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coming back home after going through unimaginable hell the squeakuel
#shion got stuck w/ babysitting duty for the night so pearl and marina could have their oh so promised “us time” with one another lmao#anita is understandingly *very* concerned abt the whole thing and her gf but is just glad she's back home in one piece#splatoon#splatoon 3#side order#side order spoilers#slight ones but still there#agent 8#agent 4#smollusk#oc: anita#oc: shion#my art shit#couldn't sleep so i drew this silly thing#it's almost 5am so im gonna go back to bed and try to catch some zzz's now
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I'm curious about the dreams Idia was having about the reader.
(reference to this)
nsfw under read-more, minors DNI!
It's quite silly, really. Idia was never one to yearn for the touch, closeness, the affections of a person. He was fine, being alone. It was better this way. He could cope with his games and shows, online groups and friends filling the void. Besides, why would he want to drag another person into the Shroud curse? It already took one person from him, Idia couldn't stand doing it to another as long as it was up to him. Plus, he wasn't exactly prime boyfriend, let alone husband material (perhaps he did that intentionally).
So, Idia wasn't all too worried when he first started becoming friends with you. You were kinda weird, but a friend to introverts like him! Somehow always a wallflower, but always involved in the chaos of overblots and school. But, you were conscientious of his need for space and privacy; Ortho must have said something to you about his eating habits, cause you started bringing food other than chips, soda, and ramen cups for him to eat, like actual meals. You also liked to entertain Ortho, who liked when you drew silly designs on his plating, which is always a plus in Idia's book. You were sweet, like his favorite ramune soda. Despite having abysmal skills in gaming (which he was all too happy to make fun of you for) he liked having you as his support, watching him on the sidelines and being a cute cheerleader. In exchange, Idia lent you an old gaming computer and bullied tutored you in a few of his favorite games so you could be his squishy healer in raids.
But, he was a bit worried when he started feeling something more than platonic things for you. Then, he was exceptionally concerned when, at the first day of spring, Idia started coughing hydrangeas, which he managed to secretly keep under wraps from Ortho for a few weeks. No, he was downright mortified when, during those few weeks, night after night, he started having dreams of you.
They started off innocent at first: you on his lap, head on his shoulder, as he played the latest RPG. You murmured words of encouragement, sleepily nuzzling your head into his. Another, he was in the board game club, where you cheered him on as he won a match against Azul in some luck-based game. Idia remembers giving Azul a smug smirk as you threw your arms around him and pressed kisses into his cheek. He even faintly remembers one where you simply sat with him in class, fingers lacing through his in comfort as he dealt with the anxiety of being out and about.
It wasn't until he was a week in when the dreams, infested with hydrangea bouquets always at the corner of his eye, that he knew he was utterly screwed beyond belief.
It started off sweet, at first. This time, you were with him at Styx, though you looked a few years older and were wearing a similar uniform to his mother. He was wearing the uniform as well, though it more closely resembled his father's. He was now Styx head, and you, his precious little wife. The domestic stuff was fine, it made his heart rate spike up so much that Ortho questioned if he had a nightmare while sleeping, but it was fine he could deal. You did look cute… as you smiled up at him… leaned up to kiss his cheek… and whisper in his ear…
“Idiaaa~ What if I crawled under your desk and sucked you off? Do you think you could stay quiet? You can, can't you? For me~”
It was fuzzy, when he tried to remember it, but Idia remembers the heat pooling in his belly. Your hands trailing down his chest down to his hips. Your lips following after and pressing soft, slow kisses down and down until—
Idia's flames grew into a burning, hot pink as his face is in his hands the following morning. He'd actually gone to bed at a reasonable time (to him anyway, 3 am was reasonable), and woke up with that in his head? How was he supposed to function? How was he supposed to look at you, talk with you, when the last memory he had was a dream of you sucking him off???
It progressively got worse from there. It was a weird mix of erotically domestic scenarios. You, waking up to him in bed before work, riding him as you cooed sweet words. Another of the two of you heavy petting, his hands groping your ass as you curled your body into his, making out in his office before Idia had to run off to a meeting, leaving you pouting and telling him to, “Hurry back to your needy little wifey~” One of you cooking him breakfast in one of his shirts, before he bent you over the kitchen counter, after which you sat on his lap and hand fed him.
The last one that really freaked him out, which led to him further isolating himself until Ortho dragged him out to the nurse, was one where he woke up to you next to him in bed. You smiled the sweetest smile to him, whispering to Idia how much you loved him, moving over to press a trail of kisses from his lips, to his neck, down his chest and abdomen. Idia was anticipating the same follow-up from his first dream, especially as your hands reached to pull his briefs down before a soft whine, followed by a cry, interrupted you.
He had no clue what to think, as you make a surprised noise, smiling at him, as the following words left your mouth: “The baby's awake, guess we'll have to continue this later, huh?” Dream Idia giggled along with you as the two of you shared a kiss, watching as you rolled off the bed to the bassinet that he was just noticing. He watched as you cooed and murmured soft words to the small, blue-flamed haired baby, reaching their tiny hands for you. But it was the next sentence that bolted him from sleep into a dry sweat:
“Say good morning! Say, 'good morning' to your baba, my darling~”
Idia let out a screech as he flailed out of bed, tangled in his sheets. He was coughing up a storm of hydrangeas when Ortho flew in, panicked and already full of concern for Idia's health. It was then Ortho started insisting that Idia visit the infirmary, much to his chargin.
At least you'd never see him like this… right?
#mochi asks#!nsfw#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#idia shroud x reader#twst idia x reader#idia x reader#idia shroud smut#idias so pathetic#a simp if you will#gonna bully him is what imma do
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Number 13 please? I love sickfics!
here is a short little sick/comfort blurb for ya 😍
"I don't feel so good."
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Jacob was bounding across the tarmac, suitcases flying behind him. After one long movie shoot and a never ending press tour he was finally home.
You stood giddy, watching him step closer and closer to car you waited outside of. Ever since he left to film, Jacob phoned every day, dreaming up plans with you for when he landed home again. There were countless dinners and dates and trips he couldn't wait to make happen with you, and it was finally time.
"My love!" You called, when he was finally in ear shot. Jacob halted his luggage by the tires of your car and swept you into an embrace that sent your heart fluttering. You hugged him back and let him lift your feet off the ground and rushed to stand and face him when you registered his sniffles.
"Miss me that much?!" You cooed. Jacob's eyes were red and misty, and then he spoke.
"Well duh. But... I don't feel so good." The poor guys voice was worn and you could tell now that there was a pallor to his face.
"Oh babe, come on let's get you home." You pet his face and watched as he grumbled in frustration, still keeping a hold of you.
"But we have reservations tonight. I really want to take you out. It's been too long-" Jacob whined and sniffled.
"Hey, s'okay. We can still make up for lost time without big plans. Don't argue! Get in the car, you poor tired thing." With a nudge, you directed your boy to head to the passenger seat while you snatched his luggage before he could reach it.
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That night you whipped up a cocktail of cold remedies, drew a bath that was probably too hot, and dotted on Jacob's every move.
"S'just a cold love, I'm not a cripple or something." Jacob laughed a stuffy chuckle as you presented him with a warm pair of joggers and an old concert tee.
"Even if you weren't sick I'd still be all over you silly. I've waited months to trail behind you like a lost puppy. Months!"
"God I'm so glad you're who I've got to come home too. Once I don't feel on the verge of constantly passing out, you're getting this treatment times a billion." Your sweet boy ended his declaration with a vicious cough.
He'd pushed himself so hard this last handleful if months, to get his film finished and promoted and get the hell home. It was no wonder he caught a little something at the tail end of his never ending adventure.
You saw Jacob off to bed, tucking yourself in at his side and insisting he save stories of his time away for the morning.
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The next day you snuck to the kitchen to cook up a big breakfast, letting him sleep away the sick and relishing in the simple fact that he was home at long last.
When Jacob finally padded into the main living space he tried insisting he felt much better, beginning a speech about taking you on a date.
"Absolutely not." You waved off the offer and sat the tall guy down. Neither of you were going anywhere until the red left his eyes and the sniffles stopped entirely. You ordered takeaway and kept Jacob on a steady cup of hot hot tea.
After a day of lounging, he seemed almost back to normal. Though you were hesitant to offer, you said "If you're still this lively by tomorrow night, I'll go out with you."
"Swear?" Jacob rose a brow, grinning in anticipation. You held out a pinkie as if to promise. You weren't long up, cozy in bed with your beloved boy, another early night.
And then... you woke up coughing. Awe fuck.
You tried to play it off. Like a passing tickle in your throat. But soon you were sat up sniveling away, much to your dismay. All your racket woke up the man at your side. And he registered your condition right off.
Jacob let out a low chuckle of surprise, a smile growing wider as he sat up to reach out to you.
"Jacob Elordi are you excited that I'm sick?"
"Of course not." He responded, planting a firm kiss to your head. "But I am looking forward to taking as much care of you as you've taken care of me the past two days."
You cooed and cuddled closer to his side, feeling weaker now that the sickness was unavoidably addressed.
"Don't you dare move. It's my turn now, my love." Jacob smiled, locking those beautiful dark eyes on yours before getting up to follow in your footsteps. Cooking and cleaning and laying out your clothes so you didn't have to lift a finger.
You were bummed to miss another night out. But you were so damn glad Jacob didn't let a little sickness ruin the time the pair of you had been waiting to spend connecting again after so long.
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Oblivious, supportive fem Reader x Ayano Aisha, the reader really doesn't get that poor Ayano likes her. It would be nice if they are childhood friends and if Reader isn't a pushover or weak, just clueless as fuck when it comes to love.
After all, girls make shrines about each other all the time, right? And really, getting chocolate from your gal pal on valentines day is the best, good thing you got her home made chocolate too!
My first Yan sim request:D
Ayano Aishi x Female reader
Side note: this character is a yandere,wich means yandere themes might appear disturbing to some readers.
T/W: mentions of kidnaping,mentions of drugging, obsessive behavior,murder,blood, stalking, pshycothic behavior,mentions of self harm and suicide.
Ayano has known you ever since she started first grade. You being her only friend in school,and with time this friendship evolved.
Which made you and the dark haired girl grow closer.
Her behavior never made you uncomfortable around her, neither did her silence. Because in truth,you liked it better, the difference between you two matched perfectly.
Your out going and talkative personality tangling with Ayano's introverted and silent language.
Kids your age called her many names due to her lack of emotions,but every time you were there to send them on their way with a bruise or two, nobody talks to your best friend like that!
At first when she was little,the girl saw your behavior towards her unnecessary. Why were you trying to get close to her? She had nothing to offer back to you.
But as she grew, whenever you weren't around her there was this empty spot in her heart,and that dull feeling griping her soul.
Not long before starting highschool did she realize what this meant.
Her mother talked to Ayano about this,since she was a child.Of course you were her special person,the one who will fill her heart with joy and warmth.
You belong to her.
And nobody can convince her otherwise.
You noticed when she became more clingy to you during breaks,but what you didn't see was the way she was glaring down at any student who dared to look at you for more than one second.
You didn't ask questions when your things were 'Borrowed' and never given back,it's what friends do,right? They share things with each other.
There would be times when you felt followed,like a shadow was glooming over you, following your every move when she wasn't with you. Even if you turned around to ease your paranoia,not seeing anyone there made it worse for you.
People noticed how tight you were with Ayano,so they chose not to meet pats with you. After all the shorter girl was creepy,who would want to tangle in something so complicated, definitely not most of the students,that's for sure.
But some couldn't help but be curious, maybe the feeling of being with someone they shouldn't be excited them.
But it didn't matter to Ayano. How do I know? The student coincidentally died because of food poisoning.
Rat poison isn't a condiment,silly.
Nothing changed after the incident,you and Ayano were closer,yes, that's because she offered you more protection than before, promising something like this will never happen to you. Unless it has to
Oh and she was over the moon when you accepted her invitation for a sleepover over, barely waiting to see your beautiful sleeping face,maybe she could even steal a kiss.
It didn't strike you as weird when you accidentally found her little shrine.
Dedicated to you, you even found it cute.
It had some of the hair ties and pins Ayano 'borrowed' from you a long while ago, pictures with the two of you as little children,pre teens and one from the first day of school.
She even kept the doodles you drew for her couple of months ago. Awh,she really is a sentimentalist even if she doesn't show it.
When ayano saw you looking trough her prized possessions she swore she saw her life flash before her eyes.
Heart rate quickening and this panick taking place in her chest. What will you say now? You will definitely hate her and then you won't want to be her friend anymore. How will she see you if you won't be her friend? How will she confess her love to you?
Of course all those thoughts broke when she heard your chuckle. Mind suddenly clear from the anxious rambling in her head.
"Man, why didn't you tell me? If I knew you prized those moments so much I would have taken more photos!" Relief completely washes over her when she sees that grin on your sweet lips. Why was she over thinking in the first place? You never doubted her, you're her loyal friend.
Of course,if you ever were to be creeped out by her she would have to take you, she'd never allow you to leave. After all you two can have a wonderful life together, whether you like it or not.
But that's not the case now, fortunately she doesn't have to drug you and tie you to her bed. How fortunate !
She smiles, nodding and promising to ask you for more photos for her 'prized moments'.
More people started either going missing or end up dead. People who tried taking you away from her,can't they see? You belong with her, you belong to her.
Since people are so stupid,she has to make it obvious and spell it in their face.
Slowly, letters practically spawned in your shoe locker.
Love poems calling you the sweetest of names. You were intrigued who this anonymous fan was,you must say you even tried peeking to see who was leaving them,but failed each time.
Ayano on the other hand was overwhelmed by pride when she heard you rambling about your secret admirer, cutely giggling over one particular sentence or so.
But she also felt... jealous? It doesn't matter that she's the one who wrote them,but seeing you so enamored with this 'anonymous ' person annoyed her.
On occasions she started gifting you chocolate she knew you liked. Mostly doing it because she loved your happy little squeals and that hug that followed after. She loved the feeling of your chest pressed against hers so tightly. Often wondering how it would feel without the layers of clothes on top of it.
This was only a step further to her plan, this way it wouldn't be a shock when she confessed her undying love to you. You will realize she's the only one you deserve,and you'll accept her love,even return it!
By the end of the first school year you're ready for the final part of her plan.
Yeah the people in your class wonder how you two are not dating yet. Of course they can see how deep Ayano is in for you,but you simply can't.
Making you hers. After she worked so hard this whole year to please you and gain your affection (even if she already had it) she's finally ready to spill her feelings to you.
So here she is,hidden behind the Sakura flower tree, waiting for you to join her.
Your secret admirer called you here to tell you something important,right in the last day of school,in case something goes wrong.
She will leave with you in any case scenario, preferably hand in hand ,rather than taking you home in a box,oh well.
If all goes well,by this time next year you will be her beloved girlfriend,but if not, then you'll be in her basement accompanied by her. Easy.
"Ayano?" Your sweet voice calls out once you get a whiff of the dark ponytail behind the thick tree. It's now or never.
And there she goes, spilling her feelings to you hoping you will return them. Telling you how she wrote those letters meaning every single word that was written on the paper. How she spent her afternoons making the chocolate gifted to you.
This of course came off as a surprise to you, never really thinking Ayano would be able to fall for somebody , especially you. Her best friend since first grade. We're you just so obvious you never noticed the signs?
One look at her flushed face and hopeful eyes and you knew that you also liked her all along,you just chose to push those feelings aside due to your fear of them never being returned by the brunette.
Of course you accepted her confession,and returned it of course.
But if you truly knew the things she had to do to have you,never In a million years would you choose to be hers.
Bonus, slightly suggestive
Ayano didn't usually dream,but when she did ,you were the star of the dream.
Most of her dreams would end up with you on display for her. The next morning she would check you out and pout, thinking that it's a long way before she actually gets to see you and touch your naked body.
But a girl can dream,right?
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not a fever
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Summary: You're quarantined in the laboratory with James Conrad as you try to determine what the effects of the pollen he was exposed to are.
Pairing: James Conrad x Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, i better not see you here if you know what's good for you); sex pollen; p in v
Things to be aware of: reader's a bit insecure; snarky tension between reader & Conrad
"Is this truly necessary? This is an allergic reaction to the pollen, which can be rectified with a quick shot of antihistamines, rehydration, and bed rest. You're overreacting, Y/L/N."
You smirked at the tracker's impatience. "Right. You know what you're absolutely one hundred percent right. How could I be so silly, Doctor Conrad. It's just some foreign flora that we encountered in an island that contained giant lizard creatures and a baby gorilla the size of half a skyscraper after all. But you're right. This is probably just an allergic reaction."
He winced as you pulled the needle from his arm, though you couldn't tell if it was from the slight sting that always came with blood extraction or if it was from your sarcasm-laden retort.
"There's a water in the cooler back there," you said dismissively, already starting on running the mass spec to process his blood. "Sleeping quarters are at the end of the hall."
"Y/N--"
"If this is really just allergies I'll administer the antihistamines myself. Until then, hydration and bed rest, right? So go. I'll let you know as soon as I get the results back."
You froze at the feel of his hand around your arm, suddenly quite aware of the warmth from his body's proximity to yours. "I'm sorry. Please, I don't like it when--"
"Look you could still be right, so save your apology for later. Just rest and let me run these tests so we can get back out there already. Okay?"
The only thing you heard was a sigh and his footsteps exiting the lab, the silence finally allowing you to let yourself release the tension that had you wound up over the last ten minutes. You strictly forbade yourself to let your guard down around James Conrad. You were convinced that the man was so arrogantly aware of how attractive he was that before he'd joined in these crusades with Monarch, you were sure that he could just snap his fingers and the nearest woman would strip on the spot for him.
You were even more convinced that if you ever let him close to you, he wouldn't even need to snap his fingers.
And now you were secluded with him in the laboratory area of the ship, being the sorry scientist that drew the short end of the stick to quarantine with him while you confirmed that the pollen that was dusted all over his face when he was assisting in the unloading of the samples your team had collected was not going to cause the world's next plague.
"Stupid James Conrad volunteering to unload the crates just so he could flex his biceps around Miss Pretty and Perfect Photographer Mason Weaver," you grumbled as you watched the screen begin to load with the component breakdown of the organic material that began to spread through the tracker's bloodstream.
The sound of the walkie-talkie crackling at your desk broke you out of your mass spec trance.
"Y/L/N?? Are you there??"
You picked up the crackling device. "What's up, Marlow? You got anything from those Iwi legends about this flower that dusted Conrad? Did we accidentally start the new plague?" Are we gonna die? you wanted to ask.
"I found something in the journals I had that looks like the flower, and the good news is that no. You're not going to die being exposed to him." His wording made a pit form in your stomach. "The bad news is that if you don't find a way to counteract the effects of the pollen he might die."
You felt your blood go cold at the new information. "Wh--What? Why? How?" Your questions came out muted, as if your voice couldn't even manage to form the questions. Of course it couldn't. It refused to.
"The pollen…it builds off of the person's desire," Marlow explained. "It builds and builds in a fever until they burn. Or until the desire is sated."
Your mouth felt dry. "So sex."
"Remember what I said, Y/N. It builds off of their existing desire. Whoever it is that he thinks of when he's alone at night, that's who can save him from this."
Someone may as well have laid your head on a guillotine and let the blade come down. "Is Weaver there?"
"What is it, Y/N?" the woman's voice rang clear despite the crackling nature of the device. Great, even technology bent for this woman. "Is there anything we can bring over to help you two? Ice bags? Water?"
"Condoms?" you heard Brooks holler from the background.
"Brooks, not now," the photographer scolded.
"We'll be needing you to come over to the lab, Miss Weaver." You did your best to sound formal and not as bitter as you felt. Of course it would be her. Those two looked like a couple of dolls turned human, they even looked like a couple, so she was the obvious choice. "To resolve Mister Conrad's…situation."
Her melodic laughter floated around your lab, furthering your irrational dislike toward the woman. "Trust me when I say this, Y/N. It's not me. He's my friend, practically my brother. And last I checked he likes them brainy. Like…mega brainy."
"Please just make your way to the laboratory as soon as you can. His life could be at stake." Your words were now clipped, your entire system in complete disbelief that she could be so flippant about this.
She huffed from her end. "Fine. I'm on my way. But only to tell you I told you so. Now, you should probably check on him and make sure he's not burning up."
That had you moving down the hall to the sleeping quarters faster than you cared to admit. When you got close to the door, your legs began to move faster at the sound of pained groans coming from where he was supposed to be taking a nap.
"Conrad? Are you okay in there?"
The only response was more groaning, prompting you to quickly open the door and walk into the small room. The sight that greeted you as you walked in had you frozen where you stood, as he stood facing the wall, shirt discarded and well-defined sweaty back muscles on full display, hands on the back of his head as he pressed his forehead to the cool wall.
"Are we contagious?" he asked you, terse and peppered with his signature brand of impatience that had you wanting to either smack him across his mouth or kiss him so he'd shut up.
"We're not. Marlow consulted the Iwi legends. It's only affecting you. The pollen was made to make the subject--"
"Feral? Rabid? Overcome with the desire to fuck?"
Dammit why were his words making you hot all of a sudden, too? Damn that stupidly perfect voice.
"I wouldn't put it that way, but yeah. Legend says that since it builds off of your desire, you have to be with…well, someone you desire."
"And if I don't I die?"
"The fever will burn you alive from the inside out, yes."
He scoffed at your answer. "So I'm going to die from desperation and licentiousness. I'd have rather died on the island. Arrrrgh!" He turned around and pressed his back to the wall this time, letting out an obscene sounding moan in relief.
"I already called Weaver she's on her way here--" you said at the same time as he breathed out "You need to get out of here."
He scoffed once again, keeping his eyes closed as he had them turned upward toward the ceiling. "You clueless girl, I don't desire Mason. Now please, darling, you need to leave this room. I won't have you see me like this."
Your eyes defiantly flickered downward at his words and you nearly bit a hole through your cheek as you caught sight of the bulging erection straining against the zipper of his pants, the sound of the velcro of the fly slowly opening from the force echoing around the room that was getting smaller as the moments ticked on.
"Hey, what kind of person would I be if I just left you here to die alone? Don't worry about me. Besides, I'm safe," you babbled, chuckling nervously toward the end.
The dark chuckle that escaped him made you painfully more aware of the wetness pooling between your legs. "And how exactly are you safe in this small room, with me? In this state? I could break you, little one."
Your nostrils flared at his go-to insult. "Ah, but you won't. Because I'm not your type." Those words made his eyes snap open, looking at you with a ferocity that had the rest of your words stopping at the back of your throat in a lame squeak, all thoughts in your head dying on the spot as you saw that his eyes were nearly black from how blown out his pupils were.
You tried your best to mask the bitterness in your tone as you said the words, too. Why was it that it was this man, of all the people on this mission, that you ended up getting unbearably attracted to? And why was it that he had to be a full asshole and still you couldn't shake your unrelenting desire for him?
His eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at you, an almost tenderness in the blacked out orbs taking you by surprise. "You truly believe that?" You gave him a look as if to say 'duh', which made him hit the back of his head against the wall lightly. "You beautiful, naive woman," he nearly growled before stalking toward you, grabbing you by the back of your head and pulling you into a heated kiss.
It felt like a wildfire had caught and spread throughout your body, down to the tips of your fingers as he held you close to him, his lips moving frantically against yours, as if he couldn't get enough. You placed your hands on his chest, trying to break the kiss, but all you could do was sigh against his lips as he wrapped an arm around you and lifted you easily off the ground, pushing you against the closed door. "C-Conrad," you gasped as his lips moved to your neck, his attentions sure to leave a mark. "This won't help you, Conrad. Please, just wait a few more minutes, Mason's on her way—"
"She will be no help, because it's you that I desire," he moaned against your skin, his hand deftly undoing the button and pulling down the zipper of your shorts. "You can tell me to stop. If you don't want this you can--"
"And what, let you die? Yeah no that's not gonna be on me," you huffed out. "Besides, I want this, too."
The only response from him was a sound between a grunt and a growl as he lifted you from the wall and laid you down on the small single size mattress at the corner of the room. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." His words came out rushed as he removed the shorts and panties from your legs in gentle tugs.
"Let's talk later when you're not dying from island pollen, okay?" He only gave you a little smirk as he unzipped the fly of his pants, only hearing the sound of his pants being pushed down this endless legs as he pressed heated kisses up your inner thighs.
A loud moan escaped you as you felt his feverish lips press a kiss to your folds, his tongue darting out and briefly licking into your entrance before kissing his way up your clothed body. You let out a whimpered moan of his name as he lined himself up to your entrance and pushed his way in with hurried thrusts, a fullness overtaking you followed by a mix of pleasure and pain as you began to feel the stretch of your walls to accommodate his size.
"F-Fuck, little one, you're p-perfect," he stuttered. "Even b-better than I dreamed."
Your thoughts were a haze, too lost in the feel of him mercilessly thrusting into you, like he was impatient to finally finish off the effects of the exotic pollen coursing through him. As impatient as he was in all things. But those words. Those words somehow burrowed into you more and more with every snap of his hips against yours.
He dreamt of this, too?
When his movements became staggered he reached a hand in between you to where your bodies were joined, his fingers starting to rub tight circles on your clit and making you jerk your hips even harder against his. "Conrad--!"
"Come with me, darling," he grunted before pressing his lips to your neck and rocking his hips even faster into yours, pushing you both over the edge. You felt your whole body quivering as your walls clenched and fluttered around him, flooding you with his own release.
You felt his movements slow, become more measured. Tender, even. Your heart began to constrict in your chest as he proceeded to press his lips to your temple and your cheek as you came down from your high, your chest still heaving as you still struggled to breathe properly after he'd taken you so frantically. Parts of your mind were already beginning to question if any of it was even real despite the startling realization that he was still inside you.
And still hard.
"Is your fever gone?" you breathed out, small whimpers escaping you as he worked his hand under your shirt and cupped your breast, his thumb rubbing at your nipple in slow, teasing circles while he trailed his kisses back to your mouth, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.
"It is. Though I can't say quite the same for my desire." You moaned into his mouth as he slowly began to move inside you again. "I don't think that would go away for a long while."
A/N: Would you look at that, I finally wrote sex pollen smut 🥴🫡 Also just to be sure we're all on the same page with this, she thinks "little one" is an insult, meanwhile he actually calls her that affectionately. Because she's smol and he just wants to protect her 🥹💖
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In which (Y/n) surprises Jack with a cat plushie with the pattern of a cactus, insisting that it fit him perfectly.
Although Jack rejects the plushie at first, he seems to grow fond of it rather quickly.
Request by @aislonely.
"By the Great Seven, what is this abomination?"
Jack looked at the strange cat plushie in your hands warily, and he wouldn't take it from you, no matter how much you urged him to. His ears stood up high as he continued to eye it; eventually, his face contorted into a grimace of confusion and disgust.
"It's obviously a cat with the pattern of a cactus," you explained and rolled your eyes playfully. "It couldn't have been anything else, Jack."
"Why does something like this exist—"
"I saw it in Sam's store the other day and had to buy it for you— because cacti are your thing!"
Although Jack couldn't deny that he felt flattered by your thoughtfulness, he still shook his head and pushed you away when you tried to plant the plushie into his hands. "But I don't need a plushie. I'm not a child," he muttered in frustration, especially when you wouldn't cease your attempts of giving it to him.
"Everyone needs a plushie," you insisted, but he didn't look convinced at all. So, you blew a strand of hair out of your face and rolled your eyes. "Fine... since you don't seem convinced... How about you keep the plushie for a week, and if you don't like it, then you'll just return it to me?"
An exasperated sigh escaped his lips. "Why are humans so insistent..."
"Is that a yes," you asked hopefully.
"I suppose."
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After a few days of the cat plushie simply sitting on his windowsill in his minimalistic room, Jack had finally decided to get a closer look at your curious gift. It was the last day of him keeping the plushie, anyway. And just because he found the plushie's concept silly and its use unnecessary didn't mean that he hated the poor plushie. No, the fact that you had actively thought if him when buying it — it actually made his heart flutter a bit in happiness.
So, just for your sake, and since he was sure that he wouldn't like it anyway, he eventually sat down one peaceful evening after training, and took a closer look at the strange object.
The cat smiled up at him happily with its eyes closed. Its fur was a light green, adorned with a few pink petals here and there; the pattern seemed to imitate a cactus in bloom, now that he looked at the cacti on his windowsill. But it wasn't just the absurd appearance that drew him in, but also the way how the plushie squeezed together in his hands, and how his hands glided along the smooth fabric easily.
And the best thing about the plushie was that he could smell a faint trace of your scent on it, but only when he buried his face in it and closed his eyes in utter concentration. Your scent brought him so much peace that he struggled to open his eyes again, and the softness of the plushie made it so that he didn't want to let go.
It didn't take long before he, with an iron grip on the cat plushie, threw himself into his bed and fell asleep promptly. And he couldn't deny that this was the best sleep he had had in the last weeks.
So, it was even worse when in the morning, he wasn't awoken by the sunlight streaming through the window but by your sudden appearance in his room.
And boy, the look on your face when you had caught him cuddling with the plushie in his sleep.
"Jack, you're so cute!!"
At once, the beastman had jolted upwards in alarm, his sharp eyes gazing around his room in search for the intruder. With the plushie protectively stowed away in his left arm, he raised his right hand, about to strike the culprit.
Never would he have thought that it was you.
You sat there, at the side of his bed, with large, watery, puppy eyes and were gazing at the Savanaclaw student and the plushie intently. Much to his dismay, your lips were contorted into a large, shit-eating grin, which is why he tried to hide the plushie beneath his pillow. But it was too late; you had seen everything, already.
"W-What are you doing here?" Jack stuttered out, breathing heavily.
The grin on your lips grew larger. "I just wanted to retrieve the cat plushie because a week has passed since I've given it to you. Remember my deal that I would take it back if you didn't like it?" You wiggled your eyebrows at him mockingly, especially when his head grew a bright red.
"Well, you can take it back," Jack grumbled and threw the plushie right at you with such force that you almost fell to the floor. Luckily, that didn't happen, but the air was knocked out of your lungs when the plushie landed in your arms. "I don't need it. It's useless. It would collect dust on my windowsill, anyway."
You raised an eyebrow at his antics. "It surely didn't look like it was 'useless'..." you grumbled and rolled your eyes. "But if you don't want this cute plushie, I'll just have to give it back to Sam... and someone else will buy it... and it will be gone forever."
"No!" Jack had cried out before realising.
"Hah, got you!"
His shoulders slouched forward, he exhaled in utter frustration and embarrassment. "Alright, maybe it grew on me a little bit..."
"I knew you would love it," you cooed. "And that's why you should keep it."
In a split second, the plushie had been ripped out of your arms and was now in the protective arms of its owner again. Although Jack looked relieved and happy, he couldn't help but glare at you threateningly as he muttered, "You cannot tell anyone about Mr. Snuggles, okay?"
"Mr. Snuggles—?" you snorted out before breaking out into a full-blown fit of laughter.
Jack attempted to silence you with a glare, but it simply wouldn't work. "H-Hey!" he cried out and petted the plushie. "Stop laughing, (Y/n)..."
#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twst#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#reader insert#y/n#disney twst#twst x you#jack howl#jack howl x reader#twst jack#twst jack howl#twst jack howl x reader#twisted wonderland jack#gender neutral reader
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i am going to sleep soon, i promise, but have some sleep-deprived headcanons in the meantime
despite being able to write beautiful and heartfelt lyrics, in the beginning, Vessel couldn't say kind things. he wanted to, he really did, he wanted something nice to go with a gesture or a plate of pancakes he placed in front of II, but he didn't know how. gentle words didn't come naturally. he didn't hear them, so he didn't learn them. he wrote notes instead and drew small, silly pictures and wrote a few words so II would know he cared. II did, anyways, but he saved Vessel's notes and made an album out of them
Vessel adores II's soft voice and sometimes he needs to be held and spoken to in that gentle tone. he needs reassurance and it helps him cry. once he cried for a few hours in II's arms, focusing on that soothing voice telling him that he is safe and loved and in the present with someone who cares about him. he used to feel silly about clinging to II like a koala, but the other doesn't mind and II makes him feel safe, so he snuggles as close as he can
the first time he realized he associated the scent of II with home, he soaked the other's pillow while II was still sleeping on the other side of the bed. Vessel turned away to hide his tears and cried in silence. II woke up with a smile and stretched, but quickly noticed Vessel's irregular breaths and barely audible sniffles. Vessel immediately apologized for crying, for getting II's pillow full of tears and hated how he felt so silly. but then II pulled Vessel against him, and after fiddling with the other's shirt for a while, Vessel could admit why he got so emotional. it was mumbled into the material of II's sleep shirt, but II caught it and he tilted Vessel's head up, then pulled him towards him so their faces were level and he titled their foreheads together. if it was possible, Vessel started crying even more when he saw that II's eyes were a little glassy as well
Vessel often curls up into a little ball when he wants to hide. it's difficult for II to hold him and Vessel can't always handle touch, so II either rubs his back or settles in front of him, and they lie together. Vessel likes to be almost entirely covered by a blanket sometimes, and when he wants a bit of contact, he sticks out a hand and extends a finger between them, and II holds it
Vessel doesn't show pain. not the smallest scrapes, not even the time he burned multiple fingers. but then one time II cuts his finger, barely breaching skin and he pouts a little at the scratch and goes up to Vessel, demanding he kiss it better. he does, and II is convinced that it's gonna heal faster that way. Vessel, admittedly, isn't a doctor, so he doesn't voice his doubt, instead, the next time he gets injured, he shyly goes to II so he can get his scrapes kissed better. when he has a headache, he climbs into II's lap and gets kisses on his forehead and gentle fingers in his hair. he melts at the way II smooths plaster over his cuts and presses kisses on them. Vessel is clumsy, but he finds that he doesn't mind as long as there is someone who takes care of him and kisses it better
#sleep token headcanons#buba writes#*slaps roof of Vessel* this bad boy can fit so much trauma in it#am i emotional about masked men again? mayhaps#it's sleepy time now. goodnight 💜
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OMG I JUST SAW UR REQUESTS R OPEN!!! Hiii!!! I was wondering if you could write (headcanons, or whatever you want!!) of Banhammer and an Artist S/O?? The gender can be neutral!! And like the S/O has a special sketchbook just full of Banhammer, and only him. But the S/O left it out on accident and Banhammer takes a little peek inside it 👀 And theres also like little side notes too!! Like, "Drawing the love again <33" or "Silly guy!! <3" or even like some embarrassing thoughts like, "WHY HE LOOK SO FINE AT 46 ✋" lmao Hope u have a good day!!!! Or night!!!
Banhammer and artist s/o
(No tws, romantic intended, fluffy, gn reader, a bit short..)
If there's anything you found out from being with banhammer, it's that he was, by default, nosy.
You were always drawing him, usually when he was busy working out and you had nothing better to do. You liked being by his side anyhow.
He was covered in sweat when he saw you look up from your sketchbook, then quickly look down once you got your reference. He instantly jumped to your side to see what you were doing.
"Ew, banhammer! You're sweaty!"
You quickly closed the notebook, shielding it with your body as he pouted and asked to see what it was. You always showed him your drawings. Why was this one any different? "Let me see!" He whined, a big paw on your face as he tried to grab your sketchbook. You couldn't help but laugh. You wouldn't dare show him what you drew, your face turning red out of embarassment
He tumbles over his own weight, allowing you time to escape and hide the sketchbook.
He was lucky enough to see a glimpse of it, and the figure looked familiar, but it wasnt enough to satisfy his curiosity.
He didn't bother about it after, which was surprising. After another day of drawing, you huffed as you put down the sketchpad in frustration. It wasn't coming out how you wanted. He pulled you into his lap, gently squeezing you as he purred. It always seemed to calm you down despite being hotheaded. You laid on his chest.
You slowly drifted off to sleep. Banhammer was about to join you when he took notice that your sketchbook was right there, free for the taking. He quickly (but quietly) reaches for it, his hands shook in excitment.
He flipped through the pages impatiently, he saw the ones you had shown him first. Then he found the ones you hadn't, his eyes widened as his face started heat up.
He definitely didn't expect all these drawings of him. It felt like seeing a photo of himself. Each picture felt like a shot to the heart.
He ran one of his clawed fingers gently across the lines of a detailed sketch of himself. The attention to detail made him exasperated. What didn't help was the loving notes on the side of each sketch of him.
"My beloved ♥️"
"Love of my life!!"
"Handsome.."
He was practically a mess reading all of the little doting messages. He let out a small breath of air in an attempt to calm his beating heart. He wanted to pull you into a tight hug and never let go. He continued reading the small messages and the doodles of him doing mundane things. One of them drawn of him after one of his phighting matches. He remembered you eyeing him, at the time he thought maybe you were upset about something.
"How can someone be so perfect?"
He closed the book a bit louder than he meant to, unable to handle the praise.
...
The next time you draw him, you'll think he wasn't paying attention to you. Maybe he lost interest? The relief you felt quickly vanished when he looked at you with a smug smile
"Are you getting my good side?" He said proudly, posing for you.
Your pencil dropped to the floor as you gasped.
"Banhammer!"
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I had like a tickle dream last night 🫣🫣 the girl like took my feet and put them on her lap and just tickled me it felt so real. Imagine waking up from a tickle dream and someone is actually tickling you 🤭🤭🤭. My laugh gets so squeaky I sound like a dog toy
I love thisss so much because it makes me think of a story someone told me once ~ it was one of those things that to this girl it was just a throwaway silly story that led to the bigger story, but for meeee and my silliness I always remember this bit, not whatever came after ~
she was telling me about sleeping over at a friend's house after staying way too late ~ and she was woken up late in the morning by a ticklyyy sensation on her sole as she lay on her tummy ~ she had been laying under a heavy blanket and almost felt like she couldn't get out, and she also thought her friend was still sleeping so she tried to keep quiet, squeaking and burying her face in the pillow for what she assumed was a phantom tickle. But it never stopped ~ the tickles stroked along the shape of her foot and wisped under each toe and drew long lines from toes to heel ~ she was biting the pillow now trying so hard, feeling so guilty that she was going to wake her friend up after crashing without an invitation ~ and then the tickles suddenly attacked on both feet wildly and she was cackling out pounding the bed kicking frantically~ and after twisting around, recognized it had been her friend tickling with her long nails the whole time ~ who then proceeded to sit on the legs and tickle more until they were a wrestled up pile of gigglesss~
and gooossshhhh I just mmh wanted to jump inside her head and see that memory firsthand soooo badlyyy~
sooo ummmhhh yesss~
how absolutely perfect it would be for that sort of teasyyyy slow growing tickle to be done and influence the dreams with ticklyy delightssss, just filling your sleeping mind with sensation and making you wiggle and squeak so adorablyyy ~ and it's alll tickles from there, in your dreams, and when you finally wake up it's more ticklesss for youuuu ~ all surprised and sensitive and already prewarmed ~<33
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The Things I'm Not
Series: A Study in Spite
Requested by: @heartbreakgrill and @whatsupb18
Word Count: 14,000 (But I promise it's worth it.)
Summary: Even after your parents kicked you out, you thought you would be safe with Kol. Unfortunately for you, hateful people suck and don't know when to give up. || Kol x reader || Here lies my Masterlist ||
Warnings: Oh, boy... Where do I start? This fic starts out fluffy but it does not stay that way. There's language, violence, quite a bit of blood, A-N-G-S-T, brief references to suicide, mentions of guardian figures encouraging self-harm, a sprinkling of brutality, and some not-so-healthy relationship behavior. But the request asked for psychotic and I delivered as best I could. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.
🔪STORY BEGINS BELOW🔪
You were driven from your dreams by the grating sound of distant arguing. That was nothing unusual, your parents fought a lot lately. So was it really your fault if it took a solid 10 minutes for you to realize that the bickering voices didn't belong to your parents?
Come to think of it, something was off. The sheets surrounding you were much too soft to be yours and the bed beneath you was... breathing.
Your eyes snapped open.
Well... this wasn't your room.
A pair of arms held you close, one wrapped low around your waist and the other over your back. You had to crane your neck to catch a glimpse of whoever you were cuddled up to. Dark hair, sharp features, soft expression.
Kol.
The night before came rushing back and you blushed fiercely, smiling to yourself all the same. Kol had kissed you. He'd asked you to stay, carried you back, and sang softly until you fell asleep in his arms. When you had first agreed to go out with him, you hadn't thought he actually cared about you. Why would he? No one else did. So even as time had worn on, the thought never really crossed your mind.
But you realized it now. Somehow, with the early morning light filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow on his face, it was easier to see. He looked so young and innocent so peaceful - like the eighteen-year-old boy he should have been allowed to be. The ravenous animal under his skin was caged for now and the last thousand years of heartache could lay no claim on him here, so long as he remained in his dreams. It was impossible to imagine that an original vampire might somehow care for you. But Kol as you saw him now? That didn't seem so far-fetched.
Yes, you saw it now. That boy had a lot of love to give. Kol did care about you - truly. He genuinely wanted to take care of you. He wanted you to be alright - happy even.
How extraordinary.
You smiled and laid your head on his chest again, listening to his heartbeat just the same as yours. The two of you really weren't so different. It seemed silly that you'd once believed otherwise.
Kol hummed.
"I know you're awake, darling," He mumbled, still a little groggy. His arms around you tightened as he shifted and you bit your lip, eyes widening. His voice was quiet and raspy and... really hot actually - not that you'd ever admit that out loud. "But please-" He sighed, burying his face in your hair. " -don't make me get up yet?"
You snickered, shaking your head a bit though it was mostly just an excuse to nuzzle closer to him. "What? Is Mr. Perfection not a morning person?"
"Don't say that as if you are," He joked, lightly poking you in the side. You couldn't help but giggle and you shrugged, feeling a smile on his lips as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. "How'd you sleep?"
Funny, he was the first person to ask you that in a while.
"Honestly?" You drew in a breath. "I haven't slept so well in two years." As soon as the words left your lips, you found yourself chuckling at the sheer absurdity of them. "And yeah, I'm well aware of just how stupid that is," You added.
"Why say that?" Kol wondered, lifting his head a little. His hand on your back took to drawing idle shapes along your shoulder blade. Those trailing fingers coaxed a shiver from your bones despite being surrounded by his pleasant warmth.
You shrugged but spoke anyway. Kol was safe - you knew now that you could tell him anything.
"Well, I've been going to counsel meetings since my freshman year of highschool," You explained quietly, playing with a strand of your hair. "I just never took them seriously until suddenly I was a senior and all these people around town - people I knew, went to school with, couples I'd baby-sat for - they all started dying. A-and I know what an animal attack looks like - I live in rural Virginia, for crying out loud!" You laughed but it quickly died off and your voice quieted further. "At council meetings, the police... they-they would show pictures o-of the bodies. They were never really very bloody, you know? So, uh... I mean, you-you could really see... inside." Memories flashed behind your eyes. Sickening, bloodless murals of mutilated muscle, tendons, skin, and bone.
Kol didn't speak. He just rubbed your back soothingly.
You shook your head minutely. "There were never any scratches," You mused. "No claws - just teeth. Mountain lions... mountain lions, or-or coyotes, they... they don't do that. So, when there was only one thing that could have... Well, I guess it was sort of like a slap to the face 'cuz these savage predators my parents had been telling me horror stories about for years were actually real and now they were right outside the door. So, I just got real scared... and I stopped sleeping."
You didn't have to see his face to know he was frowning, brows drawn together in a question.
"You... you saw?" He asked in hardly a whisper. You nodded. "And you still let me hold you?"
A wry smile tugged at your lips. "Pretty stupid, eh?"
The boy seemed to relax, he laid his head back and forced out a breath but the tension in his shoulders was far from gone. His arms tugged you closer as though he feared you might run away if he let go.
"How can you trust me if you've seen what I can do to you?" There was something very vulnerable in his voice as he asked that question. You were reminded of your conversation the night before - his own mother saw nothing good left in him, nothing worth loving.
You took a moment to answer, thinking it through.
"You made me a promise," You decided, nodding to yourself.
"I promised I'd never intentionally cause you pain," He said. "What if I slip up? It happens sometimes - I just get so hungry and I can't control it. What if I hurt you by accident?"
The words left your lips before you had time to doubt them. "I don't think you will."
"How can you be sure?" He rested his cheek against your hair, inhaling deeply. "I'm the most vile thing you've ever met."
"I know." You smiled but it was a lie. Kol was not the most vile thing you knew. That distinction took on a much more mundane form. "Though, if you're the most dangerous monster in the world, then I can sleep peacefully knowing that right next to you is the safest place I can be." You slipped your arms up around his neck, still too tired to give him a proper hug. "You'll keep all the monsters away... Even your own."
The boy huffed a laugh and before you really knew what was happening, you were lying on your back and Kol was hovering over you, grinning cheekily.
"You know, I think you're right," He said.
You smirked, stretching out a little. "Of course I am."
"You're also gorgeous." Kol brushed a strand of hair away from your face and leaned down to kiss you.
His lips were just as soft as they'd been the night before and his movements were just as sweet. That boy's kisses were like a winter champagne toast, bubbly and fun and just a little bit intoxicating, but nothing too serious. He knew you were still getting used to this - to him, and everything he was - so Kol was gentle and slow... But he was still himself. So naturally, when his champagne lips left yours, he immediately started working his way lower. Starting along your jaw and leaving a trail of achingly soft kisses as he moved down the column of your throat.
It was similar to the way he'd kissed you the night of your first date, except it was more meaningful this time - more personal. You realized that night had merely been a trial run, this was the real deal. Kol's lips found your pulse and he paused, letting go of an uncertain breath.
"Thank you for trusting me, Y/N," He murmured into your skin. Kol never said anything unless he really meant it.
You wove your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. "Thank you for caring."
"Always," He promised.
Kol's lips parted when he attacked your pulse again and those slow, perfect kisses lost a little bit of their innocence. He was too good at this. Each one left you craving more, so you couldn't really help the moan that escaped your lips when Kol dipped his head to mouth at your collarbones. The mark he'd left on you weeks before had faded but he seemed keen to replicate his work.
His kisses grew rougher, more fervent. Warmth bloomed wherever he touched and you found yourself utterly lost in it. Blunt teeth began scraping and nipping at your skin and-
Oh... Oh, that felt good.
His lips returned to your pulse, spreading a gooey, perfect heat down your spine in thick waves and his tongue darted out to steal a taste. Your body arched up and Kol groaned.
Then those blunt teeth turned sharper than knives.
You froze. Kol's breathing ran ragged and you gasped as he pressed their needle-like points into your skin with pressure on the very knife edge of drawing blood. The boy stilled.
When he pulled away, his eyes were closed and his expression drawn. You could see black veins writhing beneath the skin under his eyes and you watched, apprehensive, as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. The predator faded from the surface a few moments later and he sighed, opening his eyes. He offered you a dry smile.
"I think it's time for breakfast," He said softly. An apology lingered in those chocolate eyes.
But you were safe. Always safe. That was what mattered.
You gave him a smile to let him know you were okay. "Lead the way then." The boy grinned down at you.
At that precise moment, the door to Kol's bedroom flew open with a bang.
He closed his eyes and cursed.
"Well good morning, little brother!" An obnoxious voice exclaimed. The figure in the doorway could not have sounded any more smug.
"Bugger off, Nik," The boy snapped.
"Why? Having a good time with your lady friend?" Klaus teased, smirking.
Kol grimaced. "I was, no thanks to you." He moved off of you and stood before scooping you into his arms in the next second. "We're going to get breakfast now. Bye!"
"Wait!" You held up a hand to stop him. Kol raised a brow. "I need my phone. Gotta know if good ole' mom and dad have put a bounty on my head yet."
The boy chuckled but swiped your phone from the nightstand and passed it to you. "My lady."
Then the world lurched and you were sitting on the counter of the kitchen island. You blinked and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. When you looked up again, Klaus had joined you as well.
He stood in front of his younger sibling, arms folded behind his back. "Come now, brother. You know I don't mind you bringing your toys home, but I really must insist on knowing exactly who resides in my house at any given time." The hybrid's tone was mostly casual but it carried a lethal edge just beneath the surface. He turned on his heel, rounding on you. You knew he wouldn't hurt you though - he'd signed that treaty with the council same as Kol. "Who might you be, love?" He asked.
"And what do you want for breakfast?" Kol tagged on.
"I'm Y/N, but I'm not sure how much longer I'll be a Y/L/N," You replied, powering on your phone. You weren't sure what your parents would have to say about your little stunt, but you were positive it wouldn't be anything good. "Oh, and I saw some Pop Tarts in y'all's pantry last night and I don't mind if I do."
Klaus recognized your name though he wasn't sure from where. You gave him a moment to think and went scrolling through your texts.
"Really, darling? Pop Tarts?" Kol leveled you with a look of sheer disappointment.
"What? It's been forever since I had one of those things!" You defended.
"Why?"
You shrugged, trying to cover the twinge in your chest. "Weapons don't get junk food."
Kol blinked and his mouth pressed into a thin line. "You know what? Take as many bloody Pop Tarts as you want."
"Yay!"
Klaus' eyes darkened then and you knew he'd found his answer. "Your parents are on the Founder's Council." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yup. And that very same council is planning to gas this fine establishment with enough vervain to choke an undead horse sometime soon, so I suggest y'all start routinely checking your vents for the next couple of weeks." You sighed, looking up from reading the last of your parent's rage texts. "And before you ask: No, I don't know anything more than that because I'm not invited to their little meetings anymore."
"I'm afraid that sounds rather unlikely," A new voice chimed into the conversation. A man dressed in an expensive suit waltzed through the kitchen doorway. He looked like an older, less happy version of Kol, so you figured that must have been Elijah.
"No, I can assure you - she's been thoroughly shunned." Kol grinned as he got himself a plastic bag out of the refrigerator, the contents of which you tried not to pay attention to.
Elijah shot him a flat look. "I was referring to this supposed plot of the council. Mayor Lockwood already assured us there would be peace."
"I'm sure she did," You said. "However, Mayor Lockwood was not privy to the - what's a fancy word - formulation of this plan." You felt an odd need to step up your vocabulary in their presence.
Klaus seemed thoroughly - if not darkly - amused by your comments. He chuckled. "Sweetheart, she's the mayor."
"I'm aware of that, thanks," You deadpanned. "Problem is, an unfortunate majority of the council believes that some of its members have lost their nerve, namely Mayor Lockwood, Sheriff Forbes, and that Damon Salvatore guy."
"Well, that's probably because Salvatore and his little brother happen to be quite dead," Kol hummed.
"As is Sheriff Forbes' daughter Caroline," Klaus chimed in. "Not to mention, her boyfriend Tyler Lockwood - my oh-so-lucky first hybrid."
You coughed, nearly choking on your Pop Tart as you glanced between them, wide-eyed.
Kol frowned. "Did you not know that?"
"I did not," You admitted slowly. "But you know what? That makes a lot of sense, actually." You shook your head, getting back on track. "Anyway, the rest of the council has decided that the Mayor's methods are far too passive. So they're taking things into their own hands. Again, that's all I know; y'all are welcome for the warning."
Klaus folded his arms over his chest, nodding. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Kol tense. He wasn't about to let you be hurt.
"Let's say you are telling the truth, love," The hybrid began, sounding rather ominous. "What then, pray tell, are you doing here?"
You huffed a bitter laugh and Klaus' dangerous smirk dropped just a little.
"Well, if forty-seven texts, twenty-two calls, and three Emails are anything to go by, then I'm getting myself disowned," You said with a fake smile.
"Why?" He wondered, brows furrowing into an expression both curious and suspicious.
"Because metaphorically speaking, my parents are Death Eaters and I just slept with a muggle." It hurt a lot less when you were making fun of it.
It seemed Elijah was the only one to get your joke. He snickered and his brothers looked to him for an explanation.
"It's from a book series called Harry Potter. The Death Eaters in the story are blood supremacists and Muggles are the group they discriminate against," He said.
The other two nodded in vague understanding and you reminded yourself to introduce Kol to Harry Potter.
You waved a hand. "It's less funny when you explain it." Hopping up from your chair, you approached Klaus. Kol flinched, looking about ready to tackle his brother should the hybrid try anything. "Anyway, you built this place right? You said it's your house?"
His eyes narrowed. "Yes..."
You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. It wasn't as if you had many other options.
"Would it be too much if I asked to stay here for a while? Just a couple days - maybe a week? I'd never typically ask this of anyone but, um..." Your voice broke off as your throat closed around the words you'd been about to speak. They died on your tongue, so you shoved your phone into his hands instead, offering him a view of your parents' latest message.
His eyes skimmed over it and the expression he wore softened just slightly.
You knew what the text said.
"Your accounts have been frozen and we've terminated your scholarship. If you want to act like a purposeless whore, then you can live like one. Don't. Come. Back."
Tears welled in your eyes without your permission. You knew your parents had run out of love for you, but this? This was one step further.
This was active hatred.
Klaus frowned, glancing between you and Kol as if trying to figure something out. Just a few feet away, Kol looked like he wanted to grab you and run.
"I just don't know where else to go," You whispered, bowing your head. "A-and I know it's a lot to ask, but I'm not safe now that I've told you this. You just... you don't understand what they're willing to do. I don't even think I could explain how much they hate you! This town is cursed along with everyone in it." You were rambling but you lost your ability to care about that as the horror of your situation truly dawned on you for the first time. "You guys don't know. You don't know what they said - what they're capable of. You don't know what they told me to do!"
Kol took a step toward you and Klaus crossed his arms over his chest. Behind him, Elijah's eyes narrowed. Their expressions belied varying levels of concern.
"Darling?" Kol spoke up cautiously. "Why do I get the feeling there's something you need to tell me?"
You blinked quickly, snapping out of your panic. You'd said too much and you had to bite down on your tongue to keep the rest of it inside. You wanted to tell him, you really did. You'd wanted to tell him this exact thing the night before, but you'd deflected then too. You needed to do this, but-
"I can't."
His eyes narrowed. "Why not?"
"If I tell you, you'll kill them all."
The three brothers glanced at one another. When Kol spoke, he did so slowly - as if it pained him.
"Darling, listen. If you tell me, I'll not act without your explicit permission," He said. "Alright?"
Kol was safe. You could trust him. He wasn't going to hurt you.
You drew in a breath that rattled your lungs as you rapidly blinked tears from your eyes. You looked at your feet, ashamed, though you knew logically that none of this was your fault.
"The Council is sick with hatred," You began, trying to keep your voice even. "It's like a disease and it's infected all of them. People I thought I knew - my own parents - they want me to be a weapon."
Kol, of course, already knew that but you explained for the other two. Klaus stiffened but Elijah reached out and laid a hand on his arm. You continued, wringing your hands.
"One of them - I think it was Carter Hamilton's wife - she found out I was seeing Kol."
No matter how desperately you wanted to, you just couldn't bring yourself to look at him. It wasn't his fault but you couldn't stand to think of him the way they did - like a wild animal that couldn't control its urges.
"She-she found out, and she brought it up at one of the meetings. She talked to my parents about it - not even to me - like I wasn't even there. She said - she suggested that they stop giving me vervain." Your voice caught and the words felt like glass to try and swallow. Suddenly you felt like you weren't getting enough oxygen - the air in the kitchen felt thin.
"She thought that if... if I could, um... w-well, if I could get him to... " You breathed in and out. In and out.
"She said that if I could get Kol to-to... feed... on me just, um, just a few times without vervain, then maybe they could slip enough of it to me one day to catch him off guard. They thought that maybe if they could... They wanted to use me to weaken you, Kol... and then, um, then maybe decapitation might kill you."
"And say you had been seriously injured in such an ill-conceived attempt on my brother's life," Elijah proposed in a tone of measured neutrality. He stood hardly a few feet from you but his voice sounded strangely indistinct - almost far away. "Did any member of the council propose a feasible method for ensuring your survival?"
You shook your head, eyes stinging with unshed tears you should have felt safe enough to cry earlier.
"No," You answered, voice thinning further, poised to snap. Your whole body was trembling. "They didn't think it was important enough. Hamilton's wife said my only purpose was to make Kol weak, and that I needed to do whatever it took to do that." You sucked in a breath through your teeth clenched like a vice. If you relaxed a single muscle, you were sure you'd fall apart.
"The rest of the council agreed with her."
Finally, you mustered the courage to lift your gaze, meeting his warm chocolate eyes. Kol looked like he was gonna be sick. His hands were clenched into fists but there was more than just rage in his countenance. There was disgust and not only for the Council. No, there was guilt there too. Disgust and guilt for what he'd very nearly done hardly a few minutes before.
Upon meeting his eyes, your stomach twisted with shame for ever having associated with those people. You didn't feel or think the things they did. Kol had never been a monster to you, he'd never done anything to hurt you. So revealing what you'd been told to do wrought a foul, nauseating guilt boiling under your lungs like you'd never felt before. The more you let yourself think about it, the more deeply you realized how twisted and cruel the Council's plan for you truly was.
Intentionally encouraging Kol to indulge his curse on you? Allowing hateful people he'd not harmed in any way, to take advantage of his weaknesses in order to kill him for something he couldn't change? It was sick!
It was all so sick and your parents had been among those telling you to do it.
All you could feel was shame and hurt and you yearned to just run away from it all and hide so you wouldn't have to face him. But no. No, you had to look him in the eye now. Kol deserved to know why you'd been so terrified of him for so long. His arms were the only safe place for you now and he deserved to know why. He deserved to know everything.
And you weren't even to the worst part yet.
"They told me not to fight you," You whispered. "They said that if you - no, um, they said when - when you bit me, that I should let you. They, um, they told me to let you do anything you wanted... even if-if it h-hurt me. They said I should let you feed as much as you wanted, even if I passed out because otherwise it would ruin the plan. They told me that if I died then it was okay because I'd be dying for their stupid, miserable Cause." You spat the last words out with more venom than you'd ever spoken anything. You closed your eyes and let the tears in your eyes slip down your cheeks. You'd held them in long enough.
Before you had another moment to think, you found yourself caught up in a pair of arms. His were the only pair you'd ever really had - the only ones you could rely on. You buried yourself in them, safe from the world - safe from the Council. Kol's soft voice murmured soothing words in your ear in a language you didn't understand, while his fingers ran themselves skillfully through your hair and he just let you cry.
"They were supposed to protect me!" You sobbed into his shirt. The pain of all these thoughts you'd avoided processing crashed down on you now. So you clung to him. "They promised to keep me safe! They said I'd never have to fight - that it would never come to that! But they lied! They lied to me, Kol! They lied to me and they told me to die!" That was what they'd really told you to do, you realized. "They told me to kill myself!"
You hated them.
The boy holding you froze. He pulled away just a fraction of an inch, absorbing your revelation like a bullet to the gut. Perhaps he wanted to say something - perhaps he wanted to demand why you hadn't told him this earlier - but you didn't care to look at him. You just shook your head, fisting his shirt, and let him take the pain you could bear no longer.
His arms were around you again a second later, cradling you as close as he possibly could. Kol held onto you with the same determined ardor as he had just last night. He held you like he wouldn't let you go for the whole world - like it wouldn't mean anything without you. He held you as if he would fall to pieces if he loosed his grip but a fraction. The space between his arms was reserved just for you. Entirely yours. Safe.
Once he felt that he'd held you long enough to speak, his voice was a myriad of emotions that all lent themselves to just one feeling. It was a three-word feeling that he wasn't willing to say out loud just yet, but it was there. You could feel it too. It had been there when you'd woken up with him that morning, though you weren't ready to say it either.
"You listen to me, darling, and you listen well." Kol spoke in a growl so low you wouldn't have heard it had his lips not been at your ear. He held you tight and close. "Forget everything that Council ever told you. Forget it, right now! Because you are not their pawn to be sacrificed. You are mine. Understand that? You're mine, and I am never going to hurt you. Never. I promise."
And you knew that boy didn't promise things lightly.
"I don't wanna be like them," You whispered.
"You're not," He affirmed. "You are nothing like they are."
You sighed, and the shards of glass in your lungs seemed to fall out. They'd been there so long you'd almost forgotten what it was like to breathe easy.
"Do me a favor?"
"Yes. Of course, name it," He readily replied, grasping handfuls of your clothes and hair. "Tell me how to make it better?"
"Don't kill them?" He stiffened. "Please?"
Kol snarled, hugging you closer. "I don't know if I can promise that bit."
You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck to return the hug properly. "You don't have to promise. Just say you'll try?"
Kol cursed.
"I don't think you quite understand the weight of what you're asking, sweet-thing." He almost sang those words and the speed at which his tone flipped should have terrified you.
"Maybe not." You shrugged. Kol was a one thousand year old being for goodness sakes. You couldn't expect him to change on a dime. "But I'm asking."
"They don't deserve forgiveness," He spat.
"This isn't forgiveness," You maintained. "It's spite."
That was all it had ever been. All you really had from the beginning.
"Well, as delightful as this has been, I really don't think I'm up for watching the two of you explore one another for the next few hours." Klaus' voice spoke up from behind you and your face flushed. You'd forgotten he was still there. "So before I take my leave, I'd just like to say that I have no objections to you staying here, Y/N. Consider yourself an honored guest in this house as long as you may have need of it."
Kol refused to let go of you, but you turned within his arms to face his brother. Behind you, the boy took to nuzzling at your neck.
"You don't think I'm playing you?"
Klaus sighed and there was something very heavy in it. "There are things one cannot fake, love." The smile he proffered was thin but sincere. "Besides, if you can keep Kol in a good mood then you're more than worth the trouble. Stay as long as you like. Hell, move in if you want to! My little brother needs a decent babysitter."
"Shut up, Nik," The boy grumbled into your throat.
You returned his brother's fragile smile. "Thanks."
He bowed his head to you and left. Elijah moved to follow but he stopped at the door.
"Might there be anything else you need, young one? After all, I believe we were the ones to push you into this unfortunate situation," He said. Those words held an awful lot of regret.
"It wasn't your fault. You didn't turn them into animals - they did that all on their own," You replied somewhat tiredly. "Though, now that you mention it, do you think you could spare a little time to help me get my belongings back? I'm kind of attached to my bean-bag chair."
Elijah cracked a smile. "Certainly."
Kol sighed. "I don't know, darling," He hummed with a tone like a knife edge. "If I go near that house again, I might have to confront the owners of said dwelling and tear them limb from limb."
His words should have scared you. But they didn't.
You hummed. "Do you think you could settle for scaring them out of their wits?"
***
When you arrived at the door to your parent's house, Kol was clinging to you like an oversized koala. That is if a koala could exude thoughts of sweet, sweet arson and murder from its very being in thick, tangible, waves. He didn't seem intent on letting go of you any time soon so you figured you'd just deal with it. Elijah, on the other hand, was fixing his cufflinks in a way that somehow came off as threatening though you weren't going to question it.
You rang the doorbell.
The door was answered by a shotgun. You went a little cross-eyed looking at it.
"We're back to this again are we?" You could hear the smirk in Kol's voice and you just grinned.
"Hi, dad!" You greeted cheerfully. You had already done all the crying you were going to do. You refused to let that man hurt you anymore.
"Get off my property!" He barked. "You're not welcome here! Any of you!"
Who exactly did he think he was talking to?
"Yeah, well we're coming in anyway." You shrugged. "My new room's missing some things."
"Right," He scoffed. "And how do you expect to get them without the original freaks? They can't get past the threshold without my saying so, and you don't live here anymore."
You hummed nodding. "Nice try, but you couldn't possibly have changed my records that quickly." You ducked under your father's gun - which Kol quickly snatched before proceeding to bend into a knot - then stepped through the door. Your mother stood a few feet inside.
She shook her head, frantic. "Don't do this, Y/N/N," She begged. "Please don't do this?"
You met her eyes. "Feel free to come in, guys," You said evenly. "Make yourselves at home."
In a split second, Kol had wrapped himself around you again, grinning wide and sharp.
Your mother scurried back, cowering against the far wall. Sure, you could have rubbed it in further, but it just didn't seem worth it.
"Elijah?"
"Yes?" He responded. He didn't break his little staring contest with your father but he did tilt his chin in your direction.
"I don't know if the vervain gas is hidden here, but by all means, poke around."
Your father's eyes could not have contained more rage.
"You told them?!" He demanded in disbelief. You just shrugged. You failed to see how he could be surprised, after the way he'd treated you. The man's lips peeled back and spittle flew from between his clenched teeth. Who was the animal here? "Why you miserable, pathetic, ungrateful, little wh-"
He didn't have time to finish that sentence because Kol had him suspended in the air by his throat. Your father coughed and gagged, writhing in midair.
"What? Not going to finish?" Kol taunted. He was enjoying this quite a lot. "Can I break him, darling?" He asked, not looking back at you.
You sighed. "Kol, we talked about this."
"Come now, he asked for it," The dark-haired boy insisted. "Just a little? I can even put him back together if you want! Who knows? Maybe a little bit of vampire blood in his system will make him less of a brute!"
At the mention of vampire blood, your father let out a strangled scream. He kicked and struggled more violently.
"No!" Your mother cried, moving as if to somehow aid her husband. Kol stopped her with a single finger jabbed in her direction.
"Ah! Did I ask for your opinion?" He shifted his gaze to her and she faltered beneath the weight of it. All objections died in her throat and even you could have sworn you felt the temperature in the room drop with that chilling glare. His next words were soft as death by hypothermia - far too pleasant to be comforting. "Your fate may lay in your daughter's hands, but I wouldn't test me if I were you."
You glanced back up at your father, still fighting and spitting in your direction.
"You know what? Have your fun, just don't go overboard. I'll be in my room." You flicked your hand in a wave and tried not to pay attention to the twist of guilt in your stomach as Kol's grin turned positively gleeful. You just turned and made your way to your room.
To your surprise, the screams didn't last very long. They died down after only about five to ten minutes and by that time, you hadn't even decided what to pack up first.
"Well, that's one thing taken care of," Kol announced as he waltzed into your room, seeming as content as he'd been when you'd woken up with him.
"Thanks," You said softly.
"Oh, it was my genuine pleasure."
You rolled your eyes. "I meant for holding back," You said. "You did hold back, right?"
The boy flopped down on your bed, fixing you with an adorable expression you couldn't seem to incite anger from, despite knowing what was behind it. "In my opinion? Absolutely, all things considered."
"What did you do?" You honestly weren't sure if you wanted to know the answer to that.
He shrugged. "Let's just say your father has a brand new tattoo he never wanted. I'd say go take a look, but it's going to take a while to really show up. That is, as long as he receives some stitches for it within the next hour and forty-five minutes."
You raised a brow. "Is that a fancy way of saying you gave him a big-ass scar?"
"Yeah, but it sounds less fun when you say it like that!" He said dismissively, waving a hand. "What we really should have done is gotten Nik over here. He's the artistic one - could have made it fancy - perhaps drawn a hog or something to go with..."
You rolled your eyes, trying to push away the part of you that was currently bombarding you with memories of a time when your parents loved you. Though the more that you thought about it, the more you realized those memories were really just of parents that didn't openly despise you.
"Kol?" You called his name softly and he was sitting by your side in a heartbeat. "This doesn't make me bad, does it?"
That dark-haired boy took your hands in his, thumbs brushing over your knuckles as he urged you to meet his milk-chocolate eyes.
"No. This doesn't make you bad," He said. "You didn't do anything today - I did."
"But I let you... wanted you to," You insisted. "What does that make me?"
"It makes you free, darling." He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss against the back of it. "Don't be sad. It's alright to just enjoy it." A smile tugged at his lips and he pulled you to your feet. "Come now, I'll help you get all this stored and we'll be done in time for lunch. You can teach me another one of your Christmas songs while you're at it."
***
December drew to a close without any major incidents and January passed by much the same, with you and Kol living out something of a crooked fairytale. While you'd originally planned to stay with the Mikaelsons only as long as you needed to find yourself an apartment, that notion was quickly tossed out the window. Kol just kept complaining that an apartment would be nothing more than a waste of time and money, seeing as you spent most of your nights in his bedroom anyway, despite having one of your own.
He wasn't wrong.
Halfway through January, you sued the ever-loving hell out of your parents, pursuing it all the way to the state level where you finally managed to get your savings and checking accounts back. With that money, you figured you would enroll in the spring semester of your chosen college with Kol along for the ride. (He needed to catch up on recent history anyway, so it worked out.)
By February, things were going pretty well and you'd even started getting back into your old hobbies.
Alright, so it was less of a hobby and more of a side gig. Despite your raging phobia of performing in front of an audience, you'd gone and joined a band in your sophomore year. You were the band's percussionist and sure, it was by no means professional, but you got actual gigs at the Grill every Wednesday night and made some decent cash. It was fun and you loved it, no matter what anyone said about it being a waste of time or unladylike.
Now, you hadn't played since the Original Family came to town, but for the past few weeks, you'd been coming back. Wednesday nights you got to do what you loved, free of fear or judgment. Not even Kol was here to watch, you reassured yourself as you sat down at your drum set and tied a familiar gray blindfold over your eyes.
Not that he would judge you, of course. You just weren't sure you were ready to share one more part of yourself with that boy. Music was the part of you that made you happiest and it had always belonged solely to you.
You fixed your blindfold and picked up your drumsticks to tell Rory - the head singer and guitarist - that you were ready. Everyone outside the band thought the blindfold was just your gimmick but really you just couldn't perform without it. The sight of any crowd drove your stage fright berserk, oftentimes making you sick.
But hey, if everyone wanted to see it as a gimmick, then more power to them. At least it went with the band name.
"Please welcome Mystic Falls's own, Daredevil Squad!"
Wow. Good ole' Matt Donovan really needed to work on his introduction voice, but that was neither here nor there. With those words, your thinking time was over. Rory gave the cue and you counted the rest in. Then, you had fun.
You played for a solid two hours which is a lot harder than it sounds. You were glad Rory had picked some really good songs for the performance, though House of the Rising Sun was definitely your favorite. You didn't sing much, just hummed in the background mostly, but that was why you played percussion - it was the beat you were in love with. More often than not, you could almost swear the drums had a mind of their own and you were just along for the ride.
Once you were finished, you tugged the blindfold off and made a beeline for the bar. You were going to die of thirst if you didn't get a glass of water right away. In your haste, you failed to take note of your surroundings or more specifically, the people in them.
"You know, I was beginning to wonder where it is you run off to every Wednesday night," A very familiar voice purred next to your ear.
You jumped and whirled around to find Kol grinning down at you, whiskey in hand. You must have flushed bright red because that cheeky grin of his grew wider.
"Kol? What-what are you doing here?" You sputtered. What were you supposed to say?
"Well, I came here intending to dull the monotony of your absence with alcohol, but I find myself pleasantly surprised," He answered, tossing you a wink.
"I... didn't know you were going to be here," You said, somewhat apologetic. It wasn't as though you could expect him to like your music. After all, no one else ever had.
His expression softened and he put his drink down, drawing you into a hug. "Relax, darling. No need to get uptight," He reassured. "You were amazing and I loved watching you."
You smiled. "Really?"
"Absolutely. I only wish you'd told me earlier." He squeezed your shoulder, smiling easily. That boy always knew how to calm your nerves. "But hey, as long as we're both here, why don't you join me for a few drinks?" He offered. At that moment, the bartender passed you your water and you snatched it from the counter, downing the whole thing in just a few seconds. Kol blinked. "Or not..."
"Sorry!" You giggled. "I gotta go put my instrument away real quick. But I'll come back, okay?"
"Sounds excellent, love," He agreed.
"Awesome." You tapped your fingers against the bar top a few times before swinging around and making your way to the Grill's tiny excuse for a backstage area. Kol watched you go up until the door swung shut behind you.
As soon as it had, you were plunged into darkness. Though it was only for a few seconds as you reached for the light switch, that was long enough. Someone lunged from behind one of the extra speakers and a cloth was shoved over your mouth and nose. You knew better than to breathe it in, but your attacker wasn't alone. A second assailant grabbed hold of your arms and locked a pair of handcuffs around your wrists with trained precision. You tried to scream for help and it was shortly after that when everything went black.
***
Sheriff Elizabeth Forbes knew what desperation looked like. Having been in this job as long as she had, Liz liked to think she'd seen just about every form a desperate soul could take.
Fate proved her wrong when Kol Mikaelson appeared in the doorway of her office. Somewhere amidst the limb-freezing, mind-numbing existential terror that shot through her veins at the sight of him, Liz recognized that he did not look well.
His eyes were bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, contrasting starkly with pale skin and dark, matted hair. He stood there, tall and proud despite it all and Liz was reminded of her daughter. Sweet little Caroline - the girl who ran herself ragged over everything. Well, Kol hardly seemed like the type to do so. Therefore, Liz figured that whatever was going on was bound to be serious.
The ancient predator strolled leisurely into the small office space and draped himself over the rickety old chair opposite Liz's desk. His eyes closed for only a moment, as though it were a relief to sit down. Seeming to her like a Jaguar lounging on a tree branch, he leveled a pair of infinitely incomprehensible eyes on her and she resisted the urge to shrink under the weight of his hard gaze.
Instead, she cleared her throat, tipping her head in his direction. "Good afternoon," She greeted. His head tilted to the side. He didn't return her pleasantries. "So to what do I owe this visit?"
This terrible being raised a brow. "You are the head of this dismal town's law enforcement, are you not?" He began, unimpressed.
Liz blinked, unsure how to reply. "Well... yes."
"And theft is still an act declared by your country's laws to be immoral, is it not?"
She nodded slowly. "Since last I checked."
The predator's eyes narrowed. "Then I do believe I'm here to requisite your expertise, Miss. Elizabeth." Each word was sharper than a surgical knife.
She bristled at her name on his lips. "It's Sheriff Forbes."
"Liz." He grinned - a flash of white teeth and flecks of red. Kol Mikaelson leaned forward, she could smell decay on his breath. "Something has been stolen from me, Lizzie - something very important and I want it back."
This thing in front of her was nothing like the vampire Liz carefully liked to consider her friend. Damon Salvatore gave off an erratic and often dangerous aura, but underneath that, there was a begrudging kindness and an even more begrudging sense of empathy. Kol Mikaelson was a different story. He radiated power in every idle movement, the kind of power that made Damon's worst day seem like a teenager with a spitball gun. Everything about him was effortless and yet very deliberate. With young, innocent features and a voice so smooth and pleasant she had to fight to keep herself from being lulled into a hypnotic trance, it was like he could compel her without even trying - vervain or no.
"You can't find whatever is missing on your own?" She asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
Kol snarled. Liz had seen mountain lions bear their teeth - the sight looked a little something like that. "Do you really think I would be here if that were the case?"
"I suppose not." She exhaled evenly. "Mr. Mikaelson-"
"Kol." His lips twitched up. "I'm not my stuffy brother, first names will do nicely."
Liz clenched her fists beneath her desk.
"Kol," She amended. "I'm afraid I won't be able to help you if this is a matter of an... exotic variety." The walls of the Sheriff's office were by no means sound proof and not everyone on the force was in on the secret.
"Not to worry, Lizzie. The perpetrators of this crime are all perfectly ordinary." His pleasant smile was definitely forced.
Kol did not like that.
What human in their right mind would be shit-faced stupid enough to steal from an original vampire? Liz figured her extraordinary client probably wondered the same thing.
"I see." Sheriff Forbes retrieved a notebook from her desk drawer and picked up her pen. Perhaps she could ease her nerves in the routine that was this part of her job. She took down his name and beneath it wrote theft. "How long ago was the object taken?" She asked.
"Person," He corrected casually.
"Come again?"
"Not object - person," Kol repeated. "She was taken four days ago."
Liz closed her eyes and sighed. "So you're saying this was a kidnapping?"
"Yes."
"Then why not just say that?" She huffed.
Kol shrugged. "I don't particularly see a difference."
Liz had to resist the temptation to roll her eyes. She scratched out theft and wrote kidnapping next to the date he'd described. "Victim's last name?" She prompted.
"Y/L/N."
She stilled, hoping she was wrong. "First name?"
"I think you know."
Liz looked up and found herself staring into the abyss. The true faces of the vampires she'd seen starred in some of her worst nightmares, but it was a phenomenon she'd only ever caught in brief glimpses. She had never been so close to it nor seen those chilling black eyes on an expression so calm. Although, Kol's grip on that armrest looked pretty violent.
The Sheriff swallowed thickly. "Do you... Do you know for sure who's taken her?"
"I have a pretty good idea," He hissed, deadly fangs on full display. "Tell me where your precious Council took her."
Liz Forbes laid a hand to her gun and spoke calmly. "Kol, I had nothing to do with this."
"Oh, I know that." He leaned back. Another flash of teeth. "Hence, why you're not dead. Tell me what you do know, and you'll remain as such."
She didn't trust him to keep his word but to disobey the request would be suicide. "I don't know where they are, I can only tell you where they might be," Liz said. He waited. "If I had to guess, the old celler under Town Hall would be the first place I'd look. Nobody goes down there and the door's got a trick lock. It's not strong enough to hold a-" She caught herself. "-someone with a little extra punch, but I think it would serve to hold your average high school graduate."
The monster in a young boy's skin nodded sharply and stood. He didn't offer a word of gratitude as he moved to the door.
Sheriff Forbes stood. "Kol?"
He stopped, though he didn't turn back.
"Don't ask me to spare them," He growled. She hadn't noticed it before, but every muscle in his body was tense. His hands were shaking.
"I wasn't." No, she valued her life far too much to do that.
"Then what?" The monster snapped, impatient.
Liz couldn't pretend to understand what the missing girl saw in him, but there was something beneath that inhumane exterior. Perhaps she'd caught a glimpse of it in that ragged desperation she'd seen when he walked through her door - the sort of anger she'd just witnessed doesn't come about without first stemming from some sort of tenderness.
"I was just gonna warn you to expect an ambush," Sheriff Forbes sighed. "It appears some of my deputies think themselves above answering to the law."
Kol Mikaelson hummed and turned back to her with the most horrifying smirk she'd ever seen. "Rest assured, Miss. Forbes... They will answer to me."
***
Four days.
You had been down there for four days.
No food.
No sunlight.
Only a few sips of water each day.
You were so cold. Temperatures in the cellar dropped below freezing at night and weren't much better during the day - you knew because your only entertainment while trapped in this nightmare had been watching the same puddle of water on the ground freeze and thaw over and over. More than once you'd thought you would freeze with it - that you would fall asleep, feeling as warm as the Little Match Girl, and never wake up. The air down there was wet and smelled of mildew. Pneumonia seemed a guarantee in your future.
You were so cold, and tired.
How could you sleep in this frigid prison? You were handcuffed to a steel chair, for crying out loud! Your tailbone and thighs were so sore you didn't think you would ever be able to sit down again, and your wrists were so raw from the edges of the cuffs that every time you shifted, the metal drew blood. One wrong move and you could slit your wrists. Not to mention your kidnappers had done you the favor of forcing a gag into your mouth and it had dried your tongue and throat beyond belief. Trying to swallow felt like eating sandpaper with a side of mulch. How could you sleep like that? Both the cuffs and the chair, you recognized. They were from the police station. Sheriff Forbes couldn't have been in on this - that you were sure of. But it seemed that protecting the innocent wasn't what the rest of your hometown's police force was committed to. How could you sleep knowing the town you'd grown up in had turned its back on you?
You were so cold, tired, and hungry.
The last thing you'd eaten was a plate of the Grill's soggy nachos. As far as last meals go, that seemed like a pretty pathetic one to go out on. Sometimes you thought you could still taste the cheese but you were pretty sure you were hallucinating it. Can one's taste buds have hallucinations? You didn't know and you didn't really care. You were so hungry you'd knowingly have eaten poison if it were offered to you. If this were anything like how Kol felt on a daily basis, you couldn't blame him for giving in to temptation. You only wished you could turn off the pain as he could.
You were so cold, and tired, and hungry. And terrified out of your mind.
You'd probably dreamt of Kol coming to rescue you a thousand times, all without ever falling asleep. Yet, every time you opened your eyes, he wasn't there and you were alone. Completely alone. But he would come. You believed that. You had to believe that.
So when the gate to your prison opened and Council members started streaming through, armed with a semi-auto each, you knew you might finally be getting out of there. The iron door dragged on hinges that screeched loud enough to tear holes in your eardrums after four days of nothing but your own hysterics for auditory stimulus and the dim light of the hallway bleached your retinas having spent all that time in the dark.
"The plan's in motion," Oliver Fell-blanc said as he descended the steps, carrying a fireman's axe in his hands. He was Meredith Fell's cousin and the last one to arrive. "It's coming for her."
You nearly cried tears of joy when you heard those words. You probably would've had you been entirely convinced that this was real. None of your other fantasies had begun this way, but that didn't mean much at this point.
"How long do we have?" That sounded like Carter Hamilton's wife. You couldn't remember her name.
"I'd say about three minutes," Oliver answered. You remembered a time when the most nefarious thing that guy would do was commandeer the music at the Lockwood parties. He'd been the one to kidnap you. "If anyone here isn't committed to doing what needs to be done, this is your last chance to chicken out."
"You're sure these bullets can keep it down long enough for you to chop off the head?" Another man asked. That was Wyatt Maxwell. He used to babysit you and your brother when he was in high school. He always read bedtime stories to you and let you have two desserts on Friday nights. You hardly recognized him now. What had become of these people?
"They're laced with vervain. It'll stop the wounds from healing," Hamilton's wife stated confidently.
"Yeah, but will it be enough?" Wyatt pressed.
"Probably." Oliver grinned darkly. "But if it's not, we can always fill that thing with enough holes to make swiss cheese jealous."
The others laughed at that and something inside you shriveled.
"What you should really be worried about is whether Ollie is actually strong enough to swing that axe," Carter Hamilton added, smirking.
"Oh, I'm strong enough, old man." Oliver laughed. "I'm just disappointed I won't be able to hang that creature's head on my wall once this is over with. Hey, wait! Maybe I can pull it out around Halloween! Bet it would scare the pants off some kids!"
"Do whatever you want, man. Hell - use it as a paper weight for all I care. Just as long as you keep it far, far away from the body and me," Wyatt huffed.
So this was why you were here. Their plan for you hadn't changed, you realized. They had just changed your role in it. This was a trap and you were the bait.
Tears welled in your eyes and you clenched your teeth, biting down even harder on the gag in your mouth. You wanted to scream and cry and throw something at this disgusting man, but you were so tired and weak and your throat felt like a desert.
"You bastards," You rasped through the gag. "You're all hateful bastards!"
It mostly just sounded like a series of muffled coughs, but it was enough to draw their attention. The friendly expressions on the faces of the council melted away as they turned their focus on you. There were sixteen of them in total. Sixteen council members, fifteen guns, fifteen rounds per gun. You did the math. They had two hundred and twenty-five vervain-laced bullets. How many could Kol take and still get back up?
"Awww," Oliver sneered. "Is somebody gonna miss her special leech?"
"Don't you touch him!" You cried. "He hasn't done a thing to you! Don't you touch him!"
"What's that? I can't quite hear you. Can you speak up, sweetheart?" He taunted, putting a hand to his ear.
"I hate you." His mocking expression made you want to strangle him but all you could do was cough. "I hate all of you!"
"Nope, still can't hear her." Oliver shrugged and turned back to the other extremists. "You know, the mayor and Sheriff Forbes think the kids in this town are too young to know the truth. Well, I say different!" He pointed an accusing finger in your direction. "You see what happens when kids aren't taught what's right? I say these kids deserve to know about what they're up against! I think we need to make it clear to them what they can and cannot do in this town, and I say we start by making this one an example! This is what you get when you sleep with a bloodsucker!"
The others cheered for his little speech and you couldn't help fearing for your sweet little brother. What would become of him if they got their way? Oliver turned back to you, scowling as he knelt down by your side. You flinched away from him but he snatched a handful of your hair and forced your gaze into the direction of the door.
"You know, sweetheart, you're gonna be that last thing that bloodsucker sees after it walks through that door." He said. "You always did lack conviction, but I'm sure it's gonna suck to live knowing that what happens here today was entirely your fault. I just hope it teaches you better than to be a miserable, kinky, whore."
He kicked your chair and ordered the extremists to take up their positions around the room, calling for total silence. Their heartbeats would be covered by the racket made by the old A/C unit upstairs and they spread out so Kol wouldn't be able to take them all out at once.
All you could do was sit there and curse your ancestors.
It wasn't after too much longer, that you heard footsteps on their way down to the basement. You heard Kol's voice calling your name.
You took a breath.
"Don't come down here!" You screamed as loud as you could. You tried to speak from the back of your throat so the words wouldn't be as muffled through the gag, though you didn't think it did much. "Don't come down here! It's a trap! They have guns! Don't come down!"
Kol didn't listen.
He appeared in the doorway with a relieved smile and started towards you.
"Watch out!"
The Council members opened fire. Fifteen sets of gunshots rang out all at once, echoing around the cavernous stone space and through your brain. It was so loud, too loud. Warmth pooled in your ears and you felt them begin to bleed. Gunshots kept going off but the sounds grew dimmer and dimmer, further and further away. But you weren't concerned about yourself.
Most of the bullets found their mark. Some hit Kol in the chest, others in the stomach, shoulders, and back. He stumbled backward and you watched more than heard him gasp in pain. His eyes were wide as the gunshots finally stopped. He looked down at his chest, almost confused, and then back up to you. The boy coughed and blood spilled from between his lips. Then he fell to his knees, swayed, and collapsed sideways onto the ground.
You screamed again.
Someone asked a question but it was drowned by the ringing in your ears. Another voice shouted something.
Oliver stepped forward, axe in hand, grinning like a maniac. He raised the weapon over his head and you couldn't bear to watch. You squeezed your eyes shut.
Blood, hot and thick, sprayed across your face.
This time, you didn't scream.
But everyone else in the room did.
Your eyes snapped open and in front of you stood Kol; he was holding Oliver's axe. Beside him, sprawled on the polished marble floor, was Oliver's headless corpse. The missing part rolled across the floor to your right. When it came to a stop, its inanimate eyes were wide open. They landed on you.
You shrieked.
After all, you'd seen death before in photos. But this was all too real.
"Hey. Hey!" The words were muffled and dull. "Y/N, look at me! Look at me, darling." You couldn't tear your eyes away from the disembodied head. A gentle hand touched your cheek, guiding you to look into a pair of chocolate eyes. "There. That's it, see? You're alright, Y/N/N. It's alright. This will all be over soon," Kol promised.
On your left, Wyatt raised his gun again. Kol scowled and turned away from you. He spoke, but you couldn't quite pick out what was said as he twirled the axe around and around his hand. The boy shrugged once. Then, moving in a blur, he stood beside Wyatt - axe raised to his throat.
"I SAID DROP THEM!" He roared.
The council members all dropped their guns. In the next second, Kol had swept around the room and gathered all the cast-off weapons before reappearing at the top of the stairs where he left them. He strolled back into the room and pulled the iron door shut with a bang. You watched him weave the steel handle of the fireman's axe through the bars in the door before bending it around the lock.
No one was getting out of this room without his say-so.
Kol returned to you and knelt down, effortlessly snapping the cuffs around your ankles that kept you trapped in that chair, followed by the restraints on your wrists. No longer held against the back of the chair by the cuffs, your body slumped forward, too weak to remain upright. Kol caught you, guiding you down to sit on the floor between his legs with your back leaning against his chest. He tugged the gag from your mouth next, though he didn't bother to untie it completely.
Your ears were ringing and they hurt but Kol was warm and you were a lot more comfortable than you had been. You were so tired, your eyes and limbs felt heavy. Kol would keep you safe. You could fall asleep here.
"No! No, no, darling! Wake up!" He shook you and you groaned. His voice was blurry. You were tired. "Don't go to sleep, love. Not yet! Open your eyes!"
Knowing him, he probably wouldn't leave you alone about it. Probably best to see what he wanted. You forced your eyes open and let your head roll back. Kol's fangs extended and he bit his wrist, then held it out in front of you. That was gross.
You grimaced. "Ew."
"Just drink it," He demanded. You shook your head. "Come on, darling. Please? It'll make you feel better, just drink it."
"No," You groaned. Kol sighed and forced his wrist between your lips anyway. His blood flowed into your mouth and you gaged, squirming in his hold. You thought you'd been desperate enough to swallow anything but apparently, your body still had standards. You whimpered and tried to get away, but the boy's arm around your waist might as well have been a steel bar.
Kol shushed your protests, rocking back and forth in an attempt to comfort you.
"I know, darling. I know you don't want to swallow it, but you have too. It'll make you feel better, I promise. Just swallow it." His voice was sweet and soothing and you were far too tired to fight anymore. You stopped struggling and did as you were told.
Blood, you discovered, tasted just about as nasty as you thought it would. The stuff was hot and thick and it tasted like pennies...
Until it didn't.
You swallowed just a little bit and then a little bit more and suddenly it wasn't so bad. The coppery taste turned sort of sweet, and then very sweet, and then excellent. The pain and ringing in your ears faded and you felt strangely warm.
Kol was talking to you, muttering soft encouragements into your ear. "That's it, yes that's it. That's a good girl. Drink up, my sweet. See, it's not so bad, is it? You're alright now. Just a little more." The pain and sickness faded away. You felt warm, and stronger now - not as strong as you were normally, but strong enough to sit and stand on your own. After a few more moments, Kol pressed a kiss to your temple and pulled his wrist away. You almost made a move to take it back, but he grabbed your hands gently. "Sorry, love. You can have more later, if you still want it, but too much now will make you sick."
You did want more because if anything, you felt more hungry now than you did before and you were more than a little disturbed by that, but you nodded anyway, licking the excess from your lips. "Okay."
"Good," He said. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent. "Can you stay right here for me, sweet-thing? I have to finish this."
You frowned but didn't move. What was he talking about? What was there to finish?
Kol got up and cast his eyes around the room.
"Now, what am I going to do about you lot?" He wondered, lips twisting into a vindictive smirk. He gestured toward you. "She wants me to let all of you live, but I'm afraid I just can't do that. See, I do have a reputation to uphold and it so happens that I've slaughtered entire towns for a lot less than what you've done here. I think you all know the extent of your guilt, but why don't we recap just for fun, eh?"
"Alright, let's see..." He started counting off on his fingers.
"You've broken the treaty which you made and signed... plotted against my family... kidnapped the only person in your midst who might have gifted you some mercy... and then you just tried to kill me. I think I'll have to give you a B+ on that last one - not the best or most creative attempt I've seen, though I can give you high marks for enthusiasm." He sighed, shrugging his shoulders in an exaggerated movement.
"Unfortunately, that's four strikes against you and the rules clearly say that it's three strikes and you're out."
Kol grinned and you knew you weren't going to like whatever was coming next.
"So, here's what we're going to do. We're going to play a little game."
From inside his jacket pocket, Kol drew forth a pearl-handled pistol. It was intricate - pretty. But that couldn't disguise its true purpose. It was a gun. It was made to kill things.
"I'm assuming you all know what this is?" He said, raising the piece for all sixteen - fifteen - Council members to see. A few of them nodded, eyes flickering with barely concealed horror. Kol watched them and his tongue darted out to wet his lips in a way that belied excitement. He continued. "Now, contained within this... quaint little trinket is exactly one bullet. It's not wooden - just plain old lead - and one of you is going to be the lucky winner who gets to fire it into their skull!"
"No..." Your breath caught in your throat and something in your stomach twisted violently. This was wrong. This was horrid and vile and you felt sick. You shook your head, struggling to stand on legs that hadn't seen use in days. "No. No, no, no. Kol, don't-"
He cut you off with a hum and a finger raised in your direction, his expression grim. He'd never looked at you that way. Anyone else, yes. But never, ever, you. Those eyes sent a blast of liquid nitrogen through your veins. You froze in your tracks. His eyes slid back to the fifteen others.
"Say, where was I again?" He mused, scratching the back of his head with the barrel of that very loaded gun. The boy grinned. "Ah, that's right - suicide. Quite poetic, don't you think? Only fitting for what you've done. Anyway, over the course of the next few minutes, I'm going to eat the rest of you - all but one." Someone screamed - a woman, probably married into this insanity, just going along with her lover's fear. Kol gasped mockingly and turned her with a cruel smirk, stalking closer.
"It'll be a slow, painful, and graphic death, I assure you." He spoke so softly, so soothingly. "You'll die screaming and begging. But-" He paused, drinking in their rapt, horrified attention. "-There is a way out..."
Please, please, please don't do this. Just walk away, you pleaded silently. He didn't stop.
"The bullet in this chamber is your only escape. If you want to die peacefully, painlessly, and instantly... then you're going to have to fight each other for it."
The vampire grinned pleasantly and, with a flick of his wrist, slid the weapon across the marbled floor where it skidded to a stop in the middle of the room.
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
You were shaking. No, no, no... Anything but this.
"Go on then, you savage animals..." Kol entreated, spreading his hands. "Entertain me."
This was wrong. You couldn't just stand here!
"Kol, no!" You rasped. He whipped around, glaring at you with eyes like smoldering ice. This wasn't your friend. You didn't know what he was. "What are you doing?"
He ground his teeth. "Getting retribution, darling," He snarled, lips curling. It was the expression of a predator. "I think it's best you stay quiet and not get involved with this."
You ignored him. "Kol, you can't! This isn't right and you know it!"
"I can do whatever I wish," He snapped. "I've already stayed my hand far too long on your account. It's time the cattle be put back in their place."
His words were shards of glass permeating your heart and you could feel them with every beat.
You clenched your jaw and stood your ground. "So is that all I am to you?"
His expression softened just the slightest fraction - not enough for anyone else to notice, but you knew him. He didn't break your gaze as he drew a deep breath and his mouth pressed into a thin line. "Just... stay still," He ordered. "Please don't test my patience."
"What?" Who the hell did he think he was talking to? "Kol, snap out of this! It's me!"
His hands curled into fists, knuckles white. "You need to stop talking."
"Or what?" You challenged, blinking back the sting of your tears. "You'll hurt me?"
"I don't want to," He said, narrowing his eyes. "But I'm one step short of ravenous at the moment, not to mention royally irritated, and highly likely to do something I'll regret. This is a warning - don't push it."
That wasn't a warning. That was a threat.
You shook your head, lips pressed into a thin line. "I trusted you," You hissed. "I gave up everything for you. How dare you talk to me like that?"
Kol sighed.
Then he was standing directly in front of you. Faster than lightning, his hand shot out and wrapped around the base of your throat. His other hand grasped your hip and then the cool stone wall of the cellar was pressed against your back. You gasped and coughed, reaching up to claw his hand off your airway. He was choking you! You were choking! You were-
Wait...
No, you weren't choking. Kol wasn't hurting you, he was holding your neck. There was no pressure being applied.
You looked up, into his eyes. They weren't cold at all. They were flooded with too many emotions to name, roiling and frothing like a forest of reeds in a windstorm. Blackness ebbed and flowed in them, clashing like well-matched opponents. You recognized them both - the sweet boy you knew, and the monster inside him grappled in front of you, fighting for control. He was fighting. Kol was trying.
You reached up to touch his cheek. "Kol, please?"
For a split second, you caught sight of him. Your Kol - the boy you'd given everything to, the boy you lo-, the one who cared about you - for a moment, he surfaced. He fought off the beast inside him and his eyes, free of bloodlust, met yours with a pleading. Kol's hands shifted. Taking a gentle grasp of your wrists, he pinned them up against the wall behind you. Then he surged forward and captured your mouth with his. Pressing his whole body against yours, he licked at the seam of your lips in a kiss so soft and ardent it could only mean "I'm sorry."
He hesitated to pull away. "Please," He whispered against your lips. "Please don't hate me for this?"
If there was ever a time to admit what you'd been ignoring for months - this was it. If there was ever a time to spit the words that flickered like flames in your chest every time he kissed you - it was now. If there was ever a time to say I love you-
You opened your mouth.
Kol ripped the gag off your neck and, with eyes full of misery, forced it between your lips again, tying it up tight behind your head. Your eyes flew wide and you screamed against the fabric, but he just stepped back. Blackness filled Kol's eyes once more and he turned away from you.
The gun remained on the cold marble floor - pristine and untouched. He gestured toward it, humming.
"No takers then, I see? Funny, I even gave you a head start." He shrugged. "Well, no matter. More for me, I suppose!"
The name of Carter Hamilton's wife, you remembered, was Eliza.
Kol went for her first.
He grabbed her by the hair, twisting, and tore his dagger-like teeth into her slim throat. You shrieked and sobbed against the gag but the monster wouldn't stop. He didn't just bite her - he ripped her flesh apart and he did it right in front of her husband. Eliza's corpse landed in a very lifeless heap when he finally wrenched his teeth from her mutilated neck. You could see her spine amidst the carnage and it was just like those pictures you'd never wanted to see again.
No one in the room moved.
"Little sour that one," He observed, looking Carter in the eyes as he licked his wife's blood from his fingers. "Your turn."
When Kol sank his teeth into his next victim, you screamed again. Tears streamed down your face as, in a state of chilled, suspended horror, you witnessed the other Council members play Kol's game. All twelve of them made a break for the gun on the floor, fighting over it like the savage animals he'd claimed they were. They scrabbled and kicked, scraping at eyes and twisting back limbs as they brutalized one another, seeking a chance to kill themselves.
You couldn't watch.
Curling yourself up against the wall, you squeezed your eyes shut, wishing the stone would just swallow you whole. You could cover your ears but you couldn't block out the screams as Kol feasted.
There was no use in screaming, but you just wanted this butchery to stop. You just wanted the monster under Kol's skin to release the boy you'd fallen for. You just wanted him to come back to you. The boy who'd kissed you so softly mere moments before wasn't - couldn't - be this appalling monster, bathed in red.
But he was.
Your parents hadn't been right about him, but they hadn't been wrong either. He liked the killing and he liked the death and that wasn't going to change just because you let him kiss you. It wasn't his fault. This had been made of him and Kol couldn't change his nature. Yet no matter how hard you wished it, he would never need you more than he needed the slaughter. He wasn't going to change just because you asked.
But you were scared and hungry, and cold, and terrified, so that was all you could really do. Ask. So for each lifeless shell that hit the ground, a slurry of jumbled pleas spewed from your lips.
Thirteen
"Kol, please stop? I wanna go home now," You muttered to yourself, scraping at the stone wall as if you might crawl inside.
Twelve
"I don't wanna be here. I don't wanna see any of this. Kol, please stop? Just stop an-and we can leave? We can run away - we can go anywhere you want. Kol, please?"
Eleven
"Please. Please, just stop? You don't have to. I know you can't help it. If you're hungry, I -I trust you. Please, just let them go?"
Ten
A Gunshot - Nine.
Eight
"Kol, I'm scared. You're scaring me. Please stop, you're scaring me."
Seven
"Kol, you're breaking your promise. You promised me - you said I didn't have to be afraid of you. Please, stop breaking your promise?"
Six
"I love you, Kol. Please stop?"
And, like the flip of a switch, the killing ceased.
You couldn't move - couldn't stop babbling. It was as if every muscle in your body was frozen except for your tongue.
"I love you, Kol Mikaelson," You wept quietly against the gag in your mouth. The words would have been muffled beyond recognition to anyone else, but not to him. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. Please, stop so I can tell you for real?"
The basement was silent for a moment. Then that boy's voice pierced through the low light.
"You love me?" The question was so soft you were sure you'd imagined it.
Your throat felt like sandpaper and you couldn't stop shaking, but perhaps you could pretend like the monster wasn't here, so you nodded anyway, too tired to keep talking through the fabric in your mouth. Footsteps approached slowly and someone knelt down in front of you. It was probably the monster wearing his skin, but you could pretend it wasn't. He reached around your head and untied the knot, lifting the course material away from your face. You gasped, desperate for a real lungful of air as your whole body shook from fear and exhaustion.
"Say that again," He said. It wasn't an order but it wasn't exactly a request either. Your throat felt like sandpaper and you couldn't stop shaking, but you spoke through it.
"I love you Kol Mikaelson."
Kol's breath hitched, though he tried not to let it show. He brushed the back of his fingers along your forearm. His hand was too warm - something like ninety-eight degrees - but at least it wasn't slick with blood. At least he'd tried to wipe it off, which you appreciated even though you flinched away.
He sighed heavily. It sounded broken.
"You really shouldn't," He said eventually.
"I know," You whispered. You shook your head and shrugged haplessly. "I know, but I can't help it."
"Darling..." His voice entreated, warm and soft like honey and silk. "Y/N, can you look at me?"
Regaining your breath, or at least some of it, you shook your head, pushing yourself impossibly closer to the wall. "I miss you."
"I'm right here," He said soothingly. You were grateful he didn't try to touch you again. "Darling, I'm right here."
"You're here, but you're not mine," You replied. "You hate them too much."
He didn't deny it. No, he didn't deny it because he promised he'd never lie to you. His breaths were deep but he couldn't hold onto them for long. Perhaps, his chest - like yours - hurt too much when he tried. "I can't fix this, can I?" He spoke softly though there was still something bitter in it. It was enough to make you flinch again when he rested his hand on your knee, but this time he didn't draw away. You relaxed as much as you could.
"No." You answered. He cursed quietly and traced invisible patterns onto your jeans and his voice sounded like what tornados leave behind - like devastation.
"Have I broken you?"
There. There was the sweet boy you'd fallen in love with. No trace of the monster now. You looked up, studying his face. He should have looked more like a monster. After all, Kol was drenched in crimson - his mouth most especially. Yet, oddly enough, the sight didn't twist your stomach. You supposed you couldn't feel any more ill than you did already, but that wasn't really it.
He hesitated to lift his head - hesitated to meet your gaze, but when he did, you saw longing and sorrow. That boy's eyes simply weren't those of a monster.
A smile, thin as a crumpled note, found its way to your lips. "Yes," You told him. "You've broken me."
But, damn it all - you didn't want it to end like this.
As awful as it was, as twisted as it deemed your soul - you still loved him. It wasn't something you could just turn off. You loved the boy who laughed at your jokes and braided your hair when you asked. You loved the boy who took you to mountain tops for coffee and twirled you around the living room for absolutely no reason at all. You adored the boy who watched classic movies with you, even though he always ended up watching your face instead of the screen. You cherished the boy who bought you ice cream when you were sad and took you on late-night walks when you couldn't sleep - who told you stories when you didn't want to. You loved the boy who kissed and held you so gently every night because he cared enough to do so.
Now, here that boy knelt in front of you, having massacred people you'd known all your life, yet still, you could not hate him. It wasn't his fault he'd been made into this. So, perhaps it made you downright evil, but you could love a bloodthirsty monster if it meant keeping the rest of him.
After all, this just wasn't his fault.
And you realized then, that it wasn't yours either. It couldn't be, because you hadn't done anything wrong. Refusing to hate or hunt the supernatural wasn't wrong. Choosing the life you wanted wasn't wrong. Agreeing to go on a date with Kol - falling in love with him despite it all - none of that was wrong!
Yet, every single human in that damp, frigid seller had chosen to be there. You had done nothing wrong, and yet they still chose to hurt you. They had no excuse - no curse inflicting a hunger they couldn't control. They were just bad, hateful people who had no real reason to be that way.
That made each one of them more vile a monster than Kol could ever be.
Kol bowed his head, hiding his face from you but his shoulders shook. You didn't want it to end this way.
You placed your hand over the one he'd rested on your knee and guided him to move it higher, onto your thigh. Kol froze and lifted his head, eyeing you with curiosity far too weary to be labeled as hope.
"You've broken me," You repeated. Your chest didn't hurt when you drew in another breath. You felt certain of this somehow. "But I still love you... and I think that maybe sometimes we need to break things to make sure we fixed all the cracks."
Kol's eyes were rimmed with red, but not the frightening kind. He looked away, blinking rapidly as he distracted himself by trying to wipe the blood from his lips. His sleeve turned red. You'd have to make sure he bought a new one.
Finally, he met your eyes again. "I didn't mean for this to happen," He apologized. The regret in his tone was as thick as blood. "I wasn't thinking. I just- I needed to hurt them and I never meant for you to be there when I did. I should be able to control this by now. I-I thought I could, but I don't care about anyone as much as I care about you and I just wasn't expecting to hate them so much once I saw what they did." He shook his head, blinking rapidly. "But I never meant to hurt you, and I don't want you to be afraid of me. It was supposed to be everyone else, you see? Everyone but you."
You nodded. "I think I can forgive you."
He smiled but it really wasn't happy. "It would be better if you didn't," He said. "I'm not good for you, darling," His voice was surprisingly even.
"I know."
"I'm not human. I'm not good for anyone. I'm nothing you deserve. "
You shook your head. "I don't care." You realized it as you said it and it was an awful thing to say, but that couldn't make it any less true. "I don't care about the things you're not because I've already got my hands full with all that you are."
"I am a bit of a handful, aren't I?" He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah." You shrugged. "But you're my handful."
"Your handful." His chocolate eyes twinkled with something very, very happy. You'd never seen it so clearly in him. Hope. He moved in closer and leaned in to rest his forehead against yours, lightly brushing noses in that familiar Inuit Kiss. "Would you be frightened if I said I love you?"
"Do you?"
He smirked. "How about I take you home and show you?" Kol purred. His eyes flicked down to where his hand rested on your leg and then back up. He hesitated for a moment before tentatively squeezing your thigh. Your eyes fluttered shut. Perhaps you should have been more worried after everything you'd just seen him do, but you weren't. You couldn't help but love the way he touched you. For hands that maimed and tortured were gentle just for you.
In spite of everything you'd been through - the exhaustion, the starvation, and the sheer freaking horror show you'd just witnessed - you couldn't help but laugh. "Kol, sweetheart... I really don't think now's the time!"
"Oh, please! I'm kidding!"
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#my name is cas and i write stuff#fanfic#fluff#klaus mikaelson#the originals#elijah mikaelson#rebekah mikaelson#kol mikaelson x reader#the vampire diaries#tvd fanfiction#tvd fanfic#mystic falls#enemies to friends to lovers#enemies to lovers#angst and fluff#fluffy#fluffy fluff#tooth rotting fluff#kol mikaelson fanfiction#kol x reader#kol mikaelson fan fiction#reader insert#the originals fan fiction#the originals fanfiction#tvdu#tvd fan fic#kol mikaelson#kol mikaelson imagine#tvd#angst/comfort
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Funny enough, I never drew or finished reference sheets for RitsuSho and TeruMob. Mostly because I don't believe that Teru can have just one look, his iconic fashion sense haunts me in my sleep /pos. The same goes to Mob. And for Ritsu and Shou… They are iconic, I just always remember how they look like.
This was drawn in November 2022 just for the sake of comparison, here's more recent Ritsu and Shou drawings. Shou is from an unfinished December piece, and Ritsu is drawn 20 days later.
This is still from November, both Kageyama brothers look a lot differently than something I would draw today.
Okay, anyway, time for the funnies.
I was obsessed with Shou for a time, autism served. Okay, back to the funnies. I made a Spotify playlist for him, I could post it with my other three playlists if someone's interested. (There's ageswap Mob, Teru and ironically TouRei. Bro I have zero idea how I got into TouRei myself frfr)
Honestly, I don't want to talk about Shou`s backstory because it's too heavy for a silly little Tumblr post. I ultimately decided to not talk about it here and keep it short without any upsetting detail. If anyone curious and would be interested I could talk about it in full later, my ask box is always open for questions.
The gist of it is that Shou wasn't present most of Toichiro's childhood for the reasons outside his control, Toichiro's mother wasn't the best to put it politely, so his perception of himself is really warped. That led to the creation of Ultimate 5 and “Claw”. Because of Toichiro, Serizawa and Reigen going to the same school, World Domination Arc was started because of Reigen. Then Toichiro started destroying the school Ritsu (if you couldn't tell by his clothes he's a math teacher in Salt middle school) got involved and because of that both Shigeo and Shou too. After the World Domination arc, Shou becomes Toichiros new legal guardian and Toichiro himself is homeschooled.
The amount of lore for this one joke picture is ridiculous. But Shou and Teru friendship is what I need, it's what I breathe. I love them.
Oh, right, I forgor that I mostly labeled these things in Ukrainian.
So Ritsu says “FUUUCK” but spelled in Ukrainian, then there's “Smoking Kills” and “He ran with them once and that was enough”
Shou, Shigeo, Teru, Onigiwara and Gouda run in the morning together.
That's just Halloween in Ukrainian. Shou served, I mean they all did, I really love them all. I forgot to mention in my previous ageswap post, but Mogami is still alive… He is still alive. Also, I love to think that Wawa is a Miku fan, he just seems like one, right?
I'm not happy with how Teru turned out, I'm neutral about Shigeo, but Shou. He was made for 2000 mom look, oh my god. They're so silly.
I think this is a good place to end it on a positive note. I drew this exactly on his birthday, but I intended to finish it later. Not only that, but I also drew something for Toichiros birthday, but that even less finished. Really like how this came out.
Thank you for reading!
#my artwork#mob psycho 100#mp100 au#mp100 ageswap#suzuki shou#shou suzuki#suzuki toichiro#suzuki touichirou#mp100 toichiro#kageyama ritsu#ritsushou#mob kageyama#kageyama shigeo#shigeo kageyama#mob psycho shigeo#mp100 hanazawa#hanazawa teruki#teruki hanazawa#terumob#reigen arataka#serizawa katsuya#mogami keiji#I wrote this post for 6 hours#my autism is exhausted#autistic mob psycho#there's no such thing as neurotypical character in mob psycho 100#I hope you're enjoying this
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stupid headcanons no one asked for and make 0 sense
me and my friend enjoy in making the most shit headcanons to exist so i'm gonna share some of them bc why the fuck not?
princess kenny is an amazon box
kyle only knows how to play football because of how much he kicks Ike
cartman vibes to this video: https://youtu.be/PDJLvF1dUek?list=RDgBpdSlgR5qM (thats not mine btw)
butters has a MLP figure he literally sleeps with and treats it like his own child
everyone is sort of worried about butters obsession to that toy
the plural of kenny is in fact not kennies, but kennys
kyle not only kicks babies, but he also throws them
butters genuineley thinks the rickroll is a banger
kenny and cartman have the weirdest fucking pinterest feed *cough* maid catboys, shitty t-shirts, those random-ass pictures with text over them, like memes kinda but not with a very specific color text and font, the most random stickers and flags like bibble idk they really like bibble though also this totallyyyy isn't inspired by my feed *cough*
stan dedicates his LIFE to minecraft parkour. i'm talking watching those low guality parkour things with screenshits from the interent and he is a GOD at hypixel housing parkour (i came up with this because i have hypixel parkour open rn)
kenny is #1 lemon demon fan. i will NEVER change my mind about this.
craig literally sleeps with a fucking metal pipe.
instead of warming glasses of milk by pouring milk into a cup and microwaving the cup, he literally puts the whole fucking CARTON IN THE MICROWAVE AND THEN PUTS IT IN A CUP
instead of repenting your sins, cartman repeats his sins ( i just really needed to say that phrase today)
kyle is so weezer coded
stan's the type of mf to say "chat" instead of "guys"
anytime someone makes a dirty joke butters just akwardly smiles politely bc he doesn't get it but he's too embarrassed to ask what it meant
i found a picture this is exactly cartman and kenny's feed:
(that was my first screenshot since cleanig my files out other then the random bunny thing i drew in class cuz i was fucking boerd and had no idea what was going on)
stuart, randy, gerald, and steven (or whatever the fuck their name is) are literally besties but HERE ME OUT
randy and gerald are the silly besties like kyle and stan BUT stuart and steven (what the fuck is that man's name) are ALSO besties BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE IN TFBW IN THE STRIP CLUB THEIR WATCHING LADIES DANCE TOGETHER AND THEIR GETTING DRUNK TOGETHER THEIR LITERALLY BEsTIES OMG
craig has flying powers
butters thinks skibidi toilet is peak comedy and that is why everyone hates him (except for literally like 2 people)
why the fuck is his name dougie
FUCKING HOW IS CARTMAN EVEN CAPABLE OF HAVING CLOSE FRIENDSHIPS AND BUTTERS DESERVES BETTER
"life goes onyonyonyonyonyonyonyon" is literally cartman's theme song after trying to kill everyone with some shitty plan he got from watching Megamind or something
kyle literally has trauma from burgers he will NOT eat any burger if you paid him fucking 56,000,000 bucks
kyle is so an elephant he's literally an elephant that's his spirit animal
tweek is literally a turtle idk how i can't describe the vibe but he is ik he's SO not a turtle but he just... idk he is
kenny is a fucking rat i literally have art of me bullying him and calling him a rat
butters is either a bunny or a cat of a duck he's just silly like that
cartman isn't a duck he's a goddamn angry goose
stan is a bear or like a giraffe or something idk ik he's the main character but i don't think about him that much for me
butters is literally in choir guys
HOLY SHIT STAN'S AN ORANGE CAT
craig is the most beaustiful majestic dragon to ever exist
craig's literally my favorite character if you couldn't tell
kenny is too scared to eat cheetos so he eats takis instead
literally everyone loves megamind
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Kenny x reader(g/n)
Guess what pookies you should follow me since you're hot:)
Anyways enjoy this bbg it was made with love 💗
You and Kenny were asleep in his bed and you heard his parents fighting again you woke up out fright and felt for Kenny since it's in the middle of the night . You couldn't seem to find him so you start panicking a little until you hear the door creak open from Kenny holding Karen while he opens the door with his footsies 🤭.
You sign out of relief knowing him and Karen were fine. Kenny greeted you with a peck of the cheek as you gave hime a comforting smile. He sat Karen down on his bed and he placed her in-between you and him . You guys drifted off to sleep . Then you wake up again because Kenny was helping Karen out . You always found it so sweet how he took great care of his sister and of you. That's what made you fall even harder for him . You sat up and locked eyes with Kenny he stared in your eyes like he was hypnotized. He couldn't help it. your (e/c) colored orbs were so mesmerizing. But you couldn't get your gaze out of his beautiful blue eyes the wanted them to absorb you so bad. You snapped back to reality when Karen hopped up on your lap and you couldn't help but give her a little squeeze while hugging her . Kenny stared at you and looked offended. You stared back with a confused look plastered on your face .
You asked him what was wrong you were seriously concerned for the poor man you call your liver . He burst out laughing. " Sweetheart are you actually concerned"."I'm only joking you did nothing wrong love "
You sighed at relief knowing that he wasn't bout to drop dead like a fish. Kenny told Karen to go get something for him and she went on her little quest . Kenny looked at you and had that cheeky smirk on his face. You knew what it meant next thing you knew he waas leaning in to kiss you but it kind of caught you by surprise so you backed your head up a little and he made a shocked face"how dare you back away from my luxurious kiss" said Kenny. You scoffed at him."it's what you get love for cuddling another girl last night". He started laughing nearly choking. "Damn right I was" then Karen came back from her little quest and she giggled as she handed you a piece of folded paper . You opened it up to see that she had drawn you ,her and Kenny in it as little stick figures but it's still a sweet drawing knowing she poured her heart out into it but you had to crack on last joke "wow Kenny I didn't know you were so good at drawing" Karen looked at you and said"no silly i drew that Kenny's not talented enough. "Ouch Karen that hurt me real bad see" he said as he held up his arm then acted distracted he whispered to Karen "look there's something in your shirt then he lightly flicked his finger in her nose as she sat there all puzzled .
Love you pookies thanks for dealing with my shit 💪
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People have this image of Miguel as a Rizz Machine of a Latino white man when it's the opposite. My dude has no rizz, is miserable most of the time, and has load of unhealed trauma with no friend and catholic guilt. If you had to sum it up, you'd say that he is a loser with achy skin. But we love this pathetic, edgy man 🥲🥺 and actually want him to be happy for once in his life and go to therapy.
Anyways, I read that you've written a fic about him and I know from what I've read on your blog that it is going to be good material so, please where can I read it?
Exactly!!!!! Remove his rage and he's stressed, sad, empathetic, kind of a loser but hot so we love him (and he's a good leader that people respect)
My fic is Gato on AO3.
It's not for everyone because it's (aged up) Miles/Miguel and with Bottom Miguel so if that's not for you you can avoid it, but it's like 80% fluffy Miguel recovery fic and silly shenanigans (Deadpool shows up to sow chaos, everyone gossips about Miguel smiling, everyone hiding behind Miles when Miguel is mad, there's a sugar daddy chapter in there somewhere) so have at it if you want it~
Here's an excerpt if the summary doesn't catch you:
He feared mockery when he actually sought help for it, finding himself on Ezekiel Sims' couch, speaking to the somewhat caustic but ultimately kind and wise man they'd all dubbed the "Spider-Therapist." Ezekiel listened to him and his endless frustrations, cut to his guilt and, instead of telling him it wasn't his fault (something Miguel had long gotten tired of hearing), asked him a question that would stay with Miguel for a long time.
"What does that help?" He'd asked.
Of his guilt - what does it help?
And he'd answered - it made him work harder to save others.
Then of his perpetual tiredness - what does that help?
When he said he was the only one, Ezekiel scoffed and said he wasn't stupid - he knew who Jessica Drew was, and wasn't this whole operation so Miguel wouldn't have to do it alone anymore? What would it help if Miguel ran himself ragged, killed himself because he couldn't act like an adult for two seconds and get some rest?
Ezekiel just as often referred people to colleagues he had when his methods weren't a good fit, but he was exactly what Miguel needed - especially when he told Miguel to plan for a future outside of his work. So Miguel did just that.
And the idea of a child grew more and more in his mind until he couldn't escape it anymore. Holding Mayday's hand as she walked the walls around him and demanded his attention. Gently rocking Gerry to sleep when Jess needed to give orders on a mission.
It was something he wanted. A future. A life.
"Don't think in terms of deserve, Miguel. You think deserving anything matters? You think you deserve what happened to you? You think you deserve a kid? Nobody cares what you deserve. But can you do it? And can you do it well?" Ezekiel had said. "And if the answer is no, then why the fuck are you running the Spider Society?"
"Running a multiversal operation and caring for a child are two very different things, Ezekiel."
"Sure they are. So ask Jessica Drew how she does it."
So yah! I totally get if people don't wanna read it but I got some good reviews so :P
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Scrimbly Jacqueline 7/52, featuring a scrimbly Dite because Valentine's Day Week!
THE TROUBLE THIS SCRIMBLE GAVE ME.
"But Dani," you say. "Isn't the point of scrimbles to be. Well. SCRIMBLES?"
WELL YES, AND I HEAR YOU AND SEE WHAT YOU'RE SAYING. HOWEVER. I AM HAVING SO MUCH FUN WITH THESE SILLY LITTLE DOODLES THEY ARE BECOMING LITTLE WEEKLY PASSION PROJECTS! THEY ARE NOT AS SCRIMBLY AS THEY WERE INITIALLY INTENDED TO BE, BUT BY G O D AM I HAVING FUN.
WANNA HEAR THE SHENANIGANS? BC YOU'RE ABOUT TO!
This (above readmore) is the SECOND version of this scrimble. The first version was AMAZING re: poses, but the MOMENT I experimented with colours? IMMEDIATE DISLIKE. I WAS SO UPSET. MY GOD.
Here's the OG for posterity's sake:
Poses? HIT! Their faces? CUTE AF! The gazing at one another? AH! THE WAY JACQUELINE'S LAYING? BRILLIANT!
The MOMENT I dug out some old markers to test for skin tones???? DOWNHILL.
Dite has like 5 on her rn. Jacquie has like 3. Attempts to fix it?? FAILED. and the blender did NOT do well on Dite's wings, AH. Jacquie's dress? COLOURS SHOULD'VE BEEN REVERSED! AH!
So I redrew it to what you see above! I like the colours on that one SO MUCH MORE. Shame Dite's right (our left) arm turned out wonk. But her left (our right) looks GREAT! The wings, I should've spread them out on either side?? If that makes sense? But the both of them are resting so her wings are usually chillin, folded up together, vibing. Unless she gets really excited. then it's like a second set of arms, lol.
Things this week's scrimble taught me: PROMARKERS and CRAYOLA FINE TIPS do NOT mix. PROMARKERS, PRISMACOLOURS, AND STEADLER WATERCOLOUR MARKERS? THEY MIX FINE. THEY WORK. AH.
Also, that I forgor how much I loved my prismacolours!
Anyway, once have a set of white/off-white markers, it's over for you hoes (Jacqueline's hair and Dite's wings)
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Originally, Dite was going to be holding the book open in one hand and then gazing at Jacquie, who was gonna be sleeping, but then this happened instead, lol. Her thawed hair in the first one is like SENDING ME, IT LOOKS SO GOOD 🥰🥰🥰
Fun fact about Dite: Persuasion is her favourite novel maybe ever. And yes, I AM projecting. You do not understand how much Persuasion drew me in. The build up to that LETTER? BOY I DIE! SHIT BOY!
Fun fact about Dite #2: her motif/shape is HEARTS. Her wings? MAKE A HEART SHAPE. Her face? HEART SHAPED. Her bangs? MAKE A HEART WITH HER FACE. She LOVES LOVE and she's making it her whole entire thing!!!
Though this was 3rd in last week's poll, I couldn't see it be used NOT during Valentine's week ): But dw Frostmas Jacquie lovers! That's the plan for Scrimble #8 :D
#okay enough rambling from me#HAVE SOME SCRIMBLES#cs posting#crystal springs#scrimbly jacquelines#ocs#tsc#tsc3#dani speaks#dani doodles#long post#after the read more that is. lol.#BUT YEAH. THESE WEEKLY SCRIMBLES HAVE BEEN QUITE THE EXPERIENCE! THERE IS IMPROVEMENT!#They are all on my fridge and when I look at them you can SEE IT.#it being the improvement lol#BUT YEAH! ENJOY THE BABES!#diteline#I HAVE A FLUFF PIECE WITH THESE TWO. BUT I'VE YET TO FINISH IT#but I will post it at some point!#presently the vibe in this last hour of work pre-long weekend is CS CHP 30 AH#so YEAH#also a fluffy silly blinter thing that's become more than just an idea autumn prompts gave me lol#did i mention i love blinter? no? well i love blinter. let the record show. etc etc
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Happy birthday, my lord.
You may not know me, as I am nothing but a silly run-away girl from Liyue. I have not been in Inazuma all my life, but in the time I've spent here, I would always hear about you.
Truth be told, I find you to be quite envious. Envy is a sick feeling, I know, but know that I will not harm you in anyway—not that I'd even be permitted in your presence. Anywho, I envy you, Kamisato Ayato.
I envy you—your resilience, your ability to push on forward no matter the circumstances, and your wit that us beyond measure. I've heard of many of your feats, of raising Miss Ayaka, even when you too, still needed a guiding hand. Had it been me in your shoes, I would have broken.
I envy you for all this... but at the very same time, I cannot help but foolishly love you from afar. Now that I've written that down, perhaps it is mere admiration. Pardon me for such boldness.
Nevertheless, all of the things I envy about your are the very same reasons that drew me to you—that makes me want to offer my heart to you. I may be naïve for saying such things, perhaps I am, but know that I adore you.
So much so that the sight of you makes my heart want to burst.
I cannot say that I know you wholly, but I suppose I cannot be wrong if I claimed you to be kind. You might say it's all but duty and responsibility, but I've met so many people throughout my journey of running away... and not everyone who had a duty to uphold continue to carry on with justice—with compassion.
Yet you, you are different. That's something I found myself loving about you.
I suppose I've talked too much, please do pardon me...
Happy Birthday again, my lord. I wish you well on all your endeavours... and should I find the courage to, and should your schedule allow it (of course, should you want to), I would love to chat with you over tea.
Until then!
—— 🫧/🪷 (I'm new here, I'm so sorry! Could I stay as bubbles anon or lotus anon? depending on which one's still free!)
My sincerest apologies, dear Lotus Anon. I was occupied in trivial tasks and hence couldn't tend to your wish on time.
I am humbled by your perspective on me. I shall abide by it now that I am taken as an exemplary man in your life. However, all I ever did was to protect my kin, my family. For the sake of your dear ones having a peaceful sleep; people will draw their blade.
Any rival clans, any plotters, schemers would not harm anyone in my vicinity as long as I am alive, that is what I live by. I appreciate your direct, bold words and would be interested to meet over a cup of tea. The Estate is often lonesome with my absence.
Rest assured, I want to talk to you whenever I am present in Narukami again.
Moderator: Welcome welcome dear :DD it's so nice to have you, I happily welcome to the Kamisato estate (The Ayato family) with big bear hugs and an ice-cream! <333
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