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witcher-and-his-bard-archive · 4 years

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Good as Gold pt.9

[part eight] | [part ten] [prostitute!jaskier masterpost]

The appointment in Vattweir turns out to be a contract and not one Geralt is enthusiastic about taking on. He'd rather be on his way back to Hagge, rather be in Jaskier's bed. But the pay is good and he can't exactly keep visiting Jaskier if he doesn't have the money to do so. So when he's offered extra coin to haul the corpse back to have it stuffed, Geralt regrettably accepts. He's sure the lord will just claim to have slain the beast himself, but Geralt's mind is already drifting back to Hagge and taking credit for one of his kills is hardly the worst someone could do to him.

So he takes the contract - a highly irritable forktail - and spends far longer than he'd like to trying to take it down without damaging it too much physically. It's well past dark when he's finished but he manages to drag the beast back into the city and he's offered a room in the manor so he can present it to the Lord himself in the morning. Geralt is regretful for the further delay but glad at least that he will be rested and clean when he travels to Hagge in the morning.

Thankfully, the lord is more than happy with his work and is quick to have him paid and sent on his way. It's barely midmorning before he's riding out toward Hagge. There are a few more delays - a horde of nekkers, a washed-out road and a travelling merchant in need of a guide - and Geralt doesn't ride into the city until twilight. He dismounts outside the inn, walking Roach to the stables where they'll keep her for the night. He considers renting a room at the inn but remembers Jaskier's words the last time they met and decides against it.

The brothel is close and Geralt makes his way toward it; if he isn't allowed in tonight, he'll just return in the morning. But he finds the door unlocked and no one around to ask him to leave. He takes the stairs slowly, anticipating his likely removal and doesn't relax until he's outside Jaskier's door, one hand held out to knock. But the door opens first and Jaskier appears, leaning in the doorway in nothing but his blue, silk robe. Geralt swallows back the urge to touch him.

"What kept you?" Jaskier asks, mock-impatient.

"Doesn't matter, I'm here now."

"Mm, true." Jaskier pushes himself from the doorframe, stepping forward to wind an arm around Geralt's waist and he shuts the door as he guides him into the room. "I had a bath poured as soon as I heard you were in town."

"Presumptuous," Geralt hums but there's an odd warmth that blooms in his chest knowing Jaskier was thinking about him.

"Maybe. But it's still hot and I don't see you as the type to turn down a hot bath." Jaskier gives him a cheeky smirk, moving to stand in front of him. Geralt is in nothing but his shirt and trousers and Jaskier makes quick work of getting him out of them, tossing his clothes to the side and taking his hand.

Jaskier leads him to the tub, pausing to run his hands down Geralt's chest. They settle on his hips, smiling softly up at him.

"I'm glad you came tonight."

"You said you'd let me in," Geralt says and Jaskier's grin widens.

"I did. Come," he says, "get into the tub. I want you nice and relaxed tonight." Geralt looks up at him as he lowers himself into the steaming water.

"You do, hm?" He spreads his arms, resting them on the edges of the tub and leaning back. From here he has a perfect view of the bed and as Jaskier steps toward it, Geralt lifts an eyebrow at him. "Where are you going?"

"Why don't you watch me and find out?"

Jaskier loosens the tie around his waist, letting the smooth fabric of his robe slip down past his shoulders as he saunters toward the bed. Geralt couldn't look away if he wanted to. There's something about the garment that drives Geralt absolutely wild. It hangs just below the swell of his ass in a way that begs Geralt to just push it up out of the way and take him from behind. And he could, if he wanted to, Jaskier would let him - would probably encourage it. And Jaskier's naked under that dark, tantalizing silk - he always is.

Geralt's fingers tense around the edge of the tub as Jaskier kneels on the bed. He's not even doing anything yet and already Geralt's cock swells between his legs just imagining the things he might do with Jaskier tonight. He can no longer count the number of times he's visited, but somehow Jaskier can still rile him up like it's the easiest damn thing in the world. He watches as Jaskier adjusts himself, moving carefully enough that his modesty remains intact - as well as Geralt's frustration.

Geralt shifts, letting his legs fall open against the sides of the tub. He resists the urge to reach between them, to take himself in hand and let himself properly enjoy the view. But that's not how this game works and Jaskier is so fond of these little games. He likes making Geralt wait until he can't stand it anymore and then drawing it out a little longer. And at any moment, Geralt could stop him, could cross the room and haul him into his arms, but he likes it, too. The longer Jaskier makes him wait, the better it is when he finally touches him and Geralt is already aching for him.

He shifts his hips as Jaskier's hand slips back over his own hip, tugging the robe open in the same motion. Jaskier's cock sits against the sheets, half-hard and far too enticing. Geralt considers climbing out of the tub and closing the space between them, pushing Jaskier over onto his back and sucking him into his mouth. The way Jaskier would swell between his lips, the soft little sounds that he'd make, the heady scent of his arousal as Geralt would press his nose against his skin. It's all too much and Geralt finds his eyes dropping shut, the softest sigh slipping from his lips.

There's a stuttered gasp from across the room and Geralt blinks, eyes searching for Jaskier for any sign of what caused the sound. It doesn't take long to figure it out. Geralt can’t see what he's doing, but Jaskier's arm is bent behind him, and the little huffs continue. He's touching himself, Geralt realizes, working himself open and preparing himself to take Geralt’s cock. In all the time Geralt's been coming to him, he's never seen him do this; Jaskier is always well-prepared in advance, happy to take care of all the prep work beforehand. But Geralt is fascinated by the slight shift of his arm and the way his face contorts with pleasure. Jaskier likes this part of it and Geralt is struck with the need to do it himself, to be the one to work into him and stretch him open on his fingers. Another time, he thinks, but it doesn’t ease his breathlessness.

He may not be able to see what Jaskier is doing, but he can imagine it as clearly as though he's watched every other time. The way his fingers would press into himself, the little gasps of urgency as he thrusts in and out. But his breath remains mostly steady, only faltering when he presses deeper, and if anything he slows down. Fuck.

Jaskier lets himself enjoy it, slipping his fingers into himself and mumbling nonsense. Once or twice, Geralt hears his own name amongst the jumble, but it's mostly unintelligible. And Jaskier just goes on and on and the little sounds that drop from his lips are incredible, then he shifts just so, giving Geralt a full view of what he's doing.

It takes all of Geralt's strength not to leap out of the bath and have him right there and then. He's so hard, desperate for it, but he doesn't dare touch; he knows if he waits long enough, Jaskier will come to him and give him everything he wants. And he does, once he's finished, sweeping up behind Geralt and reaching down over his shoulders. His hands slip down Geralt's chest, winding around the base of him and stroking him deliciously slowly.

"Oh, you do like watching me, don't you?"

"You know I do," Geralt hums, "why don't you join me?"

"Love to, darling."

Jaskier withdraws his hand from the water, brushing it along Geralt's shoulder and down his arm as he comes around to the front of the tub. He slips out of his robe, letting it fall to the floor around his feet and for the first time, Geralt can see the full length of Jaskier's cock, jutting proudly from his body. And fuck, he's stunning. Geralt wants nothing more than to get his hands on him and taste his cock, but he waits. He doesn't think he'll ever tire of seeing Jaskier this way.

Jaskier steps into the tub, nudging Geralt with his foot to get him to move forward - and he does, casting an inquisitive look up at Jaskier. Jaskier settles behind him, wrapping both arms around him. One finds his cock, the other slipping up his chest, just touching. He sings softly under his breath, slow in contrast to the quick way his hand moves along Geralt's cock. Geralt slips his fingers around Jaskier's wrist, steadying his pace.

"That song," he breathes, "it's lovely. What is it?"

"It's nothing," Jaskier whispers, "one of my own, but it isn't complete without the music." Jaskier's grip tightens a little, but he continues at Geralt's slower pace. His heartbeat is soft and steady, his breath a warm puff on the back of Geralt's neck and Geralt finds himself relaxing in his arms. He leans back against Jaskier's chest with a soft sigh.

"'S lovely."

"Hm." He gets the feeling Jaskier wants to say more about it, but he doesn't. He just brings his hand up, thumbing over the head of Geralt's cock and leaning over his shoulder. "Do you want to fuck me, tonight?"

"Yes," Geralt says because it's fine to want to know what's going on in Jaskier's head, but his hands are doing their best to drive him mad and it's distracting.

"Sit forward," Jaskier says and Geralt does, shifting back into place as Jaskier comes around in front of him.

Jaskier slips to his knees, pressing between Geralt's thighs. He runs his hands up his chest, kisses the line of his collarbone and Geralt's hands fall to his hips, holding him lightly enough to let Jaskier move beneath them. He rises up and Geralt's hands slip to his ass as he presses closer, slotting his cock alongside Geralt's and giving a short, sharp thrust.

Geralt groans, wrapping both arms around Jaskier's waist and hauling him closer into his body, rolling his hips up to meet him. He lets out a little gasp as Jaskier's teeth graze the side of his neck and tips his head to the side. The feeling is surprisingly welcome and his skin tingles with it even as Jaskier moves on. He nips and sucks at Geralt's skin, just lightly enough not to leave marks, but absently, Geralt wishes he would.

He doesn't say anything for fear that it's too close to something he shouldn't want, but Jaskier's body is more than enough to occupy him anyway. Jaskier winds his arms around Geralt's neck, using him as leverage to grind up against his cock with long, stuttered motions. And Geralt shudders beneath him, fingertips digging into Jaskier's skin as he drops his head back, opening himself up to Jaskier's mouth again.

The combination of his teeth and his cock is dangerous and Geralt finds himself creeping toward the edge of too much. He huffs against Jaskier's ear, groaning with every little twitch of Jaskier's hips. But Jaskier doesn't let up. He waits until Geralt is panting against him, practically begging to fuck him, before he gives in.

Disentangling himself, he rises to his knees again and turns around. Briefly, he reaches back to stroke Geralt's cock before readjusting to straddle his hips and sit back on him. He doesn't hesitate once he's ready, sliding onto Geralt's cock with ease. The hot, even pressure around him is overwhelming and Geralt has to shut his eyes and clench his jaw to keep from thrusting up too quickly. But Jaskier doesn't make him wait long, seating himself and shifting his hips to adjust.

"Fuck," Geralt groans, "you're tight."

"Yeah," Jaskier huffs, "'s been a while since I wasn't just prepped and ready to go for someone. Never done it in front of someone before. Well - not since I first started."

"Why tonight?"

"Not working tonight," Jaskier hums, "but I knew you were coming to town. Fuck, it feels good though. Most of my guys-" he stops himself, glancing over his shoulder, "sorry, I know you don't like it when I talk about them."

"It's fine. Tell me."

"Most of them are small," Jaskier huffs, shifting his hips forward, "even the ones who do have nice cocks don't know how to use them. But fuck, Geralt, just having you inside me is incredible."

"Do you need more oil?"

"No, I like this."

"Fuck." Geralt's eyes flutter shut as Jaskier tentatively lifts his hips. He's right; it feels fucking good like this, like it's just the two of them with nothing between them.

Geralt tries to hold back, to let Jaskier adjust and take things at his own pace because this isn't like every other time and if Geralt can feel it, Jaskier certainly can. But he's so hot and tight around him and even Geralt can only control himself for so long. His hips twitch up and Jaskier groans loudly, flopping back against his chest.

"Fuck me," he grits and Geralt's hips snap forward hard. He gives in to the thrumming need under his skin, thrusting up quick and hard. He snakes one arm around Jaskier's body, sliding his hand down his chest to follow the arch of his body as Jaskier pushes off of him.

Water sloshes around them and it doesn't take long before Jaskier's dripping, his cock red and swollen where it bounces off his stomach. Geralt keeps one arm on the tub to steady himself, but the other holds Jaskier against his body so every movement has them bumping against each other. Jaskier drops his head back, pressing his nose under Geralt's ear with a soft groan.

"Fuck," he breathes, "you feel so fucking good, darling. You're gonna make me come like that." He bites at Geralt's neck, dragging his teeth against the sensitive skin and it obliterates the last of Geralt's control.

He thrusts up hard, keeping a steady rhythm, but as Jaskier pushes back onto him, trying to match his pace, Geralt's hips stutter. He buries his face in Jaskier's shoulder, inhaling the scent of him, clean and crisp but entangled with the heady aroma of arousal.

Jaskier comes suddenly, one hand working quickly over his cock as the other digs into Geralt's thigh. Geralt's certain there will be bruises in the morning and even if they won't last long, a rush of anticipation washes over him at the thought of it. Jaskier's mouth is hot and damp on his neck, soft words disappearing into his skin and Geralt comes almost immediately after him, groaning as he leans forward into him.

And Jaskier continues, pressing him back against the tub and rocking back on his cock. Geralt gasps at the sensations that surge through his body, gripping Jaskier's thighs and throwing his head back. He groans and whines and Jaskier doesn't stop until he's pulled every ounce of pleasure from his body and Geralt's legs are shaking under him.

"Jaskier," he huffs, "you're gonna get me hard again like that."

Jaskier tips his head back, smiling up at him. "You want me to?"

Geralt huffs a soft laugh, smoothing his hands up Jaskier’s thighs. "Another night. Tonight I'm tired and I'd like to hear your song."

"Really?" Jaskier asks, rolling his hips slowly.

"Fuck, if you keep doing that, I might change my mind."

"In that case..." Jaskier grins. He lifts himself carefully from Geralt's lap, taking the cloth from the side of the tub to wipe himself down. He barely gets the cloth around Geralt's cock before Geralt bats his hand away, taking the cloth to do it himself. "Forgot how sensitive you can get," Jaskier hums, he looks up at him through his lashes and Geralt knows he's considering going for a second round. Evidently, he decides against it, rising to his feet and offering a hand to pull him to his feet.

Geralt steps out of the tub and gets his hands on Jaskier's hips again, pulling him close. He lets Jaskier dry him off and then he's being pressed backward until he hits the bed and sits. He climbs up to lean against the wall and watches after Jaskier as he retrieves a lute case from a closet he never noticed before. He handles it so delicately, setting it down on the edge of the bed and pulling the lute from within.

Jaskier sits at the end of the bed, lute in his lap and not a scrap of clothing on him and something in Geralt's chest tightens. Jaskier doesn't look back at him before starting, fingers picking out the notes with ease.

The song is slow and sad and Geralt isn't much of an expert, but he thinks it's quite lovely. With the gentle music and the looseness in his limbs, his body relaxes and he settles in the sheets with a blanket bunched under his arm. He shuts his eyes, breathing softly and focusing on the sound of Jaskier's voice, the twang of his lute.

Geralt has never had much time to enjoy music or poetry, but he does enjoy Jaskier's voice. The song itself is sad, a tale of unrequited love or forbidden love or something of the sort. Geralt is too tired to be able to fully understand right now but the feeling flows through him as if the emotions were his own. When it's over, Jaskier is quiet for a moment and Geralt hums softly.

"You've got a beautiful voice," he says, "would you sing another?"

Jaskier is more than happy to comply and he plays through a couple more songs before Geralt starts to drift off. He can't keep his eyes open now, even if he wanted to, and there's a soft huff of a laugh from across the room and the music stops. It's quiet again for a few minutes, just Jaskier shuffling around the room before he climbs up onto the bed next to him.

Jaskier settles next to him on the mattress, rolling toward him and brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. He says nothing but continues running his fingers through Geralt's hair as he picks up the last song where he left off. This one is happier than the first, though it seems to fit the same theme of forbidden love and Geralt finds he likes it quite a lot. It's like this, with the soft lilt of Jaskier's voice in his ear and the brush of his fingers against his scalp, that he finally drifts off.

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project-ohagi · 3 years

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Keigo Takami ღ Hawks x Reader

Buy me a coffee!! <3

[FYI]: You're whisper-singing this to each other ^^

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Temptation, enchantment, stars dancing against a backdrop of liquid gold...those eyes belied his humanity. How could such perfection be constrained to the land and sky below the heavens?

"You know I want you...

It's not a secret I try to hide.

I know you want me,

So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied."

Call it a tryst, a forbidden partnership...a gaping wound in the fabric of society, in which sin will fester forever. Call it dangerous, deem it disgraceful, but a word's significance falls victim to fluctuation - to desperate and direful minds. Their guise of concern remained unheeded; Keigo embodied beauty and wit beyond all comprehension.

"You claim it's not in the cards,

And fate is pullin' you miles away,

And out of reach from me"

Another life, a dream, a fairy-tale...a faraway kingdom, a teahouse nestled between the realms of mortal and fae, or perhaps something entirely unremarkable...but together, you planned to venture. The lyrics of your song whispered a love so sempiternal, ghosting across lips and conjuring sleepy smiles, as you swayed to the rhythm of a single heartbeat.

"But you're here in my heart,

So who can stop me if I decide

That you're my destiny?"

The sun served as Keigo's sole rival, but little competition was ever presented. A lifetime draped in darkness delighted in its infinite superiority to a lifetime without your beloved. The latter would be courtesy of a nightmare - never of a waking wish. The opportunity for doubt and regret had sailed by in the twilight. To it, neither of you had borne witness; a romantic entanglement of limbs and gentle breaths had sounded far too appealing. Every moment spent in the absence of a feathery embrace was torture, every reflection of the past - your past...interconnected, and now cherished so dearly - was bliss.

"What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine.

Nothing could keep us apart.

You'd be the one I was meant to find..."

Yet...you both understood the world for its acrimony...its frostbitten core. You weren't made for each other - not in the truest sense, by instinct or divinity. His arms weren't supposed to be your sanctuary...his wings weren't supposed to grant asylum to your battle-weary body...his love wasn't supposed to rain down upon you, echoing the sentiment that burrowed inside your heart. The mere suggestion of accord between yourselves and this world was likely a false and cruel jest, though it torched your embers until they burned beyond control.

What if...what if it was possible...?

"It's up to you, and it's up to me.

No one can say what we get to be...

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours,

Tonight..."

No...it was a folly, entirely divorced from reason.

Nothing material dissuaded those whose hearts greyed at the edges, and yet...your pursuit was forbidden. But 'surrender' was another word to which you paid no due regard. Villain...hero...who would care upon your deathbeds?...When you died at love's behest?

"You think it's easy...

You think I don't wanna run to you,

But there are mountains...

And there are doors that we can't walk through."

It carries such detriment, but on some odd ground, it became the epitome of joy. The spilling of the confessional waterfall became the greatest-worst mistake of the epoch. Intertwining fingers, lips that joined in a graceful tango...a mutual love - devotion...it was devotion, perhaps even worship.

"I know you're wondering why because we're able to be

Just you and me within these walls...

But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see

That it was hopeless after all..."

The Adonis to your Aphrodite, master of the hunt and incomparably gorgeous, Keigo's worth far exceeded your own. His birdbrained wiles reduced your legs to jelly, and your mind to mush. Your Keigo, your knight in faux fur...your warm and welcoming saviour - he who insisted that lovers, regardless of dynamics, should never live apart....

"No one can rewrite the stars...

How can you say you'll be mine?

Everything keeps us apart,

And I'm not the one you were meant to find..."

This love was prone to squalor, doomed to failure, but oh so delectable.

"It's not up to you,

It's not up to me,

When everyone tells us what we can be...

How can we rewrite the stars?

Say that the world can be ours,

Tonight..."

The vestigial traces of hair that peppered his chin, the memories queueing on his tongue, just waiting to be recalled, the glimmer of mischief behind every glance, whether fleeting or eternal...you took inventory of these each morning and each night, praying that he never allowed sadness to spirit his smile away.

"All I want is to fly with you,

All I want is to fall with you,

So just give me all of you!"

But society, conventions...life, fought against this union. It felt impossible. Keigo disagreed.

"It feels impossible...

It's not impossible...

Is it impossible?

Say that it's possible!"

"We're together because we need to be, angel. To Hell with anyone who thinks this is wrong...I've never been more sure of anything." It didn't arise from an argument, but frayed nerves and half-broken hearts. Four years later, and you loved more fiercely than any wedlock twain.

"How do we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine?

Nothing can keep us apart,

'Cause you are the one I was meant to find!"

The very nature of your...'occupation', resisted Keigo's dream of marriage. Perhaps it was silly, or even childish, to wish for a domestic life, without the complication of heroics or beck-and-calls, but...he wanted to call you his own. Officially.

"It's up to you,

And it's up to me.

No one can say what we get to be!

And why don't we rewrite the stars?

Changing the world to be ours..."

"Takami (Y/n), has a nice ring to it, don'tcha think?" The futility of such a question had crushed his soul, but persistence usually paid off...right?

"C'mon pretty bird, we could get married in secret or something? I'm sure I could find somewhere...someone to officiate it? I just wanna be with you, so badly. Please...if it's impossible...please take my last name anyway? C'mon, I'm begging you, (Y/n)...be my wife?"

You wanted to.

Of course you wanted to!

"You know I want you...

It's not a secret I try to hide.

But I can't have you...

We're bound to break and my hands are tied..."

But...it was such a hopeless plight.

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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years

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Dark Elf!Aizawa x reader part 2

Warnings: dark themes, kinda horror, yandere

A/N: this is part 2 of the lovely @kattariapenn request for Dark Elf!Aizawa!! I hope you enjoy!

10 Years Ago

Hitoshi Shinsou pulls nervously at his shirt, stretching out the flimsy cotton as her searches the boundless forest for any sign of your return. Shinsou, being one year older than you, feels as though you’re his responsibility. He can’t be taking you home with dirt-clod shoes and scrapes on your knees but you had insisted on returning to the forest. After spending too much time in there, Shinsou had gotten nervous and challenged you to a race back home, but it had been nearly ten minutes since he’d gotten out of the forest and you hadn’t shown your face.

Shinsou knows he’s faster than you. He shouldn’t have challenged you to a race. He should be keeping his eye on you at all times. Where are you?

After deciding that he needs to start looking for you himself, before going home to your parents and worrying your mother, Shinsou nears the edge of the forest. All he hears is you. Giggling.

Shinsou passes one of the many twisted trees and calls for your name. The giggling stops. He spots you holding your white dress up as you dip yourself into an over dramatic curtsy.

“Y/N!” He calls again, “I beat you in the race! It’s time to go home now.”

“It was very nice to meet you. I’ll visit you again someday soon,” you say to someone you can’t see. “Yes, of course I promise!”

You giggle again and Shinsou’s eyes narrow. “Y/N!”

You turn to him, flashing the big smile that Shinsou adores. You make your merry way over to him and laugh when you jump into a huge pile of mud.

“Look at you. You’re all dirty!” Shinsou scolds though he’ll never admit that he finds your attitude very charming. “You’re mother’s gonna lash me for this!”

You hum back at him, paying no mind to his ridicule. Shinsou walks behind you as you both exit the forest, eyeing the trees that almost seem to be watching the both of you.

When you both come to the clearing, you twirl around in the grass, allowing your dress to flutter around you. Shinsou blushes.

“Ohh ‘Toshi, I’ve had the best day!” You sing, letting the sun rays dance off your skin. “I just love that forest so much!”

“Who were you talking to just before I found you?” Shinsou asks, taking a moment to peel his eyes away from you and glance back at the forest. His body gives an involuntary shiver.

“It’s a secret!” You laugh, spreading your arms out to catch the newfound warmth.

“I’m sure your parents taught you not to talk to strangers!”

“He’s not a stranger, ‘Toshi. At least, he’s no stranger than you. He’s incredible! He showed me how to talk to the birds, how he can make flowers bloom, and he can-! Well… it is a secret!”

Shinsou shoots you a doubtful look. “Whoever he was, he couldn’t have done all of that in such a short amount of time…” Shinsou can feel a prick of jealousy poking at his heart; moreover, his cheeks flush at his own pointed agitation with himself. He should not have left your side.

“He showed me so much! He said I could visit his forest whenever I want and-! and he said, that when I grow up, he’ll marry me!” You squeal, kicking your feet up in a jubilant skip.

Shinsou’s brows furrow. You must’ve gone mad. That, or you’re just trying to get on Shinsou’s nerves because you were upset about losing the race. You made up an imaginary man so you could make Shinsou feel bad about not seeing him! You always told lies like that anyways but Shinsou knows of the perfect way to get you back.

“You can’t marry him,” Shinsou smirks, “because while you were gone, a blue fairy appeared to me and she told me that I’m to marry you just so I can make sure you stay out of mischief!”

Your lips form a tight line. Your eyes search his. He’s piqued your interest. “Did she really, Hitoshi?”

“She did! I swear it!”

You take a moment to consider the situation before laughing to yourself. “Two proposals in one day! My, I must be reeeaaally pretty!”

Shinsou scowls at you. Sure, you’re pretty but you knowing you are makes him flustered. “You’re not so pretty when you’re covered in filth. You’re lucky I don’t dunk you into the river before returning you home!”

You mouth falls open. “That’s no way to treat your future wife!” You cry.

“Whaddya think I’ll do with you when you look like that?” Shinsou chuckles, knowing that he’s won you over.

Your eyes grow wistful as you briefly peek back at the forest. Maybe he hadn’t won you over.

“Hey,” Shinsou whispers. “Hey, I didn’t mean it. Even with all that dirt you still look…” he searches for the word to perfectly describe exactly how you looked… or how he feels about you. But you were too young and too dumb to hear his exact feelings without it going to your head. “Don’t be upset with me, Y/N.”

“It’s not that,” you let out a shaky breath. “My scarf… I left it somewhere… on a rock I think...” you make a move back to the trees but Shinsou grabs your hand.

“Forget about it,” is his immediate reply.

“I can’t forget about it; it’s my favorite!”

“You say that about everything you own!”

“Hitoshi!” You whine.

Shinsou looks back to forest. On the outside it looks like nothing more than thick greenery, a peaceful place where it might be nice for idle strolls. But on the inside it was dark, like a bottomless pit waiting to snatch up anyone who strays away from its already twisted path. It’s a dangerous place and Shinsou knows that but he can never resist going in there with you after you pester him for long enough. However, there are reasons why neither of you tell your parents about your short excursions. Even though Shinsou doesn’t entirely believe you’ve met a man who can make flowers bloom, there’s no way he’s letting you go back in there.

“I’ll get it.”

Shinsou resists the urge to grin at your shining, gleeful eyes. He’ll let you see him as your stoic hero forever.

You watch him go back into the woods. It takes awhile but when he returns, his eyes are tired and all the color drained from his face. He tosses the scarf over your shoulder and grabs your wrist, dragging you back to your home. He tells you you’re never going back into that forest. “And you’re not marrying any man in the woods. You’re going to marry me.”

Shinsou is different to you from that day forward.

The Present

You stretch your arms above your head and take in the floral aroma wafting around the forest. It’s springtime and the flowers are in full bloom! How lovely!

You turn to your husband, you both are laying in the bed he made for you and you find yourself overwhelmed with bliss. Spider silk sheets feel especially nice on your bare legs and he knows how soft you like everything to be. He spoils you, really, but you can’t complain. Everything he does, he does for you and for the forest.

You place your head on his chest and listen to his low and slow heartbeat. You grin when his hand lands in your head and he begins playing with your hair. You turn and kiss his fingers, beckoning him to caress your face.

“Good morning, sweet girl.”

“Mmmm, I’m not too sure it’s morning anymore,” you say with a yawn, curling against his warm frame.

“Have we overslept again?”

“We had a long night.”

“That we did… though it could’ve been longer.”

You laugh at the thought. By day, Shouta tended to his forest in a manner that you couldn’t call lazy or sluggish but he kept his attitude lax as he spoke to the animals and fed the fauna around him. At night, when his true splendor took form, he was bursting with energy and the forest, creatures and all, followed suit, coming alive and celebrating another beautiful twilight together. He didn’t waste any time winding you up and wearing you down when the time came for the two of you to be alone together. Again, you can’t complain.

You lean up and ready yourself to get out of bed but he interlocks his fingers with yours. “Stay with me, my love.”

“I would but I still need to eat, don’t I? I was thinking about going over to the river by the grape vines.”

Shouta hums and reaches around the bed to film a sack out. In it, were plush red grapes that he must’ve picked last night. He leans up, plucks one off the vine, and coaxes you to open your mouth where he gingerly places the fruit. He watches your lips and asks, “how is it?”

“Very sweet,” you grin.

“Let me taste.” He leans in and brushes his lips against yours. You blush at the act, always quick to become flustered at his suave moves even while the two of you had been together for… a long time. The forest made it so time meant for very little to you though that did make you think about your family and how they are doing.

Shouta makes a movement with his tongue that enticing you to open your mouth for him. His tongue slips in and brushes along yours while his hands cup your face, bringing you closer for a deeper kiss. He groans into you and your stomach forms knots, feeling your energy pulled in by him. He breaks away and smiles, flashing his dangerously long canine teeth that you’ve grown to adore. You look into his mesmerizing charcoal black eyes and find your body growing heavy, the need to lay back next to him growing.

“Have your grapes,” he whispers, “but stay in bed. We can relax today.”

“Where was this attitude last night?” You ask, half serious.

He chuckles. “How can I resist acting so carnal when you were looking at me the way you were? My wife makes me act and feel like an animal.”

“You are an animal.” Still, you lay with him. You let him be content, at peace, but when his breathing yet again grows heavy and his eyes fall, you move furtively out of bed so you don’t make any sound and begin your walk. Sometimes you need to stretch your legs.

You stroll around the forest, collecting nuts and berries, smiling at the creatures watching you; a blue jay sitting in her nest chirps cheerfully at you, a shy fox skampers away, and a little fawn pokes its head curiously at you from around the tree. You feed the fawn some nuts, holding your hand out flat like your husband taught you.

You love the forest and everything about it. You love your husband though he can be a little too protective if you at times which is silly since he pretty much rules the wood. It’s just nice to get away for awhile, to relax and think. You try to shake the lingering sadness you’d gotten from the dream you woke up from. Dreaming about your ex fiancé while you’re completely content with the life you have is no fun but it did get you thinking about your family. They haven’t heard from you since the day you left to deliver muffins to the mysterious man in the woods that ended up turning your entire world around. You know that you can’t tell them about Shouta but they should still know that you’re alive. They’re not too far from you. Poking your head in for a short visit shouldn’t hurt.

Your hands brush against each moss covered tree as you pass them and you whistle a sweet little tune to yourself while you walk in the direction you think is home. But the forest grows dark, and it’s weird. It’s not time for sun down. You continue to walk and all the trees you pass a look like ones you’ve seen before. How can this be?

You start to run, deciding to take a new direction but still… everything looks the same. You pass by the blue jay’s nest and it’s weird, there are three little chicks gathered around the mother. She hadn’t even laid any eggs when you saw her before. A large bucks cautiously walks towards you and he looks at your hand expectedly. That couldn’t be… the dawn you’d seen just a short while ago.

Tears dot your eyes and you take off in yet another direction and that’s when you hear your name echoing across the trees. It’s not your husband’s voice. You race towards whoever called you, and freeze dead in your tracks when you see a man with indigo colored hair walking through the forest.

It’s hard to recognize him as your ex fiancé at first. If he hadn’t been accompanied by your ex best friend, the maid of honor that had betrayed you, Kyouka, you wouldn’t think twice about it.

He calls your name again and it pulls at your heartstrings.

“Are you sure about this, Hitoshi?” Kyouka pulls at her dress sleeves, eyeing the forestry around her.

“She’s in here. I know it. I know he has her.”

“I want to believe as much as anybody else that she’s alive but… Hitoshi, after that day… after what we did…”

“That wasn’t us,” he hissed, not even bothering to look at her. “It was him. I don’t know how, I don’t know why but I am sure of it. God dammit, why didn’t she talk to me?”

“How many more times are we going to do this, Hitoshi?”

“We don’t have to do anything, Kyouka. But I’m not gonna stop. I’m gonna keep coming back to this damned forest until I find her! Y/N!!”

You call out to them but your voice doesn’t quite meet your tongue. You start to run but it’s like something was holding you in place. Bushes and fern pass you but you don’t get any closer to the two. “I’m here!” You half whisper but they don’t hear you. You watch as they both disappear behind a large redwood and your voice starts to break as you finally get to yell.

“My sweet,” you hear the dark velvety voice of your husband and freeze. You turn to him. Today he’s wearing lighter colored robes to signify the coming of spring. It would be nice if he didn’t have such a scornful look on his face. “What are you doing?”

“I…” your voice shakes, “I don’t know I thought I’d visit my parents today to tell them that I’m okay… and then I saw my old friends… and I… Shouta, I can’t seem to leave.”

“You were trying to leave?” His brows narrow, “again?”

“Again? Shouta, what do you mean ‘again?’ I haven’t… I… this is the first time.”

“No, Y/N,” he brings his arms around you and holds you in a tight embrace. He sighs. “Why must you be so ungrateful towards me? Have I not given you everything? Carried out your every whim? Need I remind you that I am entirely devoted to you and expect you to be the same?”

“Shouta… I just want to see my mother and father. My little sisters must be worried sick about me.”

“You can’t leave,” there’s an eerie finality in what he’s saying. “Perhaps I should’ve killed you when I finally found you again. Then you’d become a will-o-wisp and your allegiance to this forest would be much more supreme but I…” he pauses and looks into your eyes. “I could never hurt you, my serene bliss.”

“Sho…” you whisper his name and watch his dark eyes soften. “If this is a dream, I’d like to wake up now.”

Silver vines erupt from the ground and coil around your legs. Shouta smiles sadly about you. “I’ll put you to sleep today, Y/N. When you wake up, I promise you’ll be in a much better mood.”

The luminous vines wrap around your torso and you feel like you’re going to be sick. “Shouta, I don’t understand…”

He holds your chin between his thumb and his index finger and plants a sweet kiss on your lips. “It’s okay, my love. Just remember that you belong to this forest. These creatures are my eyes and these trees are my ears. You’ll never have to fret because I’ll always be watching you. You belong to me. You belong to the forest. And the forest won’t let you leave.”

“I… belong to the forest.”

“That’s right… Now…” he lifts a porcelain cup to your lips, “why don’t we have some tea.”

Confused but compliant, you let the liquid into your mouth. This has happened many times before but for some odd reason you can’t recall any single instance. You just know.

You let your body buzz over and lose control of your muscles. You fall into his gentle embrace and he carries you back to bed.

When you wake up everything is fine. You catch the fruity scent of strawberries and you’re thrilled to know that summer has come around. You turn to your husband who’s already awake, raking his fingers along your back, tickling you awake. His kisses your shoulder blade, sending shivers down your spine. “Good morning, sweet girl,” another kiss, “I’ve missed you.”

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Open Coffin | Chapter 25: “We Are Forever”

Pairing: Kol x SalvatoreSister!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, flashback in cursive (i know I hate it too), if you´ve read the previous chapter you know what's coming so I won't tag it here, canon divergence, oh also it's Christmas time in this,

Word count: 5200

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Six months, one hundred and eighty-two days quickly dissolved themselves into an endless stream of starry nights, heartful laughter, lingering kisses and a whole bunch of magic.

Kol was a great teacher from the beginning, delving deep into what was once his reality before he was turned into a vampire. You saw it in his eyes when he would rave about the possibilities of magic and the execution of it. He loved it. And you loved that he loved it.

Your new powers were a different story. You didn't have control over them whatsoever. Many accidental aneurysm or fire-related accidents later you were ready to just lock them away again. But Kol insisted to keep the training going, all the while documenting anything and everything with a Polaroid camera he picked up along the way...

“We have to commemorate these moments” Is what he said. So you did. And the enormous photo album resting on the backseat of the car is proof of that.

It's nearing twilight now, early in the morning, and the soft rocking of the car makes you almost fall asleep. Kol has been watching as your head dropped, nodding, then jerks up as you awoke, then slowly drops again. Over and over.

You blame it on the early hours and the movement of the car, which could make you fall asleep in a matter of minutes. Even back when you were younger, you always managed to fall asleep in the carriage, dropping your head on into Damon's chest who huffed and puffed but tried his best not to wake you.

But it was much colder then, in the carriage back then, especially in the winter times nearing Christmas. now that´s it´s nearing Christmas.

And boy did the people of Mystic Falls love their Christmas celebrations. Even now, everywhere you look there are string lights on the houses, waving Santa´s in the yard and glittering reindeers that almost gives you a seizure.

“Remind me why exactly we're back here again?” You groan, watching the sign disappear in the side view mirror. “Don't tell me we're spending Christmas with Stefan and Damon and the Mystic Falls Gang. If so, we either need to turn around right now, or we need to get drunk. Preferably both. ”

Kol chuckles “You´ll see.”

“It's not because of her, is it? The last thing I need is Mae´s lying ass.”

“She's not here.” He shakes his head “But- you cannot push everyone away, you know?”

“But I have you. I don't need anybody else, hell, I don't even like anybody else.” You grumble and look back out of the window.

As the care engine sings to the lone roads, you relish the roaring winds that twirl and twist your hair, like strings that hang from a scooters handlebars. On whim, you reach back, searching the backseat for the photo album. You'd rather bask in those memories than to watch this miserable town unfold before your eyes.

The first pages are filled with pictures taken along Route 95 all the way down to Miami. Then followed Cuba, Brazil right down to Greece, Italy and the rest of Europe.

But arguably your favorite memory was one of the first nights in Cuba…

“I brought you a gift. Something to remember me by.” Kol said, his hair and clothes drenched in the summer rain. He settled next to you on the bench seat overlooking the city and hands you an elongated velvet box.

“Looks fancy. Where did you get it?” You asked, “You stole it, didn't you?”

“It's hardly stealing if my charm acquired it, now is it?”

“That's not your charm, that's compulsion, you idiot. You're so cheap.”

He laughed and you swore your heart is tumbling over itself. You missed seeing him with this thrive for living.

“Will you open it or just insult me?”

“Maybe I insult you a little more and then open it, who knows?” You shrugged your shoulders, and he groaned, shaking his head in disbelief

“Fine, I'll spare you the roasting.”

Opening the claps in the front, the velvet box snapped open with small resistance.

Filigree silver vines wrapped themselves into a star, the edges cut in silver with diamonds artfully arranged where the silver meets the vines. The silver necklace attached was so shiny it was blinding. And beautiful.

“We fell in love under the stars, but you will always be my favorite one,” Kol said, and reached for the necklace, slipping it around your neck and carefully clasped it shut.

Looking down it was right within your view, shining blindingly on your chest You'd just have to look down to always see it. “I love it, thank you so much.”

It wasn't one of favorite because he brought you some lavish gift, but because it was the first time you realized that this is your life now. No Klaus behind you, no dagger in sight. You were finally free, on your own terms.

You trace your fingers along the edges of the picture he took right after he gave you the necklace and you're smiling yourself at how ridiculously happy you look. And happiness looks good on you.

Kol glances over from the driver seat, a smile replicating on his face and he almost forgets the dumbing, scratching pain that's thumping in his veins.

Then, he remembers why he's actually going back to Mystic Falls. Not to give you a chance to visit your brothers or any other D-tour. He came back to die...

6 months ago - Salvatore Boarding House

“Tell me what we have to do to save her.”

Kol´s question stood in the room, unanswered and demanding.

“We could anchor her power to someone, as a conduit of sorts.” Mae explained “That way it ain't gonna overpower her. But, and here is the big but, we need a powerful counteract and none of us is powerful enough” She looks at Stefan and Damon beside her.

“Then I will,” said Kol.

“Then here's the catch, you ain't gonna survive it. It would swallow you whole.” She says, and Kol nods almost having expected that outcome. Magic always comes with a price.

Stefan and Damon shared a look of worry, but remain silent for the time being. It wasn't like they would ever think of choosing Kol over you. But they also know that you would be devastated and likely, go off the deep end when Kol has to pay his debt.

“How long do I have?” Kol asks.

“If we slow down the process, about 6 months. Give or take.”

“Absolutely not.” Klaus finally spoke, shaking his head “I will not allow you to be harmed.”

Kol had heard enough. His brother had never cared about whether he lived or died, so he wasn't allowing him to start now.

“Weren't you the one that put me in a box whenever you felt like it? Oh right, it was you, wasn't it?” Kol's fake smile faltered and his features became stern “Your care for my well being comes a thousand years too late.”

Klaus was wide-eyed with fear, and everyone in the room shared a look at this uncanny feature of the mighty Hybrid. Then, Klaus´ shell closes, and he returned to his stoic demeanour.

“Then go ahead, ruin yourself for her. See if I care.” With that Klaus marches out of the room, infuriated with everyone remaining.

Kol looked after him, both saddened and relieved with his departure. But he expected nothing less than disapproval. Perhaps it will be the last time at least. “We better start before he comes back with the entourage,” said Kol.

“I´ll call one of my witches then.” Mae said and pulled out her phone “Are you positive you want to do this? She's gonna be devastated.”

“There is no other choice. This is my fault, and I intend to make it right.” He said with a heavy heart. Then he looks at all remaining people in the room “All I ask of you is to keep this to yourselves. She deserves these months of peace. If this is all I can give, I will.”

“Sure, whatever you need,” Stefan says, knowing that nobody in this room would be likely to receive your forgiveness once you found out. But nobody, and of that he's certain, will waver from this decision to risk your good graces if it means saving your life.

Everything comes with a price.

You snap your fingers in front of Kol´s face, trying to get him back from wherever he wandered to in his mind. “Hey! Earth to Kol?”

Touching his shoulder brings him back to reality. He doesn't jump, but the tiniest swerve on the road gives him away. He was deep into whatever he thought about.

It's very unlike him.

“You okay?” You ask him and he nods and flashes you a reassuring smile, before concentrating on the road.

“I love this. It's so unnecessary.” You chuckle, waving your hand to turn the photobooks page with your magic powers.

The car swerves again, this time crossing the outer white restriction lines and the tires meet the grass briefly, almost dipping into the ditch, before he regains control.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Nothing. Saw something on the road.” He brushes it off and settles back into his seat, flinching as his back touches the seat. When your concerned look catches his eye, he turns to the sideview mirror, pretending to look at something to evade it.

Is he.. ....Evading gaze, elevated heartbeat - yep, he's lying through his teeth.

“Let's just take a break up there. I need to stretch my legs.” You point to the next driveway and Kol takes a left to a what seems like an unvaccinated house.

Once there, he shifts the stick into parking, and you seize the opportunity to roll up the sleeve of his shirt. His entire shoulder is spotted with ash colored veins travelling in every direction.

“What the hell is this?”

“It's the spell.” He confesses, defeated with guilt.

“What spell?”

“The one to keep you alive.”

A conducting binding spell is killing him and it's all your fault. That's all you could take away from his explanation of what saved your life.

With your heart pounding and your fingers shaking, you turn page after page trying to search for anything to stop or reverse the spell. Kol is hellbent on going through with his suicide mission, but you´re not giving up that easily. Not after everything you went through to find each other again.

“Please don't be angry with me.” Kol´s voice is fearful and filled with uncertainty, shaky even.

“I'm not angry, I’m-” You pause, balling your fist on the dusty table “ I´m not accepting this. You´re not dying for me, I´m not gonna let you.”

“And you´re not dying for me, darling. It’s settled. "He counters, and steals the book from your hands, setting it aside ”Now please, there's nothing to find.”

“Why didn't you tell me? I would´ve never used my powers if-”

“There was no other choice. They would have torn you apart.”

“And you think this won't?”

He cracks a smile and shakes his head as if the question was nothing but ridiculous. “You´re resilient, darling. There is nothing you cannot survive.”

“And what if I´m not strong enough for what happens next? To be alone again?”

“I will be there with you even if you won't be able to see me. I´ll always be right here.” He says, brushing his finger along the silver string of your necklace.

...Something to remember me by. He told you back then, but you didn't listen closely enough. Why don't you just listen?

“Now, before it's too late, dance with me He hops to his feet and outstretched his arm, offering you a last dance "Please."

“Why do I always have to say goodbye to you on Christmas? It's supposed to be a happy day.”

He whispers an apology full of regret and shame and pulls you into his direction.

You wrap your arm around his neck as much as you can reach. You don't want to let go because you know that if you did, you won't be able to hold him again. This is it, the deathly goodbye that wasn't supposed to knock on either one of your doors. And where does that door lead to? Will he regret his decision? Will he be...in pain? What if-

“I can feel you overturning every stone in that beautiful head of yours. You don't have to worry about me, if this is how my life is supposed to end then I count myself luckiest of all to die with you next to me.”

“I can't do this without you. There is no way. ”

“You can.” He says, “And that's all I want. You do not need me. You are destined for greatness all on your own.”

“You´re wrong. I do need you. I like myself best when I'm with you.”

“You and I are kindred spirits, no doubt about it, but you are everything you need to be. Smart, strong, fierce and so beautiful it ruins me. Promise me you won't let my death take away who you are.”

You nod and bury your face in his chest, trying to memorize every beat of his heart, every smell and touch. You can´t make any promises you´re sure not being able to keep, but if it brings him peace, you´ll try to fulfil his wish.

The swaying carries on and so does the fire, the day outside coming into its full highest point. Kol is reminiscing of times past, From the first time, he saw you in the streets of New Orleans, to your reunion right to the endless memories mad ever the last 6 months. And you just listen to his voice carrying away.

Then amidst his stories, his slow movements falter and he buckles, almost folding on his knees.

This is it. The time has come.

You help him to the nearby couch and he scrambles, searching for your hand. Terror is written over his face

“I'm right here.”

Watching him is like flowing in a current downstream with nothing to grab on to. You have no choice but to accept your lack of control.

Then, one of Kol´s lesson crossed your mind, and you took his hand, concentrating on the pain running through his every atom.

He pulls his hand away in an effort to spare you discomfort, but you grab it again, holding on tight. He shakes his head again trying to get away a second time.

“It's okay. I´m okay.” You reassure him and he relaxes as an estuary of dark gritty pain connects to your veins.

It's unbearable. Incending. Numbing.

You don't know where his pain ends and yours begins, but it sees to lessen his, so you carry on, clenching your jaw to hide discomfort.

“Be free. My favorite star.” A tear slips from his eye and smiles, struggling along the letter as if they´re double-edged swords. He winces in pain, clenching his teeth, as the decayed grey crawls up his upper body.

You lean forward, kiss his lips for the last time and with another shallow breath and he fades out of life, the remnants of his last smile fading with him.

The finality of his departure settles into your bones and with it, one single word passes your lips.

Incendia.

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You´ve watched many people die, at your own hand or someone else's, and it brings nothing but one undenying truth; death picks apart every single shell you have created, self-made or forced upon. It tears apart your identity, rips apart all you have known and makes you doubt everything you have yet to learn.

And watching Kol die was self-annihilation in every aspect of the word.

Minutes have passed, sitting amongst your created chaos, coming apart at the seams with fire licking around the room like it means to play.

Then, from a distance, you hear voices.

Soon, hands pull at the fabric of your clothing, helping you to your feet. You drag your eyes from Kol´s burning body, to look into Stefan and Damon panic-filled eyes. They want to save you. Surely they know that it's far too late to save you now, yet they pull you away, naive to the anewed darkness of the world - your world.

“Y/N?” Stefan carefully touches your shoulder, nudging you to move “Hey, look at me.”

But his words fall on deaf ears.

This is the point where you´re supposed to break down in tears with every bit of regret boiling to the surface. But you feel numb, you can´t process the sound of his voice or the worried looks from both of them, all you can see are the flames and the smell of burning flesh reaching out of the house.

Kol's burning and you're drowning...

...and drowning

...and drowning.

“I'm sorry.” Stefan says, his hand still placed on your shoulder “I tried to reason with him, but he insisted.“ Stefan stiffens once he let the words slip out of his mouth, realizing his slip up much too late.

You turn to him slowly, finally dragging your eyes away from the fire. Stefan backs away and raises his hands in the air “I can explain.”

“How could you?!” You shove him away from you with much less force he deserves. You punch against his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs, but he doesn't back away or resists. He lets it happen.

But Damon has had enough. “Knock it off!” He stands in between you and Stefan “There was no other way! You would've died!”

“Then I would be dead right now!" You scream, against the uproaring wind "Instead…..How am I supposed to live like this, knowing that he died because of me because I couldn't leave the past in the past!”

“This is not your fault. You have to know that.” Stefan says, stepping out of Damon's shielding.

But Damon steps in front of him again. “I would choose you over one of them any day. If that makes me the bad guy, so be it. I don't need you to be okay with this.”

You could believe your ears. One of them….how insulting. Kol is….was nothing like his siblings.

“What about what I needed? After everything I did to make up for my mistakes you thank me with this?”

“What did you want us to do? We´are family, we couldn't just-”

“Family.." You scoff " you're throwing that word around like it's supposed to mean something to me. I have no idea what having a family feels like. Scolded by Mom, punished by Dad and shoved aside by you two - I was left out of everything, and I should've known better than to expect it's ever gonna change"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm telling you to fuck off and leave me alone. I have to scrape by boyfriends ashes from the floor."

“You want to be alone? Fine.” Damon says “But this is your fault, not ours. Blame yourself. "

Damon looks at you with disapproval, perhaps even disgust, then takes a few steps back, taking in the burning mess you created before he turns and walks away.

Stefan calls after him, desperate trying his best to be the Mediator as he's always been, but it's no use.

"No, let him go. He's right. I ruin everything I touch. Just go or you might be next."

"Y/N.."

"Go. Or I will make you. "

The mansion exterior was duller and less impressive as you remembered it. The paint seems faded, the trimmed hedges uncared for - it looks like the house is in mourning. Perhaps it is.

Knocking on the front door, you up to the balcony on the western side of the house. The railing where you sat with Kol and head a heart to heart with Stefan is barely visible from your vantage point. It feels so distant in the past and yet too close for comfort.

If you could only turn back time, perhaps you wouldn´t stand here alone.

The front door unlocks with a squeak and Elijah steps into view, his face in a veil of grief. He must´be known. Everyone did but you.

“Please do come in. “ He says and steps aside.

Much like the exterior, the interior felt nothing compared to what you remember it as. Or perhaps you just lost all senses of beauty.

Elijah careful watches your steps, not waiting for an attack, rather to assert the situation.

“I´ll make it short. “ You say, noticing his discomfort. “I need you to hold onto Kol´s ashes. I can´t- I think you should have them. Promise me you´ll guard them with your life.”

“You have my word.” He assures you and carefully takes the urne out of your hand and places it on the table in the middle of the room, next to a fresh cut of flowers.

You can't help but wonder if somewhere down the line only a ceramic urn filled with ashes is all that´ll be left of you.

“Please, do not blame yourself.” Elijah says “Kol deserve much better than what we offered, but you were never at fault for the circumstances that led to this.”

“I know.”

There was no point arguing, you know your truth, and however delusional Elijah is, he has his truth as well. But no consulting words will reflect that fact that you´re a fault. You and nobody but you.

“I, uh, I better go” You continue “I'm sorry for everything I put you through with...you know. I don't know why I let it escalate like this.”

He shakes his head and waves the problematic past away like its nothing but a bee on a hot summer day.

“Vengeance persuades even the strongest minds.” He says “It's a disease even we have to abstain from. With mild successes, of course.”

With a last look of all that remains of Kol, you bid farewell to Elijah and slip out of the door. You make it about halfway to the parked car before an intense and calculating stare digs holes into your backside.

Klaus.

“If you want to kill me for breaking the truce, just get it over with.” You say to him, leaning back on the car door.

“I didn't come to harm you.” He says, his voice calm and collected.

“Then why did you? To laugh at how much I lost?”

He swallows “Do you think that low of me?”

I do. Is what you want to say, but by the look on your face, Klaus knew the answer to his question before you could even open your mouth. So you said nothing.

“I came here to give you this. Kol left it before you embarked on your journey.” He continues and hands you a sealed letter.

Your heart sinks as the paper touches your fingers and you have to refrain yourself from crying on the spot.

“If it is any consolation, I am… I regret it had to come to this. In truth, Kol was centuries ahead of me and my pursuits. He was never tied to our promise and I envied and punished him for it.” He pauses, and finally drags his eyes from the floor “And I punished you for achieving what all my efforts could have never brought; unconditional love.”

You´ve heard several claims out of Klaus' mouth, threats of painfully detailed ways of death and torment, but none ever seems so sincere than what he just said. It makes you wonder if perhaps under this facade lies nothing but the same insecure, angry creature you have been shaped into, desperately searching for some sort of closure.

And it made you sick knowing that you sacrificed everything pursuing his downfall. How delusional you were. How destructively selfish.

“You know I can't figure you out.” You say, “I don't know if this is the real you or the big ego version.”

“Well, that will remain a mystery, I´m afraid.” He smiles, and you roll your eyes at his beaming regained confidence.

Klaus opens his mouth, to say something, but he changes the topic “You have proven yourself to be quite the nuisance. And a skilled opponent. Until we meet again.”

“Don't count on it.” You reply before hopping into the car, shifting the stick into drive and flooring the car, leaving Klaus in the dust.

One last stop until you´ll leave this town behind, this time for good. Nothing good comes out of Mystic Falls.

Holes and ripped pavement litter the once smooth black roads leading out of Mystic Fall. Six months ago, with the same green hue of the city sign in sight, you couldn't wait to leave. Back then you had a purpose and somewhere to go. But now….where do you go when the only home you´ve ever known is gone? When home was always tied to a person rather than a place? What do you do?

Six months so quickly dissolved themselves into an endless stream of starry nights, heartful laughter and lingering kisses. But now those experiences are layered with the veil of grief and regret and you feel ashamed and angry because of it. Your memories, nor Kol deserved to be frowned upon. Perhaps in the years to come, you would finally be able to smile rather than being drowned by them.

You reach over to the passenger seat, enclosing your trembling fingers around the paper edges of Kol´s letter. You twist it in your hand a few times, contemplating if you could handle reading it, or if it's better to store it away until you're more collected.

Get a grip, just open it.

It's just a letter...

It’s not just a letter.

With shaking but determined hands, and eyes ready to burst with tears, you read Kol´s handwritten words:

My darling,

Words could never describe how sorry I am to leave you. In all of my time alive and awake, I have never felt happier than when I was with you next to me. Leaving you will be the hardest challenge I will ever have to face.

But with the time we spend in mind, I will gladly sacrifice my life for you to flourish. So, please don´t mourn me, I'd give my life for you several times over if I had to.

You have been my steady rock, my lighthouse in the dark, my best friend, the keeper of my heart and the love of my life - and you will forever remain so.

You have not only quelled my rage but you understood me like no one had before. You understood me better than I did myself. You did not wish to change me like everyone had the intention to. You accepted me for who and what I was, and for that, I could never repay you or love you enough, when you have already loved me more than I deserved to be.

And you deserve nothing but the greatest life you've dreamed of. Live the life you´ve always wanted, live it for the both of us and don't even think about hiding that beautiful smile of yours in sorrow. I will know.

But fear not, this is not the end of us my favorite star, you and I, we are forever.

Eternally yours,

Kol.

Slow desolate tears run from your unblinking eyes, dripping steadily on the sheet of paper. The tears weren´t even half running dry, and you felt empty.

You havenßt experienced this feeling before. The pain was still there, but not raw as it has been all those centuries - now it´s a steady companion, a part of you can´t so easily bury.

But you will try to run from it, that´s a given.

As the city limits disappear in the rearview mirror, you think about how many seemingly good things must rest on the shoulders of something terrible. All you've longed for was nothing but freedom and instead, anger took over what sense of reality you had left, and the only person you cannot be without paid the price.

What else is there to hope for, to thrive for when your actions have brought nothing but doom?

However good one´s intentions, in the end, everything ends either in blood or ashes, bound in shallows and in miseries, lost in darkness and distance.

But there is one silver lining… this is not the end. It cannot be. The shadows are calling, and who better to answer than someone who is homeless to the world with nothing left to lose.

Perhaps this is a new beginning, one with sorrow and grief but with open possibilities. A new awakening, your own un-daggering….your own Open Coffin.

Author Note: And that's a wrap!!! For now at least. But there will definitely be a sequel to this in the future.

I might be inclined to write little timestamps from Kol and the reader's adventures. I couldn't put all of them in this chapter or it would´ve been totally unbalanced with anything else.

For now, though, I want to thank you for sticking with this story. I know it has been such a long time since I've started it and it evolved into something completely different from what I've planned and though it comes with many flaws, it's something I'm proud to have written.

And I want to thank each and every one of you who decided to read, comment and leave feedback. Without you, this would be a very lonely experience.

I have ideas for the second book, season - or whatever you like to call it. One is more going into thriller type of thing set within the TO universe. The other one would be a little more true to what we´ve seen in the show, and the other one is a more on the fantasy side.

I haven't decided fully on anything yet, so if you have any input at all, I would appreciate it if you would share it with me.

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delakoks · 5 years

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It’s my first attempt to translate in English something bigger than 4-5 paragraphs. This translation definitely has mistakes, so please please please point me at them~ I hope you’re gonna enjoy this Nellis fluff c:

In the twilight of the room touching each other with glances full of love, two men were talking. The older one half-sat, leaning against a carelessly thrown pillow. His words, rare and slow, poured like a viscous honey. It seemed like all the strength remained after a long day, he saved just to mess with the wavy hair of the guy lying next to him. The young man nestled his head on the man’s lap, and couldn’t tear his tired squinted eyes away from him.

Nick put his free hand around the kiddo, palm resting on his warm, even hot, chest, rising and falling from the ragged breathing. Desperately fighting sleep, Ellis almost cheerfully was telling one by one all sort of stories - about his past, about his family, about their music band, about his friend Keith and all absurdities that happened to him…

Nickolas was smiling widely. Not so much because of all these stories, but mostly being touched by kiddo’s appearance and tone. His sleepy eyes lost their inhetent blueness in the twilight, they were trying to close, and time to time Ellis had to slightly shake his head to wake himself up. Mechanic’s voice sounded unusually quiet, and the words, usually ringing, changed places, fused and even disappeared, causing Ellis to giggle foolishly and shyly at his own mistakes.

“El?” - Nick softly interrupted another story, still gently touching dark curls of kiddo’s hair. Mechanic with his eyes half closed with pleasure mumbled questionably, allowing himself to rest a little from incessant chatter. For a moment Nick almost changed his mind to speak, hoping that Ellis could finally get some sleep, but… he was darted with this widely opened puppy eyes. “Tell me… Tell me something no one knows”.

Ellis frowned trying to remember some story that he never told anyone, something special and interesting… Nick watched with unconcealed interest kiddo’s concentrated face. Dark eyebrows so unusually seriously moved to the bridge of Ellis’s nose, marked by the thin scar from long-healed wound. There was a scattering of almost imperceptible freckles… but Nickolas even with the closed eyes could tell about each of them, about every little dark drop on these tanned cheeks. And his lips… seductively soft lips faintly moved when Ellis, lost in his thoughts, was biting them from the inside. Nick struggled with the desire to slide his finger from the upper lip to the lower, push slightly, opening Ellis’s mouth…

The kiddo started to talk: “Once, when I was in high school, I found…”

Ellis instantly stopped as Nick, gently smiling, shook his head a little. That wasn’t what he meant, and they both knew it. Ellis swallowed nervously and for the first time in that night looked away from the gambler, shooting his gaze to the ceiling. Nick felt how under his palm Ellis’s heart suddenly started to beat faster, his breath became more uneven, and Ellis without even noticing was biting his lower lip, causing it to fill up with blood and become even fuller. For a moment the gambler almost regretted interrupting kid and forcing him to feel so uneasy in the midst of this peaceful night.

“Actually… I have one thing to tell” - Ellis muttered very quietly, nearly inaudibly, still without looking at Nick. His voice changed, suddenly deprived of all his mischievous gaiety. The hoarseness, that usually could be heard only when kiddo laughed too much, suddenly seized his voice adding him a dozen years and making Nick forget about Ellis’s common carelessness. “It’s… about you. It’s not a story, it’s more like… confession”

Nick felt a shiver run through his body. This naive young man always managed to impress him with his childish sincerity. And now he was so serious, and it wasn’t like his usual mask of maturity and importance. Because of the dim light his face seemed to be carved out of stone, and there wasn’t even a single hint of the silly southern child as he was known by most people. Now, alone with Nickolas, he was completely honest, he was himself, he let the gambler learn his innermost secrets.

Nick couldn’t help but note that Ellis behaving this way… turned him on.

“I have a confession for you, Nick” - Ellis finally blurted out. Looking for some comfort kiddo touched the hand lying on his chest. Nickolas turned his palm to gently squeeze Ellis’s fingers, inviting him to continue. “I love watching you”.

Nickolas briefly snorted in surprise but stopped at the same second, fearing to offend Ellis with such a reaction… But Ellis, with his head deep in his thoughts, continued:

“I love watching you. I watch you when you don’t even notice… Like when you’re cooking. Oh! You always smile when you bake cupcakes! You hum some tune, sometimes even sing quietly, and your hands are covered in flour, and you knock with your fingers on the countertops. And when you make the cream, you always lick the spoon, and sometimes you get some of the cream on your cheeks, or it stays on your lips, and I always want to…” - Ellis, blushing, suddenly snorted in embarrassment and briefly shook his head. Nick didn’t dare to interrupt, so the kiddo continued.

“In the morning, when you read newsfeed on your phone, you’re always serious and even gloomy. You frown, and suddenly some deep wrinkles appear on the bridge of your nose. Sometimes I notice how the corner of your mouth twitches or you sigh so irritably… And I want to take away your phone just not to let you read all that nonsense, and tell you something stupid to distract you, to make you laugh… I love watching you reading. Your eyes (gosh, your eyes!) run from line to line, and your face is like an open book, and I can see what you feel and what you think, and it’s so strange because any other time you’re so hard to read…

Or when we watch movies together, sometimes I don’t even follow the story because I’m always trying to look at you. And when we were watching that horror movie, I buried my face in your shoulder and even thinking of it still gives me a shiver… You hugged me, pushing closer, so warm and real and… protecting. Like you were hiding me from the whole world, not only from my fears…

But most of all…” Ellis froze, swallowing nervously, but then spoke again with the same quiet tone that he started with. “Most of all I love watching you sleep. At first your eyes still move under the closed eyelids, sometimes you frown and pull your lips together in the thin line, sometimes you smirk with the corner of your mouth… And then in a blink of an eye you relax and… I know it’s the real you. Without all these problems, without worrying, without trying to prove anything… You’re so innocent and so defenseless and I know it’s stupid, but I… I’m just me, good old silly Ellis, but I wanna keep you safe from… everything. I wanna make you forget about your past, I know, it haunts you. I wanna make you feel safe, make you.. smile more… So… you’ve certainly been told that a lot of times by all those girls… Yeah, Nick. I love watching you”

…the room fell silent, and Ellis was pretty sure that Nick could hear his heartbeat. The mechanic couldn’t make himself look at the gambler, so he continued to inanely blink at the ceiling. He could feel the blush burning on his cheeks and nose.

The kiddo flinched as Nickolas tightly squeezed his fingers.

“First of all” - the man whispered, leaning closer to Ellis, so he could feel the hot breath on his face. “No one… you hear me? No one ever told me something like this”

Nick stopped, licking his parched lips. Thank God, kiddo wasn’t looking at him, otherwise he definitely saw the blush on Nick’s face. And that wide smile, which made his jaw ache, but which never left his face. And if only Ellis hadn’t been so nervous, he would have noticed the throbbing of the hot fingers cluthing his hand. If only, if only…

“Secondly… Goddamit, Overalls! The way you behave doesn’t match your words!” Nick rebelled playfully. And it worked - Ellis sharply turned his head to look into the man’s face. Surprised and even insulted gaze darted Nick, and he explained with a grin: “If you love watching me, why the hell are you so interested in watching the ceiling for half of the night?..”

Ellis snorted and blushed even more. Embarrassed he tried to turn away, but Nick, releasing kid’s hand, quickly caught mechanic’s chin with his fingertips. Ellis didn’t resist, so the gambler gently touched his tanned cheek with a thumb and slowly moved it to the lips. Ellis sighed unevenly, closing his eyes and surrending to Nickolas completely. Nick finally reached the goal - southerner’s full lips, dry from a long monologue, chapped from the constant biting, hot from this Ellis’s shyly-sleepy condition.

Nickolas leaned even lower and, slightly raising kiddo’s face by the chin, softly touched his lips with the kiss. He wanted to be tender, as tender as he could be; he wanted to put in this kiss all the warmth that Ellis was giving him, he wanted to explain with one kiss all that immense that he felt… Very carefully Nick ran his fingers through Ellis’s fluffy curly hair and continued, weightlessly touching mechanic’s lips with his tongue, almost teasing, not wanting to rush…

Suddenly Nickolas got away from Ellis’s lips and began to lightly and gently kiss mechanic’s cheeks and cheeckbones and then finally kissed the tip of the freckled nose.

Gray-blue eyes, bleary from tiredness, stared at Nick in surprise. Nickolas smiled happily and whispered warmly: “You need to sleep… We can continue in the morning…”

#delakoks #nellis #nellis l4d2 #nick x ellis #my otp #fanfiction #fluff #comfort

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mauvaisxander · 7 years

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Fanmix Masterpost

All my fanmixes sorted by fandom under the cut. I’m working on putting all my old fanmixes on it now, and will be updating it as I make new mixes.

Agents Of Shield

Daisy

Fault Line

Lies Made Visible

Daisy/Fitz

Walk The Line

Daisy/Simmons

The Great Unknown

Daisy/Trip

Change The Weather

Fitz/Simmons

All My Broken Heartbeats

A New Equation

I Follow You (Deep Sea Baby)

Trip

These Small Hours

Anna Karenina

Anna/Vronsky

Constellations And Dreams

Arrested Development

GOB/Tony

This Could Be Magic, After All

A Song Of Ice And Fire

Ashara

With Grace In Your Heart And Flowers In Your Hair

Brienne

I Am Not A Maiden Fair

Brienne/Jaime

Only Love Can Save Us Now

Daenerys

My Voluntary Blindness

General

Put On Your War Paint

Robb/Theon

A Shock Of Death

Sansa

High On Lullabies

Theon

Blossom Every Broken Part

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn

Johnny

Kick Drum Heart

Sissy

Aching To Pupate

Buffyverse

Andrew

Let The World Spin Madly On

TV Taught Me How To Feel

Andrew/Xander

Big Crush On You

Angel

The Fragile Substance Of This Soul

Angel/Buffy

This Is Not The End

Angel/Cordelia

I Loved A Girl (Who Said That I Could Change The World)

Miles From Where You Are

Angel/Darla

Darkest Hearts

The Undone And The Divine

Angel/Faith

All My Love

Angel Investigations

What I Stand For

Angel/Spike

Nothing More Sadistic

Anya

Cinder And Smoke

Anya/Xander

A Tightrope Tragedy

Buffy

I’m Only Human

Looking For Heaven (Found The Devil In Me)

Buffy/Faith

Love Hunt Me Down

Buffy/Spike

Damage Control

Dark Little Heaven

Fire In The Water

Love Me Mercilessly

Take My Hand

You Are Second Hand Smoke

Connor

Monster

Cordelia

Shed My Skin

Cordelia/Doyle

Going Going Gone

Dawn

Boundless And Beauty

Keep On Dreamin’

Dawn/Xander

Speechless

Drusilla/Spike

A Dark Waltz

Ethan/Giles

Oxford Comma

Faith

Clouded With Dirt

Faith/Giles

Perfect (In That Fucked Up Way)

Faith/Willow

Walking Into Fire

Faith/Xander

A Dime A Dozen Kind Of Love

Fred

Don’t Lose Yourself

Fred/Gunn

I Love You (I Always Have)

You Light Up My World

Fred/Wesley

I Ache For You

General

At The Bronze

Darkest Before Dawn

Giles

A Sinners Heart

Giles/Lilah

Without An Honest Heart

Illyria

Phoenix Throne

Illyria/Wesley

A New Empire

Lilah/Wesley

Complementary Colors

Oz/Willow

A Perfect Fit

You Picked Me

Scoobies

A Life Worth Fighting For

Spike

Battle Born

Tara/Willow

Dreams Of Starry Nights

Every Moment Was So Precious

Wesley

My Lying Technique

Willow

Darkness I Became

Twilight Galaxy

Women

Bright As The Sun And As Bold As The Moon

My Own Hero

Bully

Cliques

Just A Stupid Kid

Gary/Jimmy

Shades Of Wrong

Strange Type Of Chemistry

Gary/Pete

All That You Are (Is All That I Need)

Cabin In The Woods

General

Doomsday

Choices Stories You Play

Kenna

I Won’t Run

Kenna/Raydan

I’d Follow

Chronicles Of Narnia

Caspian/Edmund

Until The Stars Fall

Community

Abed/Troy

Holding A Heart

Cougar Town

Laurie/Travis

Hearts Given Freely

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Greg

Never Wanted To Stay

Nathaniel/Rebecca

The Chase Is All You Know

Rebecca/Valencia

Not Fade Away

Dead Poets Society

Neil/Todd

Nothing Like You And I

Dollhouse

Adelle

Last Call For Sin

Adelle/Dominic

Falling From Your Grace

Alpha

Our Vintage Misery

Alpha/Echo

A Taste Of Poison Paradise

Dirty Little Damsel

Bennett/Topher

Two Atoms In A Molecule

Echo

I Don’t Exist

Memories Fade

Echo/Paul

Gravity Sings

Epitaphs

This House Is Falling Apart

General

Go Back To Sleep

We Do What We Must Because We Can

Mellie/Paul

My Sweetest Downfall

Sierra

Pins In Your Fingers

Sierra/Victor

You’re My Everything

Topher

Afterglow Of Rapture

Dead Hearts Are Everywhere

What Fine Design

Whiskey

Weary Of This Melody

Don’t Trust The B In Apartment 23

Chloe/June

All The Violent, Sweet, Perfect Words That You Said

Downton Abbey

Branson/Sybil

(You’re) The Home My Heart Searched For

Edith

I’ve Been Waiting (For My Planets To Align)

Thomas

Love Is Just A Lyric In A Children’s Rhyme

Durarara!!

Anri/Masaomi/Mikado

By Mistake Or By Design

Izaya/Shizuo

Violent For You

Fallout

Charon/Lone Wanderer

You’re My River

Firefly

General

We Stood Up

Inara/Mal

The Dizzy Dance

Kaylee/Simon

Memory Of Home

The Bed Of Stars

Zoe

I Fought The War

Friday Night Lights

General

God Love Your Soul And Your Aching Bones

Jason

Strength In Pain

Jason/Lyla

Too Much Is How I Love You

Jason/Lyla/Tim

Carousel

Julie/Matt

She Is The Sunlight

Wonderstruck

Landry/Tyra

I Will Love Until

Lyla

Heart Full Of Mess And Lore

Lyla/Tim

Burn Me Up

Never Gets Dull

Our Love’s The Only Truth

Matt

Looking For Wisdom

Vince

Everybody Loves Me

Friends

Chandler/Monica

I Could Live On Your Love

Geek Charming

Dylan/Josh

Movie Loves A Screen

Hannibal

Will

Blood On My Name

Harry Potter

Dean/Seamus

Makes My Heart Scream Colors

Harry/Hermione/Ron

Our Hearts Are Joined

Hermione/Ron

The Key To Your Heart

Will You Be The Queen? And I’ll Be Your Clown

You’re My Favorite Book

James/Lily

Head Over Feet

Luna/Neville

Love Planted Deeply

Percy

The Higher I’ll Climb

Remus/Sirius

Born A Lion

Lines Of Lightning

Ron

The Call

Sirius

Ghosts That We Knew

How I Met Your Mother

Barney

That Boy Is All About Fun

Barney/Robin

A More Uncertain Future

Change My Orbit

Your Perfect Disaster

Lily/Marshall

Growing Old With You

MacLaren’s Gang

High 5 (Friends Til The End)

Ted/Tracy

I’ve Missed You But I Haven’t Met You

Under My Umbrella

In Your Eyes

Dylan/Rebecca

Echo

iZombie

Liv/Major

You Mean The World To Me

Liv/Major/Ravi

More Than Life

Kill La Kill

Elite Four

Dire Dreams

Ryuko

Meaning Of Resistance

King Falls AM

Ben/Emily/Sammy

My Heart In Your Hands

Les Miserables

Bossuet/Joly

A Drop In The Ocean

Combeferre/Jehan

Our Own Constellations

Cosette/Eponine

Spoken Words Like Moonlight

Cosette/Marius

Sunlight In A Jar

Sweet Love

Courfeyrac/Marius

Finding Something To Do

Enjolras/Grantaire

Our Hands Clasped So Tight

You’re The One (I Had To Meet)

Jehan

Marvelous Things

Les Amis

A Dream Inside Our Heads

Marius

The Way It Ends

Leverage

Eliot/Hardison/Parker

I Fall Into You

Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Lydia

Sweet About Me

Marvel

Avengers

All Is Lost, Hope Remains

Bucky/Natasha

Darkness In My Heart

Bucky/Steve

Calling Me Home

Clint/Natasha

Runnin’ Wild

Elektra/Matt

Your Devil Side

Frank

Cross The Line

Jessica

I Am Steel

Natasha

Fishnets And Malice

Peggy

Something Good Can Work

Pepper

Woman King

Pepper/Tony

Love Will Be Our Wings

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries

Dot/Hugh

Me Following You

Jack/Phryne

Anything Could Happen

I Can’t Waste A Falling Star

Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters

Alec/Magnus

I Saw Heaven’s Skies In Your Eyes

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Asuka

Raise Hell

Asuka/Shinji

Hand In Unlovable Hand

General

People Are Just People

Kaworu/Shinji

A Prayer Left Unprayed

C’est La Vie C’est La Mort

Nothing More Than Stardust

Misato/Ritsuko

One More Night

Shinji

I Am (Not) Running Away

Searching For A Paradise

You Were Just A Wish

Non Fandom

Bumpy Relationships

Get Me Right

Cats

Nine Lives

Cheer Up

Comedy Tonight

Christmas Filk

It’s A Fanboy Christmas

Finnish Music

Finland Finland Finland (That’s The County For Me)

Love

Perfect Love

Music I Like

#Back8Tracks

Orange Is The New Black

Alex/Piper

Can’t Fight Gravity

Piper

I’m A Guilty One

Rosa

Gonna Go Out In Style

Parks And Recreation

Andy/April

Wrap The World In Ribbons

Ben/Leslie

This Whole Beautiful Thing

Percy Jackson

Calypso/Leo

A Funny Little Thing

Person Of Interest

Finch/Reese

Save My Life

Reese

Flesh And Bone

Root

Remember Her Name

Root/Shaw

I Come With Knives (To Love You)

Steal This Moment

Pretty Little Liars

Alison

I Was Born In A Summer Storm

One Of Those Ghosts

Alison/Emily

A Fantasy Affair

Law Of Gravity

Alison/Mona

Ruthless Game

Aria

Hearts From Iron

Aria/Ezra

How Fierce It Would Be

Young Love

A Team

Is It Any Wonder That I Feel Betrayed?

Caleb/Hanna

A Drug For Angels

Emily/Paige

She Keeps Me Warm

Emily/Spencer

Shinin’ Just For You

Hanna/Mona

We’ll Be A Sweet Disaster

Jenna

(You Never Met A) Bitch Like Me

Liars

We Are Fire Born

Melissa

Secrets That Are Never To Be Told

Mona

Boom Goes The Dynamite

Spencer

I Am Titanium

Last Piece Of The Jigsaw

Spencer/Toby

I See Your Face In Every Star

Lost Without You

This Love Is Ours

Princess Tutu

Ahiru

Dance With Me Tonight

Ahiru/Fakir

Everlasting Light

Mytho/Rue

I Was Made For You

Rue

Blackbird

Psycho-Pass

General

Sins Original

Kougami/Makishima

Living With Your Ghost

Kougami/Tsunemori

Words In My Memory

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Kyoko/Sayaka

All Of My Stupid Love

Pushing Daisies

Chuck/Ned

Star-Crossed Souls Slow Dancing

Revenge

Emily/Nolan

For You, I Would Happily Drown

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Anthy

All This Sin And Strife

Hope That Something Pure Can Last

Anthy/Utena

Moondance

Pull Me Home

General

Stand And Fight

Juri/Shiori

All My Fragile Strength Is Gone

Saionji/Touga

Burn The Ashes

Safety Not Guaranteed

General

Gimme Sympathy

Shakespeare

Beatrice/Benedict

Crazy Love

Ophelia

Rose Red

Shameless

Fiona

Shining Stars

Fiona/Jimmy

Burn To Shine

Ian/Mickey

Every Truth That You Denied

Hope Is Our Four Letter Word

Karen

Baby You’re A Star

Karen/Lip

For Just One Yesterday

The Wonderful Mess That We Made

Kevin/Veronica

Here Comes The Sun

Lip

Devil In My Mouth

Star Trek

Cardassians

All In Gray

Filk

Star Trekkin’

General

The Future’s Not That Far Away

Sarina/Seven

Poetry In Motion

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Alexander/Nog

A Sky Full Of Stars

Bashir

Real Human Being

Bashir/Garak

Doctor Doctor (Give Me The News)

Inside The Lies

Love&Pizza

Mosaic Broken Hearts

No Sweeter Innocence

The War Is Over (We Are Beginning)

This Could Be Trouble

Truth In Your Lies

You Were A Kindness

Bashir&O’Brien

As Brothers We Will Stand

Dax/Kahn

Your Kiss Is Like A Lost Ghost

Dax/Kira

I And Love And You

Our Private Galaxy

You’re The Only One I See

Garak

Tell You A Secret

Jake/Nog

This Perfect Spot

Underneath The Stars

Keiko/Kira/Miles

Love Was Bigger

Kira/Odo

(Your Love Is) Steady And Sure

Odo/Quark

Say That We’ll Be Nemeses

Sisko

Faith Is All

Star Trek: The Next Generation

Picard/Q

That Makes Us Human

Riker/Troi

A Moment Of Truth

Star Trek: The Original Series

McCoy/Spock

Our Calculation

Uhura

A Star On The Dark Horizon

Star Trek: Voyager

EMH I/EMH II

Wings Of Thought

Janeway

Find A Home

Janeway/Seven

Coming To You

Kim/Paris

You Make Me Feel Like I Am Home Again

Kim/Paris/Torres

Fall In Love With A B Film

Kim/Tuvok

The Color Of The Universe

Paris/Torres

Falling Is Like This

One More Chance (To Be Young And Wild And Free)

Passion Bites

You Make My Motor Run

Seven

Machine

Suder/Tuvok

You Are My Temptation

Stranger Things

Jonathan/Nancy/Steve

The Sky, The Earth, And Us

That 70′s Show

Hyde/Jackie

Don’t Let Me Fall

Jackie

Bubblegum Bitch

The Book Thief

Liesel

Magnolia

The Newsroom

Don/Sloan

Only Love

Mackenzie/Will

I Gave You All

We Are Love And Misery

The Office

Angela/Dwight

Working Hard For You

Jim/Pam

The Earth Is Warmer When You Laugh

Kelly/Ryan

Reckless With My Heart

The West Wing

Ainsley/Sam

You Will Become

C.J./Danny

As Lovers Go

Sweet Nothing

Welcome To Night Vale

Carlos/Cecil

I Hear Your Voice (And Suddenly I’m Falling)

General

A World Of White Blindness

Wicked

Elphaba/Glinda

Swan Song

Wolf 359

Eiffel/Hera

A Universe Inside Of You

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