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evan4ever · 9 months

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could you write some smut ab evan being jealous?

I Don’t Share

Evan Peters

TW smut smut smut. Pretty dirty. 18+

Let’s just pretend I didn’t just take a 4 month hiatus 🫣. Anyways😅 enjoy! Didn’t proofread btw!

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“Are you always this funny?!” Finn (Wittrock) laughed along side of you, his hands on either side of his head as if you blew his mind. Your own loud laughter filled the dressing room, your head nodding to his question in confidence.

“I…” you start, struggling to catch your breath, “I am, in fact. I find myself to be quite the comedian!” Your laughter simmers to a quieter giggle, your eyes still looking at him confidently. He nods along, agreeing with your statement.

“I believe it! I can’t believe I haven’t sat and visited with you like this before. You really help lighten the mood and take some pressure off.” You smile at his light praise, not thinking anymore into it other than a new friend who happened to find you as funny as you like to think yourself to be.

“I try to stand back and not get in the way. I really enjoy watching Evan in his element. Meeting all of you happens to be a great plus.” You shrug lightly, nonchalantly.

“You’re something else. God, a mood, really! I’m glad I had the chance to finally have a real conversation to you. And not disappointed in the least!” He nudges your arm lightly with his as another string of giggles leaves both of your mouthes.

“I’m glad I could be at your service!” You joke, lifting your chin proudly.

As your conversation with Finn continues over the next hour, Evan frowns in the middle of his scene once again, overhearing it from the distance, causing the scene to be cut.

“Peters?!” The director yells in question. “The hell is your problem? Stay in character, this is the FOURTH time we’ve had to cut a scene for godsake!” Everyone glanced at Evan curiously, though he just lets out a deep breath and nods. “Right. Let’s take a break people!”

Everyone begins filing out for their short break. Even stands watching everyone while his ears zone in on the sounds of yours and Finn’s laughter still filling the whole building. He has no reason to be jealous, he wholeheartedly trusts you, but that pit of burning rage in his stomach can’t be helped. Usually, you’re out here, watching him, laughing with him. Usually, he gets to admire the beautiful sound of your giggles and the stunning sight of your smile. But today, you’re out of his sight, laughing with someone else, someone else admiring you the way he does. And it just doesn’t help that it’s a great coworker of his.

Finally, Evan peels himself from his spot in the middle of the set up and makes his way to the dressing room. The laughter between you and Finn loudens and the jealousy within Evan grows.

Before he marches into the dressing room, Evan manages to stop himself at the door and gather himself enough to make it less noticeable that he’s jealous. He clears his throat and knocks at the door before opening and walking in. Unfortunately, the sigh of you on the couch with Finn next to you, practically on and drooling over you, only furthers his jealously.

“Hey babe!” You grin at Evan, whose eyes are only on Finn. He quickly shoots you a smile before dropping it and clearing his throat, again.

“Hey, y/n, can I steal you for a minute? Got something to show you.” His smiles lessens to a tight lipped grin, and you quickly realize something is off with him. Your once giggling self now serious. You nod to Evan before looking over to Finn who gives you a knowing smile and nod.

Pushing yourself from the couch, you make your way to Evan who guides you past him and out the door, closing it behind him.

“Is everything oka-“

Your quickly cut off by Evan pulling you into a dark room, shutting the door and locking the two of you inside.

You stand in the middle of the small room, the smell of bleach and other cleaning products suggesting it’s the janitors closet, staring at Evan with confusion, what you can see of him on the dark anyways.

“What is up with you?” Your demeanor changes as you cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side with an annoyed look on your face.

All you can make out of him is his body standing before you, still. Until his arms moves behind his head and the sound of scratching suggests he is, awkwardly, itching the back oh his head.

“Evan, seriously, what’s your-“

“Finn.” He interrupts you. You raise your eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate.

“What about Finn-“

“He was flirting with you!” Evan barks loudly. Taken back, you drop your arms to your side and squint at him trying to see him better but to no avail.

“Jesus, is there not a light in here?!” You huff, turning and moving your hands all over the wall feeling for a light switch. You weren’t trying to divert the statement, but you just didn’t realize that’s what was happening, if it really was.

Through your quick hand movements against the wall, you suddenly feel Evans body move closer to yours, till he was practically against you. Your hands again drop to their sides as you stare into the darkness where Evan is. You can feel the tension, so thick you could cut it with a knife, but fuck was it turning you on. You could hear his deep breaths mixed with yours, feel the heat radiating from his body onto yours, you wanted nothing more than to fall into his lips but it was like you were paralyzed, wondering what was going through his mind.

Your body jolts slightly in surprise as the light suddenly turns on, looking above you and seeing Evans hand releasing the long beaded rope to the single lightbulb on the ceiling. A half chuckle escapes from your lips nervously as you look back to Evan, his dark eyes already peering into you, making the wind feel as if it’s knocked from your lungs.

Not often do you see this side of Evan. He’s a kind, gentle man. Even in bed. If you want it rough, you have to practically beg him because he just isn’t. It isn’t in him, despite what’s seen on TV. He’s an actor, after all. So to see him now, looking so dark and almost cold — it’s different. But damn, does it turn you on like nothing else.

You clear your throat as you attempt to stare him back down, but failing miserably.

“I didn’t know he was flirting with me, Evan.” You glance back to his unfaltering stare before looking away. “Really. He sat down and we just started visiting. I cracked a few jokes because the entire cast seemed on edge. It lightened the mood. That’s all it was to me. If it was more to him, I had no idea.” You explain in all honesty. It was a good time laughing with Finn, but you never looked at it more than a friend and a friend having a good time with a few good laughs.

But Evan didn’t find it funny. And he knows your part is truth, but it doesn’t stop the jealousy on the other end.

You are his, and his only.

After a few more awkward seconds of silence, you groan, shifting from one foot to the other. “Evan, seriously!” You whisper/yell, now finally looking into his eyes as he was yours, but within the second, Evan had you pinned against the closet wall. It had taken you by surprise, a breath drawn in and being held as you piece together what had just happened.

His face was so close to yours now, and all you could do was stare at his perfect, pink lips.

“I don’t share.” Your eyes flicker up to his in surprise at his words. Your lips part to say something but before you had a chance, his own lips crash onto them in a deep, passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

You melt into him, his arms holding you up by your waist now, until you find the strength to slide your arms up his biceps and onto either side of his face pulling him to you more if it were even possible. He allows you to hold onto him, pull on him, whatever it was you wanted to do he’d let you, because he was just as much yours as you were his.

Finally pulling away for some air, he looks back down at you noticing your now perfectly swollen pink lips, a half smile appearing on his own with pride. “I don’t share.” He repeats.

You gaze up at him in awe, a complete desperate mess against his body.

You nod slowly. “I don’t want you to.”

Evan let’s out a deep throaty sigh, quickly grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up with your sports bra, your arms raising to allow them to slide off you with ease, his hands immediately returning to your waist and gripping it so tightly it almost hurt, and pulling you back into a kiss.

Your hands quickly slide down his body and find the buttons of his jeans, fumbling with in an attempt to get them off him. His hands meet yours as he helps in undoing them and pulling them down enough to give him some freedom before moving to your athletic leggings. His fingers hoop underneath and slide them down your legs, wriggling yourself out of them as well and leaving you bare.

Without hesitation, Evans hand scoop you up from under your thighs and rest you against his waist, the wall helping hold you as well as your legs that wrap around him. His lips quickly meet your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down to your collar bone.

“I would’ve liked your shirt off..” you hum, your head falling against the wall as you take pleasure in the feeling his lips have against your cold skin. You hear a chuckle from him, smiling slightly at knowing he was feeling less tense about the situation.

Evans head lifts and his eyes meet yours again. He takes a moment to gaze at you, taking in your beauty and rejoicing in the feeling of knowing you felt the same, regardless of the jealousy he had previously endured. His hands lifts from your waist and soothes some stray hairs that had fallen onto your face back before letting it rest gently against your head.

“I love you.” He hums, his thumb caressing over your cheek one onto your temple. You breathe in, enjoying this moment while it lasts, before pulling his face back to yours into soft kiss.

But as quick as the moment came, it went, feeling the kiss deepen into more passion and hunger for each other. Evans hands find your own that we’re holding his face, taking them in his and guiding them against the wall. He slides them up until they’re completely above you both, taking them into one of his hands easily and pressing them hard against it now so you had no chance of moving them.

He parts from you just enough to see what he was doing, your eyes watching his every move carefully and excitedly. He grabs ahold of his erection that had been pressing against your thigh this entire time and strokes it, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling and only turning you on further. It almost hurt how badly your pussy was aching to feel him inside of you.

He finally guides his dick to your entrance, lining it up perfectly and allowing himself to slide into it with ease. Your mouth parts as you moan in unison with him, your head falling back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he hums, “you’re so wet. All for me?” He glances up at you, still in excitement, and you nod quickly, almost aggressively, just ready for him to fuck you.

“Yes, yes” you whimper, attempting to rock your hips for some kind of friction to ease the ache that was still there. “Fuck, please Evan..” you open your eyes and meet his with a desperate pout. Evan grins, his eyebrows raising playfully.

“Please, what?”

You groan quietly. It’s so rare that he makes you beg for him to fuck you, but it was so goddamn hot when he does.

“Please.. please fuck me.” You beg, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips continue their attempt to rock against him for some relief.

“Tell me your mine.” He demands as he pulls out slightly. “Tell me how you only want me to fuck you, that you want Finn to watch so he knows you belong to me.” He’s now almost pulled from you completely, leaving behind a worsening ache and throb in your pussy.

“Fuck Evan! I’m yours! I’m only yours” you take a deep breath trying to control your uneven breathing and trembling, “I want Finn to watch you fuck me so good that he never wants to look at me again” you whine, fulfilling his wishes. You gasp loudly as he thrusts back into you hard, pulling out immediately after.

“Keep going.”

You meet his eyes, surprised with the complete dominance he’s taken right now. And you were happily going to oblige.

“I want Finn to see your cock fucking my dripping cunt so he knows just how wet you make me..” Evan slams himself back into you causing another moan to escape, “I want him to know just how good you make me feel, I want him to know that no one else can fuck me like you do.”

Evan repeats his thrust into you, speeding up with every word that leaves your tongue. His grip on your wrists tighten so much that it’s sure to leave a few marks, but the pain is nonexistent as you disappear into the complete ecstasy feeling that overtakes your body.

“Fuck, yes… I want Finn to watch you make me cum all over your dick.” You moan out, the sound of his hips slapping into yours so loud that surely, everyone has to hear it.

Your legs wrap around his waist tighter as his thrusts grow faster and sloppier. His head falls against your chest, his free hand gripping your waist tightly to keep you in place.

“He’ll know only i can fuck you like this..” Evan repeats your words in a deep groan, his teeth taking your delicate skin on your chest between them and nibbling hard, until a dark purple mark is left. “Only I can mark you when and we’re I want.” He moans, kissing the bruise and resting his forehead against you.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop fucking me Evan” you whimper, your fingers attempting to grip onto his that are still holding them. “I want you to make me cum so good that he can hear it from in here.” You beg.

He grins against your skin, releasing your waist and letting his hand find its way between your bodies until it stops on your clit. He quickly starts circling it with his thumb, your mouth parting in a gasp and your body jolting at the new overpowering sensation.

“Oh right there, yes Evan, fuck!” You whimper put more moans, Evan moaning at the beautiful sounds you make and speeding both his thrusts and his thumb up to help you reach your high. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum” you nod to him as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten more and more with every move he makes.

With one final hard thrust, you crumble into him as your orgasm takes over your body, a long string of moans filling the small closet as your high makes Evan reach his, pulling out and stroking his dick to ride his out, his thumb working on your clit to ride yours out.

As your moans quiet, your legs shake as they attempt to keep themselves wrapped around his waist. Evan slowly releases your wrists from above your head and carefully helps you stand, his hands holding your waist again for support as you catch your breath. You lean yourself back into the wall, lazily smiling up at him as you watch him tuck himself back into his boxers and jeans.

He glanced at you as you watch him on awe and shoots you a nearly embarrassed smile before reaching down for your clothing. He hands your shirt and bra to you before bending down and opening one pant leg and letting you hold onto him as you slip your foot into it, then he opens the other pant leg and slides them up onto your waist. You take a moment to put your shirt on, then lean back into the wall as you stare at each other.

“I’m not sure where that came from..”

“It was hot.” You cut him off. He blinks a few times, his cheeks reddening before pulling you to him into a hug. Your arms wrap around him gently but tightly.

“You never have to worry where my head or heart is at Evan,” you reassure him, feeling him nod into the crook of your neck. “There is not one person on this planet that could ever make me want to give you up. You’re all I could ever want.”

You hear him sigh, feeling his body relax more into your hold.

You hug each other for a few more minutes before finally pulling away, meeting the others eyes.

Evan clears his throat and looks around the room. “Um, I’m pretty sure the whole studio heard us so… sorry for what’s to come when he walk out.”

You press your lips together tightly trying to hide the embarrassed smile, but nod firmly and take ahold of his hand in yours.

“We walk out confidently.” You state, glancing up at him as he tries to stifle the laugh, only making you giggle with him.

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emyhpeters · 5 months

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black and white photos of evan peters make me lose my mind

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snippetsoferin · 8 months

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Imagine...a life with Kit Walker

(romance + smut)

I love waking up in his arms. I love making us pancakes for breakfast and snuggling close to him on the couch. We have a nice life, in our small country house, surrounded by green pastures and majestic oaks. Summers are beautiful on our farm. I love taking care of the garden, eagerly waiting for him to get back from work. And when he’s back, I jump in his arms and kiss his lovely face, so happy to see him.

On weekends, we go swimming. I pack the picnic basket full of our favorite treats and jump in the driver’s seat of our pick-up truck. He knows that I love to drive, so he never offers to do it himself. We spread the blanket under a tree. Nothing is better than spending an entire day by his side, falling in and out of sleep, as he gently runs his fingers through my hair.

We swim in the shallow water, we bask in the summer sun, our sun, here, away from the city, away from the noise and the chaos, secure in our little paradise, not wanting the day to end.

I read to him from my favorite poetry book. He smiles and kisses me between strophes. It’s peaceful with him. The house, the garden, the lake, him - the only things I need.

We jump in the cool water. I hold on to his shoulders as I kiss the water off of his lips.

Will you ever get bored of me?, I ask.

Never, he assures me with a kiss. What is there more to desire than this?

I smile and pretend to swim away from him, only for him to follow closely. He knows that I can’t swim well, so he never leaves my side. I wrap my legs around him and rest my head on his shoulder, floating in his arms.

Once we’re back home, I start planning dinner, while he finishes some yard work. With the fresh tomatoes in our garden, I make a delicious cream soup with fresh cheese and home baked bread.

I find my way in his arms on the couch. He kisses the tip of my nose. I rest my head on his chest and he runs his fingers up and down my back. He rests his hands on the small of my back, drawing shapes on my skin. I kiss the warm skin of his neck.

Easily enough, his fingers start moving lower, on my buttocks, on my inner thigh, lifting my dress and pushing my underwear down. He grabs my leg and moves it to the side. The heat starts to grow inside me, knowing all too well where this is heading. I keep still on top of him, allowing him to continue. He pushes two fingers inside of me and I can’t help it. I moan and lift my hips.

You are so wet, he whispers as he kisses the top of my head. I press my mouth to his chest and tighten my arms around his torso. He starts pushing his fingers back and forth in my vagina and I can’t compose myself. I am panting on top of him, unable to remain quiet. I start moving my hips against his pelvis, feeling his bulge growing under his briefs, causing him to groan.

The pressure is becoming too much to handle, my body is overwhelmed by pleasure. Waves of ecstasy hit me as I let go on top of him, unable to control myself while my pussy throbs around his fingers.

He starts rubbing my back as I struggle to compose myself, my abdominal muscles still spasming.

Once I stop panting, he flips me on my back and starts caressing my breasts, kissing and sucking on my nipples. He relaxes on top of me, enjoying the intimacy as I run my fingers through his hair. But I instinctively widen my legs, wrapping them around his hips.

He lifts his head and gives me a mischievous smile.

Already?, he asks.

He gets up and settles himself between my legs, taking his briefs off, his penis nudging against my thigh, teasing me.

I need you so badly, I beg as I spread my legs wider, looking into his eyes. He grabs my hips and pushes himself inside of me.

He moans and leans down to kiss me, my nails digging into the skin of his back. He starts thrusting slowly, but soon picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming so rough that I have to grab the sides of the couch to keep myself balanced.

As his thrusts become deeper, his pelvis starts hitting my clit and I cry out.

We’re on the right path, baby, he moans.

He keeps going at it, the pressure is building up inside of me yet again, this time even stronger than before.

I finish, moaning, my back arches as the pleasure engulfs me. He gives me a few moments, his swollen penis still inside of me, enjoying the throbs of my vagina. Suddenly, he begins thrusting again, this time even more violently, until I start hurting. I gasp, pain combines with pleasure, as he is drilling me, not giving me enough time to recover. He finishes with a groan, shooting his load and collapsing on top of me immediately, his body shaking, my vagina still pulsing. He doesn’t pull out. I don't even think he can with how hard my vagina clenches around him. We lie in silence for a while. I’m dazed and unable to move, my legs wrapped around him, his body heavy on top of mine. He lifts his head and caresses my cheek, giving me a soft kiss on the lips.

I love you more than anything, he whispers, his face red and sweaty. He rolls over to the side, pulling out from me, making my nerves tingle. I wish he never had to pull away. He wraps his arms around me and I snuggle close to him, pressing a kiss to his throat, missing him inside. I'm exhausted.

I wake up the next day on the couch by myself. He’s already left for work, but I find a note on the table.

I love you forever.

(pictures are from Pinterest)

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girlfromomegle · 2 months

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THANK THE FUCKING HEAVENS. A NEW PHOTO OF EVAN JUST DROPPED IM GONNA FUCKING NUT IN MY PANTS

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evanpetersfangirl · 2 months

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Evan always tries to play hide and seek with me, god 🙄🙄🙄

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champi8n · 6 months

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witch in love | kit walker

sypnosis: kit walker’s girlfriend… is a witch!

warnings: none it’s just happy!

you knew you were different to other people from a very young age, of course, you weren’t exactly sure what made you different until you turned 16 and after an argument with your dad you made everything in your room float for a split second before everything fell down and broke, causing your mother to sit down with you and have the talk

no, not the talk about sex, the talk about witches and how you were a direct descendant to one of the witches of salem or something like that, you weren’t paying much attention since you got stuck on the part where said “you’re a witch” but you kind of got an idea of what she explained

however, your mother had the option to send you away to learn more about those arts but she refused it, deciding it was better to homeschool you and teach you herself to control and expand your abilities

you didn’t complain, you quite liked it at home and you loved being the only student, apart from that you led some sort of double life, witch in secret and a normal student on the outside

you knew you couldn’t go around showing your abilities and screaming to everyone “i’m a witch, i’m a witch” but you also were good at hiding your little impulses

no, you weren’t a bad person and you totally wouldn’t use your powers to get your own way, but you couldn’t stand seeing injustice and bad things happening in front of you without being able to do something about it

so you began to act, you first made some boys who went to your school and bothered a poor girl in your english class with mean comments pay for their rudeness, you hated the way they made that girl cry by laughing at her hairstyles and her shoes, so after learning how to control people you made those boys slap themselves every time they opened their mouth towards that girl

you giggled in the back of the class as they looked at each-other confused, wondering what was happening as they felt the burn of their own slap on their cheek every time they tried to talk

that was the beginning of a new period of your life and boy, anyone who thought they could mess with you without any consequences were in for a complete ride

as you got older you graduated with top grades which came from pulling all nighters to study, not from using your abilities, and you decided to pursue a career in fashion

many people laughed at you for that choice, saying you should go for a career in healthcare or look for a job as a book keeper, but you were ambitious, you wanted more than the typical jobs women could get at the time

you managed to find an intern position in a small fashion magazine, however, you were treated poorly by your male co workers and it drove you mad, how thought multiple times about casting a spell to make their lives miserable yet you stopped yourself, knowing better than to waste your skills for those dumb boys

every time you had a hard day you would go to a diner that was near your work and would order yourself a chocolate milkshake with extra cream and unfortunately for you, today was one of those days

the cling of the bells as you opened the door of the diner and the sound of your thigh high boots as you walked to your usual table resonated in the place, catching some attention but that wasn’t unusual for you

you were very pretty and you knew it so you weren’t exactly surprised at heads turning to look at you when you go out, however you’ve rarely been out on dates as nobody has caught your attention

you twirled your hair as you looked through the menu even though you were gonna order your usual you still wanted to roam through the food in case you get hungry later

but you were surprised when one of the waiters in the place came over to your table and placed your pleasure chocolate milkshake in front of you even though you haven’t even ordered yet

“you must be mistaken, i didn’t order anything” you said, batting your eyelashes as you smiled to the person serving you

“we know miss, this is from the guy over there” they pointed over to a man sitting in the counter having a sip of what seemed to be a strawberry milkshake

his brown eyes met yours and he smiled at you, giving you a small wave with his hand to then look away and keep minding his business

you had no idea how he knew that was your favourite milkshake and you also had zero clue who he was as you haven’t noticed him before in the place yet the gesture did make you a little bit happy

but you didn’t want to make the guy pay for your order, you weren’t that type of person so you stood up with your milkshake in hand and walked towards the mystery man

you tapped on his shoulder to get his attention and you saw the way his expression went from surprise to a smile “yes?” he said

“did you send me this?” i looked at the milkshake in my hand and he nodded “thank you but i couldn’t possibly accept this, let me pay you back” you reached for your wallet but he immediately stopped you

“please, there is no need for that, pardon me m’am but you just looked like you were in a bad mood and i wanted to be nice” the man replied, brushing his hand through his hair as he continued to smile at you with courtesy

you blinked, amused at the stranger’s nice action “well, thank you…” you paused, your eyes wandered off to the man’s shirt, he seemed to be wearing a uniform and you managed to spot a name tag “thank you, kit” you smiled, taking a sip of your paradise on earth aka your milkshake

he smiled back at you and said nothing back, you sat down next to him expecting him to try and initiate a conversation with you yet you were surprised by how he kept minding his business, letting you enjoy your milkshake in peace except you weren’t exactly in peace, you were bothered as you wondered why he isn’t speaking to you

you glanced at kit multiple times and every time he would look back at you, you quickly turned away until he would go back to drinking his strawberry milkshake

after doing that for a few times you heard him laugh, making you wonder what he found so funny “what is it?” you said, frowning at him

“i’m sorry, you’re just funny ma’am” he replied, looking at you as he tried to regain his composure

his response left you even more confused and slightly offended, what exactly did he mean by that you didn’t know “excuse me?” you said, sounding mildly angry

“do ya think i don’t notice you keep glancing at me?” he said, a big smile on his face as he seemed to find the whole situation funny “if you wanna tell me something just do it” he said, looking at your blank expression as you’ve been caught

you didn’t know what to say exactly, you were slightly embarrassed but you didn’t want to make that obvious “well, that’s what i should be asking you!” you replied, deciding to be honest

kit raised an eyebrow as it was clear to you he had no idea what you were trying to say “i mean, you buy me a milkshake, you obviously wanna ask me out so i’m waiting for you to speak” you say bluntly and also realising how self cantered you sounded

this time both of kit’s eyebrows were raised as his face was filled with surprise, he chuckled for a second to himself as he was completely gagged by your words “wow, big ego there…” he said looking away from you, making you even more flustered

“no! i didn’t mean it that way it’s just-“ he interrupted you

“it’s just acts of pure kindness don’t exist anymore, i guess” he said, taking a big sip of his milkshake as you felt slightly bad

“well, i don’t know!” you replied, you didn’t know what to say, you were blushing as you felt helpless and then suddenly you said it “go out with me… on a date”

kit began to choke a little bit as he didn’t expect the words that came out of your mouth “excuse me?” he said, a small playful smile on his face

“you know you wanted to ask me first don’t act coy” you rolled your eyes, smiling a little bit

he sighed, feeling defeated “yeah you’re right i did…” kit admitted

“fine so, tomorrow 8pm this diner?” you asked, finishing your milkshake

“o-okay, but what’s your name?” he said a bit desperately as he realised you were getting ready to leave

“you’ll figure it out tomorrow” you winked at him before deciding to head out, swaying your hips as you walked away from him and turning your head for a last smile as you opened the door and left

kit was left flustered and charmed as his eyes were frozen on the door, he smiled to himself as he began to count how many hours until tomorrow

…

the next day you got off work and decided to head straight home for a shower, you then chose to wear a white miniskirt with a black fitted turtle neck, an outfit perfect to match your favourite white high heeled boots

you then sat in front of your mirror and did your eyeliner the way you liked it, applied your lipstick and fixed your hair, being ready to go

you were unsure why you were so nervous about this date, you told yourself it was gonna be just another boring one multiple times yet something inside you kind of hoped it wasn’t

as you got to the diner, you found kit waiting outside the door and you smiled at him as you walked

he looked at you up and down as his mouth slowly opened in surprise “you look gorgeous” he said, making you blush a little

he opened the door for you and you both sat down opposite each other at one of the tables

to your own surprise it wasn’t uncomfortable at all and in fact you discovered you quite enjoy kit’s company, you learned he works as a gas station attendant and how he loves to dance and he listened to you talk about your ambitions and even supported it, saying you should start your own brand

as it got late it was soon time to say goodbye but not before you decided to break the obvious rule and do the most impulsive thing a girl can do, you kissed him

“good night, kit” you said as you walked away, leaving him frozen in his spot completely shocked at the fact that you had given him a kiss

when you got home you replayed the events of the date and you wished that everything would continue to go great with kit and lucky for you, your wish came true

you and kit went out on a few more dates as time went by and they were perfect, you used to believe boys were stupid and untrustworthy but with kit it was different, you liked him and you sure did hope he liked you too

soon, kit’s relationship with you took the next step as he asked you to be his girlfriend on the prettiest night of september and you didn’t hesitate to say yes

you wanted to be with kit forever, you would do anything to have him by your side always and so it was no surprise when you began to have worries about kit finding out the fact that you’re a witch

the last thing you wanted to do was to scare him off and you were sure telling him who you were would definitely do that but you also felt bad as you believed shouldn’t be hiding that part of you to the man you love

you were keeping that detail to yourself until suddenly the world caught you by surprise and decided to stop being in your favour

kit had mentioned to you that he has been struggling with his energy at work and how he feels extremely overworked by his boss, you suggested to him to confront his boss about the unfair amount of hours he has to work for how little he gets paid but he refused to do so, making you have the great idea to cast a spell for kit to make him be less tired and remove his fatigue

you gathered all the materials you needed and you lit a few candles in front of you placing them in a circle, you then followed what the spell book which you had opened in front of you said and focused a little bit too hard since you didn’t realise that kit had gotten off work earlier and now he was home, looking for you

you had given kit a spare key to your home and it wasn’t a surprise for him to come see you after work so it was stupid of you to not lock the door of your room

“baby, where are ya?” it was too late when you heard him because a moment later he had opened the door of your bedroom, revealing yourself in a very sketchy and hard to explain situation

he frowned as you were frozen in your spot, his eyes staring deep into yours as you blinked twice, blowing the candles off slowly

“what are you doing…?” he asked, walking towards you slowly

“nothing” you replied almost immediately, standing off the floor and giving him an awkward smile

“it doesn’t seem like nothing” he said “what were you doing?” he asked again, standing in front of you

you sighed, the time for the truth had come and you were scared shitless, you’ve never told anyone besides your mother about your abilities and the thoughts of kit leaving and exposing you were lingering in your mind, however, you knew you had to trust him

and you also knew there had to be some sort of erasing memory spell

but besides that, you took kit’s hand and sat him down next to you on the edge of the bed “you’ve gotta promise you’re not gonna freak out, okay?”

“what?” he said, still not catching on completely on what you were saying.

“kit… i’m a witch” you said… staring deep into his eyes searching for a hint of any negative emotion behind his eyes but on the contrary all he did was frown.

“um… okay…” he said in a whisper, his face being completely blank “sure, whatever you say suga’” he said, slowly caressing your elbows and giving you a reassuring smile

it wasn’t hard to tell that kit didn’t believe you but you had no clue what to do now, you already had told him so what now?

“kit…” you spoke slowly “did you understand what i said?” you asked

“um… kind of” he replied, making you sigh “you’re trying to tell me you’re high, right?” he spoke cautiously slow, almost as if he’s speaking to a toddler as he didn’t know how to act

you broke into a smile, you couldn’t help but think he was adorable “no!” you lightly hit his arm as you giggled “i’m not high you dummy! i’m a witch!”

his expression was still confused but he began laughing with you, causing you to laugh even harder as you didn’t understand why he was laughing with you

“kit, why are you laughing!?” you asked between giggles

“i don’t know, why are you laughing!?” he replied, you both looked so stupid laughing at nothing but you loved it, he was way too sweet

you obviously knew kit was never going to believe you were a witch so you had no other choice but to attempt to do a demonstration when you and kit managed to calm down the laughs

“okay, kit, i’m a witch and i’m gonna prove it but you can’t freak out… okay?” you said as you began to use telekinesis to slowly lift kit off the bed, almost too slow making it hard for him to realise what was happening

“honey, don’t call yourself a witch, you’re just a stressed lady okay, there’s no need to… woah wait” his attempt at comforting you or whatever was interrupted as he realised he wasn’t sitting down on the bed anymore, instead he was floating above it

you smiled at him with reassurance as you kept making him float higher and higher above the bed, he looked at you in utter shock as he muttered some surprises noises yet all you could do is smile in hopes he wouldn’t panic too much

kit had no idea what was going on, all he knew is that he kept going up and he muttered an “ouch” when he felt his head boink against the bedroom roof

you immediately panicked as you completely forgot about the fact he was going to hit his head and in your moment of worry you accidentally dropped him, making you scream as you forgot he was going to land on the bed and thought he could get badly injured

“are you okay?! kit?!” you asked, climbing more towards the centre of the bed where his head was resting and slowly caressing his head

he had his eyes shut as he was obviously afraid of the landing and still didn’t quite piece together that he didn’t fall on the floor “i’m good, baby” he replied, opening his eyes a little and looking at your face over him, you’re worried expression making him want to kiss you

you helped him sit up on the bed and after a few moments of silence, you decided to ask the question that was eating you up on the inside “so… do you hate me?”

“what?! no!” his response was almost instant as the last thing he wanted to do was to make you feel bad “i don’t completely understand what’s going on but something like this would never make me hate you! hell… i don’t think anything would ever make me hate you…” his hand reached for your face as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear “i thought stuff like that only existed in movies but hey it’s kind of cool… my girlfriend is a witch!” he chucked to himself

your eyes were slightly teary as you felt relieved and also moved by his words, you felt thankful to have someone that cared about you so much and the feeling of being accepted by kit made you wanna break down and cry for love

you felt kit’s lips press against you in a soft kiss, you could feel his lips curving into a smile, making you do the same, the only thing you could think of as your kisses escalated was how grateful you were to have him in your life

…

“so what type of thing were you doing down there… you know with the candles and stuff” you felt the vibrations of kit’s voice as your head was resting on his chest, his shirt was off (like yours) after the make out session you guys were having turned into something more

you looked up at him through your eyelashes and you bit your lip, your fingers tracing meaningless patterns on his skin “a spell…” you said in a cheeky manner

kit frowned slightly, his hands caressing your hair as he gave you a confused look “what kind of spell?” he asked, curiosity killing the cat

“a spell for you…” you replied, aware of how bad it sounded as he could obviously misunderstand what you were saying and he could take it the wrong way “but it wasn’t a bad spell, i just, i wanted to help you” you added

“oh baby, like a love spell? cause if it was then i think it’s pretty clear you don’t need to do one of those on me” he said with a small smirk resting on his face “unless you’ve already done one of me and i just haven’t realised…” he said in a playful tone, obviously kidding

you rolled your eyes at him “very funny, kit, ha ha ha” you said sarcastically “it was a spell to help you have more energy at work… you told me you were feeling burnt out and i wanted to help” you looked away from him, suddenly feeling shy

he went quiet for a few seconds making you doubtful of what he could be thinking, but you knew it was fine when all of a sudden one of his hands went to your chin in order to lift your face and give you a soft kiss

“you’re the sweetest girl i know” he said in a whisper, making you blush slightly “so can you fly?” he changed the tone of the conversation swiftly, making you giggle at how dumb he sounded to you

“you’re so stupid sometimes kit…” you replied, a bright smile on your face as you rolled your eyes

…

ever since you told kit the truth about you being a witch he’s insisted on trying to learn as much as he can about it in order to help you and support you, you’ve told him plenty of times it wasn’t necessary for him to burden himself with all that knowledge but he won’t listen

you didn’t hate it though, if you were being truthful, it was nice to have someone you can talk about that stuff that isn’t your mother and not feel judged

however, ever since kit learned about the horrible things people have tried to do to witches such as burn and murder them even if they aren’t causing harm, he’s began to be slightly more protective of you and you haven’t failed to notice

you thought it was cute so it didn’t bother you, plus you knew he really is just trying to do what he can to be there for you when it comes to stuff related to your abilities

but when you were surprised today in the middle of your at home date night with kit by one of your neighbours that’s where you really noticed how much you liked it

the lady that lived next door from you was a very religious woman, you had no issue with that whatsoever since even though you didn’t agree with her beliefs you still respected it, yet you didn’t fail to notice how she’s been acting odd towards you throughout the past month

you were used to saying good morning and maybe stop for small talk when you left for work early yet recently she’s been giving you a strange look when she does, and she also used to bake you pies often since she insisted she must take care of you since she was in her 40s and you’re just a “baby dove in your 20s” according to her, but lately she has failed to do so and so you could clearly tell something was wrong

you liked to pretend like you had no idea what could’ve affected her perspective of you but unfortunately, you do

on a late tuesday around a month ago you were almost by your place when she spotted you since she was sitting in her porch sewing, you cordially said hello to eachother and she iniated small talk when suddenly she accidentally stabbed herself with the her sewing needle

when you heard her complain about the pain in her finger you went up to her and checked it, making the dumb decision to use some of your abilities to heal it quick as it broke your soul to see the poor lady suffering, you brushed a hand past the stab and suddenly it was gone

after that you arrived home and since then the havoc started upon her demeanour towards you

“may i help you, miss thornhill?” you asked after opening the door, smiling kindly to the woman in front of you

suddenly the woman invited herself into your home and pulled some garlic out of her purse, pointing it at you “this must stop now! what are you creature?!” she screamed erratically, loud enough for kit who was waiting in the kitchen with a glass of wine for you to come running towards you

“what’s going on?” he asked, observing the scene in front of you

you sighed, you hated this “miss thornhill, i don’t understand what’s going on….” you replied, backing off from her a little bit

“you are not god’s creature, you must disappear!” the woman once again screamed, making kit get in front of you, worried about you

“garlic, really? does she look like a vampire?!” he said, slightly joking around but immediately regretting after realising it wasn’t the time “ma’am you need to leave” he said

“son, you don’t know her, she’s not what she looks like!” the woman said this time to kit, almost as if you weren’t even in the room “she’s different from you and me” she whispered to kit, making you want to roll your eyes “the devil…” she continued

kit sighed “lady, you need to leave immediately” he asked in a gentle manner, trying to avoid a bigger issue

the woman however seemed to take it the wrong way, getting offended “fine! i will leave, but i will accuse you with the church and with all the ladies in this town and expose what you really are!” she screamed, raising her finger at you

“which is?” you asked, regretting it instantly but you couldn’t help but be carried away a little bit by your emotions

“a witch!” she shouted

“hey! my girlfriend is not a witch!” kit replied, lying obviously but trying to do what he can, “how dare you even think of accusing my girlfriend of that…” he pretended to be mortified by the woman’s blabbering

it was a serious moment but you couldn’t help but to find it a little bit amusing, you never took kit for being an actor or at least a good one at least but boy, you were wrong

he gave you a quick glance obviously signalling to you he needed your slight support “yes, exactly, how dare you say that about me, ms thornhill! i’m shattered” you acted hurt, leading a hand into your chest and closing your eyes

kit stood next to you as he gasped, pretending to be in distress about your pain as he held you “oh, suga’ are you okay?” he asked, looking at you with worried eyes

the woman just stood there, here eyes following every action you both did

“look at what you’ve done! she’s sick and you’ve made her worse” kit said as the woman’s mouth opened in disbelief, obviously falling for the trick

“oh, lord, i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to-” she struggled to find the words to say, obviously being conflicted wether on to carry on her point or not and that’s when you got the perfect opening for a little… trick

“you’re going to leave now and forget every single speculation you have about me, including the accusations of sorcery” you spoke in a confident tone, staring deep into the lady’s eyes as you felt kit looking at you unsure of what was going on but still not saying anything

not even a minute later the woman was looking around as if she was lost, you immediately approached her, a sudden worried expression painted your face

“miss thornhill, are you alright?” you said, doe eyes looking at the lady with care, kit still stood in his place wondering why your demeanour was changing

you gave him a quick glance, widening your eyes and mouthing to him to act like nothing happened

he didn’t get exactly what you were meaning to say at first but he attempted to, walking towards you while running a hand through his hair

“oh my… what am i doing here?” the poor woman asked, clearly confused

“you slept walked all the way here and began knocking on the door, i was extremely worried but i think you’re awake now” you replied, sounding way too believable “right, kit?” you gave him a tense smile

“oh, uhm, yeah, we thought something was going on” he said, quickly frowning at you before going back to acting coy

“christ… i’m so sorry about this, darling, please don’t tell me i interrupted anything with you two” she said, genuinely worried

you quickly gave her a reassuring smile “don’t worry about that, miss thornhill, please, let me walk you home next door” you replied, holding her arm and guiding her towards the door

she kept apologising as you were leaving but right as you were exiting the door you turned back and winked at kit, making him smile

he was still not sure what just happened, kit felt proud of how you handled the situation and managed to defend yourself and he could assume you used some sort of magic but if he was being honest, he did get particularly scared at the thought of that lady trying to hurt you

but all of those worries disappeared when he saw you wink with a cheeky smile on your face, reassuring him that you were fine

kit walker’s girlfriend was a witch but he knows it isn’t a bad thing, ignorant people will try and tell him it is but he knows he wouldn’t trade it for any normal thing in the world.

#kit walker x you #kit walker #kit asylum #ahs asylum #american horror story #american horror story asylum #evan peters #evan peters imagine #evan peters x you #evan peters ff #kit walker ff #kit walker imagine #evan #asylum #idk what else #evan peters supremacy #evan peters fanfic

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evanforevaz · 7 months

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POV: your camera roll if Evan was your Bf

This was from when you and him were in New York and he wouldn’t let you not hold his hand

Screenshot from when you and him were on FaceTime bc he was out of town for work :( but he looked so cute

When he fell asleep on your leg and everytime you tried to move or get up he held on tighter proof he is a big baby

Him w bed head and being an iPad kid

A screenshot from some snaps he was sending you (he was testing out all the filters)

When you guys went to a party and he got drunk and started eating all the snacks

#evan peters fanfic #evan peters #evan peters supremacy #evan peters fandom #tate langdon #kit walker

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oldmanpeters · 1 year

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I love this parallel.

#evan peters #evan peters supremacy #evan peters smile #tate langdon #tate langdon smile #ahs murder house #american horror story #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien supremacy #dylan o'brien smile #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski smile #teen wolf

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neyney2010 · 16 days

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How James first tried to tell Lily he was in love with her:

He wrote a note.

While it should have been simple, it rlly wasn’t. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, because he did, but it was outright and he was terrified of coming off odd.

Then Remus suggested that he simply write it as “ily” so that he did. It felt like a good compromise.

Until he passed the note too Lily and she replied with “you missed a pretty important letter in my name Potter. I underestimated your stupidity”

The note said “ ily Evans”

#harry potter #marauders #marauders era #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #regulus black #remus lupin #lily evans #jily #sunflower #james and lily #jily supremacy

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s1ut4evan · 2 months

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istg i’d let kai do whatever he wanted to me

#kai anderson #kai anderson smut #evan peters #evan peters supremacy #evan thomas peters

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evan4ever · 6 months

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James March x reader. The reader is very innocent like they don’t curse, drink, smoke, etc. James just adores it so much cuz it’s the opposite of him. He gives them random gifts and special dinners (maybe some slow dancing). As well as tons of affection like cheek and hand kisses, cuddles, holding hands, and helps you get ready for the day. He’s very overprotective and possessive of them like a kid who has a special teddy bear, so the other ghosts better watch their backs if they try to mess with the reader. He never lets them know he’s a serial killer but they know he’s a ghost.

Innocence

Warnings: talk about murder just a bit but no warnings really, just a sweet fic again!

a/n: you didn’t really give me a plot andI wasn’t sure if you wanted lime a headcannon or not so I hope what I came up with works for you 😅 but with reader being innocent and almost too naive while JPM protects her and is possessive lol 🥹

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You first met James when you had to find a hotel quick and one that didn’t cost your entire paychecks worth to stay in for a night. You were in the city for a last minute job interview the next day, and you were lucky enough to meet the owner of the Cortez who has offered you a deal to stay.

You were pretty blown away by his offer, having been at the lounge where you enjoyed a nice glass of lemon water before the man, who introduced himself as James Patrick March, approached you. After some visiting, and many odd but enjoyable questions from him later, he offered you the night for a discounted price of $15. You weren’t sure why, but didn’t dare object.

However, your original plan to call it a night by 8 PM soon turned to 11 PM, then next thing you knew it was 2 in the morning and James and yourself just couldn’t seem to pry away from each other. It was magnetizing being around the other, for both.

James was so beyond intrigued by you. He knew times had changed, and that modern day women weren’t as classy and “well kept” as they were in his day. But you were different, not at all like the females that trotted into the hotel, getting drunk or high and using such foul language with every word, wearing nothing more than a dress that barely covered them. No. You were the classy that James once adored and almost never saw again.

It drew him to you. Not just how you dressed or how you spoke, but your pure and complete innocence. It was something James wanted to protect, he wanted you to keep forever. And he’d make sure of it, if you let him of course.

Though he drank, he, on occasion, would use a foul word, and he had no innocence left in him — you were the opposite of him. And if it were a true myth, James believed it was love at first sight.

That night was the beginning of your most exciting, spoiled life; and that is said with confidence.

You had started returning to see James often, more and more often, until you practically lived there. You met many people, some you enjoyed, some you weren’t fond of. But it was many months later that James finally vowed his love to you, you returning the vow, and James filling you in on part of his secret.

You learned he was a ghost. And for someone like you, it didn’t take much convincing. However, you weren’t scared of him in the slightest. It did make you more cautious around the other ghosts and ghouls that forever took residency in the hotel, but never around James. And he promised himself he’d never allow you to find out of his dark side, the murder side of him. That was a side of him that he kept hidden away because he had found such joy through you that he almost didn’t need to feel the excitement of killing others by his own hands.

He knew someone like you would never be okay with murder. Especially if those who were innocent. And he didn’t expect you to ever change that part of you, so he simply never let you in on that secret side of him.

It was easy.

Besides Devils Night.

That was hard the first time you had been in the hotel during it. But, he was able to keep you preoccupied long enough with the help of Liz to get the night over with, where he expressed to the other monsters he guessed that you were completely and utterly off limits.

But the years spent together after that, Devils Night was never a concern. You never even caught on.

But the years spent with James were years he spoiled you rotten. He’d buy you anything you expressed interest in. He’d shower you in flowers. He’d run you a bath every night. He simply could not do enough for you to feel satisfied, because he was just that in love with you.

And though you were just as in love with him, he’d never allow you to go above and beyond for him the way he did for you. You would try, and he’d stop you. The most you were able to do for him was buy him his favorite cologne or alcohol, even when you had no idea about anything alcohol related. He loved the gesture, but never let you do much more.

You weren’t sure what you did to deserve someone like James. Needless to say, you never went to your job interview that first time staying in the hotel. And only a few months later, you basically lived in the hotel. Only some months after that, you stayed with James in his suite 24/7. At that point, you were his and he was yours. Even now, 6 years later.

You made it so easy for him, too. You never questioned anything. He was able to run three quarters of his life with you while using the other quarter to fulfill his murder tendencies and keep the hotel running accordingly. He even managed to keep you from meeting the countess, somehow. He had Liz and Sally to thank for that. He was aware of the mess that could bring, and he was in such a good place with you, wrapped around each others fingers.

That nearly came to an end.

“My love?” You entered the living area of your suite where James had been filling his cup with whatever alcohol he was drinking this time. He glanced at you and smiled brightly.

“Yes dear?” He sips while eyeing you so you’d know you had his full attention. You smiled, a half way smile, not your typical smile, and James immediately became concerned. “What is it? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, James, really.. it’s just.. I had an encounter today. With—“

“Elizabeth.” James finished your sentence, noticeably unhappy by this. You only nodded, allowing him to explain himself. “Ah yes. The time has come that I must tell you about her.” He sighs, taking ahold of your hand gently and leading you to the couch where you allowed him to help you sit, he sitting beside you. “Listen, dear,” he pauses, seeming unsure of where to start.

“I’m not angry, James.” You reassured before he could start again. His eyes seemed to relax as they remained glued to yours. “I just want to know the story from you.”

“What all… did she say.. exactly?” He asked, genuinely curious. He didn’t care about much of anything she could possibly tell you, only if she were to have revealed his deepest secret about his love for murdering, or if she had threatened you at all.

“She only told me of her past with you. I’m unsure whether it was a warning? Like, her way of telling me I should run while I can?” You raised your eyebrow at him curiously before letting a smile take place on your lips. “Not that I would ever listen to such a silly suggestion. I love you too much.” You grabbed his hand this time, squeezing it. “I just had no idea you were ever married.”

James sighed but held your hand tightly, bringing it up to his lips and placing a soft kiss to your knuckles before setting and holding it against his chest.

“I was, yes. A long, long… long time ago. Elizabeth being the original owner of this hotel, we married and I took over. I showered her with all my love, I gave her everything. I thought she was my one and only.” James goes quiet as you tilt your head, letting him finish. “I know now how very wrong I was.” He met your eyes again with sincerity, squeezing your hands that he was still holding against his chest.

“So what happened?” You asked, curious to know more about him. James kept things hidden from you, you were aware of that. But you were much too in love to question him too much, and some things you knew better than to want to know, so you were okay with being kept in the dark. But since this was an opportunity to learn a little more about his past, you couldn’t help but indulge in it.

“She was only using me, dear. I was a means to fill a void that I wasn’t aware was empty and longing for a past lover. She loved my gifts and my attention. But had no interest in loving me like I did her. Later, her past lover showed up out of nowhere and she was planning to run away with him. After that, I no longer cared for her.”

“But, she’s still here? Why?”

James went silent, not sure how to fill this part of the story. He didn’t kill Rudolph or Natacha. But he did lock them in this hotel and remove the door so they’d have to spend eternity here… since they were already vampires and couldn’t die. James felt it was a nice revenge on his now ex-wife, she believes they re-abandoned her all over again. She loves her life in anger and wonder, and it’s so sweet for James to see.

“They left her. Abandoned her again.” He nodded. You frown, feeling somewhat sympathetic for Elizabeth. “Don’t frown for the woman!” James states, a deep frown on his own face. “She was a monster, dear. I know you’re not one to feel this way for anyone you know but, she got all she deserved.”

You gazed at him for a moment as you took in his words before sighing and taking your hands from hi, resting one hand on the side of his face. “I do love you, James. So very much.” James leans into your hand, his eyes closing as he takes in the feeling of your skin against his, your scent so strong and as intoxicating as the alcohol he sips daily. “You don’t have to feel anger anymore, though. You can let it go, all the hurt and betrayal that woman caused you. She is no longer worth your while. For your own happiness, you should let it go.”

James listened to you, knowing your words held so much truth. It amazes him at times, how a woman of your culture could be so intelligent, so mature past your young age. He was blessed beyond words.

“You’re right, dear. You are very right.” He takes ahold of and turns his face into your hand, kissing from your palm up the majority of your soft, fragile arm. You smiled in awe as you watched him, his eyes glancing up to meet yours. “You amaze be every day.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Because you keep me on my toes every day. Never can know just what to expect here, but I would never trade it for anything.”

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