracle head to L.A. with some, um, problematic dialogue? I think?

This is an "anal sex/everybody in Hollywood is gay" joke, right?

With newer comic books, a scan of 620 pixels (basically the width of the main column of the blog (although I think the width changed when I added the Goodreads app. I should probably fix it so the 620 pixel pictures stop bleeding off into the right-hand frame (if you're reading this on Tumblr, just ignore it. Just ignore everything since Tumblr fucked up their code and now I can't even center pictures or get the captions to sit snugly right up underneath the scans))) was usually enough to read the dialogue clearly. But with these old comics on newsprint, they're fuzzier and the font seems much smaller. Sorry about that but I won't betray my artistic integrity by scanning less than the full panel! At least not in this case is my defense against the pedants who can easily find many examples of me doing exactly that. First Black Canary is treated like shit by Batman and now she teams up with Booster Gold who can't stop hitting on her until she reminds him she's a competent limb-breaker. This must be the kind of comics Comicsgaters wish we could return to! "Remember when women were treated as sexual objects and not one member of the Justice League was Black and constantly said, 'Booyah!'? What great times!" Black Canary and Booster Gold become John Travolta Vampire slaves almost immediately because Batman chose the improper team pairings. It's bad enough that Batman would fail at making proper pairings but it's extra bad when Batman is being written by a writer and the writer made that choice. I mean, how do you pass up the opportunity to team Booster Gold with Doctor Fate?! They would look so fucking good together! Batman and Guy Gardner (you know how you can tell Hal Jordan is the real Green Lantern? Because people will say "Green Lantern" when discussing him instead of "Hal Jordan") wind up in Tokyo where Doctor Light is all, "Hello, boys! I'm a vampire now!" Then she blinds the fuck out of them because Batman forgot to put on his Bat-sunglasses.

Batman steals this move from Doctor Light in the next regular issue.

Doctor Light kisses Batman and he's all, "Yeah, yeah. Okay. Okay. I get it. Being a vampire is pretty awesome. No wonder writers write vampire versions of me every other year or so."

I don't think the editors briefed Willingham on what Beetle's Bug can and can't do.

Beetle lands at Kord West and is immediately swamped by John Travolta Vampire's thralls. So he does the thing he does in nearly every comic book except the one where Maxwell Lord shoots him in the head: he runs away. But he doesn't run fast enough and winds up possessed aboard the Bug with Mister Miracle. The story hints that Miracle gets possessed just after the scene changes but he's Scott Free, the world's greatest escape artist! I would guess he'd be the one to save everybody else but judging from the cover, it's Martian Manhunter who keeps from getting possessed. In Australia, Doctor Fate wades into a group of infected people because he's a gigantic arrogant prick. He's all, "I'm a frickin' Lord of Order, assholes! I know a spell that can get to the root of this problem!" And then the Vampire John Travolta is all, "I'll kill Kent Nelson if you don't leave his body." And Doctor Fate is all, "Well, J'onn, I've gotta go! Nice hanging out with you! Ta ta!" Which leaves Martian Manhunter as the only person left on Earth who isn't infected (or at least the only person left who is in this story). I bet that's pretty lonely. But Martian Manhunter is used to being lonely. I wonder if he's capable of making his right hand into a female martian so he can fuck it? Martian Manhunter has no idea what he's dealing with so he puts on Doctor Fate's helmet to gain all of the other powers that he didn't already have without it. But only for a few seconds because Superman would never be able to get an erection again if he found out Martian Manhunter had all of his powers and could also do magic. J'onn wears the helmet just long enough to learn what Doctor Fate learned about the contagion: it's a sentient cell! It's smart cancer! And I guess Vampire John Travolta was Patient Zero. Now J'onn just has to figure out how to fight Smart Cancer. I don't even know how he'll defeat it because I just looked up Smart Cancer in the Who's Who to read about its weaknesses and wouldn't you know it? There's no entry for Smart Cancer! Maybe it was in an update that I don't own. Like that version of Who's Who that was just loose pages to stick in a binder! I have that one too but it's possible I just didn't buy all of the expansion packs. Martian Manhunter heads to the source of the contagion to meet Smart Cancer head on. What he finds is a boss from Castlevania.

When you have thousands of people at your disposal, is the most effective way to use them shoving them together into one giant person?

The first thing Smart Cancer's Granfaloon does is try to smash J'onn with its people fist. In effect, it's smashing a dozen people head first into the ground so that dirt sprays up all over the place. So I guess a dozen or so people are now dead, right? It's not like Smart Cancer gave them invulnerability to massive head wounds.

I think this panel is the one where all the Justice League editors through their hands up in resignation and sighed, "I guess the Justice League is ridiculous now."

Martian Manhunter realizes, like me, how fucking stupid Smart Cancer is to put all of its people in one gigantic people-shaped basket. Since all the minds are linked, he realizes he can throw the Fate helmet on one of the people and Doctor Fate can possess Smart Cancer. It works but only for a limited amount of time. Doctor Fate can't hold that many people under his sway. But Doctor Fate does know who can control Smart Cancer: the martian! He can shapeshift his cells into some kind of prison or something. I don't know. It was explained in the most basic medical and scientific terms but they were still beyond my attention span. In the end, Martian Manhunter contained the Smart Cancer in him and that's where it lives now? Oh, and speaking of "the end," check out this clever and titillating final panel:

"Why's it gotta be the ass of the only woman on the team?" I say while pulling my pants down.

Justice League Annual #1 Rating: What?! I don't rate annuals! I mean, maybe sometimes I rate annuals. This one was okay. It was sort of interesting but I was disappointed that Vampire John Travolta wasn't the actual enemy. I hope Smart Cancer fights its way out of J'onn and makes another appearance later.

[bi-outta-cordonia]

Top 10s

The year is coming to a close and despite this being my first foray into PB fandom for the year, some interesting shit has happened in these books and 2019 was full of all sorts of fun stories. I want to cap off Choices this year by naming my top ten favorite moments in all the books released in 2019.

Tagging all my favorite unfriendly Black hotties: @questionablespecies @imogen-wescott @beyonceswigs @annelyseadair @cassiopeiacorvus @massivelysilentchaos @nikkisha16 @boujeechoices @raleigh-carrera @mand-delemonde

10) BB MC training with Jax: I like. Many things. Many things involve swords. Jax training BB MC in fight skills was awesome as a scene, especially since it came with the moment of him reestablishing his connection with his blade and the two of them touching foreheads as they come to terms with her death. But nothing--nothing--is gonna top the moment where the two of them literally fight each other. They train and they train hard as hell. “What’s this position called?” “It’s called ‘you better not break my defense because I’ll kick your ass’.” And then she cuts part of his shirt. He looks up, they start back with the training, and he slices part of her dress. They keep going until eventually there are no more clothes and they are now on the ground, making out. The exact opposite of training, but I can’t hear over the receptors in my brain that sound off for couple training scenes.

9) “Oh, you like that”: Listen. NB was trash. There’s no denying that. But that first moment when you finally get to dive into Cal, make out with him, when ol girl takes off both of their clothes for the most intense face sucking she’s ever experienced in life? And then he dips his head or bites her neck or whatever the fuck he does--I don’t even remember. Because what I do remember--very vividly--is damn near throwing my phone across the room when he says “Oh, you like that...” I read it in his drawl, felt that shit in my soul, and it will never not make me so incredibly disappointed that we will never get to see him really go buck wild with MC because it was there.

8) Landry bailing if you don’t talk to him: It happened with Vanessa, happened with Becca, happened with Olivia, happened with Sebastian--sometimes. I don’t want to make friends with folks who come at me sideways when it doesn’t immediately benefit them. Landry being a little coward was something all the intelligent folks saw coming but you could see inklings of the narrative trying to set him up for redemption at the eleventh hour. Except. I didn’t want that. A majority of folks did not want that it seems. And PB listened for once and didn’t force us to have to interact with him during the last leg of the first book. If you talk to everyone in the friend group before you get to him, he bails and is not seen or heard from. Good. 

7) MOTY MC making bank off her deadbeat ex husband: MOTY was also another unexpected favorite to come out of 2019 and told the story of a single mother trying to raise her baby right. Guy was and is easily the worst antagonist to ever show up in these books because he is so disgustingly real. Emotionally abusive, manipulative, narcissistic, and cruel--he did everything in his power to exert power over MC. He wanted the kid, not because he wanted to be her father but because he wanted to use her to help boost him, and going through the whole book making sure to pick options that would best demonstrate that MC was providing exactly what the baby needs, only for the judge to say that not only is she not awarding custody to Guy but he also has to pay child support, pro- and retroactively?? When sis opened that bank account and saw tens of thousands sitting in her savings?? I almost cried.

6) ILB MC rising from certain death and avenging her parents: Okay so this might be cheating a little because ILB came out in 2018, but I also said this was a top ten list of shit that happened in 2019, and seeing this bitch break out of a coffin, swim up, and straight murder the man that took her parents from her was insanity. Richard really thought he had her on the ropes, huh? He thought she wasn’t gonna be able to break out and kick his ass? And when she told him that, as far as the entire town was concerned, he was already dead and they were just waiting for his body to wash up? Ooh, she wasn’t stuck on the boat with him--he was trapped on the lake with her.

5) Logan was a forced LI for a good reason??: Girls, Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance was an unexpected fave this year but out of all the moments to choose from that absolutely floored me, the fact that Logan was so heavily pushed was because Kaneko asked him to gain your trust so that the crew could use you? That shit hurt so much and had me screaming the entire time I was tapping through the revelation scenes. I mean, we’ve had LIs betray MCs a ton of times but I still could not believe that Logan had so thoroughly did what he did and when they showed you the flashbacks of the very subtle ways he was trying to weed information from MC? In the early stages?? Man.....this is why my MC went with Colt--kidding kidding. She is with Colt but I love Logan deeply solely because of this.

4) BB MC dying: okay NB tried to do something groundbreaking but like it got completely overshadowed by BB MC getting fucking stabbed through her chest because typically your MC will walk away okay from most scenarios but this bitch actually didn’t. Couple that with the fact that I’m romancing Jax so the thing that killed her was his sword, something that has been revealed as being a precious thing and something he’s cherished for a long time as a tool to help him protect the ones he loves? It hit me right in the a ng s t. She pops back up a vampire in the third book, a reveal which comes to us at the end of the second but oh man watching Jax cradle her dying body, knowing he was never going to forgive himself for this happening? It was delicious.

3) ACOR MC turning the crowd on Caesar: okay, stabbing Caesar was fantastic, no one is denying that, but I honestly thought the most impactful and most fucking insane moment of ACOR is when MC made the first attempt, got caught, and was able to stir the crowd during the final leg of her trial to the point that she started a literal riot in Rome. The flavor, the power--can you imagine being Julius Caesar and watching a ho string your folks along and convince them that she couldn’t possibly have been guilty of a crime because her pussy is too good for that? Who is gonna win this fight--a certified conqueror of several realms or one bitch with the world’s most fantabulous coochie? The answer may surprise you...

2) TRR MC is pregnant: we got stuck in yeehaw hell for seven weeks...seven weeks of having to act like Bertrand and Savannah were even that important according to the narrative when MC is a whole ass duchess trying to start her family....all the months of seeing Liam talk so enthusiastically about wanting a family with MC, wanting to be a father, and wanting to build a life with her, after all the bullshit they went through and the hurdles they had to jump in order to even get to the point where they could be happily married? And then she called him out to the field and told him that they were having a baby? I cried. I cried so hard.

1) ACOR MC stabbing Cassius in the fucking back: I loved ACOR so much. So much of the political machinations, the scheming, the dancing around language while trying to manipulate powerful patrons into doing your bidding--I had Antony wrapped around one finger and Cassius on the other--string them both along while trying to achieve my own goals but maaaaaaan....Betraying Cassius at the last second in order to protect yourself from reprimand so you can make a clean getaway from Rome was the peak. The epitome of ACOR MC in a nutshell. I fucking loved how absolutely unhinged and manipulative that bitch could be. She literally sat up there and told him all the things he wanted to hear, acted like she cared about who he wanted for Rome, in some cases straight up lied to him about how much she loved him, and then during the moment that mattered most--when they both stabbed Caesar and thrust Rome into chaos--she shed the visage of the beautiful woman he had so deeply fallen in love with and unveiled the poisonous snake she had always been. She used him. He truly and honestly didn’t see it coming until he peeked outside and happened to spy her standing firm at Antony’s side. And the narrative let me do that with the utmost glee. 

And that’s it. Go forth. Make your own list. Criticize mine, idc. 

[missnmikaelson-main]

The Forgotten - Chapter 15

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

She hated physical confrontation and could count the number of fights she had been in on one hand; impressive for a one hundred fifteen year old immortal.

Somehow she knew that it would always be a Mikaelson who would push her to use a second hand for her count, but she had assumed it would be Klaus and that it wouldn’t be much of a fight.

She never expected their mother.

A frozen twig snapped under her boot.

“They’re coming,” Finn’s strained voice reached the approaching group.

“No, it’s too soon,” Esther sounded distressed. “The moon’s not high enough.”

Good, Elena squeezed Kol’s hand, that gives me some wiggle room.

The brothers climbed the small hill to meet with Klaus as she hung back to mentally prepare for what she was about to do by pulling off her gloves and wiping her sweaty palms on her jacket; it would not do to have clumsy fingers.

You can do this, she bounced on the balls of her feet. You can do this. You only have to hold her for a moment.

She steadied her body, spun on her heel and moved to climb the gentle slope toward her fellow Originals.

“Elena?”

A hand gripped her elbow.

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Esther stood on the edge of her salt circle, nodding solemnly to her sons. Elijah was suspicious and Kol too clever by half. She had expected them, but by all counts they should have been later in their arrival.

“Come closer,” she motioned them up the last of the slope; the better to see them fall. The metal bracelet warmed against her skin.

“Mother,” Finn glowered, standing rigid in the center of the pentagram.

“It’s okay,” she held her hands, stepping backwards over the salt, “they can’t enter.” Esther’s eyes cut to Kol – ever the petulant child – as he moved closer, testing his boundaries.

The torches flared when his toes touched the line.

He shrank back, lifting his hand as a shield against the rising sparks.

“That’s lovely,” he brushed a glowing ember from his shoulders, “stuck out here while the favorite son plays sacrificial lamb.” He frowned at the impenetrable line; iron weighed down his pocket, made heavier by his impossible obstacle. Oh to be human again. “How pathetic you are Finn.”

“Be quiet,” Esther’s tone left no room for argument, “your brother knows virtue you cannot even imagine.”

Through the wind and flames Kol met his oldest brother’s eyes; smoke clouded the once clear hazel. Finn loathed his existence from day one. As a human being he possessed a clear moral compass that he had clung to in the beginning, but hatred set in as he was forced to take life after life and never lost his sensitivity to violence.

He had been through more than enough to warrant a blatant desire for death – he was, after all, a vampire suited to the twenty-first century – but it was hard to believe that he would participate in the deaths of his own family when he had fought to keep them alive.

Elijah, ever the confident spokesperson, lifted his voice over the crackle of wood. “Whatever you may think of us,” his eyes narrowed, “killing your own children will be an atrocity.”

“My only regret is that I did not let you die a thousand years ago.”

++++

“Is he crazy?” He tightened his hold on her elbow. “Why the hell would he bring you here with the witch bitch?”

“Damon…”

“Let’s get out of here,” he ignored his brother.

“I’m not going anywhere, Damon,” Elena wrenched her arm free. “I’m not leaving until this ritual is stopped.”

“Why would you want to stop it?” Confusion swam in his blue eyes. “They’ll all be dead in less than an hour. We win.”

“Damon…”

“Not now, Stefan,” he rolled his eyes, inhaling deeply. A line appeared between his brows. “You’re a…” He rushed, pinning her to the nearest tree by her throat. “Katherine,” he sneered.

She snatched his wrist, twisting.

He let go with a yelp.

Her eyes narrowed.

He dropped to his knees.

“Okay,” she crouched so they were at eye level as she had once done with Thierry, “you’ve just received some new information so I’m gonna forgive the mistaken identity just this once. Likewise, I am only going to say this once, so listen very carefully, got it?”

Damon nodded, clenching his teeth and breathing through the pain of a broken bone she kept from healing.

“I am a vampire, but I am also a witch, and I am not Katherine. I’m also not going anywhere because nobody brought me here. I brought them.” Her eyes flickered between the brothers. “I have made my choice: I am staying to help. You can get on board, or you can get out of my way. Which will it be?”

She released her grip and stood, giving him a moment to heal and stand. Her annoyance flared when he opened his mouth.

“Why do you want to help them?” His lip curled. “This is the stupidest decision you have ever made – and that’s saying something. Now come on, I’m not letting you get yourself killed…”

She tore her arm away again, grasped his face and twisted. She felt the hard snap like a stem breaking from an apple.

Lifting her gaze she met Stefan’s piercing eyes and cocked an eyebrow.

He glanced down to his crumpled brother and lifted his chin. The odds were that they would both wind up dead, but he wasn’t about to fight her; the simple display of strength proved her to be the greater adversary.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Go and help Rebekah,” she jerked her thumb toward the old witch house. “Don’t be seen.”

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“Does something about this seem off to you?” Bonnie walked backwards. She wanted to kill Klaus more than anything, but there had been six torches and Elena had looked at her like she was an inexperienced child. This was about more than her newest vampire hottie and Bonnie couldn’t place her finger on it, but something inside her whispered ‘wrong’.

“This place has some serious vibe to it, if that’s what you mean?” Abby shuddered as her skin crawled.

“That’s just the witch spirits,” she caught a shadow in the mirror. “They’ll protect us from the Originals, but we should get into the basement.” Her shoes left prints in the thick layers of dust coating the rickety stairs. Surrounded on all sides by walls, the basement fell silent and Bonnie looked over her shoulder to the vacant path. “Abby?”

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“Enough,” Klaus growled, pacing the barrier. “All of this talk is boring me. End this now, mother,” his lips twisted, “or I’ll send you back to Hell.”

“What good will that do?” Kol scoffed. “She knows how to get out.”

“You would think that after so many years you would have learned how to hold your tongue,” Esther’s gaze cut from Klaus to Kol. “For a thousand years I have been forced to watch you, felt the pain of every victim, suffered while you shed blood. even you,” her eyes swept over her children, “Elijah, with your claim to nobility, you’re no better. All of you,” frustration laced her tone, “you’re a curse on this earth, stretched out over generations. If you’ve come to plead for your lives, I’m sorry, but you’ve wasted your time.”

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Bonnie spun around and jumped, pressing her hand over her heart to calm down and keep from shrieking.

“Stefan,” she gasped, drawing a deep breath into her lungs. “What’s going on?”

He looked down into her eyes, listening to the soft rustle of fabric that signified Rebekah’s movement on the floor above; her rushed explanation echoed in his mind.

“Elena’s been linked to the Originals,” he swallowed, “she’s going to die unless we stop Esther.”

“What?” Bonnie blinked, not sure if she had heard correctly. “Was that what she couldn’t say?” Her heart sank with Stefan’s nod. “Shit,” she pressed her lips together. “I-I can’t stop her Stefan. She’s channeling us; every witch in out bloodline, living and dead.”

“We know,” Stefan exhaled, “the only way to cut her off is if one of you is no longer a witch.”

Horror flooded her, turning her blood to ice. She ran for the stairs in a desperate attempt at escape that Stefan easily blocked.

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Rebekah caught the older woman by the arm and didn’t give her a chance to scream, shoving her bleeding wrist into the woman’s mouth.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” she snapped the woman’s neck.

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She felt the start of the spell before she heard it – seconds after Stefan left her. The magic burned through her body. Her head snapped up to the full moon above; not quite high enough, but up there close.

She flashed up the hill.

Esther’s profile came into view beyond the flaring of torches.

“Shit,” she swore under her breath. Squaring her shoulder she summoned all of the power she could and drew her fingers in a pinch over each palm as she uttered the spell. “Imitanter Pupulus.”

Esther grunted, eyes dropping to the hand over her mouth that had cut her off mid-incantation. Invisible strings moved her limbs, lifting her fingers and peeling the copper band from her wrist. She was unable to stop her hand from throwing the bracelet out of the circle where it rolled over the uneven ground.

“Phasmatoes morsinus pyrox allum,” she muttered behind her hand.

Elena shrieked; her spell fell away as she clutched her head. Her knees gave way. As soon as the pain came it went. She gasped, blinking away the black spots in her vision and lunging before Esther could reach and grabbed the bracelet.

Finn blinked, clearing the fog in his head, but before he could move a muscle a clear voice rang out.

“Get the hell out that circle,” Elena glared at him, giving him no choice but to obey the dark object by bending to its influence.

Kol moved around the circle and helped her to her feet with a hand on her elbow. He spared a glance for Elijah and Klaus who were holding Finn’s arms.

“I don’t recall that being part of the plan, darling,” he glanced at the bracelet she had once sworn she would never use.

“I saw an opportunity,” she swallowed. Her muscles screamed at her to throw it away, but if she put it down she would lose the hold she had on Finn; it was a shame it wouldn’t work on Esther since the woman channeled so many witches.

Elena’s eyes shifted to the left reflexively when there was a rush of wind. It was a mistake. The motion caught Esther’s attention. Both woman saw the glittering arc of glass. She turned her head with Kol and felt her eyes widen when the orb was redirected.

“Bloody hell,” Kol threw up his arm too late.

Glass shattered at the feet of Elijah, exploding in a blinding display of light. Their retinas burned and all anyone could see was white.

Everyone except for Esther who had shut her eyes to plead with the spirits that fled.

Her eyes snapped open and she acted, using magic to pull her nearest son into the pentagram. He stumbled, falling at her feet and struggling to clear his vision. She began her chant again, fast and sloppy in order to finish while she still had the support of her sister witches.

Magic percolated in the air and pulsed, slamming down into his body.

Elijah regained his senses first and turned his head around, taking in the sight of his blinking siblings.

Elena shook her head, dragging her eyes up. Her heart stopped. Her vision tunneled and from a distance she heard her voice shouting.

“Evas elabuk estupey,” she threw out her arm.

Esther dropped to the ground under the force of the pain infliction spell, falling into an unconscious heap.

Klaus stared, gaping at the doppelganger and the sight of his younger brother. He exchanged a look with Elijah and Finn, glanced towards Rebekah and Elena and came to the conclusion that Kol, and Kol alone was unconscious.

Elena scrambled to her feet, banging against the barrier that kept her out.

“Kol!” Rebekah joined her.

“Why did the spell only affect him?” Elijah joined them, taking a calculating stance to examine the line of salt.

“Because he and I never drank the champagne,” Rebekah growled. “Dammit, he’s not moving. Kol!” She banged the barrier.

Elena dropped the copper band. Her teeth sank into her wrist. Hot blood dripped down on the salt. The air shimmered.

She crossed the line and dropped to her knees. “Kol?” She slapped his face gently. “Kol?”

Rebekah’s shoulders slumped when she heard him breathing and knelt, reaching into his pocket for the shackles. She fitted them onto her mother’s wrists.

Kol groaned, eyes fluttering open. “Am I dead?”

A relieved smile met his question, accompanied by a soft laugh. “No,” Elena pushed her hair from her face.

“Are you sure?” He propped his body up, squinting. “I’m fairly certain I’m looking at an angel.”

“He’s fine,” Rebekah snorted. She shoved Kol’s shoulder. “That line was not.”

He tumbled down into the dirt. “I’ll come up with something better when my head stops spinning and I can feel all of my limbs again.”

“That might take a while,” Finn crouched, picking up the discarded bracelet, “as mother’s spell has taken effect.”

“But we broke the link,” Rebekah’s eyes narrowed.

“She would have possessed enough strength affect one,” he stood. His hazel eyes met Elena’s and for a moment they were locked in a staring match as he spun the discarded copper bracelet between his fingers. “Might I suggest placing this where nobody can access it again? I don’t know about you Miss Gilbert, but I dislike having my agency stolen away.”

Elena caught the dark object. “I had it locked away, and your mother still managed to get a hold of it. How she got it out…”

“Your blood,” Finn drawled, “Niklaus has a small store of it. She needed fresh to link us together, but a few drops of stored blood unsealed the locks and expanded the dark magic in the band so it would hold two people in its power.”

“Are you implying that you don’t want to kill us all?” Elijah arched an eyebrow.

“I’m morose, not vindictive; though I’ve every right to be after being abandoned by the lot of you to that damn box.”

“You were a lot more fun in that box,” Klaus smirked. “Those nine-hundred years were so peaceful without your condescension.”

“Knock it off, both of you,” Elena snapped, “before this turns into a fight. Personally, I don’t want the bruises. No matter how short lived they might be.”

“And that brings us to another issue,” Klaus glowered down at her. “What the bloody hell are you?”

“Vampire,” Elijah cleared his throat.

“Witch,” Finn rolled his eyes.

“Original,” Rebekah snickered.

“Hybrid,” Kol blinked.

Klaus’ head snapped around from his siblings to Elena, disbelief in his eyes. Suppressed rage dripped from his tongue. “Am I the only one that didn’t know of this?”

“Uh…” Elena tilted her head, murmuring names as she counted off her family and friends before finally nodding. “Yeah, you were the last to know.”

“Personally I’ve known since 1914,” Rebekah got to her feet, “but we’ve got bigger issues tight now than the supernatural transition you two,” she pointed to Klaus and Elijah, “pushed her towards.”

“Us?”

“What other option did I have when you locked me in the Fauline cottage? And before you can ask, yes that was me – curtesy of a spell gone awry.” She stood, helping Kol to his feet. “Who knows what would have happened if you broke the curse ninety-seven years early? I get migraines just thinking about the possibilities.”

“Then don’t think about it,” Kol stood slowly, brushing dirt from his sleeves. “What are the bigger issues, Bex?”

“Off the top of my head I’m gonna say mother, the blood link and you,” she shrugged, looking down to her unconscious mother.

“What’s wrong with me?” A line appeared between his brows. The confusion was mirrored by the others in the clearing.

“Have any of you smelled him?” Rebekah crossed her arms.

“Oddly enough that’s not my first instinct,” Klaus scoffed.

“I thought that’s what canines did,” Elena smirked, glancing at Rebekah. She leaned closer to Kol and caught the scent Rebekah had already caught. “Oh my God.”

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Elena’s fingers drummed over her elbows in time with her pounding heart. She stared at the opaque glass through which she could hear the silent sobs of her best friend.

Still night air circled around her, holding her in place as she stood, wavering between action and inaction. To knock or not to knock.

Shakespeare had nothing on her quandary.

Her hand came up, hesitating over the door. With knuckles poised to rap on wood she stood stock still and held her breath before finally knocking.

She was still gnawing on her bottom lip when the light spilled out, nearly blinding her. She closed her eyes, blinking against the harsh glare; it was nothing she couldn’t handle and far less than the brilliance of the Omega sphere. If she could take the burning brilliance of a hundred stars she could take a 60 watt bulb.

“She doesn’t want to see you,” Caroline glanced over her shoulder.

“I doubted she would,” Elena heard Bonnie’s heart around the corner. “I just… I wanted to tell her that I’m sorry.”

“She doesn’t want to hear it,” Caroline smiled sadly. “Why didn’t you tell us what was going on?”

She lowered her eyes and reached into her pocket. The dark energy hummed between her fingers.

“This bracelet forces obedience,” her thumb smoothed over the copper. “I had it locked away where it couldn’t hurt anybody, but Bo… the page found its way to Esther’s hand and with the blood Klaus had on hand she was able to… circumvent my spell. I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t tell you I was linked to them, or what would happen if the Originals were to die.”

Caroline stared at the innocuous ring of copper, wondering how such a little thing had caused so much trouble.

“Can’t I talk to her?” Elena put the object back in her pocket.

“Abby’s in transition, ‘Lena,” Caroline shook her head, gold glittered in her hair. “It’s going to be really hard over the next few days and she needs time to deal with it. I think you should give it to her.” Her mouth turned down as tears shimmered in Elena’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I know you want to help, but put yourself in her shoes. She wanted to get rid of Klaus and to save you because she loves you so much – and she wanted to stop it when she found out what would happen to you – but somehow she was the one that got hurt. You just need to give her time.”

“Okay,” she nodded slowly; a single tear slipped down over her cheekbone. “You’re right… I know you’re right. I just… just tell her that I love her, okay? And that I’m so sorry. If there had been another way…”

“I’ll tell her,” Caroline gripped the doorknob. She took a step forward, calling after her friend.

“Yeah?” She paused on the bottom step, staring down at the ground.

“What would have happened if the Originals died?”

She glanced back over her shoulder, locking eyes with the blonde. She knew what it would have sounded like to Bonnie in that moment – justification for her actions – but Bonnie was out of earshot.

“Esther wanted to wipe her ‘mistake’ from the face of the earth. She wanted to eradicate the plague she set on the world. Do you really think killing her children would have been enough?” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Within twenty-four hours every vampire would have died and thrown the balance of nature into chaos. Kind of makes me wonder what the Bennett ancestors were thinking.”

She held Caroline’s wide gaze for a moment before turning away. If Bonnie wouldn’t let her in for comfort she would hurry back to the mansion.

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“Here,” a water bottle was shoved into his cold hands, “hydrate yourself.”

“Is that really necessary?” He pinched the bridge of his nose to alleviate the pressure behind his eyes.

“Yes,” Elena slammed the door to the mansion. Her shoes clicked over the marble floor. “When was the last time you drank water?”

She hadn’t expected to stump him with the simple question, which told her he definitely needed the liquid.

“Drink your water,” she perched on the edge of the couch and pulled a thick file from her purse, “who knows what your immune system is like after a thousand years.”

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