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6th LI idea

My thoughts on what could be for a sixth love interest. I personally think the five are great and that they are enough, so this is just for fun. 

Identity and Backstory

With the other five covering a wide basis, it feels like another human li would just crowd the party, so someone closer to the multiple past lives and mystical parts of the story is better. Now here comes the hear me out. I am a Zayne main, so I would personally throw hands with Astra, but it would be compelling to me, at least, to truly have the enemies-to-lovers trope Sylus was originally assumed to have in his storyline. Sylus’s part of Death and Rebirth tells us that Mc was either born or created in deep space. So maybe her reincarnations are because (big leap incoming) she’s a goddess like Astra who envied the mortals’ freedom or just got tired of living forever. She seals off her divinity and throws herself into deep space to be reborn. The deepspace then spits her out in the timelines with the other love interests as either human or philosian. The li’s all fall for and follow her so fast because of her hidden godhood alongside her personality and her being an empath (her evol). 

Astra is stuck in the loser’s seat and can only watch, so he gets pissy. He takes it out on the five, so it curses the lives they live with Mc to all end tragically. In the current one, he finally has had enough of it all and does exactly what Mc did and throws himself in with the assumption he’d retain his memories because he didn’t seal away his divinity. Nope, he ends up in Linkon, not knowing dookie, like Prince Eric from Enchanted. After wandering around and having to discover the evils of the world, like capitalism and such, he is saved by seeing her and falls hard. 

Alternatively, I like the idea of him coming to Linkon knowing his origin but then losing it slowly. And he hopes and prays he meets her before time runs out so he can convince her to come back with him, but just as the last fragment leaves him…lo and behold, there she is in all her glory. You know, for the angst.

Job—or What kind of Ken is He

None. He is ‘unemployed Ken,’ who uses his evol (god power) to make potions and perform parlor tricks. He is like MC, so people are just drawn to him like he’s a cult leader to his own church. This cringe-fest of a rat king is living in an abandoned manor in a no-hunt zone with a cult willing to die for him much less than devote their assets to him.

Personality

The charming but slimy guy you met at a party who winked at you, and you imagined an entire life together in the time it took for him to notice you staring and call you over with a nod and sly smile. As you approach, he's going wide-eyed while he stuttered out a greeting. He didn’t think you’d actually come over, and you want to flirt too. He never recover. (He might faint.) Please don't ruin his reputation; he’s got a good thing going here. 

Or in other words, he is the wild card who is impulsive but always gives away his play by saying too much. This leads to him constantly being at odds with himself, but he is a god deep down, so somehow he always pulls through. Ask him for something and you’ll get it, but it comes from a bloody hand. You meet his eye and find a dopey grin equally as grim as his lip is busted, and it's staining his teeth red. Yes, he could have sent one of his followers, but he, like the others, lives by the rule of “if he wanted to, he would.” 

The enemies-to-lovers come in when he comes across Ever, and they tell him that they can show him his past and powers and bring him back to them if he helps them. You find out and take it badly. He has to stay consistent in order to finally get it all back. He questions whether the end truly justifies the means if it hurts this badly. 

Aesthetics—the most fun part, of course.

Think Southern Gothic and a tall, lanky walking corpse wandering in an old mansion covered in moss and vines. Long and unkempt red hair flows down his spine as he creeps with a slouch. The sleeves of his dress shirt are cuffed to his forearms, revealing symbols even he doesn’t know the meanings of. Sometimes they move and depict things yet to come. One day, as he drags himself from bed, Silver Eyes finds new tattoos of a gun, a pocket watch, and a setting sun. That same day, Caleb passed him on his way to end one of your stalkers. He found a watch left behind in the cafe Sylus dropped, and he saw you resting after a long shift on a rooftop, the golden light of dusk casting beautifully against your skin. The three symbols are replaced by new ones the next morning.

- He’s a pack rat with sticky fingers.

- Loves accessories. Rings on every finger, and his ears are covered with piercings. 

 - If it sparks joy, it's going to end up on him. Shake him and turn him upside down like a 90’s bully, and all you’ll see are various shiny trinkets fall to the ground.

- Dresses like a man plucked out of the 1940s. The wardrobe consists entirely of turtlenecks, wide suit pants, vests, and dinner jackets with visible sewn shoulders. The color palette is browns, charcoal, gold, and darker greens. 

Dates with him would include

- Like the inner voice in Mc’s head telling her to take and devour Sylus, she would get unnerving vibes from the start

- They both feel a weird sense of deja vu, like “We’ve played this game before, haven’t we?” every time they run into each other. If they meet during one of her missions, he will drop whatever he’s supposed to be doing and follow her, and he’s being compelled to do so. 

- After MC is nice to him once, he will assume you two are a thing, destined for love, cosmically bound, or something else poetic and macabre. He’s the type to jokingly ask if he can crawl into your chest to cuddle. You laugh it off and agree, also joking, already walking off. He's staring you down because he really wasn't joking. 

- Fancy balls he stuck you both into; you're snacking and snickering at the people who were actually invited. He is mocking an old lady by clutching her pearls that he swiped off of her. 

How he is in the game

Playing with him in Kitty Cards and the claw machine is great for grinding because he’s terrible at both. He’s far too busy staring at you to actually think it, though. He’s self-aware, though, so he won’t take a turn at the claw machine unless you want him to. 

His ability in Kitty Cards is that he’ll switch out your entire hand for a new one from the deck. In the claw machine, he’ll cheat by breaking in and handing you a freebie

The default nickname is Princess because he wants to give the world even if he doesn’t have it all to give.

His first birthday gift to you is a trinket box full of jewelry; the second is a set of two uranium glass decanters filled with ‘love’ potion with the label “Drink it when you miss me.” (he hints that you’ll find out its absinthe in one and strawberry wine in the other if you drink it)

His birthday date dress for you is a floor length distressed knit dress with draping sleeves.

His plushie would a mouse holding a hourglass or a two-headed teddy bear.

Music 

-Loves 1950’s and 60’s

-The platters,Fank Sinatra, Paul Anka

- Postmodern Jukebox is his favorite thing ever; please see their cover of My Chemical Romance’s Ghost of You

- I Monster and Will Wood, and the Tapeworms are blasted in that mansion.

Name ideas

Theodore—Gift from god in Greek

Mihail is the Slavic version of Michael, which sometimes gets changed to Misho/Mishka, meaning "mouse," because the Greek god Apollo is also called the "lord of mice."

The rat motif originates from his constant lying and betrayal to be with the MC. His choice to live far from the light if it's not yours. His cult-like following always acts as his hands or moves in his favor, but also causes him problems like a rat king in nature. He would be the one to snitch to Ever about the other 5’s plans if he could.

Tiny bite for thought

“Do you want me to live for you?” He asks plainly, almost as if it were dinner on the line instead of the entire world at stake. Her face remains unfazed, but the shake of her curls and hands betrays her. They both had so much to lose if this went sideways, but this was him after all, and he always flew by the seat of his pants. With a much kinder smile than before, he drops to his knees and stretches his shaking arms to her. If anyone else had been there to witness the scene, they’d only come to assume he was worshipping her as a goddess. They would be right.

This was the last straw for her, and she finally let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. It was strange for her to love him, especially after all that the god that wore his face had done. She will have him at his word. And what if he betrayed her? Then she’d kill a god. Simple as that, just as he always said. She takes his hands in her own and kisses his knuckles. “I want. You are mine.” The man below’s features brighten in an instant, his lips curling into a wide grin. “Can we go home now?” he jokes, already pulling her towards the bridge. She giggles and pulls him back into her arms. “Yeah, sure, but I’ll devour you here first.” He gulps and blushes. “Oh gods.”

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Headcannons for the Lads! Boys with a Black Mc

Rafayel: 

has and will ask to put shells and trinkets into your hair when you braid it if you keep long enough. 

I think he would grow his hair out again once you two are locked in so braiding nights are sacred in the studio. He would whisper Lemurian praises and blessing into it as he does each one.

The exhibitions yall go to are just runways for the dresses or suits he puts you in. He loves how the colors and jewerly makes the colors of your skin pop even more. He worships you and will make you shine like the divine creature you are and is loud about it

He doesn’t do portraits but there are so many paintings in the gallery filled with rich shades of brown and golds details. You can make out the your silhouette hidden somewhere in each one.

Very eclectic, the playlist you two share are filled with Rihanna,Kehlani, Frank Ocean, Nat King Cole, and Three Sacred Souls

Sing for him and he might just ascend

Sylus

The epitome of “Bottoms up”, do not threaten to dance on him cause now its a competition of who will make it not be “dancing” anymore

In the clubs, if you get toxic and spoiled with your friends. He’d stare all proud like ‘yeah I did that. They will never see another receipt in their life.

Loves watching you argue with Mephisto like he’s your own child who talking back to you

Will start tiny arguments with you just see you get petty. Make his pockets hurt, he begs you

Loves Anita Baker and Sade, He’s a sucker for when neo soul meets Jazz. Think of “Been so Long” by Anita Baker

Both he and Caleb will put you in airjail no matter where yall are and ya just gotta be alright with that. Yes,he wants you to continue fussing at him in his arms.

He like Rafayel would love you to sing for him. Recordings too please. We support the greedy here.

Caleb

Grew up doing your hair and will always been obsessed with the smell of the products (Its you and the products but anyways)  Keeps a set of them all at his place for when you come over. Will smell em like candles when he misses you. It's like a reward.

Will fight sleep violently when you do his hair for him. His scalp masseuse, aka you, is holding back giggles as his head jerks every few minutes.

Learned to cook the stuff like his famous chicken wings and taught you as he perfected it himself. It was a fun thing you two could share.

Loved Space jam, played it over and over again when you were kids saying it was for you. You are his Dafty Duck to His Bugs Bunny.

Please invite him to do stuff with you. Could be anything. Grocery shopping, let him plan meals in the dairy aisle. Hungry? Call him to eat lunch together. Escape rooms and Smash rooms, book them and you know he coming.

Knows every T-Pain and Mac Miller song there is by heart and will sing it louder than you while going on late-night drives with you.

He firmly believes Mutt by Leon Thomas is for him. 

Loves going to flea markets and festivals with you. Can make funnel cake and fried Oreos for y'all to share when you get back home

Xavier

The sight of his light cast on your skin is enchanting to him. He would stare at it for hours if he could. 

Sometimes he will make a halo shape around your head when you aren’t paying attention to him. The old ladies in the park have caught him multiple times and find him adorable.

Please, please, please let him lie with you while your hair is loose. If you have braids or an updo, please, for the good of the people, let him play with it as he falls asleep every so often.

If you can cook, congrats; he will now live and breathe for a plate of whatever it is you're cooking in your apartment. Has never been picky and won't start now. 

You had made a playlist for him, and it is all he listens to now. 

Uh oh, new hobby unlocked. I hope you made it as long as you possibly could, cause he will go find the vinyl for each one. 

I think he likes Lofi, Steve Lacy, The Ink Spots, and Frank Ocean.

Bedroom R&B is a guilty pleasure; some of the lyrics are just as low-key freaky and subtle as he is. 

Zayne (MY LOVE)

Secretly loves all the pet names you give him. “What do you mean I'm your 'Sug'? Oh as in "Sugar", alright. Is ‘Bookie’ and 'Pookie' in the same vein then?” 

If you are a shameless flirt, please prepare yourself because you aren’t ready for when he gives you that same energy back. And you're going to have to think it through a little bit, because that line he just dropped ever so smoothly on you has layers to it. 

If you are the energetic type, he will live vicariously through you as you bounce over walls. Likes when you fill the silence. 

Can and will recite every word you said if you rant to him about anything afterward like there's a test if you ask him to. He's listening and listening hard. He said something about yourself that scared you a bit because how you know all that but no you muttered it to him at 4 am.

If someone upsets the two of you, please be his anger translator. Yeah, he could read them for filth with one line, but you keep going till it hits deep.

In the card “Heartstring Notes,” he shows you a song that sounds like a Prince song, so, yep, he likes Whitney Houston, Prince, and Michael Jackson. Like Sylus, I think neo-soul and jazz are perfect for him

 Coffee by Miguel after you spend that first night together

Please invade his space. Leave your stuff in his bathroom. Put a set of clothes next to his in his office drawer. Put an extra hair tie on his arm while you two are in line for coffee. Crawl into his lap while he works. I beg you for him. It grounds him to see you and traces of you near him.

Sing Doctor by Doja Cat when he walks into the room and see what happens

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What is the definition of love?

Pairing: Zayne x Reader

w/c:485

 “What does love really mean to you?” 

Late one shift, Greyson had asked him, still thinking about another failed date's events. Both doctors were sprawled over much-too-small lobby chairs. Blaring white lights shone into their strained eyes as the words spilled from his lips before he could catch them. You were the only thing on Zayne’s mind right now, like the world’s most sappy word association game. Love was the look in your eye when he got you a plushie by cheating with his evol. Love was late-night BBQ runs filled with a quick detour to a bakery. Ever since you both were kids, Zayne had always defined love as something he has with you. 

But he can’t tell Greyson that. He has to give an answer that reflects his brilliant and logical mind, right? All of the moments he shared with you were silly and almost brain-dead, as he would simply allow himself to turn into mush around you. Soft and warm mush as he lay with you in his arms, both of you rambling on about nothing and everything at once. 

“Love is a neurochemical reaction to outward stimuli-” The doctor answers before the mushy center can with a prepared speech on dopamine, but Greyson interrupts with a loud sigh. “No, we know that, but beyond that,” Zayne responds with a sigh of his own. “I’m aware; my actual answer is much too hard to explain at such a late hour.” The sound of pagers is heard throughout the room, and they’re both gone in an instant. Although the interaction is over, the question lingers in the back of Zayne’s mind. He wants to ask you. You were much better suited to these things, but that would be cheating, wouldn’t it? So, instead, he let it fester till he came up with his own answer.

After another night tangled in the sheets of your bed, Zayne realized what you really are. A drug of the worst variety. This is affectionate, I swear, but he really does see you in the same vein as his biggest opp, alcohol. A single drop and he’s knocked on his ass, flying on a high he never wants to come down from. The control and resilience he’s worked so hard to build all go to waste when you touch him. When you dare to say you want him, his brain fries when your thighs straddle his. The composure is shattered as you let him fall onto your chest after he all but begs to hear your heartbeat. Just checking to see if it's still working as his hands shake and his breath halts. He needs to know you're real. That you're ok and that this isn’t just another dream he’ll wake up from. 

Love, to Zayne, was a way of freeing himself. An exciting rush followed by a calm wave that he never wished to wean himself from.

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Sylus x Fem Reader

An: This is based on Lestat's monologue about Louis for IwAV

Wc:480

Her beauty has always maddened me.

Slyus watched through dark red screens as the light of his life tore apart another wave of wanderers. His carefully made composure unravels at the sight. Enough for his fingers to tremble, for his breath to catch, for something unbearably fond and tragic to set behind his eyes.

A bright smile on her face as she lays out more. Their screams echo all around her as if music accompanies an angel's presence. Ever so graceful fingers glide over the gun to reload as if it's second nature. It was always moments like this when she looked most like her past self. Even after years on this new earth and building his very own kingdom from the dirt, now he was only certain of two things in this world. One was that the witch of his dreams and past finally stood in front of him once again and the second was that he'd be a damned fool to let her slip from his grasp once more.

All of these years of remembering the sound of her voice, the feel of her hands in his own, and the taste of her greed weighed heavy on his head. The guilt of leaving her alone in the field, hearing her final curse of him was far worse of a pain than that claymore ever could be. Perhaps her forgetting their love was a bittersweet gift. He could finally be with her. Gone was the era of witch hunts, angry mobs, or fiends, all replaced with skyscrapers, flashbangs, and wanderers. She could know him for what he truly was beneath claws and fangs. Her dragon was gone and now stood a man aching to hold her.

I think I idealize her in my mind when I'm not with her.

He had spent that night watching over her till she returned home. She finally has a home of her own. He remembered the long nights they had spent talking about the things they wanted to have but couldn't. Greedy things like family, love, and a warm home to return after it all. White hot tears threaten to fall as he pulls himself away from the screen. Through glistening eyes, He vows to cherish this second chance.

Somehow, this vow leads to her on his lap with a gun pointed at his head, but later, she runs towards him in a crowded street over weeks apart. A single searing kiss is shared before he can realize what she's done. She didn't realize how a single touch could destroy him. He gazes down at her with eyes far too soft for a creature that sharp and jagged.

But then when I see her again, I'm overcome.

A year after meeting again, he's falling fast asleep with his head in her lap just as he did long ago. Her smile is bright as ever, and a flurry of teases is shared between them.

[vampworks]

Playing games you can't win

Pairing: Caleb x Reader

w/c: 1.3K, revised

A/n: Me and that chip have beef. Also, Caleb and Dog-Coded Love has me like Charlie Day at that red string board.

Summary: After three weeks of Caleb trying to win you over, you finally have enough. He quickly finds that he can't handle it.

Warning: Toxic love, pipspeak as a pet name, mourning, intimacy, angst, Caleb gets very little comfort

The push and pull of it all was far too much. The thick tension and blistering heat were too much, too soon. For the past three weeks, you were trapped ‘playing house’ in Caleb’s sad, dusk-ridden condo high above Linkon with him. Your original mission was long since ruined by the colonel’s involvement. So your days were spent planning your escape and watching Wontony float around. The silence was filled with your questioning the poor robot about a man it seemed you both just met.

The colonel, as you called him, was a cold and calculating shell of a man you couldn’t stand. The fact that he wore Caleb’s face was just icing on the cake. All attempts to draw a reaction were pointless, as those lilac eyes stared you down like a misbehaving child. A mug is thrown and shattered at his chest. His response? Nothing but an empty grin and tease. Caleb, on the other hand, is just as much the man you had mourned for a year. He was back with a crippling heat beneath his skin. He was just as touchy as when you were kids, if not more. The few times he did appear, he’d only test how far you would let him. Large hands tread down your shoulders with a practiced grace only to rest above the small of your waist. His chest heaves as he freezes, searching your features (pleading) for approval. It never came.

Narrowed eyes and furrowed brows softened, leaving behind what only could be a starved dog left in the cold. Searching and begging for anything akin to love or at least warmth. You could have called him pathetic at the sight of him on his knees; hell, he sure does. The two of you were so close. Caleb was practically vibrating while pawing you in every place he could. Lilac eyes traced the curve of your jaw and neck as if you'd break if he lost even a moment of control. His plagued mind likened it to every slow-burn romance you had forced him to see growing up. He would never admit it, but they were just as much a comfort to him as to you. They were predictable. Safe, as they all followed the same predestined path, he could study like planes or bugs in the backyard

First, there was the meet-cute, then the build-up where feelings blossom. Some kind of misunderstanding breaks the progression, and the two separate. After the problem is resolved, the music swells, leading to a big kiss or the PG-13-rated makeout scene. Then, they ride off into the sunset. He was trying so hard to follow the plan; maybe then you'll fall for him like he had from the start. Nothing about this "resurrection" has gone right so far, so here we are, back at the starting line every time Caleb falls to catch himself. Far too much, far too soon. So now he’ll wait for you to make the first move. He’ll wait with a smile like he always has, but now it comes with an agonizing pain to know you’re finally seeing him as the crazed man he is. No more hiding, no more wishing from afar.

Now is the time to call in reinforcements, so movie night it is. Don't ask how long it took to organize a weekend off, but for you, it was more than worth it.

'10 Things I Hate About You' is on the screen before you both. The smell of braised chicken was still in the air from dinner as Caleb slowly inched his way to your side of the couch. By the time Heath Ledger sings on the bleachers, his left arm slowly comes to rest on the back of the couch. behind your head. Dorky and goofy at best, but it’ll have to do. After bickering over whether Cruel Intentions or Love and Basketball should be next, somehow your legs just fell into his lap. “Oh no, Pipesqueak, I guess you'll just have to leave them there ‘cause the movie is starting. It seems 'Cruel Intentions' won while you weren't lookin'.” A new shit-eating plastering of his face as he speaks. It sounds like home for a second.

You were so focused on his dorky grin and teasing that he won again using his evol. The man chokes down a snort as the title card plays, but you only glare and huff. It's a small thing, but it only sets him back further as the memory of him holding your legs down with it comes crawling back up. Seeing red, you storm off. Sure, you're a sore loser, maybe even a brat, but dear God. Can you have one night without feeling weak compared to him? Without the thought of the colonel.

He’s quick to follow you throughout the apartment with a racing heart. Your escape attempt be damned. You were just going to walk out that door, no matter what he did to stop you. The sound of his voice echoes throughout the place as he begs for another chance for you to just see things his way. His words go in one ear and out the other as you pack your things, practically shoving them back into your luggage. He blocks the doorway with his large frame but soon falls to his knees after seeing that fire in your eyes. "Please, let me fix this. I love you more than you could ever know. All of this has been for you." His arms flail around, and you flinch back as large, trembling fingers grasp your legs, his head pressed into your waist. “Let me go, Caleb.” You hissed through gritted teeth. You couldn't play this game anymore. You weren’t that kid he left behind, but he was still the boy you lost. He only tightens his hold. "You don't understand, Pip. I just got you back. How in the hell am I suppose' to live without you again?"  He barked.

You scoffed. "That's the thing. You can't fathom the idea of me gone, but I had to bury you. That's why I will always win this little game, huh?" Your words cut through him like knives into his flesh. You lift his head with your fingers beneath his chin. He lets out something like a whine. It brings about a new and sickening thought to play out in your head like cruel revenge. You still loved him dearly, and you'd give him exactly what he wanted from the start. You'd be his while you held his leash. "You don't need me, right?" You mock his own words with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes.

Darkened eyes never leave his as you brush the hair from his forehead. He’s blessed with a single moment of reprieve as you place a kiss there. Then, he is thrust into the hell of his creation. 

You bend to kiss him. It's rough and heated. Nothing like those movies before. A disgusting mess of teeth clashing and you biting his lip till it bleeds for good measure. Neither of you pulled away for air, now in a new game of who would own the other and who was a coward. Caleb finally breaks as tears threaten to fall down the apples of his cheeks. Every voice in his head screams out to grab you and never let go, but he doesn't. He told you that any pain you gave him was a gift to be cherished, and this was no different.

Soon enough, the man is a drooling mess, gazing back up at you as you pull away. "Breathe, Caleb. I love you too." Your voice is sickeningly sweet as your hands find purchase in his hair, soothing him, petting him. "Bye~." The door slams behind you. He flinched at the sound.

A second later, you're gone down the hall, bringing up a finger to swipe away the blood left behind. The taste is almost sweet on your tongue as you plan your next move. The colonel was going to die whether you had to take out the whole fleet to do it or not.

There's a gaping hole in my chest. A you-sized cave that aches and calls out to be filled. For years, I watched over you as a dog guards its flock. My teeth and claws protected you from the wolves all around but I was just as hungry as them. I longed for your taste as I kissed your wounds. I dreamt of your insides as you hugged me. My eyes are tearing into your flesh just as they would. I am no better, but maybe You have always known this and loved me anyway. Maybe your love will absolve my sins.

[vampworks]

At Last

Pairing(s): Caleb xreader (platonic) Sylus x reader x Zayne( love triangle)

Caleb chooses the worst way to announce his homecoming or in other words, that one scene in Deadpool and Wolverine. "He has risen, baby girl." "Fuck!".

w/c: 3k

warnings: angst, comfort, trauma, pet names, intimacy, profanity, mentions of death, mentions of medication.

To the family of Josephine and Caleb Yizhou, we regret to inform you that, per verification process conducted by Linkon City Government. Both Josephine and Caleb have been officially recorded as decreased due the accident on the date of xx-xx-xx. We kindly request you to-

You could barely stomach reading the rest of the text. It has been nearly 3 years since you lost it all. Only now had they finished their investigation. How long did they take to realize what you had years ago. That your family was gone. Caleb was gone. With a new gift of nausea, you felt the numbness crawling back up again. The dread you thought you had grown customed to.

On the way to city hall, you cancel tonight’s date with Zayne with a text of your own. You didn’t even think of your promise to let him in more. Something came up, will explain later. Far too short for casual. It didn’t have the usual warmth you had when you spoke to him. You knew he would suspect something.  Hell, not even a heart at end of it. He probably thinks the world was ending for you. Maybe He’d be right. You have the spent the last 3 years trying to cope. Trying to rebuild any semblance of happiness. All of what. All it took was one text. One mention of their names for it to come crashing down. Congrats, you were still the hopeless kid thrown onto you ass from the blast. Staring at the burning remains of everything you’ve known.

Two weeks of haunting the earth with each step you took later. Everyone could see you hurting, it had made you numb to anything but work. Old habits die hard as they say. You took far too many missions only to burn through with berserk-like brutality.  Captain Jenna would have congratulated your latest efforts if it wasn’t for the thousand-yard stare you had with the floor every time you spoke. “Go home, y/ln” You couldn’t even muster an argument, so you packed your bag and trudged back to your empty apartment.

Finally, at your door, the sick feeling you had feeling eased for a single moment. A pair of strong arms had engulfed you leaving no room for escape. The familiar scent of gunmetal and rich cologne filled your senses. “Sy-“ you managed to let out in a huff. “Hello to you too, Kitten.” Normally you’d return his hug but once again the strength never came. With a huff of his own, the giant of a man lowers himself to his knees. Dark red eyes bore into e/c, so he looked for any signs of life, but you stared right back with a cold expressionless glaze. Still lost in the haze of it all. “You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, sweetie but please tell that you’re all right at leas.” He pleaded, his voice losing the honeyed sound for a much softer tone. “Please, y/n.”

After agonizing over trying to make any noise at all. Something rancid leaves your lips. “I’m fine, just leave alright. I can’t do this right now.”  You bite. The pleading eyes beneath you once again shift with a tired furrow in his brow. “You can’t do what? I came because you’ve been blowing off my calls. Zayne told me you skipped picking up your medication and the date that you planned with him.” You weakly pushed him away, reaching for the lock. His hand takes hold of your wrist. “Y/N”, more than a little stern. It was like talking to child, but it finally caught your attention. “What Sylus. I’m tired and I just want to sleep. I will get the damn pills in the morning and you’re both busy anyway. Just please let me go before I-’ The irritating chime of your phone cuts you off before you ruin the delicate facade of control. Another sigh and a painful glance up at him, you answer the call. “Hello” The hunter in you came out and sound just as cold as before. “Hello, am I speaking with Y/LN. Apologies of the late hour, but I called to deliver a message from Farspace Fleet command center, are you available at the moment?" The man asked, his chirper tone made you even more nauseous, but you agreed without a second thought. It was probably just courtesy since the investigation message you received. The man explained that fleet FSCV-001 would be returning to Sky haven soon and your presences was requested by a colonel by the name of Caleb Yizhou. The second shoe drops. Blood rushed to your head. The air ripped from your lungs.

Sylus caught you as your legs gave out from beneath you and brought you inside the apartment. It took every once of strength in your body to keep listening. “Ma’am, he also recorded a voice memo for you, I’ll play it for you now.  You shook away the tears that threatened to fall but it was too late. “Hey, pipsqueak. You’re not dreaming. Looks like you ‘ve been holding up well since I was gone. That’s precisely why I had to hurry back. Can’t give you a chance to forget about me. Don’t worry, I won’t disappear on you again- “You were now clinging to Sylus. Your nails are crawling against his back. The silky fabric bunching and wrinkling in your grasp but neither of you care. Gasping for breath as you hung on every word your lost friend spoke.

“Oh, one more thing. Don’t be afraid, I’m back now.” End of recording, Thank you for your time, Miss. You heard the bleep after he hung up. You were still fighting back the urge to scream. Sylus held you tighter, still on the floor barely past your doorframe. “Y/n, its ok. Let go.”  He coaxed. Perhaps that’s what you were waiting for because you finally sobbed. You broke down the way you’ve wanted to for years now. Never allowing yourself to truly to feel what you had so tightly tucked away. He held you there till you fell asleep from exhaustion, gently soothing you while running his left hand up and down your back. His right found its way into your hair, pressing your head further into the crook of his neck. “It’ll be alright, my love”. He cooed, carrying you off to bed. He had watched you through Mephisto’s eye the whole time like he always has.

It was torture for him to listen to your voicemail while you threw yourself at wanderer days in and day out. The jokey and joyful tone hurt like knives knowing you probably hadn’t spoken like that to anyone in weeks. “Hey, you’ve reached my phone. Now come and find me. Heh he. But seriously sorry I missed your call. Leave a message and I’ll get back to ya.” You seemed so happy before. Of course, he knew of Caleb’s whereabouts. He had been subtly preparing you for the blow with lines like ‘careful who you trust from now on’ and ‘sometimes the closest to us may do the most harm’, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Here you were hurting in a way he couldn’t solve. With a heavy sigh, he called Zayne (his so-called rival) for help and your comfort. Zayne knew Caleb personally, he would soothe both of your worries.

 “Fuck!”, Zayne hissed in response to the news over the phone. There's a loud bang to the console before icicles cling to the windshield. He was headed home after a long shift but made a very sharp U-turn back towards your apartment. “I’ll be there in a moment don’t alert Xavier." The doctor practically growled.

Sylus’s eyes grew wide at the response, but quickly recovered with a deep sigh. After 15 minutes of almost speeding, Zayne arrives at your apartment with an anger never seen before. “Is she alright. How long before that bastard arrives.” Zayne calms himself and scans over the apartment for you while glancing back at Sylus for his answers. Sylus falls back into the much too small sofa, letting out the groan of a sore old man. “She’s not well but she’s sleeping in the back for now. From what I heard, there’s five days before the fleet lands. He asked her to meet him in Skyhaven. He sounded genuine but it’s still suspicious. Why wait til now.” Zayne nodded, busying himself in your kitchen. Tea would do little to calm them, but it was something. Anything to keep him from going over there himself and picking up a fight he knew only would hurt you more. “What was he like, when you knew him. Perhaps he’s had a motive this whole time?”

“Obsessive.” The doctor snorted. “The poor girl was smothered with him, but she saw nothing but her protective best friend. Pushed me away any chance he could.” It was now Sylus’s turn to laugh. “So, playing house never-ending well, I take?” The dark-haired man sighed into his mug. “Y/n had proudly declared me as her husband since she was 9, but Caleb said I should stay in my place as the friendly neighbor or the dog. You might be right. Any evidence pointing to Ever in this?” “Nothing concrete yet, but I’ll have something clear soon. He says, checking on Mephisto’s camera feed from Sky Haven.

“I wanna see.” You croaked, voice still hoarse from crying earlier. Both men are up and ready to catch you in an instant. You wobble toward them, light-headed and on bare feet, before nearly falling again. Zayne wins the ‘race’ this time, scooping you and bringing you to the loveseat to sit in his lap. Sylus follows the two of you back and pulls the screen again for you to see. The crimson-tinted screen shows gleaming city streets filled with lights. In the distance, Endless silver towers glow like Christmas up above. Misty fog covered it all, making it look like a hazy dream. “Lovely, do you think you should wait til you’re feeling better before you see him again?” Zayne asked you, his voice losing the bite it had just a moment before. “No, I won’t feel better til I see…him. I want to know what happened.” You said, eyes with tears welling up again. “Why he left me alone?” The last part of that sentence was muffled into Zayne’s turtleneck. “I’m proud of, y/n,” Zayne whispers into your hair. “You’ve been so strong through it all but its ok if you need more time, that’s perfectly fine.” “He’s right, Kitten.”

“Thank you, both of you. I would love to go back to thinking he was gone and moving on, but I really need to see him. Maybe punch him a few times for pay back but still.” You attempt to joke, but a few good hits would definitely help your feelings if you’re being serious. The rest of the night was spent with Zayne and Sylus doing their best to distract you by any means necessary. A silent truce leads to them teasing each other and doting on your head and foot. Two movies, a pile-it-up competition, and half a Hershey pie later, the three of you were tucked into your far-too-small bed. But for two giants and you, you were more than happy to be squished.

One day before Touch Down

“Ok, but if they ask me to sing, I’m gonna ugly cry.” You said finally going grocery shopping again. Sylus had come along. Last time, He complained and said it'll be easier to just order it all from the super luxury brand he always went to, but this time was different. Somewhere between the produce aisle and the deli, he had grown to like the domesticity of it. “I would love to hear you sing again, sweetie but you aren’t capable of 'ugly crying”. He jested, tossing another steak cut into your cart. “I’ll have you know my rendition of ‘At Last’ in college choir could kill a man, I won't even start about ‘Sweet Love’. Tears and all, mister.” “Oh, I’m sure.” Maybe everything will be okay after all. Watching you prepare for a dinner date like nothing occurred at all was nice but the sight of you breaking down like that would always be burned into his brain. He vowed that he’d always be there for you through good times and bad while you scanned the aisle for sweets. He heard you mutter something about deserving a cheat day more than anyone right now. You were right.

Moments Before Touch Down

The cold wind blasts through the fog-ridden streets all around you. The taxi had let you out front of the command center as you requested but it was the long, dreadful walk to the carrier bay that was miserable. The cruel fabric of your own dress blues clashed against the freezing air. The hunter dress code at its finest, the dark blue pencil skirt, blouse, and jacket were awful. Tara had always questioned what you had against the usual dress code, seeing your custom uniform outfitted with leather and pants no less. But you were right in the end. The chance to finally wear your medals was doing very little to make up for it, this sucked ass.

The air was far too thin for your heart’s liking, and the eerie glow of tech through the fog lighting on your way did little to comfort your nerves. Why would Caleb ever choose this place over Linkon? Over you?

Soon enough, the clearance stall was in sight, with a man waiting with your name on a sign. He wore the same dress as the dress blues Caleb used to when he first enlisted. “Hello miss y/ln, correct?” You gave a curt nod before putting on a smile. You were trying your hardest not to go numb again. You promised yourself and the boys that you would be ok and present. “Great, the colonel did make a last minute request of you.” You sighed, mentally prepared for whatever he could’ve thrown at you now. “The colonel spoke such high praise about your singing to the higher ups and you’ve been invited to officially welcome the fleet home with a song.” “Shit” you mumbled beneath a cough saving to save face. If the officer had heard, he paid no mind. You had definitely jinxed it in the store; Sylus’s bad luck had rubbed off on you once again. Plastering a big smile, you spoke, far more chipper, it was painful. “It would be a great honor, thank you.” You say through gritted teeth. “Wonderful, follow me.”

You now found on the highest step leading to the stage, highest seat on the bay as the ship finally touched down. Every bone in you body shivers and shakes. The breathes you now halted as they all file out by rank. Each group called out by squad name led by their colonel. A drone of names and codes you couldn’t hear above the sound of your own racing heart. None of the breathing exercises practiced with Zayne could help now. Only pressing on and waiting for the man who haunted you for years would bring any type of solace.

Once they had all stood in formation, a general comes and gives a speech about unity, the future, and whatever else is on his messy que cards. “And now a song from the Hunters associations’ very own, Y/n Y/ln to welcome us all home. You shot up scanning over the crowd. Suddenly your college recital was nothing compared to this. ‘Just another obstacle before I get to see him.’ You thought. The music starts and so do you.

At last, my love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song

This was cruel. Sickening. He had to have known.

The skies above are blue

My heart is wrapped up in clover

The night I looked at you

A man pushes through the crowd towards the stage. His medals glimmering was he moves with fevor.

Oh, and then the spell was cast

And here we are in heaven

For you are mine

At last

Cheers and clapping filled the air and just as you said. Some of the officials are sobbing. You paid no mind as Bright purple eyes gleamed up at you. He stares at you in awe. As if you had put the clouds into skies that he had flown through for too long. He smiles the same grin he did back then. It was him. The colonel reaches out for you, eager to have you in arms once again. You jump without a second thought. God how you had missed him. How he had missed you. He needs you like air in his lungs. The tight embrace is bone-crushing on his part, but you could’ve asked for tighter. Anything was fine as long as he never let you go again. “Hello again, my little love” You smiled and giggled at the line. Cheeks are growing hot despite the cold chill around you. “Is it really you, Caleb?” You asked, hoping to stay in this blissful dream even if it wasn’t. “Of course, y/n. I’m back. Good luck getting rid of me now.” He laughs. The sound is heaven to your ears. Memories of a childhood together you had buried now come flooding back. “Ugh finally, as if I’d let you go. I might just kidnap you and take you home back with me.” You hiccup. And now it’s his turn to hang on to your words but he snorts and tightens his grasp. “You’ll never hear me complain about it.”  You shove a hand into your pocket to pull the silver chain. It shines between you two as you gently push him back earning a pout from him. The apple-accented dog chain would be united with its owner once again. “Tryna collar me, Princess?” He says already bending down for you. “Yup, then you’ll never run away again.”  You say, hooking the chain around his neck. “Lets get outta here, coffee?” Tears of his own threaten to fall as he speaks.

This was going far better than Caleb ever imagined it would. He’s sure you’ll knock him on his ass later and he sure as hell deserves it but for now, he’ll wrap you in his coat, scoop up and carry you off somewhere warm.

At last, both of you were finally had a home again.

[vampworks]

In His Arms

Word count: 1.4k

Rafayel x GN reader( sylus mention)

Sylusx GN reader (zayne mention)

No use of y/n

Warnings: mentions of death, language, minimal angst, jealousy

Evening

My princess.

My beloved, my sun and stars above.

Oh, how the steady drum of my heart sings as it beats only for you.

Nothing but silk sheets and lace drapes over her dewy skin. Warmth practically glowing red in her cheeks. The crashing waves had finally lulled my dearest to rest after dragging me all over town. She had rambled on about weapons and plans she had made for us both. Maybe my taunts had really gone to her head. I said to never leave me behind again, I was joking but I’ll never complain.

I watched over her as she slept, old habits seeping to the surface once again. I listen out for the sound of guards coming to her rescue or only to be met with her phone’s chime. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding in. That murderer she called ‘Sylus’ would just have to wait. Perhaps he would have his turn like I did. She stirs beside me as if she could hear my contempt for the man.

Tired eyes slowly take her surroundings. I followed her gaze from scattered paintings, the setting sun, Reddy, and then up my chest to that one mole she insisted was “pretty”. I thought to tease her, but the words caught in my throat.

Those bright eyes finally meet mine with a divine beauty I’d never seen anywhere else. It was always quiet moments like this that reminded me why I made that promise so long ago. I’ve given up everything I’ve ever had to hold her in my arms. To know the warmth beneath her skin and feel of her touch.

I’d do it all again without a single thought. Back then, they called me a selfish and cruel creature. A monster made only with lust in the heart. I was to be their god, the one meant to protect them, and I betrayed my kind time and time again, for I am a beast of pleasure. Life after life, I would give my dying breath for the final taste of my beloved’s lips. The sun for a brush of her fingertips on mine. And the sea for the soft sting of her nails clawing my back.  If she wanted, I would become something truly awful. Lemuria be dammed if I get to spend my life wrapped in her embrace.

“Rafie?” My breath hitches like the sound of her voice beside me. Small, airy, weightless, as it sounds again. “You, ok?” She groans eyes squeezed shut again as her fingers rub against them. I silently pleaded to whatever was above that she’d look at me once more. Even for a moment.  “I’m dying.” She shuts up in an instant. Her tired eyes were now blown wide as she stared at me. It seems to grant my wish. Her eyes searched in a scattered frenzy for answers, only to receive a snort I couldn’t hide back. The girl beside me only falls back to my side with a long groan. Her head rests on my arm; it’s completely numb beneath her, but I don’t dare move it. “Raf, what’s wrong?” She repeats, this time, a bit stern. “I’m just wondering why my little bodyguard is crushing my poor arm.” I whine with a pout on my lips. Not my finest save, but it’ll do. She only grumbles and moves to straddle my waist. “Shut up, you know you love me,” her voice muffled as she nestled into the crook of my neck. More than you’ll ever know, my beloved bride.

Nightfall

My Goddess,

My solace,

Mine own heart, kindled spirits intertwined til the end of our eternity

I see her as she speeds towards my tower on my bike.

A beautiful sight I engross myself in even through a screen, the sound of pitiful old men with power complexes drowned out as noise to ignore. “You have somewhere better to be?” One of the men questions. Echos of my arrogance follow suit across the table. A few far too busy drinking themselves stupid to care.

The so called leader's words are ever as pompous as him. “You underestimate me if you think I’ll just fade away.” With a wave of my hand, he does just that with a shrill scream that lasts far too long. “The rest of you are dismissed. You know what I want. Handle it.” I command, already out of the dining hall.

30 minutes later, Mephisto announces her arrival. The camera in the elevator shows her disheveled uniform and angered features. A lesser man would see a deadly combination that would be his downfall in her stride, but not I. That little hunter stomping through these halls meant life had begun again. Everything I had built and torn down finally had meaning once more. This would be a fun night after all. I positioned myself in the lounge with one of her favorite records placed neatly on the dial, a bottle of wine, and dinner on its way from the kitchen. And finally, a book in my hand appears busy. Can’t have her thinking I plan my time for her. Oh no, never that.

Page 1, “the art of engineering and robotics in nature. Chapter 1, in order to begin the fascinating journey in technology one must learn the world of nature first. From the sights, textures, and of course the wonderous sounds to be- 3,2,1. “SYLUS!” I struggled to contain my smile as she calls out my name as if calling down a child for discipline. The sound of her voice is lovely to my ears as it travels to find me. She continues to the many halls, announcing my crimes. “You really sent a thousand roses to Zayne’s office. And for what?!” she sounds from the bedroom. “The card said oops wrong address with a smiley face” she yells now in the hall. “A smiley face, Sylus!’’ She says as I watch her past by in the doorway only to double back.

Her narrow eyes met mine, finally locking on to her target in an instant. “Welcome in, sweetie. What brings you in this time of night?”  My voice honeyed as usual, a shit-eating grin plastered on and a snort choked down in my throat. "Ooh, you know what you did.” She said peering down at me.  “I couldn’t even have my appointment in there, no one could even move.”

“But Darling, you were not home to receive them. And isn’t it best when others see you receive flowers?” I ask as innocently as I can. The book is long forgotten as I pull her in my lap. She squirms but doesn’t struggle out of my hold. With a groan, she settles with her thighs straddling my own. “Yeah.” She muttered. “Mmm, what was that, kitten. I couldn’t quite hear.”  She whined and stuffed her head into my neck. I can feel her shoulders relax instantly as her arms wrap around me. “Yeah, all the nurses saw them all and got jealous. It was fun until I had to put them all in Zayne’s car.” The snort I was holding back finally escaped me. “My apologies, sweetie but the look on your faces were priceless.” She whines once more with a few blows to my shoulders.

"Stalker" she mutter just low enough for me to still hear. Guilty but she always seems benefit from it,anyway. The doctor can use a good reminder of my presence every now and then. Perhaps I didn't contain my thoughts well enough as the pride would soon sour within me.

“You know he’s a good man, right?” She says her voice is a bit hoarse but soft as always. “I love you both.” my smile falls and my eyes wander towards to record player. Suddenly it's become the most interesting thing in the room besides her anyway. The record I chose. It's starting to repeat, I should change it . The melody I once found comfort in was now taunting me. I could loose her.

I can't loose her. Anything else but not- “Sylus, I know what you’re thinking.” Wonderful because I don’t. He is great for her; he’s dedicated his entire life to her health and wellbeing. I should be fine with this.

I don’t share, I could though. For her. I did say she ought to have whatever that little heart of hers desired. I’ll bite this bullet then; Zayne truly did have her heart first. She merely opened it for me as well. “It seems the competition for your affection has ended in a draw.” the usual bravado in my voice betrays me leaving me vulnerable. Raw and tender for her to control.

I always try to steel my composure under her gaze, but she sees right through me as usual. She draws in a deep breathe “Thank you; it means so much.’’ Her head rises again to lay soft kisses across my face. "Also,” she speaks between kisses. “Zayne”. Her words now sound just as honeyed as mine. “He said he’d rather be seduced with desserts,” She lays a final long kiss on my lips. “Rather than flowers, I mean.”

“I’ll be sure to remember my new friend’s favorites; he’ll adore me by the time I’m done with him.” I laugh, a blush surely staining my face. “That seems more like a threat, but I’ll take the risk and invite him to dinner with us tomorrow."

“All in good fun, kitten. A bet on my good behavior, perhaps?”

[vampworks]

Satisfaction

Loki x Vampire! Reader

MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.8K (Revised)

Warnings: Blood, Vampirism, Smut, language, angst

A/n: the first bit of spice I've written and omg I don't know how to feel about it. Anyway, vampires ima right?

I hate this tower. The creaky rafters, thin walls, and dark halls, I hate every inch of it. The sight must be pathetic as I stalk through the same dark halls I used to skip through. I love the day for its distractions, but the thirst has all but consumed my nights. Sleep has been completely off the table since I turned as the hunger slowly set in. Now its left me with a pair of red eyes and screaming pit in my core as I slowly haunt the same tower I used run through with a smile.

The bright lights of the fridge make me cringe, its clock blinks 3:00am while I creep through it and the cabinets. The mission I “ruined” today flashes through my head as I disregard Thor’s poptarts to back to its stash. The cabinet door slams shut much harder then I wanted as I remeber the seconds of joy i felt before my “meal”escaped. Steve’s voice continues to lecture me on discipline long after the jetride back. Its like he wants me to starve, as if I not still the woman who he cared for before. Hell, maybe he’s right at this point. After all of Bruce’s testing, the synthinic blood replacements, and the grueling houserules, my insides seem to rip and tear within. That was my one chance to even remotely full and it was all for nothing.

Dragging myself back though the elevator, I hear the faint snores, hushed voices, and the clink and clang of metal in the lab beneath my feet. One sound far louder than them all whether it was a blessing or curse, the soft beating of all of their hearts. It used to bring me solace to know they’re alright but now it felt more like taunting. I hone in on soft thumping of Bucky’s on in particular on the roof. I stop to count it’s rhythm, it was grounding whenever I heard it. His very presence was. I could rest with him upthere.

 He looked me differently from the rest of the team like he saw that I was still me. Still Human. They were still uneasy at best around because my new ‘condition’ but not him.

Im tempted to join him until a familiar, honeyed voice filled my senses. 

“Hello, little Bat.” He whispers into my ear. The tall frame of the man slinks around me, his lip pull into a sly smirk as I shiver. “Loki.” I address him kurtly, my voice too horse to be seem alright and of course he notices. “Someone’s out for a late night snack it seems” He teases. I can hear his heartbeat slow as he steps away leaning the elevator’s door but it quickens once again as my eyes meet his. “Listen, I won’t play any little games with you tonight. I’m starving and all  i can hear in damn tower is blood rushing through veins, so please just let me wander around in peace” I place my hand on his chest push him out of my way but he grabs it. Holding it there to the soft silk of his shirt. Loki’s face is void of emotion but his heart betrays him as it continues to beat rapidly. My eyes trail down his sharp features down his face and fall onto his throat. The thought of sucking him dry crossing my mind. Damn the house rules, maybe I could play a few games this once. 

“You’re more like me than you may think” His words brought me out of my trance. “What’s that supposed to mean.” I hissed, and his grip of my hand tightened for a more moment as if my words are enough to hurt him. “It means, my pet. Neither you nor I will be satiated going on like this.” He cooed. Loki’s other hands traces down my arm only to rest on my waist. 

His breath grows heavy and desparate now matching the drum of his heart. My other hand slowly travels up his chest and lands on his throat. I want all of him now. I knew it was the hunger speaking but I deal it, Loki’s convenient timing, and my own heart desires later. I could tell his heart was calling out, begging for an embrace or at least a source of warmth. He might just be right. Satisfaction always seemed just out of reach. A single eternal moment passed before I gained the mental fortitude to respond. “And what would you suggest we do about that then?” My voice drips with need as I speak. Loki’s facade of excellence was failing, but the remnants stood fast in touch.

Ever the royal gentleman, even in such desperation. He stumbles on his words only for a second before proposing an exchange of warmth. The irony being neither of us could generate ourselves. “Genuis, is it not?” He stammers. I stifle a laugh. “It’s brillant, Watson.” I tease. His smile is sickeningly sweet, but his dark green eyes beg for something more. A liar to his very core, even if it hurt him in the end. I held my breath as I was pulled into his arms. His heart beats as its heavy drum threatens to break through his bones. I waste no time grabbing the back of his throat and pulling into my kiss. The sound that erupts from him is heavenly. “You are mine,” I whisper into his ear. A jolt runs through us both as he pulls me in for a second. Loki’s voice rumbles as he tells me to jump. It is nearly silent, but I obey without a second thought. The elevator’s button is pressed, but it takes far too long, so He takes off into a sprint to his ‘chambers’ with me in his arms.

In an instant, my back falls into black satin sheets and pillows. He quickly crawls near, closing the distance once again. His left hand caresses my cheek, and he shifts his weight onto his forearm. His knee ever so gently pushed onto my inner thigh just to be closer. My own hands wrapped one his neck again. Fingers tangling into his long, dark curls. I swear I heard the slightest whimper as my rings tug on a braid with them. Feverish kisses linger as if the next could come fast enough. His lips, raw with a crimson tint, now begged for me to bite them. My fang nips at his bottom lip as his left hand gathers my shirt up my back. The taste isn’t nearly enough; my senses are completely clouded by him.

All around me is his. His honeyed voice rings in my ear while his touch burns like hellfire, despite his skin feeling like ice against me. My mind fogs as I slip from his grasp, and we flip with his back hitting the sheet just as mine did before in a single, swift move. I take my seat in his lap as if it were meant to be mine and all but rip his shirt from his body. Looking into his green eyes once more, I find them blown wide and staring into my own as our chests chase our breath in tandem. “Dammit, every inch of you is truley breathtaking, my love” He says in a hoarse tone a his hand takes purchase of my waist once again. My smile widens, and I grind down into him. “God, I could say the same for you. My eyes trail down his chest as my hands glide up his arms to rest on his shoulders. “Let me be one with you…Please, my love.” He pleads. I can only nod as a whine escapes my throat. “Not quite quite.” He coos, and my brows furrow. I need you to use those pretty little words for me.” He commands, His hand now holding my chin to meet his gaze. My whine turns to words “Fuck…yes, please I want you. All of you.” I beg.

“Then who am I to deny such a divine creature?” He praises me as all our clothes that withhold my warmth from me are gone in a green flash. It leaves only us in a world all our own. “Perfect little dove, all for me. Shadows wrap around my body alongside his arms, soothing and teasing anywhere they could reach. They slowly lifted me onto the tip of his length. All that can be heard throughou the room is a string of curses, moans, and gasps for air, both from us as he set a ravenous pace beneath me. “Such a…fuck..beautiful little thing you are,...shit. Aren’t you?” He rasped. I feel my entire body tremble and my eyes squint shut as I slam down, meeting his thrust and matching his pace. “Good girl.” He coos, and I can only moan in response. “Give in to me,” He says as I’m beneath again in a instant. The two of us grow delirious in the thrill of it all as we grow closer and closer to release. “Loki, please,” I begin to beg. My nails claw down his back. The soft sting caused him to moan loudly into my hair. “Please let me taste you.” My words are probably barely sensical as my back arches up into him. “Oh Fuck yes, Iam your to devour.” He groans, and the shadows dissipate as I nuzzle into his chest. His rhythm falters as my fangs graze and puncture his pale skin. I feed from his vein feverishly as he ruts into me, his grip on my waist is deliciously harsh. It leaves dark red marks in its wake, and I moan in pure ecstasy at the taste and feeling. The blood of a god now flowing within me, it’s too much and not enough. This must be like the ambrosia he and Thor went on about. A nectar as sweet as sin and holiness. 

Time stands still as we reach the very end. A flurry of moans and whimpers rings between us while satisfaction finally sets in. Tears begin to fall down my cheeks as the hole in my chest fills with a kinship to breathe. After coming down from the high, Loki kisses away my tears and unravels us from the sheets. He lays me beside him only for him to burrow into me again. His strong arms wrap me while he mumbles sweet nothings into my hair.

After a long while, Loki begins to lift me into the air. I grumble in protest. “While I would love nothing more than to stay here with you forever, I fear we must shower, my dear.” I only respond with a muffled whine. “My apologies, my sweet. A bath, then? Something tells me no one on this floor is sleeping anymore anyway.”

[vampworks]

I love the idea of princess treatment mixed with an unholy amount of yearning so I made this a month ago. Who knows if I figure out what I want to do with this.

Loki x reader, WIP

"I have love for you, my pet." He stated, his voice dripping with acid. "Much like a disease or a ghastly wound." He stumbles through his words as they race through his head faster than he could speak. "You vex me to no end and yet nothing can pull me away from you. I want to be at your side for the rest of my eternity. If you were to allow me, I would devote my very being to you."

His bright green eyes appeared to glow even brighter as he lowered himself to the floor. The room around you laid silent except from the pounding of his poor heart. You thought the man might faint if he kept up like this.

The very same pleading eyes bore into yours searching for any sign of expression or falter. Anything that could confirm his suspicion that you could love or much less want him as well. He supposed he could settle for that. At least he'd be near you. With a single deep sigh, your cold gaze stood ever strong in front of the god before you. It reminded him of himself from years past. A striking pillar of poise and power that demanded the submission of all in their path.

After an agonizing moment, you let out a loud giggle. The sound is heavenly to his ears only ringing the beginning of his downfall.

you cock your head to the left with a pout as if you read his mind. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Wouldn't you say so, my dear?" His breath hitches as your hands rise to play in his dark curls. "Please, I beg that you know your power over me, my lovely. I am nothing but clay within your grasp." Your left hand falls to caress his cheek. The man before you flinches away only to lean into your touch even further.

[vampworks]

Surely, you want me back

Pairing: Stu Macher x reader 

Word Count: 1.6k

no use of Y/N

Warnings: comfort, crying, pet names, cheating, language, physical intimacy, unwanted touching (not from Stu), walking alone at night

Summary: Stu comforts the reader(referred to as bunny) who had a bad date experience. She then sleeps over and they both realize they want more than just friendship. (fem pronouns)

"Dammit, I hate that jerk!" She whined and shivered in the cool night air turning to shoot the bird to the speeding truck behind her. "I only just met him a week ago but I'm a boring prude for not putting out for common decency." She hissed in annoyance. The sound of her strapped heels made a clicking sound as she walked across the long paved roads. Her eyes constantly darted across the cookie-cutter house all around her. The walk home was far too long from the old diner her date had taken her to be considered safe. She had been all but shoved out of his old truck. "He could have at least taken me home." Her tone was laced with acid now as she muttered. It was all a show of just how little he cared about her. 'Just another pretty face' she thought kicking at a rock in her path. The small stone skips before landing its new resting place in someone's yard. After a while, a bright green street sign reflects in the distance. Her brows furrowed as she squinted as she read out 'Palmer's lane'. A small smile brightens her face as she finally knows where the suburban hell she is. Stu's house on Turner wasn't far from here. The sound of her heels grows louder under her as she begins to walk faster towards the large house she knew at the end of the lane. 

After another 5 minutes of walking as if she's in a horror film, she arrives at her destination. The girl sneaks around the house only to stand beneath Stu's bedroom window. She climbed up the heavy metal ladder, Stu had propped against it. She decided against asking questions about it as it was far too cold out here to do so. The girl shivers before cupping her hands to peer into the glass. The one in question sprawled across the couch in front of his TV. His long limbs hangs off the sides of the small loveseat and grazes the carpet beneath him. 'Typcial stu' she mutters shaking her head. She attempts to softly knock on the glass. 

Lights beam from the TV still showing the gory details he'd seen too many times before. The main villain runs after their victim as they scramble to escape. A muted blood-curdling scream sounds from the device.

A heavy thud causes the boy to shoot up from his sleep. Sharp blue eyes widen in search of the sound. They soften into a confused squint as they meet the girl outside. "Bunny?" He lazily questions. She gives a wave and points down the lock expectedly. Stu turns back to the TV to squint at the small analog clock sitting above the TV as it flashes 1:46 AM. He drags himself off the couch towards the window with a loud groan. The girl wastes no time latching onto his shoulder and crawls inside to escape the cold autumn air. "Ugh thanks, man. Do you remember the asshat I went out with tonight? I know you said he was a dick from the start and even Tatum said it too. Well, I didn't listen" Stu only responds with a snicker while grabbing a throw blanket from his bed and wrapping it around her shivering form. 

Her rambling is fast and barely coherent but she continues away. "I wanted to go home but then he started touching me in the car even after I told him to stop so I cursed him out but it only pissed him off even more. The soft smile on Stu's face slowly falls as she continues. "What did he do, Bunny." He tries his best to steady his voice but fails as anger sweeps through. He holds a tight grip on the couch cushion beneath him til his knuckles turn a pale white in another poor attempt to restrain himself. She began with a sniff "he pushed me out of his truck a couple blocks from here. She began with a sniff. I didn't know where else to go." Tears threaten to roll down her cheek as she speaks while long arms wrapped around her waist. She let out a small gasp as he swooped her up into the air quickly as he stood only to take off in a sprint to the bed. “It’ll all be alright, Bunny. You're way too good for that creep anyway”. He whispered into her ear in a soft tone. He hides a tight fist behind her back while debating leaving her here and following the guy who hurt her. It slowly moves to rest on her dress's fabric at her waist as he cradles her beneath the sheets. 

Anger soon turns to bliss as she pulls herself into his chest. Her right-hand takes hold of his shirt while her left caresses the nape of his neck.

He knew it would only end in a disaster but wanted to be hers so bad it wasn’t funny anymore. He wanted to know what it felt like to meet her eyes as that idiot got too desperately. The warmth she had wasn’t like the others, definitely not Tatum or Casey. Neither of them stood a chance compared to his ‘Bunny’. Yeah, she was flighty and naive but she was all his and it showed in her eyes and how she melted into his touch. 

Those bright eyes beamed at each quip and tore apart by the hurt he spoke. Billy could buzz off for all he cared, this girl would know just how much he loved her even if it was the last thing he did. Sure, they're going insane, but she's the closest thing to a home they've ever had since they were kids. 

 Nothing really had to change for Billy’s plan but no one was hurting their little ‘doll’. He would just have to deal with it. His girl would definitely understand if they would just explain it all, she deserved the world let alone that much. Maybe then, he could finally be with her. It was the only thing his parents agreed with him. Tatum was too much in their opinion but She was different. In their eyes, she would keep him grounded and above water. He knew she'd help him run the old Macher company into the ground if he only asked. It was one of the dreams they had spent the long nights talking about. 

 “Stu…stuey,” she said just above a whisper. It drew him from his thoughts and she looked up to meet his blue eyes. “Yes Bunny,” he said, drawing out his words almost in song. "Can I borrow one of your shirts for the night?" She asked as she pulled at the hem of her dress. He stares at her blankly for a moment. "I mean if it's alright" His stare turns to a smile then a loud moan combined with an eye roll. "Ugh, I thought you'd never ask." She shushes him with widened eyes and a few soft punches to his chest. "Oh my god Stu, shut up" She laughs. He's gone in a flash to the closet to retrieve his favorite Hellraiser shirt and a pair of boxers a second later.  

 Light from the TV cast the room in a soft blue glow. The screams of camper running from their demise long since muted as technicolor danced across the screen. The girl watches the blue light cast upon his features as he returns with her eyes half-lidded. 

"Keep undressing me with your eyes, girl and I'll catch a cold. He flirts with a wide grin while handing over the clothes bringing her out of her daze. "Whatever, don't miss me too much while I'm gone" She calls in a low tone on her way to the bathroom. "Ugh, I'm already in shambles." He pretends to faint with a hand to his forehead. After changing, she stops in the mirror and stares at her figure in the clothes much too big for her. She imagines him standing behind her. He would lean down to rest his head in the crook of her neck pressing soft kisses on it. His hands slowly slip beneath the fabric and down her stomach. Her eyes flutter close as a ghost of his large hands toy with the waistband of the briefs. She quickly shakes her head to dispel the thoughts. 

This was no time to be thinking of him like this, he's with Tatum, she thought. He flirts with everyone and I'm no different. With a final look at his shirt draped over her form, she exits the bathroom with a deep exhale only to be greeted by Stu's wide-struck eyes. "God, you're trying to kill me, arentcha bunny?" She only giggles in response. She made her way to him in a slow stride only to land in his lap without thinking. The thoughts of restraint are long forgotten from them both as their eyes meet in a haze as the room darkens from the credits rolling on the screen. She raises a hand to graze his lips and pulls him in with a hand on his shoulder. His larger ones rest on her waist again as if they always belonged there. He closes the distance with a kiss on her lips as her hand slides to trance the curve of his jaw. The kiss quickly deepens as his hand travels up her spine to tangle his fingers in her hair. She moans into his mouth but pulls away slowly. "We shouldn't..but.." She says breathlessly after a moment but neither of them let go of their hold on the other. Sharp Blue eyes stare half-lidded into her own. "Tell me you want me too and I'm all yours.'' He says in a hoarse whisper. Her spine shivers under his touch. " Fuck, kiss me" She mutters then licks her bottom lip. "Please."  

[vampworks]

Starved of you

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem Reader x Stu Macher

word count 1.7k

No use of y/n

Summary: The reader is dragged to Stu's party by the girls to fix Sid's relationship but She is in a secret relationship with Billy and Stu. She is here to break it off but gets distracted by Billy while he becomes obsessed with her. He struggles with his feelings for her and how she affects the plan.

Warnings: mention of alcohol and drug use, cheating(not on the reader), mention of murder, toxic behavior, intimacy

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Music blares through the room threatening to shake the house itself. The air was stuffy and crowded her senses. She couldn't seem to care as Tatum dragged her by the arm through the door. The blonde soon disappeared into the crowd following Sid afterward. This was the night she set things right before the world as she knew would crumble. Dramatic, but what else equates to sneaking around with your best friends behind their girlfriends' backs? A masked serial killer fits into this somewhere, maybe it was karma for what got her here in the first place. The plan was simple, break it off with them both, leave early and everything would go back to normal. Getting Stu and Billy alone for something serious was always a difficult task. Pulling off your own arm seemed easier. She decided to settle it one at a time. Billy would be easier as the other would only tease her endlessly for it and she'd end up in his bed again.

Stu's eyes grew wide as he spotted her in the crowd of sweaty teens. He shoves his accomplice harshly in the arm. Subtlety be damned, he thought, Hell was about to raise for everyone. "Dude...Dude..we got a party crasher.'' Billy rolled his eyes still turning away from him. "Like you care, they'll run like everyone else. He scoffed. ''Yeah maybe but dumb and dumber will follow too" Stu whispered. Billy thinks for a moment before it clicks. "The hell you mean, man? She's not coming. Her parents....." It was Stu's turn to roll his eyes as he shoved Billy around to see the girl wandering through the crowd. She waves with a smile after spotting the two of them. "Shit" he hisses. " I'll handle it" He whispers as the two waves back. "You better, Princess over there is at the center of all this," Stu says through gritted teeth. "Just take care of the dumb blonde'' Billy retorts. He shoots a glare behind him as he pushes through the crowd to meet the only girl either of them wants. "Hey, you." Billy beamed almost comically in an attempt to recover the control he'd lost just by seeing her. His out-of-character enthusiasm was a bit offputting making her take a step back. He cringed at his own actions, She always had a way of destroying the persona he worked so hard to build. He loved but hated it at the same time.

"Can we talk please?" She said in a hushed tone already pulling him towards the stairs with a nervous expression. 'Shit, I'm screwed' He thought. Billy panics trying to rethink the entire night he spent a year planning for. "Yeah, yeah. Sure, Doll." His eyes darted across the hallway. They brightened as he made a sharp turn and pulled her into Stu's bedroom. The large room was dark except for a poorly hung string of lights across the ceiling. The gaze in his dark eyes was unforgiving as he loomed over her already shaking form. His pupils were blown wide as he searched over her features.

''Ay. What's wrong, Doll?" He fought back his usual smirk from showing as he spoke a concerned tone. "It's Sid, She dragged me out here so I could get you to talk to her. I can't keep lying to her and Tatum is bound to find out eventually. I mean, what if Stu slips up in a joke or something? You've seen him. He flirts so much. Tatum and Sid are still mad about the arrest but she really likes you, Billy. Neither of them would ever forgive me if they knew about us sneaking around behind their backs. What if..." Billy holds back a laugh as he listens to her ramble on.

"How do you feel about me though?" She stopped completely. "What?" The girl’s large eyes stared back into his own in the hope of finding falter in any sense of the word. ''Tell me how you feel about me 'cause I might starve if I can't have you." He struggles to speak plainly. She releases a squeak as she tries to contain herself. This was so far from how she wanted tonight to go. Her heart beats rapidly as silence fills the room. "I...I wanted you since we were little. I mean, funny story..." She begins to ramble again. "I was the one to start that rumor that we were already married in the fifth grade. I gave Stu a dollar and told him to be really loud about it" He laughs and his heart begins to beat like it'll burst. "Ooh, I really shouldn't have said that. Shit." The girl muttered bringing a hand to cover her mouth. Her eyes drift to the door for a moment only to return to meet his stare. His own narrows and his head tilts to the left in thought. "Explains a lot. My mom liked you a lot more after that."

Hundreds of thoughts both perverse and protective crossed his mind as his body acted on its own. This would counteract his plan, she wasn't supposed to come tonight. "God, you're something else, huh." She lets out a nervous laugh while trying to read his expression. Dark brown eyes traveled down the length of her tight dress hidden beneath a large jacket. That goddamn lettermen jacket she had borrowed from some nobody downstairs screamed for nothing but his downfall. He knew his schemes would all but crumble if he gave in to her touch tonight. He has to stay focused or the past year of his life would be wasted. He couldn't think of anyone who wanted to watch a movie about a killer being stopped just for love. The image of her wearing his own jacket flashed in his head. He needed her warmth so badly, it hurt at this point. "Billy, we really shouldn't be in here together" She grabs hold of his forearm in an attempt to keep him at a distance.

She silently begged for the strength to run back through the party never stopping till she made it home as she should. His hands slowly inch toward her. She shivers as his fingers brush against the fabric lining the jacket. His hand continues as it runs down to the small of her waist and rests there. The other cages her between himself and the wall. A small whimper escapes before she can bury it. "We'll be alright" He breathed as he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood to hold himself back. Everything about her was a drug. He could have sworn she was made to kill him from the inside out. He would just have to risk it. He'd be the one to win after all. Might as well, get the girl and get revenge all in one night, he thought. He couldn't understand but her voice is heard as she mutters a slur of curses. It sounds like a song to him at this point far overpowering the blaring music from downstairs in his head.

She watches a devilish smirk widen on his face, the very same that terrorized her so many times as they grew up together. His eyes were now scanning her every move as her hand traveled up and landed on his chest. Billy leans in to whisper in her ear. "Let it all go, princess. I got you." Something in her snaps and she kisses him harshly curling her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her height. Her fingers tangle in his short brown hair as he lifts her. The kisses grow heated quickly as they lose themselves in each other's touch. Their senses filled with nothing but the warmth of their embrace. He tightens his grip on her hip and begins to leave kisses in line from the curve of her jaw and down her neck.

He stops for a moment to smell her perfume. She had always smelled heavenly but tonight, she smelled of beer and whatever drug she's been laced with by god himself. "Billy.." She pleads into his ear. She only receives a hushed groan in response. Her nails graze against his skin as she continues to call his name. He hums against her as he comes back to his senses meeting her eyes once again. The vibration of his voice sends a shiver down her spine making her eyes flutter. His eyes were half-lidded and his breaths staggered and uneven. His lips appeared cherry red and glossy under the soft glow of the lights. She giggles after seeing the dazed look in his eyes. "Damn, I got you this high, Loomis?'' She teases brushing his hair out of his face with a newfound confidence. He gives a breathless laugh and drops his head to rest on her shoulder. "Fuck, I might just overdose on you, princess. Her smile falls as she remembers the world around them. "Maybe then, I'll have you all to myself."

A heavy knock on the door causes her to flinch and tighten her grip on his shoulders "Hey, lovebirds. This room's way past off-limits! Stu shouts from the other side. "Dammit, Stu. it's me" Billy shouts back before turning to the girl with a weak smile. "Well, why didn't you say so. Tell my bunny I love her!" Stu blurted in a singing tone.

She giggles and shakes his head at them both and breaks away from his hold. "'I'll go shut him up, I should get out of here soon. My parents want me back home." He only nods in response bringing up his other hand to rub the back of his neck. He swore he could still feel the touch of her fingers there. She grabbed his hand intertwining her fingers with his larger ones. She pulls his arm taunt toward the door before realizing he's not following her. She turns back to him with a confused look.

"Hey, mind doing me a favor, sweets?" She blushes at the name. "You mind calling Sid up here, I wanna get this over with. You won't have to lie anymore after tonight." The girl smiles at his words as she smooths down the fabric of her dress. "Ok but be gentle about it, alright. Today's been kinda rough for her." He pulls her in for another embrace resting his head on top of hers and speaks in a sickly sweet tone. "I promise, she won't be a problem after tonight." His eyes darken as he stares at the black robe sticking out of Stu's closet.

The rest of the Prescotts had to die tonight, And they would as he and Stu planned. Nothing could keep him from getting his sequel now since he finally had her.

[vampworks]

Nothing but Your Doll

warnings: minor profanity and Joe just being himself

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x Fem black oc

Summary: Joe reunites with a girl from his childhood and falls for her during her performance.

We met again in a bar after weeks of trying to recover from Beck and all the chaos but it's worth it because it brought me to you. You were on stage singing like the angel I always knew you were.

"Each time I cling to your kiss. I hear music divine…"

Damn, you were a godsend. Your eyes scanned the crowd as if you were searching for me. 'Im here now, sorry for the wait,Viv.' my drink deserted as I made my way closer but off to the side.

"My arms enfolding you ,Never knew this thrill before."

The crowd ran silently as you sang. my eyes narrowed as a few idiots gawked and snickered at your figure. Don't worry about them, none of them deserve to be in the same room as you.

"Whoever thought I'd be holding you close to me,

Whispering "It's You I adore","

your eyes continue their search through the face in the crowd then narrow in my area. Did you see me? It's me. We can finally start over. Let me be here for you.

"If you should leave me, Each little dream would take wing.

And my life would be…through,"

finally, your eyes met mine with a gasp. A million thoughts ran through your face as you recovered. never blinking as if I'll disappear. 'adorable'

You continue, your breath quickens, and a smile creeps into the corners of your lips.

"Besame o Besame Mucho, Love me forever,

and make all my dreams come true"

Cheers rang through the room as you took off as if nothing else mattered. your ran ended with a jump into my arms and suddenly all was right in this terrible world again. "Hey, Viv!" I said with the biggest smile on my face. "Oh my god, you're actually here! Holy s--t, I can't believe it, Joe. I admit it took me a second to recognize you all the way in the cut like this, ah f--k; I missed you so much." your voice muffled as you spoke a mile a minute into my chest. Your arms slowly come from around my neck as I put you down. We both noticed the next singer come up to the stage with an amp. "Wanna get outta here?" I whisper in your ear and you hold back a shiver as my hand grazes your lower back. "Yeah, mine isn't far from here."

Finally, you're back in my arms, right where you belong. All these years apart, I'd still hear your voice when they spoke. I felt your touch in theirs. None of that was even close to love, none of them could compare to what we had. Back in the system, it was just us against it all. You wore your tight curls in braids like you didn't know anything else. You were always so tiny, and your clothes never fit quite right but you never minded, did you. All the more fabric to hide inside. Even then, all I wanted was to swoop you up and never let you go but I couldn't. For that, I'm sorry and I'll gladly spend the rest of our forever making up for it.

The long years apart changed you. Chipping black nails now turned to long red fake ones. Huge sweaters were long forgotten for cardigans and tight dresses. Those messy braids were now a billow of curls. I loved it all and You knew I would, didn't you? With all that changed, some things never would. The way your brown skin lit up beneath the sunlight and how your eyes met mine as if it was the first time every time.