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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Immortality

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2021! Requested by Anon

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Prompt: “I feel strange.”

Summary: Nik and Y/N have been dating for many years, despite Y/N being human. Despite being in love with the Immortal Hybrid, Y/N never wanted the vampire life. Unfortunately, when one of the many enemies of the Mikaelsons steps in, they might not have a choice anymore.

Word Count: 1,493

Category: Angst, Fluff

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I groaned. My head felt floaty, and I couldn't see anything. What was going on?

I took a deep breath. My entire body burned like it was on fire, but for some reason, it wasn't particularly painful. I scrunched my eyebrows together, then realized my eyes were closed.

Oh. That's probably why I can't see, I thought.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. It took me a second, but I recognized my boyfriend's bedroom in the Mikaelson residence. The windows were letting in a little bit of sunlight, but it seemed so much brighter than usual.

"Love?" My boyfriend's soft voice came from beside me. I turned slowly to see him, Nik Mikaelson, staring at me with concern.

"Hi..." I noticed my words were a little slurred, but I couldn't figure out how to fix it.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, reaching one hand up to run it through my hair.

"I feel strange..." I stared off into the distance for a minute, trying to put my finger on it, but when I couldn't I looked back at Nik. "What's going on? Why do I feel so weird?"

Nik didn't speak right away, and that was enough to terrify me. He only ever hesitated to answer me when it came to the really, really bad stuff.

"Nik. What's wrong?" I asked, moving to try and sit up. He quickly put his hands on my shoulders to push me back down, and I expected to slam into the bed since he was so much stronger than me, but I didn't.

He seemed weaker than normal.

"What's the last thing you remember?" he asked gently.

"I... I don't know..." I tried to think, and a few flashes came back. One of Nik's enemies had grabbed me. She... she'd snapped my neck.

I shot straight up in bed, and this time Nik didn't stop me. I looked at him with wild eyes, and the anguish on his face convinced me I wasn't imagining things.

"I got killed," I said. I couldn't tell if I was making a statement or asking a question. Nik stood from the chair he'd placed next to the bed and sat next to me, taking my hands in his.

"Yes. With... vampire blood in your system."

"So that... that means I'm..." I looked at Nik in horror, but he just stared right back. It couldn't be true. I'd never wanted this, never-

"You're a vampire, love."

A vampire. I'm a vampire.

Fuck.

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It took me a long time to be able to process my new reality, and even longer to even begin to come to terms with it. I loved Nik, and I wanted to spend my life with him, but I'd never wanted that life to be eternal.

Even worse, he knew that as well as I did. Every time he looked at me, I could see the guilt in his eyes.

The whole Mikaelson family did their best to help me adjust. At least one of them was with me 24/7, and they made a point of keeping me from killing anyone, since every other vampire they'd known killed at least one person after first being turned. Elijah helped me come to terms with things, Rebekah was the best moral support I could ask for, and Kol kept me from going crazy with all the doom and gloom in the other aspects of my life.

Nik, on the other hand, treated me like I'd shatter in an instant every time he was around me. And in his defense, after I first turned, that was true. But I was trying to adjust now, and the biggest bright spot in my new immortal life was him.

I sat in his study without him, about two weeks after I'd turned. I just stared around the room, looking at the bright light and the beautiful paintings, hearing the shifting of the people in the house and the noises out on the street. Smelling the paint drying on Nik's most recent work. All my senses were heightened now, and sometimes it sucked, but it could also be crazy cool.

I heard someone approaching the door long before they actually reached it, and I turned. A few moments later, Nik entered cautiously, giving me a small smile as he approached.

"Hello love. How are you?"

"I'm doing okay," I said, standing and taking a few steps towards him. "I've been missing you, though."

"I know. I've missed you too. I just... well... I've been aware of a cure for vampirism for a few years now. It was part of an issue with the Mystic Falls children before I met you, but... I couldn't get it. I tried everything I could, love, I truly did, but... I failed."

My heart melted, and I wanted to cry. Tears welled in my eyes, but not because he couldn't get the cure. I wanted to cry because he tried.

"I'm... I'm sorry, love, I know that cure would've meant so much to you-"

"No, Nik, that's not why I'm crying!" I said, shooting forward (accidentally at superspeed) to wrap him in a tight, tight hug. "I'm crying because it's so sweet that you tried to find it for me! Even though it would mean we wouldn't get to be immortal together anymore."

Nik seemed shocked, probably partly because I was actively crying on his shoulder, but after a second he hugged me back.

"Have I mentioned lately how much I hate this whole heightened emotions thing?" I managed to ask through my tears. Nik laughed, and so did I. It felt good to be with him again, dealing with the increasing crazy in our lives together.

"I'm so sorry that knowing me got you into this, love," he said after a minute, calmly rubbing small circles on my back. "I can keep trying to get to the cure, if you want me to."

I sighed and pulled back, just enough so I could look at my boyfriend. I wanted to make sure he knew I meant the words I said next.

"Nik, we both know I never wanted this. I can't pretend differently." Nik hung his head, but I reached out and gently lifted his chin to get him to meet my eyes again. "But... it happened. And one of the reasons we work so well is that I fight tooth and nail to look on the bright side, no matter what it takes. And right now? I've got the best bright side in the world. I've got eternity with you."

"Do you really mean that? You didn't want to be immortal when I asked, before all this mess."

"I know. If I had the choice, I would've chosen to stay human rather than make the change. But now that I have changed... now that your siblings have helped me work through it a little bit, and I've started to see some of the upsides... I don't think I want to go back. I like the idea of living with you, and not having it end."

"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that," he breathed, leaning his forehead to rest against mine. I smiled.

"I feel like I have a pretty good idea." Nik huffed a laugh, then used one hand to tilt my chin up and pull me into a kiss.

Instantly, my whole body exploded with fireworks. Nik had been mostly gone since I'd been turned, which made this the first time since I'd turned that we'd kissed. I pulled back after just a few seconds and looked at him with wide eyes.

"I'm that good, am I?" he asked, amusement written all over his face. When I didn't hit him with my usual snarky retort after a few seconds, he spoke again. "It's always like that for me. Part of the heightened senses and all."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me earlier?" I demanded. Nik laughed, then quickly pulled me back in for another kiss. I kissed him back as hard as I could, and suddenly all those cliché moments where Nik had told me he was worried about being able to hold back with me made perfect sense.

Being a vampire would never be a cakewalk. There would always be drawbacks, and the things about immortal life that originally turned me away would always be there. But with Nik by my side every step of the way, I finally felt for the first time since I'd turned that everything was going to be better than alright.

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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 3 years

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9 - No Right Choice

Prompt: #9 “There’s no right side to this”

Fandom: You (Joe Goldberg x Reader x Love Quinn)

Word Count: 845 words.

Summary: You confront Love’s past actions after you managed to escape Joe’s cage.

Warnings: Yandere theme, threats, kidnapping, swearing.

You lunge inside your apartment and violently close the door behind you, your fingers rapidly turning the lock before you run directly on the right to get to your kitchen. Your chest hurts as your breathing seems to get heavier, your eyes spotting the set of sharp knives as soon as you enter the room. You take a leap towards them before you can even register a single one of your thoughts, your survival instincts taking over everything else.

“What are you doing?”

You let out a scream upon hearing the voice, your head snapping towards the origin of it in an instant. Your eyes widen as soon as you recognize Love standing between the kitchen’s entrance and the living room’s, a worried expression settled on her face. It worsens when she watches you grab one of the knives, your fingers holding it tightly as you point it at her in a threatening away.

“Stay back!” You arm trembles, the fear rushing into your veins as you look intently at her. “Don’t come close to me!”

“(Y/N)…!” She slowly raises her hands in front of her, her lips stretching into a hard smile. “You don’t need to worry…! I’m not gonna hurt you-”

“That’s bullshit!” Anger flashes in your eyes, tears prickling in their corners. “You think I don’t what you did?”

She slowly opens her mouth, hesitance lingering in her eyes for a moment. “Did what…? I’ve only been a good friend to you-”

“I know you killed Delilah!” The tears fall down your cheeks, your fingers turning white as you take a step forward. “You killed her, Love! And for what…? ‘Cause she was flirting with me?”

Her expression falters down to one filled with despair, her eyes saddening as she slightly lowers her hands. “Who told you that…?”

“Joe.” You give out a chuckle empty of any joy, your body shaking as you remember the last few days you’ve gone through. “Got to chat a lot with him when he had me trapped in his cage.”

A strange glint appears in her eyes, words flying out of her mouth fast as she holds on to that piece of information you gave her. “He did what?-”

“Oh, don’t act all innocent.” You make a gesture in the air with the knife, your features stretching into a hateful expression. “You were planning to do the exact same thing to me. He just happened to beat you to the punch.”

“No, I wasn’t…!” She takes a step towards you, your breathing itching in your throat as she does so. “You have to believe me, (Y/N)… I… I was planning to treat you so much better than he was!-”

“Better…?” You give out a hollow laugh, grinding your teeth. “There’s no right side to this, Love. Whatever’s going on in that psychopathic mind of yours… you are not a better choice.” You take a few steps towards the kitchen’s second exit, the one that would lead you directly to your front door. “Neither is Joe… and none of you are going to change that fact.”

“… is that what you think?” All sweetness disappears from her face, her eyes darkening just as she lowers her hands next to her body. “Well, you’re not gonna stop me from trying, sweetie.”

Your eyes widen when you see her take more than a few steps towards your form, your own legs moving quicker to get you out of the room. “If you come closer, I will stab you!”

“We both know you don’t have the guts to do that.” She gives out a hard smile, your breathing accelerating along with your heartbeat. “But we do.”

Slight confusion takes over your mind, your feet taking another step back. “We…?-”

You give out a yelp when your back hits something, or rather someone, the mere shock of it causing you to drop your knife on the ground. You barely have time to turn around that the person’s hands grab your shoulders tightly, your eyes widening with fear once you register Joe’s worried expression a few centimetres away from your face. You locked the door! How the hell did he get in so quickly?

“You…!”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N)…” He gives you a smile filled with empathy and sorrow, his teary eyes begging you to forgive him. “We just love you too much to let you go…”

You open your mouth to protest, ready to kick or punch to free yourself from his grip, but Love is quicker and manages to press a tissue soaked with chloroform against your face. You give out a scream as you try to push their hands away, but their grip on you is so tight, you have no choice but to breathe in the liquid. Soon, your eyes flutter close, your body going limp as Joe secures his arms around you. He presses his lips against your forehead and whispers something in your ear just as you lose consciousness, the sound of Love’s sigh of relief being the last thing you register before the darkness takes over.

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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You Were There || Nancy Wheeler

FANDOM: Stranger Things

PAIRINGS: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Harrington!Reader - [as always, reader is adopted!]

REQUESTED: Can I get a Nancy Wheeler x Reader in which the reader is Steve's sister and comforts her after Nancy and Steve break up? Thanks!!

A.N: As always, yall are related through adoption cause inclusion <3 also this started as a fictober from LAST year and I picked it up again and just put in a different prompt and already this ask was old. So this request is like at least 3 years old oml im sorry. Lmao i mean,, hey that's my thing. I may usually take an ungodly amount of time but unless I specifically seek you out and tell you I've given up your request, I get it done eventually💀💀💀💀

FICTOBER PROMPT 22: "No promises"

WARNINGS: implied smut but not really since I'm a terrified ace 🤙

SEQUEL: You Weren't There

Being the sister of King Steve Harrington was in no way boring, he made sure of that. Ever since you were welcomed home in diapers, you clashed at every turn. Everything was a competition, every meal at the dinner table was a fight to the death for the last plate of food, and fridge space was sacred territory to earn. It was neither your fault or his of course, but your father's; Mr. Harrington. A rather cold man, with unflinchingly rigid rules and standards for his children.

And yet, despite this and against all odds, you and your brother were shockingly close. The universe seemed to push you two together no matter how much you tried to stretch apart, and by the time you guys reached high school, you both stopped trying.

You were there when Steve attracted the attention of Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins and the rest of Hawkins High with his basketball skills. Girls started noticing him, the scummiest of guys would try to saddle up with you to get closer to him, or vice versa. Not that you let it go anywhere.

You were there, watching hopelessly as your brother's new craptactular choice in friends sucked him into this weird douchey bubble of popularity. This dragged you in by association but you never gave the nauseating duo the time of day or anyone else for that matter.

And you were there when Nancy Wheeler, an admittedly adorable and frustratingly sweet sophomore came into the picture. She had taken to your brother quite quickly as he had her, much to your frustration. You didn't quite understand it at first. Why it infuriated you so. Every time she became a blushing, giggling mess around Steve and not you.

And it wasn't until that fateful November night on your back porch that things began to change in many different ways. The unforgiving autumn air clashed with the tepid temperature of your pool creating an eery blanket of steam that floated across your backyard. The air wreaked of chlorine and cheap beer, and breaking through were the echoes of Carol Perkins's shrill laugh and your mother's stereo blasting Modern English's I'll Melt With You.

Your parents were out of town for all the wrong reasons and instead of getting a nice quiet night in you were stuck as a sixth wheel at Steve's little party. You sensed Nancy's friend Barbara Holland was having just as much fun as you were, so you tried to make nice but it didn't take. She seemed much too sour from how Nancy was acting and you suspected she didn't quite trust you yet given your status and affiliation with the boy who was stealing away her best friend. So you stopped trying. And much to your surprise, your eyes found Nancy more and more as the night stretched on.

And your heart sank into your stomach when she disappeared upstairs with your brother.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

You were there once more when Steve began to doubt Nancy's loyalty. When Tommy and Carol began to feed your brother's head with lies that turned him into someone you didn't recognize.

You were there to smack some sense into him when you found what he and his 'friends' had graffitied on the Hawk Theater.

You were not there when Steve reflected on your words, recalling how miserable he had been since he had welcomed these people into his life. And you weren't there when he told Tommy and Carol off, ditching them to apologize to Nancy and Jonathan.

When he rushed to the Byers house, still bruised and bloodied as he pounded his still raw and bleeding knuckles on the front door, the person he least expected to answer the door was Nancy.

"Wait-- Nancy? W-what are you doing here?"

His eyes flew past her shoulder, doing a double-take, and then bulged when he saw the boy he had come to apologize to, was handing a giant knife to his sister.

"Hey-- Woah, woah-- wha...?"

"Steve, get out." Nancy seethed. Her voice was low and demanding, a fierce expression on her face that hid the fear in her eyes. "Now."

Steve shook away whatever idea was burrowing into his head, knowing he didn't have any room to mess up with her again.

"You know what? I don't care, I just-"

"Steve--"

"I just, I messed --" he hit the doorframe repeatedly in frustration with himself. "I messed up! I messed up!"

Had it been any other day, you would have been proud of what your brother was doing here and now. Just as much as you'd be a little bit crushed when you saw Nancy visibly softening, only a little given the circumstance, at his apology.

"I just, I wanna make things right,"

Unfortunately, Steve had a knack for poor timing these days. He only picked the very moment you and your new friends had just summoned an inter-dimensional monster to wise up and do the right thing.

Better late than never, you supposed, given he turned out to be a huge help in the long run. Pretty damn decent with a bat though, and you turned out to wield some pretty mean kitchen knives.

You'd think monster hunting with your new gang would be a one-time deal. Nope. Cause guess what?

Yet again, you were there when the monsters returned with a vengeance. It didn't start all at once, not as much it had the first time around.

It had been smooth sailing for months. At least, for Steve and the girl you feared you had fallen in love with. They had reconciled, and while you were happy Steve was back to his old self, and that the two were happy, well... Is it so mean to say they were maybe a little too happy? You definitely could have done without the late-night visits. It always involved last-minute walks around the block on your part when things got a little too fun and it only shattered your heart when it happened.

You were there -- unfortunately-- when their activities ran a little longer and it was too cold to go for a walk. You'd have the TV blasted at full volume, the only indication they had finished was when Nancy came down in your brother's tee-shirt and boxers to get a glass of water or a little snack.

Her cheeks would flush an adorable pink, and she'd do that stupid cute thing where she grinned bashfully at the floor. And despite her shyness, and your discomfort with everything going on you two would almost always end up talking long into the night about anything and everything.

She'd go on about some teacher she had been trying to please at school, and you'd laugh from where you sat next to her at the breakfast bar, and say to her something about how to survive whatever hellish class she was in. Then you'd go on about college applications and how much pressure your dad was putting on you and Steve to be the best, and in turn, she'd smile and jump at the chance to help. She'd then confide in you about her growing guilt with Barb's death, and you'd cup her trembling hand and tell her you'd be happy to help in any way.

Cause you were, just as much as she was to help you. Nights like these became more and more common, and as they did, you allowed yourself to notice she was spending less and less time with Steve. You became the rock — her rock and it tore you up how happy you were to have that privilege.

She was there. She was there when you realized you had completely fallen for Nancy Wheeler.

And you were there when she fell out of love with your brother.

As the anniversary of Barb's death crept closer, you could see the toll it was taking on her. Any mention of Barb or even anything her mind could connect to her late best friend sent her into a panic attack. Poor Steve wanted to do anything and everything to help her, but he just didn't know how. You tried to convince yourself you were doing this for Nancy's sake, and you weren't being a selfish girlfriend stealer but you just knew. You just knew how to make Nancy better — how to help her.

You were there.

You were there when it happened. Nancy came to you, stiff as a board and eyes drifting out into the distance as she tried to collect herself. And when you asked her what was wrong, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder she burst into tears and swallowed you in a hug.

She and Steve had gotten into another fight, and by the sounds of things, they were over. You hated to say you had seen this coming, maybe because you knew on some level you had secretly, selfishly been hoping for it. Or maybe because the more time marched on from that horrible night, the less they saw eye to eye. The guilt of Barb's death was something you feared would eventually destroy her.

You were there to pick up the pieces.

"Nance, you're being too hard on yourself,"

"But I'm not, Y/n!" She wept, picking her tear-stained face up from her palms to look at you. She swayed slightly under your touch, your arm tucked over her back and rubbing circles across her shoulder blades. "That night, she told me — she asked me to leave with her and I didn't. I could have been there, I could have stopped-"

Another heavy and sudden sob escaped, interrupting her own words and you sternly shook your head.

"No, Nance, you just don't know that. You don't know that, okay? Listen to me," surprised by your sudden shift in tone, she quieted, her wide eyes peering up at you and making your heart skip a beat. "Yeah, alright. She asked you to leave with her. She even told you told she didn't want to go, right? But you didn't, and you did. And you can't change what happened but, was it your fault that monster was loose?"

"...no, but--"

"Did you know it was out there when you told her to leave? Or that it even existed?"

"Of course not, but--"

"But nothing, Nance," you plead, your tone begging and hand laid delicately on her forearm. Begging her to see the Nancy you saw, hoping by some chance to pull her out of the pit you were beginning to fear you'd lose her to. "You never intended-- you never could have predicted what could have happened. Fight or not. And, you should have your best friend here with you today. But you don't, and that is something I can't make better, no matter how much I want to,"

Nancy sniffled. She hastily swiped at her nose and leaned into your embrace, dropping her head on your shoulder as you two sat together on a bench in the park.

"What happened sucks. But you know what? As terrible as it sounds, some good things came out of that night too,"

She gave you a pathetic scoff and peered up at you with puffy blue eyes. "Like what?"

"Well," you began, your eyes drawing out of the park. Autumn was quickly settling in, the very trees around you set ablaze in color. The wind picked up and carried a breeze that swept over the two of you, prompting you to draw her in closer to your side which she eagerly accepted. Keeping an eye out for any prying ears, you kept your voice low as you continued. "For one thing, if you hadn't gone looking for her you probably would have never found out about the Demogorgon. At least, not in time to learn about it and warn the others. We wouldn't have been able to team up with Jonathan and it might have been there waiting for the chief and Joyce when they went for Will. And,"

"-they might not have made it back,"

"And Jonathan might not have his little brother. Or his mom..."

There was a beat of silence. One carried away with the sound of a child laughing not too far in the distance as his older sister chased him into a pile of leaves.

"But we don't know that. That's all... speculation."

"Maybe. But it's something to think about." You say, gently prodding her knee with your own to grab her attention. "You know what else might not have happened?"

Nancy took a deep inhale, welcoming every prick of sensation the cold air brought to her lungs as she propped her chin up on your shoulder. You considered it a victory when you realized she had stopped crying. "What?"

"We might not have become so close,"

To your surprise, a tiny chuckle broke loose. "Yeah right,"

"I'm serious," you smirk, giving her knee a gentle and playful nudge with your own. "Saving the world tends to bring people together,"

"I would have found my way to you one way or another," she says mindlessly, eyes lost in the trees as she hugs your arm for warmth. But you were looking at her now, your heart skipping a beat. It seemed only now to have hit her, and she can barely look you in the eye before erupting into a blush and shaking her head. "I mean- you know..." her smile fell at what she said next, taking yours with it. "with Steve and I..."

"Right,"

Just like that, everything changed. The spark of playfulness that had just begun to kindle was snuffed out and left in you both in the cold. Her relationship with Steve had just ended. She didn't need you swarming around her dead relationship like some vulture, and neither did your brother. You loved them both. And you couldn't ever bring yourself to force anything.

The thought to leave was tempting. And the beginnings of an "It's getting late" were jumping off your tongue when Nancy Wheeler changed everything a second time.

"You're right though,"

Her eyes were wide and glassy but a firey force of determination burned bright within them as she clung to you like a life preserver. Her voice was tight and rushed like she was ripping the bandaid off before she could even register any more potential heartbreak that might follow. But she knew she had your permission to continue when you relaxed back into the bench, your concerned gaze fixed intently on her. A very vulnerable, two-inches tall Nancy who was summoning all her courage into getting through the next few minutes unscathed. A Nancy who was only just now fully embracing a side of herself she had been pushing back, a confession not only to you but to herself.

"It wouldn't have mattered," she mutters in realization. Another sniffle tore through the silence left in hesitation, neither of you sure if it was due to her crying or the crisp weather. "I still would have spent my days with Steve. I still would have... thrown myself into his world. Blindly. And it would have been fun — it would have been... exciting," she smiles bitterly at herself and shakes her head, unable to meet your eyes.

Tears spill from her eyelids, racing down her pinkened cheeks and this time she doesn't wipe them away. It isn't until she regathers the courage to return your gaze that she clears the path for more with the quick swipe of her hand.

"but I still would have been lonely. I still would have been living this perfect, hallow life. I still would have been left feeling..." her eyes wander in a haze, lost for words until she notices your breath twirling in the air as it turned to steam. "cold."

You looked down at your hand when you feel her own reaching sadly for yours. You let her take it, watching as her fingers entwined themselves with yours; searching out your warmth and giving you what little she had.

"And I still would h- I still would have found myself awake most nights. Wondering when I'd get the excitement back. Wondering if I'd get that warmth. And I still would have found my way downstairs and," the corners of her lips hooked into a small smiled at your intertwined hands. "and I still would have found it. I still would have kept coming back. Every night. Cause you were there. Cause those late nights in the kitchen with you were more exciting, more thrilling, more warm than anything I had with Steve. And I was... terrified. Terrified to admit that--"

Another laugh broke loose faster than the last, cutting off her own words. It was bitter and victorious all at once; like she had finally triumphed over something heavy inside her. And she had.

"that all this time I had been with the wrong Harrington."

Her eyes were on your lips in the seconds it took you to entangle your hand in the back of her hair and guide her forward into a long-awaited kiss. You could feel her shock at first, but your heart melted and exploded all at once when you felt her kiss you back. Her first instinct was to pull you close; her hand reaching for the nape of your neck only to pull back along with you at the sudden contact of her cold hand meeting your skin.

Her forehead rested against yours as you both broke apart, allowing the lingering heat of the kiss to fill your hearts. No, not heat. It was warmth.

"I-I'm sorry," she says, pulling herself - even her icy hands - away from yours and glancing up at your neck.

You quickly shook your head.

"No, no. Don't be sorry, I'm the one who--" it was your turn to scoff at yourself, and you did so shaking your head. "who just kissed you. Hours after your relationship fell apart. With my brother." You closed you eyes and let out a harsh sigh.

"Hey," Nancy eased, gently pulling you away from planting your face in your hands. "It wasn't like that and you know it. I'm..." despite the pain lingering in her heart for Steve she couldn't deny what she felt with you. "I'm glad you did."

You felt it again. Her fingers traced the back of your hand, asking permission to lace within yours and you gladly gave it. The two of you held onto one another like a lifeline, and when she looked deep into your eyes it was only confirmation every word she had spoken was true. And your heart soared.

"I'm willing to see where this goes if you are," she said, and again you felt your heart shatter and melt all at once with guilt and pure joy. For so long this was all you had wanted. This was all some twisted wish fulfilling itself at the cost of Steve's happiness. At her's. The thought of her having second thoughts down the road was a whole other door you didn't dare open. You opened your mouth to speak your concerns but she had already beat you to it. "But I think we should take things slow. I don't want to risk whatever this could be. And... I need to focus on other things right now. But I don't want to do any of it without you."

A single streak of that warmth was now leaking through and racing down your cheek and reaching your smiling lips. All you could do was nod.

"I'd really like that,"

It was the first time all day she had shown you a real, genuine, toothy smile. And it was her turn to pull you in for a kiss. It was soft and sweet and reminded you of her.

Pulling away, you took the opportunity to rest your head on her open shoulder. Not moments after, you felt her head rest over yours in turn and you drew in on long, shaky, blissful breath,

"You know eventually he will find out," and released an uneasy sigh. "I don't know what I'll tell him."

"We can tell him together. When we're ready."

"And if he doesn't take it well?"

"It will definitely take him some time," she says, and you feel her head shift on yours. She was looking back down at your intertwined hands. Not in doubt but reassurance. "I mean, hell, I'm gonna need some time... But it's Steve. I can see him staying mad at me, but never you. You're too important to him." You smiled at that. "But I have a feeling we're all gonna be just fine, we'll figure it out,"

You gave her hand a thankful squeeze as you sat in comfortable silence. It was always common between you two. Even on the nights you two had sought each other out. And like your brother, your horrible sense of Harrington humor and timing kicked in.

"As long as there are no late-night talks between the two of you," you quipped without thinking. You winced, hoping she had detected the total playfulness in your tone, directed only at the complicated history the two of you were currently weaving.

The split-second silence would have frightened you had it not been for the slight movement of her laughing. "No promises,"

Biting back your smirk, you softly elbowed her and she laughed at your soft, 'ah hush,'.

And as your laughter slowly faded away to wistful simpers, both your eyes simultaneously fell to your intertwined hands. Releasing your hand, she opened her palm to reveal a long jagged scar, and watched as you mirrored her actions to reveal your own. They were the scars left from the night you, Nancy, and Jonathan had summoned the Demogorgon. The day Will Byers was found — the day Will Byers came back to life.

The first night Nancy truly realized. You were there.

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asgardwinter · 3 years

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Not The Alcohol

fictober day 16 | “Not this again.”

summary | Loki doesn’t drink too much, at least not often. But when he does it can lead to some… extra loving situations.

fandom | Marvel

pairing | Loki x Reader

warnings | mentions and consumption of alcohol, fluff, a lot of use of the word “love” (you know, affectioned Loki and all…)

word count | 365

author’s note | I’ve got mixed feelings about this one, but anyways I hope you enjoy it…

🍁 fictober 2021 masterlist 🍁 Loki Laufeyson masterlist 🍁

Thor brought a lot of Asgardian mead. Too much actually.

Loki never was one to drink more than he could handle, most because of his need to keep everything under his control. If he drank too much, he wouldn’t be as alert as he needed and the outcome of that was never good.

You found out that was far from a common day when he was more… openly happy than his usual self. That quickly drove you to the conclusion he might’ve drank a bit more, but only a bit, right?

“Not this again.” You mumbled between chuckles. The moment you felt Loki’s arms around you suddenly in front of everyone in Tony’s small gathering, you knew it wasn’t just a bit. “Is everything alright?” You asked him as you leaned against his chest.

“Why would it be different?”

“I don’t know. Just checking.”

“I’m feeling perfectly fine right now.” Loki declared leaving a caring kiss to the top of your head. “Maybe more than fine.”

“Good to hear it.” You smiled, hands finding his that circled your waist.

Nat, who was near you at the bar, was having a lot of fun observing the unusual scene. Turning in his arms to look at his face, you touched his cheek lightly and Loki leaned into your hand so easily it made your heart do a weird flip.

“Oh, I love you so much, my love.” The giggle escaped your lips at the messy declaration — the type Loki rarely would let slip — was stronger than you. “I don’t know why you laugh at it. I love you.”

“I underestimated the whole asgardian alcohol thing going on.” You joked, but he didn’t see it as such.

“There is absolutely nothing to do with ‘the whole asgardian alcohol thing going on’ you mention.” Loki warned you, index finger bopping your nose. “You’re an incredible little midgardian. I love you too much.”

He smashed you against his chest before you had a chance to reply, his strong grip keeping you in place but it was also so comfortable and… safe.

“I love you too.” You told him with your voice muffled against his chest, smiling so much your cheeks hurt.

ps: I really think Loki would be extra affectionate in that moment when he had a little too much but still not truly drunk 🙃 (now I have a taglist!)

#fictober21 #loki x reader #loki x you #loki imagine #loki blurb #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson blurb #loki laufeyson x reader #loki layfeyson imagine #loki fluff #loki x reader fluff #loki x gn!reader #loki x gender neutral reader #marvel x reader #gn!reader

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marvelslut16 · 3 years

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Beloved

Prompt number: 1 "I need you"

Fandom: Vampire Diaries

Paring: Damon Salvatore x reader

Rating: T

Word count: 3.6k+ (this is longer than I originally planned)

Warnings: Some Bonnie hate. Death but not...gory I think? Spoilers for season 2 episode 2, even though this show is old now. Mentions blood. Blood drinking, I mean they are vampires. Alludes to the reader having very absentee parents. Probably ooc Damon, whoops.

A/N: His eyes are doing some weird things in this gif, lmao. I started this in like February of 2020, but here it finally is!

Like everyone, you thought Damon was hot the moment you set your eyes on him for the first time. The way his black hair was styled, and how his button up clung to his muscles, he was insatiable. But unlike everyone else, you had befriended him, and he trusted you more than anyone else. It was the first time since 1864 that he had put his faith and trust into a person, let alone a human.

Like his brother, Damon had feelings for Elena, or so you thought. And while it pained you to watch him pining for your friend, you just wanted both of them happy. Yeah, you had some school girl crush on him, but you would never let your feelings for a guy ruin your friendship with anyone. Well, almost anyone. While you disagreed that Damon should open the tomb, you stood by his side while everyone else stabbed him in the back. You wanted him happy, even if that meant more pain for you. After Bonnie’s Grams died from the ritual she had it out for Damon, always blaming him for every little thing that went wrong in Mystic Falls. This caused a rift in your once strong friendship with her.

You’ve been friends with Bonnie, Caroline, and Elena since you four were in diapers. Bonnie trusted you with her powers from the very beginning, telling you and Elena about them together. However, you had found out about vampires by accident. You were getting some fresh air at the haunted house, running into the whole mess with Vicki. Some kid inside had pushed you, causing you to cut your hand on a jagged edge of a decoration. When Vicki smelled your blood she went crazy, leaving a bleeding Elena to go over to you. Stefan saved your life that night, and Damon refused to make his best friend forget the truth about what he is.

Weeks- months- have passed since that day, and you never left the older brother's side. Metaphorically, of course you physically did, you obviously have school and stuff. And in a whirlwind at your high school’s carnival, you had found out that Caroline had turned into a vampire. You’re strangely calm about the entire thing, pissed, but calm. If anyone could be a good vampire, it was Caroline Forbes.

“You aren’t killing her!” both you and Elena tell Damon at the same time. His eyes are hard as he stares at Elena, but soften when he sees the pain in yours.

“She knows who we are,” he tries to reason. “She’s a liability.”

“She won’t tell anyone!” you glare at your best friend. “Caroline is strong, she can get through this!”

“And what if she hurts you?” he snaps back, Elena and Stefan share a shocked look. Damon only cares about two people; himself, and Katherine.

“Then we cross that bridge when we come to it,” you huff out in anger. “But no matter what, you don’t hurt Caroline.”

You can tell by the look on Stefan’s face that he agrees with Damon, especially after the older one brings up Vicki. It’s two to two, the Salvatore brothers vs. you and Elena. Well, it’s technically three to one, since Stefan doesn’t want to upset Elena and sides with her. You storm out of the room in search of Caroline, walking right past Damon as he calls your name.

When you find Caroline her face is covered in blood, the carnie that was flirting with Bonnie earlier in the night lying dead behind the newly transitioned vamp. You arrive at the scene shortly before Elena and Stefan, hearing Damon tell Caroline he’s going to kill her.

“Damon, please,” you're close to falling to your knees and begging. “Don’t do this!”

“I’m doing this for you,” his voice is low, and he won’t turn away from the blonde to look at you. “To save you. The hunger could be too much, she could snap and kill you too.”

“Or she could learn to control it!” as you're talking Damon’s raising his hand to stab her, quite literally, in the back. Before the wooden stake can touch her, Stefan vamp speeds and yanks it from Damon’s hold.

Caroline runs into your arms and away from Elena, her voice is shrill and broken as she yells at her friend. You try to soothe her as Elena explains that Katherine was the one to hurt her. Caroline’s voice is bound to grab attention, so Stefan goes to take her inside and clean her up so Damon can bury the body. Before Caroline can walk inside, Bonnie walks out to the group and the witch’s face falls.

Your friendship with Bonnie was already on the outs, hating how she so blatantly lied when it came to the Gilbert device. But what was left of the friendship crumbles even more when she shakes her head and backs away from Caroline when she realizes what the blonde now is. Stefan pulls a now crying Caroline into the school.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” tears pour down Bonnie’s face as she realizes that her friend killed the guy she sorta liked.

“Don’t pout about it,” Damon rolls his eyes, carrying a shovel over to where the body is. “We’ve got a body to bury.”

Before Damon can do anything with the body, he grabs his head and falls to his knees. He groans out in pain and you know that Bonnie is giving him multiple aneurysms. You don’t know what to do at first, watching everything unfold in shock. Especially frightened by the fact that Bonnie doesn’t seem to care that she’s hurting someone, she seems proud of what she’s doing.

The witch continues to hurt Damon as she turns on a hose that’s lying a few feet away, water pours out and inches near Damon. Damon is still lying on the ground in pain, you're letting her hurt the man you love. But you can’t do anything, you're rooted to the ground in shock and your voice dies in your throat as you try to call for her to stop.

“I told you what would happen if anyone else got hurt,” there’s no remorse in her voice, she is proud that she’s hurting him.

“I didn’t do this!” Damon cries out in pain, and it snaps you from your shock induced trance.

“Bonnie, it wasn’t his fault,” Elena tries to reason with her friend.

“Bonnie stop it!” you scream at her. “He didn't do anything!”

“Everything that happens is his fault,” Damon is rolling on the ground groaning in pain. Your heart clenches, you don’t know how to help him, how to get Bonnie to see reason.

Bonnie lights the water that's making its way towards Damon on fire, not letting up on the anyersms. He can’t move in that much pain, she’s going to kill him! She’s about to become the thing she hates, she’s about to become the monster.

“No!” an earth shattering cry rips from your lungs. Not Damon. Not Damon! “Bonnie stop, you're gonna kill him!”

When she doesn’t stop you let instinct take over, jumping over the flames to get to her. Your body moves on its own accord when you see Damon's legs on fire, arm raising up you slap her in the face to break concentration. His screams were all you could hear, gnawing at your heart. You just wanted them to stop, just wanted him to be okay! You gasp and so does Elena, neither of you expecting you to smack your friend.

The slap makes Bonnie stop hurting Damon, the aneurysms stop and so does the fire. His screams stop too, and you can hear his panting as he puts himself out. The only problem is that her rage is now directly on you, gasping as the most excruciating feeling washes over you. The only thing you can focus on is the pain you’re in, though migraines were bad nothing could ever prepare you for the pounding in your head now. Your stomach churns and your knees go weak from the pain, dizziness has you collapsing at Bonnie’s feet.

You're aware of the screams leaving your lips, but you can't focus on them as the pain gets worse and worse. You think you can hear other voices' screams mix with yours but the pain is becoming unbearable. Your vision is spinning and going black around the edges, the dark slowly seeping further and further until that's all you see. And all at once everything fades, there’s no more screams, no more pain, and no more vision.

“No, no, no, no,” Damon drops to your side, the word leaving his mouth like a prayer. He uses his fangs to rip the skin on his wrist, shoving the bleeding arm into your mouth. “Please, please be okay. You need to be okay, I need you!”

Bonnie finally snaps out of her trance, backing away and crying more as she realizes what she's done. Elena is staring at her in shock and horror. Bonnie expects rage from Damon, expects to be killed by the vampire. But it never comes. He doesn’t even look up at Bonnie, he’s too busy cradling your body to his chest, keeping his arm in your mouth. Hoping, begging, that he gave you his blood fast enough.

A tear slips down the heartless vampire’s cheek as Stefan and Caroline make their way back outside. Caroline immediately runs to your side wanting to help, and Stefan walks to Elena with confusion written on his face. His brother would never hurt you, so why did he have to give you blood? He can't remember the last time he saw Damon cry.

Overwhelmed by all the people and their stares, Damon runs back to the boarding house with you in his arms. He gently lays you on his bed before grabbing an entire decanter of his best whiskey from his bedside table, drinking straight from it, sitting in a chair beside the bed as more tears silently fall down his face. He listens closely as your already faint heartbeat disappears altogether, tearing a hole in his heart. Nausea crashes over him, he lost the only good thing in his life because of his attitude.

Damon throws the chair he’s sitting in against the wall, it cracks into pieces that fall to the floor. The empty decanter soon follows, the glass shattering, the pieces of glass winking in the light. He leaves the room when he hears Stefan enter the house, ignoring his brother he heads straight to the basement to get blood. Stefan listens closely, stomach plummeting when he can’t hear your heartbeat.

You wake with a gasp, trying to fill your lungs with as much air as humanly possible. Your throat is burning! And surprisingly your head doesn’t hurt anymore, and neither does your stomach. You sit up and take in your surroundings, you're in Damon’s room, noting the broken chair and glass in a corner, something that wasn’t there the other day. Everything is so loud! The rustling of the trees outside the window sounds like someone’s scratching something next to your ear, and you can hear the open and close of a fridge below.

“D,” you call softly, you swear you can hear the smack of what sounds like a blood bag hitting the floor. “Damon?” you try louder.

You blink and when your eyes open again Damon’s standing right next to the bed. He looks so relieved and pulls you into a hug. You melt into his arms, but what's that intoxicating smell? You pull away sniffing the air, eyes landing on the blood bag on the bedside table. No, you think, this can’t be happening.

“Damon?” your eyes are large and filling with water, there is no way you could be dead. He doesn’t answer, just pulls you into his arms again, eventually shifting so you’re on his lap. “What happened? The last thing I can remember is Bonnie- oh my God! She killed me,” you're hyperventilating now, Bonnie killed you!

“It all happened so fast,” Damon's voice is softer than you’ve ever heard. “I thought I was too late, I didn’t think I gave you my blood in time. I was so scared, (Y/N). I thought I lost you,” his body shakes with a sob.

“I’m dead,” you curl in closer to your best friend. “What happens now?”

“I’ll be by your side the entire time, we’ll get through this,” he pulls away to look you in the eyes, his are puffy and red. “I’ll even teach the Stefan diet, I thought I lost you.” you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. Your new found strength pulling him faster and harder than you planned. “But I need you to drink this for me,” he reaches around you, grabbing the blood bag.

“I’m scared,” you admit quietly.

“I know, sweetheart,” he rubs your back in soothing circles, cradling your head to his chest. “But I’ll be right here for everything, every bad day, for your first hunt, especially for your first compulsion.”

You laugh lightly at how excited he seems about you using compulsion for the first time. You take a deep breath, grabbing the bag from him. You look him in the eyes as you take your first sip of blood, its strangely erotic. The blood coats your throat soothing the unbearable heat, it’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted. Even better than your favorite meal! You let out a sigh as you continue to drink the blood down, you can feel the blood in your veins rushing to underneath your eyes, the fangs poking through your gums. You’re officially a vampire. You feel strangely full when you finish the blood bag, the exact opposite of what Stefan and Damon have said in the past.

The door downstairs opens and shuts, you can hear Elena’s worried voice asking about you. You can also hear her footfalls as she pushes past Stefan and runs up the stairs. She’s standing in the doorway, a worried look adorns her face as she glances between you and the recently discarded blood bag.

“Don’t get too close,” Stefan warns as Elena walks into Damon's room. Your face and spirits fall, you would never hurt Elena. Seeing the hurt, she ignores Stefan and runs to your side, pulling you into a hug. You can hear both vamps make sounds of worry as you hug her back.

“You’re gonna be okay,” she runs a hand over your hair to calm you. She’s always known what to say to make you feel better, but you aren’t sure if her soothing words will help this time.

“You have amazing control,” Damon says in disbelief, standing from his bed to pull you back into his arms.

“Aren’t you thirsty?” Stefan has walked into the room by now.

“No?” it’s more of a question than a statement. “Is that a bad thing?”

“We’ve never seen it before,” Stefan admits, pulling Elena into his side.

“I always knew you were special,” Damon buries his face in your neck. You melt into his arms, the contact warming your now dead soul.

“How’s Caroline?” you start to panic, upset with yourself that you hadn’t thought of her sooner. “Please tell me no one hurt her.”

“No one touched her,” Stefan lets out an incredulous laugh, and Damon’s grip around your waist tightens. “I’ll teach her how to control herself and Damon will help you, not that you need much guidance with that control you have.”

“We’ll give you two some space now,” Elena winks at you, pulling Stefan towards his own room when Damon nuzzles your neck further.

You spend the entire night wrapped in Damon’s arms, you definitely aren’t complaining when he doesn’t let you go for hours on end. It’s a weird adjustment to not need to get up and go to the bathroom, but you’re happy that all those pesky human things can’t interrupt your time with Damon anymore. Damon spends the time curled up with you talking about all the things he’s planning for the two of you to go do; travel the world like you’ve always wanted, move out of Mystic Falls with you, live away from society for a while. It’s not like your parents will miss you that much anyway.

As night turns into dawn, there’s a knock on the door downstairs and you can hear Stefan let whoever it is into the house. About a minute later Bonnie is standing in the doorway of Damon’s room, and when your eyes land on her you curl further into Damon. You aren’t too sure if it’s because you’re scared she’ll hurt you or Damon, maybe both. Damon gives you a kiss on the crown of your head before slipping off the bed, walking to his dresser and digging through one of his drawers. He pulls out a gorgeous aquamarine and diamond ring, the aquamarine is oval shaped with little diamonds circling the larger blue stone.

“This’ll work, right?” Damon hands the ring to Bonnie before sitting on the bed again, slinging his arm around your shoulders.

“What, did you steal this from one of your past victims?” Bonnie scoffs, walking into the room and opening the once closed blinds. You pull away from the stream of light that landed on your arm, it burned more than you had always imagined it would.

“No,” Damon growls, both at Bonnie hurting you yet again, and at her assumption of him. “It was my mothers wedding ring.”

“I can’t take that,” you protest, resting your hand on Damon’s chest, where his heart should beat.

“There’s no one I’d rather give it to,” he whispers, his hand landing on top of yours and holding it.

Bonnie rolls her eyes at you two but sets the ring in the patch of light on the bed and starts her spell. When she’s done Damon grabs the ring from her, not wanting her any closer to you than she already is, and slips it onto your left ring finger. You ignore the way your stomach starts to do flips at the finger he chose to put it on and the fact that it fits perfectly, instead focusing on experimentally sticking your hand into the beam of light. You squeeze your eyes tight as you do this, only opening them you feel the comfortable heat from the sun and not the burning flesh you felt earlier. You throw yourself onto Damon, giggling in excitement that the spell worked, that Bonnie didn’t try to hurt you again.

“(Y/N/N), you have to know that I’m so sorry,” you flinch at Bonnie’s words, pushing into Damon’s side hard, like you’re trying to disappear into him. “I never meant to ki-never meant to hurt you.”

“I think you should go now,” Damon glares at the young witch, shifting slightly so he’s blocking you from Bonnie’s view. “Thanks for the daylight ring, but (Y/N) clearly needs time.” You hear Bonnie leave the room and eventually the house when the front door slams behind her, and you let out an unnecessary sigh.

“D, do you think I acted like a baby when Bo-bonnie was here?” you ask after a few minutes.

“Not at all, beloved. It’ll take time to accept and process what happened yesterday, but you’ll never have to do it alone,” he pulls you in close, he hasn’t let you leave is arms for more than two minutes at a time since you awoke as a vampire.

“I want to get out of here,” you’re shocked when tears start to slip down your cheeks, you didn’t know vampires could do that.

“We can go for a walk,” Damon offers, standing and pulling you up with him.

“No, D, that’s not what I mean,” you stare at your feet, you can’t look him in the eye when you tell him that you’re going to leave him. “I want, no I need, to get out of Mystic Falls, and not just for a road trip. I think I need to move away, at least for a few years.”

“I haven’t been to France in over five decades, how about we start there?”

“Damon,” you whine, not wanting him to turn his back on the people around him like Katherine made him do once. “I can’t- I can’t ask you to do that. I can’t ask you to leave your brother, leave the werewolf search, leave Elena and Katherine-”

“What do they have to do with us moving to France?” Damon cups your cheek when he sees that you’re about to back away from him.

“You’re in love with both of them, I can’t ask you to leave them!” you recoil slightly when Damon laughs at your accusation.

“I’m not in love with either of them, I thought I was at one point, but not now,” Damon invades your personal space when he sees you roll your eyes. You’re standing chest to chest with him, the beam of light from the window makes you look absolutely ethereal to him. “I’m in love with you (Y/N/N), how could you not see that? You’re my beloved, I’m not letting you go now, or ever.”

The tears are streaming down your face again when you pull him in for a kiss, his teeth smacking against yours hard, and yet again you’re happy to have vampire abilities. Damon doesn’t let you pull away when you subconsciously go to suck in air, instead thrusting his tongue into your mouth. When he’s explored your mouth to his satisfaction, he finally pulls his mouth from yours, but keeps you pressed against him. You both take unnecessary deep breaths when he rests his forehead on yours.

“So what part of France are you thinking?” you whisper against Damon’s lips?

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The ring is based off this, just imagine an aquamarine in the center

#fictober day 2 #fictober21 #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #vampire diaries #vampire diaries imagine #damon x reader

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onthesandsofdreams · 3 years

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Mine

Fandom: Netflix’s Castlevania Pairing: Alucard x Fem!Reader Rating: T Summary: “Good, you’re mine now.” “As you are mine,” you whispered back. Words: 534 Notes: Written for Fictober-Event, day 21 Warnings: None Apply

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Outside of your apartment, the night was surprisingly quiet.

Proof of that was, that Adrian had come over to have dinner with you instead of being out there hunting monsters. He had surprised you, showing up with white roses and a bottle of wine. A wine you liked and got as often as possible.

The two of you might have fallen into bed before dinner, but you found you didn’t mind. At least, you worked an appetite before dinner, and well, you had your dessert in the form of Adrian Tepes. And what a dessert – well, full banquet he was.

Now, you were washing the dishes, wrapped in a robe, and Adrian was leaning against the kitchen entrance, looking like he belonged there. And oh, your heart ached, because you wanted him there, always. You wanted for him to belong to you and you alone. And in turn, be his wholeheartedly. But, so far, he had not said anything. Which is why the words that came out of his mouth shocked you so.

“I love you.”

The glass you were washing slipped from your hands, shattering on the floor. Your hand flew to close the water, immediately turning to where Adrian was standing. You knew that you were gaping, but you didn’t care. “What did you say?”

“What did I say?” Adrian asks, a soft look on his face. “I said, that I loved you.”

You wiped the soap from your hands and ignored the glass shards at your feet. You walked to Adrian, his words were unexpected. Not unwelcome, far from it. But considering that he was very closed off, you never thought he would come to love you back. Being friends with benefits was beginning to weigh on you, and now, this. You stood two feet away from him, “Are you sure?”

Adrian frowned, “Why would I say something I am unsure of?”

You shrugged, “Maybe you felt you had to say it. Listen, Adrian, if you don’t mean it, I’ll forget it. We move on, but please tell me if you’re being honest.”

If anything, your words made Adrian’s frown deeper, “Listen Y/n, I know I have not been very open. And that I had trust issues, but I have been working on them and I trust you. Over and over you have shown me what a kind, generous woman you are, and well, I fell in love with you. I mean that.”

You looked into his eyes. And there, it lay the truth. He meant it. You felt yourself begin to smile, and feel overwhelmed with joy. This was the best outcome for you, because you loved Adrian with all your heart, but would have never expected for your love to be returned in full. “Good,” you said. “That’s good because I love you too.”

Adrian smiled and it was a look that you seldom saw in his face. It was soft and tender, full of love and acceptance. He leaned to kiss you, and whispered against your lips, “Good, you’re mine now.”

“As you are mine,” you whispered back.

“Deal.”

And if the dishes were forgotten as you two fell back into bed, well, who was to care?

#fictober21 #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #adrian x reader #adrian tepes #Alucard #reader insert #Castlevania #castlevania fic #au: alternate timelines #au: modern castlevania

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hopscotchandlemon · 2 years

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Not Going Out

Prompt number: 16 - ”Not this again”

Fandom: NCIS

Rating: Genera

Warnings/Tags: None

Fictober 21 Masterlist

Typing up the final words of your report, it was hard not to feel relieved. The case looked like it was going to keep you at work over the weekend and yet, at 5pm on a Friday you were done. You looked up, Tim was already finished, DiNozzo was typing as fast as his fingers would allow and Ziva was just printing hers off, ready to give to Gibbs when he returned from briefing the Director.

“So, what do you say we all go to Dempsey’s tonight, shake a few cobwebs off?” DiNozzo offered.

You watched as your colleagues agreed and started to pack away their things.

“Um, I can’t I got to do a bit more on this report,” you lied.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like your colleagues, you had spent all week with them and to be truthful, you needed some time to do what you wanted to do. That most certainly did not include sitting in a crowded, noisy bar trying to make small talk while getting leered at by drunk men.

“Ughh, not this again, Y/N!” Tony exclaimed. “You never come out with us, do we smell?”

“Y/N has a job I need her to do.”

You looked up to see Gibbs walking down the stairs in to the bull pen.

Tony looked taken aback, but accepted what his boss had told him and once all the reports were on his desk, he told them all to go home or wherever.”

Once they had left, you looked up at Gibbs, “What was it you wanted me to do, Boss?”

He chuckled. “Nothin’, go home and enjoy the peace.”

You tilted your head, not quite understanding.

“DiNozzo doesn’t get why you might just want to be on your own after work. He likes the company of others to recharge. I’m guessing me and you are the same. We like our own company.”

You nodded, a small smile erupting on your lips.

“Although, you might wanna go out once in a while, or they really will start to think that they smell.”

#fictober21 #16 #ncis #ncis fanfiction #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #gibbs x reader

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tinknevertalks · 2 years

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Chapters: 26/? Fandom: Sanctuary (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Helen Magnus/Nikola Tesla Characters: Nikola Tesla, Helen Magnus Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Tumblr Prompt, Fictober 2021, they were roommates, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary: Nikola needs to move out of his friend's tiny flat. Helen is looking for a room mate. One advert changes things for good.

#fictober21 #sanctuary #teslen #slow burn #helen magnus #nikola tesla #henry foss #helen magnus/nikola tesla #fanfiction #fanfic #i made this #i wrote this #they were roommates #roommates au #everyone's human au #rachel writes fanfic #twice in a month? when you're hot you're hot!

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baronessblixen · 3 years

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AU prompt. Scully gets violently sick in Requiem so badly that Mulder does call a doctor and he refers her for a head CT.. lots of hurt/comfort please

Not quite sticking to the prompt but it's also three years old. I hope the hurt/comfort aspect is still there (there's fluff, I can tell you that)! Set, obviously, in "Requiem" but goes AU. Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2021

Wc: 1342

Fictober Day 19

Catch You If You Fall

Mulder is still worried about Scully having dizzy spells when things get even worse. One minute they're talking about what they're going to have for dinner, the next she's pushing him away to get to the bathroom.

He wants to give her privacy and he tries. He really does. He lasts all of ten seconds. Knowing she's in there, suffering, makes him sick, too. The door is half open; she must have tried closing it, but had other priorities at that moment.

He sits next to her, stroking her back, and mumbling nonsense. Any second she's going to tell him to leave her alone. But this time, the words don't come and she doesn't push him away. There's something else on his mind distracting him though: the retching doesn't stop. It's almost constant.

"I'll call a doctor," he says into her ear, stroking her hair. He wavers; if Scully is fine - really fine - then she'll stop him. Say it's unnecessary. Instead, she nods weakly. His heart sinks. It's worse. It's so much worse than he expected.

The emergency room is quiet and Mulder is thankful for that. Scully is leaning against him, her hand in his. There's a vomit bowl in her other hand, still empty. Mulder is thankful for that, too. He is agitated, waiting for someone to see them. He flashed his badge, told them Scully was an agent, too. They merely nodded. In here, they're like everyone else.

They don't get it - how could they? Scully isn't just his friend, his partner and maybe, because they still haven't had that conversation, his girlfriend. She's his everything.

The cheesy generalization is the only expression that comes close to what he's feeling. The first time Scully passed out here in Oregon, Mulder thought he'd join her on the ground. Blood rushed to his ears and threatened to take him, too. Every consecutive time is worse. What happens if he's not there? What happens if she cracks her head open?

What if?

Her hand is in his and he's gently stroking it with his thumb. It probably calms him more than her.

"How are you?" He asks in a whisper.

"Better."

"Good," he says and she leans more heavily against him. "If you feel faint again... my arms are open," he jokes.

"I know," she squeezes his hand. "Thank you for always catching me."

"Dana Scully?" A nurse appears, holding a clipboard and scanning the crowd. Mulder helps Scully up and together they follow the smiling nurse. Before they enter the examination room, Scully turns to him and puts her hand on his chest.

He swallows hard, knowing he won't like what she's going to say next.

"I need to do this alone." Her voice is as firm as the expression on her face. He nods. He hates this. He wants to stay with her, hold her hand. But this is Scully, the tiniest but toughest fighter he's ever known.

"Let them do a head CT, let them-," he trails off. Scully knows all this. She will have them do every test necessary. She knows what to look for. She's fearing the same thing he is. They don't need to voice it; they share it silently, carrying their worries in their pockets.

"I'll wait right here," he says with difficulty. "Let me know if... I'm here, if you need me."

"Thank you," she mouths before she disappears.

There's not a single hospital Mulder has encountered where the coffee tastes good. It's lukewarm water, the color of a wet beaver, and tastes like one, too. He downs five cups anyway, pacing the hallways. He buys a pack of skittles and sorts them by color. He clenches and unclenches his fists. Nothing works. All he wants is to be with Scully.

Eventually, he returns to the small plastic chair close to Scully's room. He closes his eyes, breathes in and out. If it's cancer again, he's going to ask her to marry him. He's not going to sit outside of rooms, barred. They will have to give him information and let him see her. Yes, he's going to ask her.

If it's cancer. What else could it be? The symptoms are all there. Except for the nose bleeds. That's his only hope, his last pillar.

It feels like it's been hours, but finally, both the nurse and the doctor come out of Scully's room. There were tests, several of them. Their faces are blank; good or bad, he can't tell.

"Can I go in now?"

"Yes, she asked for you."

His heart is beating loud as he pushes the squeaky door open. He closes it quietly, preparing himself for the news. Scully is lying on her side, neither smiling nor crying. Just... stoic. He swallows hard.

"Hey you," he says.

"There you are. I thought they'd never be done."

"Did they- do they know? Do they know what's caused all this?"

She nods and his knees give in, making him sit down on the chair next to her bed. He brings it closer so he can hold her hand again. It's warm and soft in his hand. The way it should be.

"Is it- how bad is it?"

"I'm glad you're sitting down for this."

It's bad. It's the worst. The cancer has returned, worse than the last time. There's no chance, there's no cure, there's no-

"I'm pregnant."

Mulder's mouth pops open. "You're- it's not- you're WHAT?" He gets up from the chair and stumbles, dizzy with emotions.

"Mulder, are you okay?"

"I should ask you that," he says, turning too quickly and feeling his knees give in for a second time that day. They knock against the cold hospital floor.

"Easy there, Mulder. I can't catch you as easily as you catch me."

He smiles at her joke. "How are you feeling? Are you- this is what we wanted, right? A baby. Are they sure - are you sure? It's- you're pregnant and it's not..."

"It's not," she assures him with tears in her ears. "Why do you think I wanted you out of the room, hm? I knew what you were thinking. I was fearing the same thing. My CT was normal."

"But you were so sick," he says.

Scully nods. "They gave me something for it. Some women struggle with hyperemesis gravidarum - severe morning sickness."

"It's evening," Mulder says.

"Our child thinks it's morning." She laughs, a sob of disbelief. Of all the things it could have been, it's the one thing they'd given up on. It never even crossed his mind, not once.

"Our child," he repeats, in awe. "This is not a dream, is it? I'm not going to wake up any second and you tell me it's cancer, right?"

"It's not a dream. But-"

"I knew it."

"No, it's okay, Mulder. They want to keep me here overnight, for observation."

"I'm staying."

"Mulder, the case."

"I'll call Skinner, have someone else work the case. I can't - Scully, I want to be here. Do you- Dana Scully, will you share this hospital bed with me tonight?" Not quite the question he considered earlier, but the one that feels right for tonight.

"I'd be honored," she replies and he takes off his jacket, wishing he'd brought a change of clothes. Maybe he can charm a nurse later when Scully is asleep and get something else to wear. He takes her in his arms, just wanting to hold her.

"We're gonna be parents, Scully," he whispers into her hair, afraid someone will take it away if he screams it into the world, like he wants to.

"I know," she whispers back.

"You need to sleep. You need to rest."

"I will. I can, now that you're here."

She falls asleep quickly but Mulder can't sleep. He grins into the dark hospital room. Who knew that great things could happen in these rooms too?

"I love you," he says, kissing Scully's cheek. He lets his hand travel to her flat stomach. "Love you, too, little bean."

#fictober21 #they're getting longer #i might have written something like this before #but i really felt like writing it #i passed out myself yesterday and once again writing helped #still don't have a mulder though #i hope you like this even if you're read this scenario several times before #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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Werewolf! Kirishimia Eijiro: A New Meaning to Golden Retriever Boyfriend.

Thank you so dearly for this request, it was so much fun to write. Prompt #16 “Not this again.” For the fictober event. If you have a request, please send me an ask I would love to write it.

No warnings, fluffy and cute.

"You've got to be kidding me, not this again." You looked down at your phone, a long paragraph typed up from your boyfriend Eijiro in the same format as last month. An excuse, an apology, canceling tonight's plans, and about two more apologies. Tonight he's claiming stomach issues, but you know the truth. You sigh and check your bank account. If he would just tell the truth you could tell him that it wouldn't be a problem for you to pay for the movie tickets tonight! He makes good money, he must really spend over his budget. He's so chivalrous and sweet, it might insult him to try and pay for things sometimes. You don't mind, if only he'd just open up.

You decide that enough is enough, you're going over there and you're going to put an end to the lying! He's going to let you pay for the date if you have to drag him out by his ears. You throw on the outfit you had planned for your date, cleaned up your hair and head down the street into the night air. Eijiro's house is just outside of city lines in the suburbs. He has a nice end lot with a large field behind it. You're so jealous of his view. You hop on the bus and ride with head phones on, listening to a playlist he made you. The bus can be a little scary at night, but nobody is on here except for you. It's kind of peaceful just listening to music and staring at the full moon. It's large and round face is staring down at you like a caring grandmother.

Another text pops up.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I disappointed you. I have to get some sleep, I love you baby." You rolled your eyes. It's just past 10pm! You're not letting him sit and sulk in the dark alone all night. You resisted the urge to throw your phone into your bag in frustration. He is such a wonderful boyfriend 99% of the time, but he always seems like he's hiding a part of himself. What is it? A bad childhood? A gambling addiction? Is he secretly apart of the mafia??? The bus halted to a stop and left you outside of his neighborhood, you stomped all the way down the sidewalk to the end of the line of houses and stared at your boyfriends place. The porch light is off, but the lights are on inside. You know where he keeps the hidden spare key and jam it into the lock. You almost kick the door down as you shout for your boyfriend.

He was sitting on the couch, tying his shoe laces. He's putting on hiking boots this late? "Hey! You're awake!" You slam the door behind you and scold your red headed sweet heart. "Babe what are you doing here? It's almost midnight!" His voice is shaking. He nervously looks at the clock on the wall and stands up. "You have to go baby, I'm really embarrassed! My stomach is-" "Stop lying! Your stomach is fine!" You want to raise your voice and yell, but his giant puppy dog eyes are so cute. You jam a finger into his chest and scrunch up your mouth, doing your best to look irritated. "I knew I would get here and see you're not hunched over a puke bucket!" He put both hands on your shoulders and gently rubbed up and down on your arms. He's such a large man, he's practically a wall he's so solid. Yet he always has the sweetest touches, making sure to be so gentle with you. His callused finger tips brushed against your skin and gave you goosebumps.

It took every ounce of restraint in you not to fall right into his arms. "I'm sorry honey, but you really can't stay here tonight. I need you to head back home." He said hardly above a whisper. He kissed your forehead and you shoved his chest with all of your might. He didn't budge, but understood you wanted him away from you so he stepped back. "Oh I'm sorry, is your booty call on the way over and I'm interrupting?" You felt like someone had stabbed you right in the heart. It couldn’t be true, he has never showed any signs of being disloyal. You’re just tired and confused.

Eijiro looked panicked. "Oh god of course not! No, no its not like that I swear!" He swallowed you in his arms pushing your cheek against his pecks and kissing all over the top of your head. "There is nobody other than you, I could never even think of betraying you, you're my soul mate." He said between kisses. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled in. His warmth overwhelming. "Well then what is it...?" You whined a bit, it's getting later and you want to just fall asleep in his arms. "Are you going to turn into a wolf at midnight?" You chuckled. His hand stopped running through your hair and he stiffened completely. You look up at him puzzled, he's staring down at you with a look of panic. "That's crazy why would you even say that?" He says all too seriously. You nervously laugh. "What's wrong? I was just joking. It's not like I really believe you're about to start howling at the full moon." Eijiro stared off into space, like his brain was loading and he couldn't think of what to say. "Right...?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. "It might be a little bit like that." He scratched his head.

You two sat in the quiet for a little bit. Every time he tried to elaborate he ended up getting caught up in his own words. You two sat awkwardly in his living room until its about 5 minutes til midnight. "I- I'm going to go to the bathroom." He quickly dismissed himself, running to his bedroom and shutting the door. You followed quickly after him. Is he insane? Does he really expect you to just sit out here while he hides pretending to shape shift to get out of movie night? He's obviously having a difficult time, maybe his money troubles make him feel emasculated? You softly tap on his bedroom door and it slips open. The bathroom door is closed shut with the light peaking out under the crack. You walk past his bed and dressers and hear weird scuttling sounds the closer you get. You knock again. "Hey honey, why don't you come out so we can talk about this? It's okay if you didn't want to go out because of money..." You leaned against the door. "It doesn't make you less of a man to let me pay sometimes." He's so wonderful, you don't think there could be any other reason why he can be so flakey.

The sound of shampoo bottles and shaving cream canisters falling to the ground startle you. "Babe are you okay?" You turn the door nob. The door flings open, a large shape tackles you, knocking you to the ground. You let out a large wheeze, the wind escaping your lungs. "What the fu-" Your face was assaulted with a large flat tongue, licking all over you. Slobber flew across the room as a giant red dog panted and whimpered as it gave you kisses. "You're a dog! Oh my god you're a dog!" You pushed your monstrous boyfriend off of you and took a good look at him. He's huge, and even a little scary looking. His fur is bright crimson and his eyes are a daring shade of yellow. But he sat there, panting like a normal dog. You waved in front of his face. "Are you in there babe?" The dog playfully nipped at your finger, trying to pull your hand into his mouth. "Hey! No bites!" You retracted your hand and held it close to your chest. His fangs are giant.

The wolf man got down low to the ground in the stance you've seen puppies do right before they-

He takes off, zooming across the floor and into the living room at full speed. Pictures that lined the hallway crash to the ground. You rush to your feet and chase after him. "Wait!! Down boy! Down!!" You shout. He's already on the couch, gripping a throw pillow between his powerful jaws and shaking it. Cotton stuffing flies across the room, coating the floor. "No! Bad Eijiro! Bad doggy!" You try to wrestle the pillow away from him and fail. He topples over you, knocking you back down onto the floor and taking off across the room again, this time to the kitchen. You tenderly rub your arm, you landed on it weird and it's a little sore. Another crashing sound prompts you to get up onto your feet and run after him. The trash can is toppled over on its side, trash strewn across the floor. His snout was pushing around the garbage, looking for something to swallow. "Are you kidding me? What is with you?" You grab the wolf by the scruff of his neck, and pull him to the other side of the room away from the trash. "You sit!" Eijiro whines and sits down, looking up at you with the saddest eyes. "Oh don't look at me like that. This is not what I thought a werewolf would be like." Eijiro's large head pushed against you, rubbing his face all over your stomach as you pet his head. "You just need to burn some of this energy off."

You can't help but love the silly thing. He is still your boyfriend, even if he is a little different than usual right now. He followed you down the hall, staying right by your side. He takes up most of the space, his large frame almost tipping you off balance with small bumps into your hip. You dug through a pile in his hall closet until you found an old baseball and plastic toy bat. Wow, he really needs to clean up his closet, you think to yourself. "Okay babe, let's go-" He looked up at you with all of the love in the world, hanging on your every word. You crack into a smile. "Let's go outside and play you big goof.

"The two of you trampled through the tall grass behind Eijiro's house, he seemed to use little to no effort at all. His massive paws stomping down the weeds like it's nothing. You decided you were far enough away from the neighbors and took a strong stance. You haven't hit a ball in ages, but this plastic bat is wide and should make it a little easier on you. The baseball flew high into the air, you focused and swung the bat, smacking the ball across the field. Your wolf ran, faster than any animal you had ever seen after the small object, passing it and having to loop around with a terrifying pin point turn. He grabbed the ball off of the ground so quick you barely saw the motion, and in a flash he was back at your feet. You could do nothing but shake your head and laugh. "Are you kidding me? You're amazing!" Eijiro looked pleased, so you scratched his neck fluff.

"Alright let's see if I can hit it a little farther."

Again, and again, and again he chased the ball across the field and back happily dropping the ball at your feet. He only made you wrestle for it once, he could probably keep the ball away from you forever with those intense muscles, but that's not as fun for him. Seeing how pleased you looked when he brought it back was filling the beast with all the pride in the world.

Eventually your arm got tired, and he seemed to have about run out of energy too. He laid down in the field and looked up at the moon. You laid your head on his stomach, the rhythm of his breathing so comforting. You just talked to him, venting about life and how weird things are in the city now. You found yourself thinking about how a simple bus ride was starting to feel too far away from him at this point. "I know you don't really understand me right now, but I really love you. I know we've said it before, but I love you. I think you're my forever person." He was laying on his paws, looking up at the starry sky. "I know you felt like you had to hide this from me, but it doesn't scare me, or weird me out." You talk quietly and close your eyes, snuggling deeper into his fur. "If I have to come throw a ball for you once a month, I'll do it. I've got friends that deal with way worse with their boyfriends." You smirked, thinking you're pretty funny. That'll make Eijiro laugh in the morning, you'll save that for later.

The rising sun burned your eyelids, scaring you awake. You hadn't meant to stay out here for the rest of the night, but it was so late and he was so comfortable. He's much more familiar to you now, he slept peacefully as you rested on his chest. He looks worn out, but the two of you can't stay out there forever. You gently tap his face. He popped one eye open and looked around. "Oh man!" He gasped and looked down at his hands and feet. "I'm so stupid! You could get sick staying outside all night!" He put a hand on your face and cupped your chin. "Are you alright my love?" He asked with the soft voice only you get to hear. "Yeah I'm fine. How are you feeling?" "I feel fine. I'll be a little more hungry today, but it's no big deal." He looked down at the ground with a sheepish smile. "Thanks for staying with me all night." "Aw come on, it's no big deal. You're... a good boy." You teased while ruffling his hair.

"Hey!"

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