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The Howling

AU Werewolf Mafia: F|Reader x AU Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Synopsis: You move to a new town and the people there are just... strange.

Warning: 18+ Mature in next chapters, Lil Gore, Mate-Trope, Alpha-Omega trope, Angst, Overall Violence and Dark Themes

A/N: This is me, avoiding my other WIPs so I can pantsy-through another story that I'm not sure how to plot. Well, I couldn’t decide between Werewolves or Mafia AU, so here’s both.

It was known.

The first night of a full moon after Winter Solstice, every citizen of the little town had to bar their doors, stay inside and hope that sunrise received them unscathed. Otherwise, the victims of little Arcadea wouldn’t come to save you from the mauling beasts. Everyone knew you weren’t meant to go outside.

If only you had known that beasts also lurked in the daylight.

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You were new in town. The aftermath of a bad relationship and a great offer of a remote position gave you freedom enough to move to a new place. As long as you had Wi-Fi, you could work. When the opportunity arose in a niche little town, away from the city and surrounded by a sea of woodland, you took it. Anything to place miles and miles between you and your psychotic ex was a great offer.

A ride an hour away from the city was an improvement. Anything was.

But despite the cute little cafes and the upcoming Christmas festivities, the town didn’t receive you with open arms. The locals weren’t gracious to newcomers, so you did everything possible to not intrude.

That’s why you found yourself hiding in the little library, staking claim of your little corner with a watered-down coffee between your hands. It was lukewarm, but enough to stave away the chilling breeze coming from the open doors. Aside from the fact that this was the only place with decent Wi-Fi, it was comfortable and quiet.

Kate, the local librarian, could be heard chatting away as the truck backed up near the entrance. Tuesday meant that new books were coming in. And Tuesday meant that the delivery guy would burst your quiet bubble any second now.

You hadn’t been here a full month and you already felt like you knew too much about him.

Soap was chatty and had a smile too wide that didn’t match your grumpiness. And what kind of name was Soap?

Without looking up, you heard his footsteps. You imagined that he skipped your way, going by the obnoxious clatter of his keys and whatever else he had in his pockets.

Maybe you needed more caffeine to be nicer, you thought as your temples pulsed with an upcoming headache. It was something inexplicable, but whenever Soap came near your instincts went haywire. The urge to be defensive and argumentative rose within you like a second nature.

“New Lass,” he called you, almost cheering. You rolled your eyes at the nickname he donned you with as you refused to give him your name. It seemed that you acting wary of men made him think he had to try and get on your good side, the tough way, by being annoyingly too cheery. To add to your annoyance, your reactions only incited him more.

“Got ya’ more books. Want to see the new batch?” He asked too loudly with excitement, and you winced. “Oh, my bad. Inside voice.” He half-apologized, shrugging with a smile still plastered on his annoying features.

You were just… annoyed.

You took in his outfit. His usual black overall was replaced by dark jeans and a light jacket. Even his mohawk was not covered by the usual beanie, which prompted you to ask him something finally. “Going on a vacation?”

His clothing was not meant for the blistering cold outside.

“Wow,” Soap placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “Oh, New Lass. I thought you were mute.”

“Selective,” you answered shortly, then looked down to pretend to write an email. You hoped he took the hint but going by the lack of screeching chair at his usual loud departure, he was still sitting in front of you.

His shoulders shook in silent laughter, and you questioned him with merely a risen eyebrow. “You would get along with my boss. You two would be a party.”

At your frown, he explained, “Silent and grumpy.”

“Soap!” Someone called from the entrance, allowing you peace as he walked away with a wave. What an odd man.

“See ya, New Lass.” Without turning back, he answered just as gruffly to the person that had demanded his attention, an attitude he had never directed at you despite your unwelcoming brashness. You couldn’t hear the rest, them being too far away.

Peace and quiet drove away the turmoil that usually came along with Soap’s presence, but your temples still pulsed with a surging headache.

“20 years less and I would,” Kate sighed as she closed the door with a click, looking through the glass doors as the truck drove away. Finally, warmth permeated the library again.

“Would what?” You asked and Kate looked at you like you were dense. Well, you kind of were.

“I don’t go for the young ones, but maybe Soap can be an exception,” As realization dawned at what she implied, Kate held in her amusement behind her titivating grin.

“Aren’t you married?”

“Like that has to do anything with it,” Kate rolled her eyes playfully and you ignored the uncomfortable thought of loyalty being so casually dismissed. Again, another reaction you had to thank your ex. “And you? No man back home that calls you lass?”

The wiggle in her eyebrows brought you a little out of your dark cloud. “No, no man for me.”

You went back to your screen, ignoring the understanding look from Kate.

“Ah, we all came to Arcadea to escape from something,” she said, salvaging what little conversation you had with her. You weren’t exactly social, and amongst the locals, she was the most welcoming one. But that all made sense when she mentioned she was a foreigner as well, married her husband and was brought to the little town where she founded her dream little bookshop.

That might explain the why and how the place stood afloat, seeing as you were the only customer you had seen inside. What you didn’t have a theory for was the mysterious merchandise of books she received weekly, and yet the contents of the library hadn’t changed once.

Soap looked nice and approachable, but the gruffness, tattoos and bulking arms convinced you that it was not smart to ask. The curling instinct you had adopted from the big city told you he was not merely a delivery boy. But it was none of your business, or so you repeated to yourself every time something odd happened in little Arcadea.

And it was a lot.

“You ok there, love?” Kate asked as you stared ahead, lost in thought.

“I think I’m clocking out early,” You stretched in your chair, closing the laptop. “This migraine calls for a long nap.”

“All right, hope you feel better!” Kate called out as you made your way to the exit. Until she left you with a parting advice.

“Oh, and y/n” She started, the lack of endearment calling for your attention. You turned, expecting the common cheery demeanor one can expect from Kate. Instead, the hardened glance made you freeze. The grim expression seamlessly bleeding away the woman you had been getting to know these past few weeks. This was a stranger standing in front of you. “Don’t go out tonight.”

Without any chance of asking for an explanation, the happy demeanor returned, and Kate left you gaping at the entrance as she hummed away to the back of the store.

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She surely had meant ‘go out’ as ‘hang out’, right? You weren’t exactly friendly with the locals yet, only a few. Kate was paranoid and you were starving. And it was Tuesday. Nothing happened on Tuesdays.

After sleeping away the headache for what felt like days, you woke up parched and ready to eat a whole three course meal. The migraine had ceased enough for you to see without flinching at every little light, but you knew that if you didn’t eat soon, it would worsen. So still in pijamas, with fuzzy boots and a big hoodie to complete the look, you went out into the cold with your phone, cash and your keys.

The diner across the block closed late, at least late enough for you to eat. And if it fit the mood, you might aim for a milkshake, you thought as you headed into the center of the town.

As you walked, you hugged yourself to stave away the breeze weaving through the trees. The woodland was so close to the town you could hear the leaves moving, its hushing billowing out through the deserted streets.

The cold painted your breath in huffs, your distance to the diner decreasing. But as you kept your pace, you couldn’t help but recognize the unusual solace of the roads. They were devoid of life, vendors already settled down for the night.

Your footsteps on gravel were the only sounds disrupting the silence, but even without any more sounds, the eerie feeling of someone staring at you made you walk faster.

Nothing could’ve told you someone was staring at you but your intuition, your paranoia getting the best of you. You snapped your head back, hoping that your fear was only induced by the darkness. The weathered headlamps were enough to let you confirm that you were wrong. No one was there, no shadows followed you. With nothing to show for, you kept walking, pace hurrying nonetheless.

The bell on the door charmed at your entrance. It was quiet, oddly so. You were often received by the boisterous waitress that covered the nightshift. She made the best lattes and made you laugh, getting you away from your shy nature.

All worn booths were empty as you sat in your preferred corner, read the menu that you’ve read a thousand times before, and looked around. It was odd that you hadn’t seen nor heard the waitress yet.

The restaurant looked empty, abandoned even. So with courage, you stood up and sat at the bar, ringing the bell for service. Right now, you would do anything for crumbs.

“Hi, dear,” the waitress whose name tag read as Darla, gave you a hurried smile. “I’m sorry, but we’re closing early today.”

“Please,” Yes, you resorted to begging. “I’m starving. Just the usual.”

“I-“ she stuttered. “The kitchen is already closed. The cook clocked out early.”

At the last word, the entrance bell chimed behind you, making you turn curiously. You felt the breeze, you heard the bell and you heard the door closing… but there was no one there. All tables were as empty when you arrived.

You turned back to face the waitress. The question in your lips stopped mid track at her expression. Her dark complexion had gone white, eyes wide eyed and petrified.

“Make the girl a plate.”

A low rumbling voice said from behind you, and you saw fear bleed into Darla’s expression.

You looked back immediately to your right, your gaze clashing with broad shoulders first, biceps bulging beneath a tight fitted black shirt. It seemed as if his height went on and on as your head tilted upwards, taking in the broadness of the looming man dressed as walking death.

Dark eyes beneath a skull mask perilously studied you. His stare unflinching, unmoving, as your heart made its way to your throat with fear… and something else. Something odd and uncanny made the hairs on the back of your neck rise. The sensation of someone chasing you confused you. You were sitting still, and he hadn’t made himself an obvious threat, despite the oddity of his mask in the middle of a local dinner. Your mind spun at the lack of sense, your heart wildly beating, pinned beneath his stare. While petrified on the stool, your body slowly but surely felt heat rise, perspiration building along your temples as if you had already ran a mile.

That damned migraine came back tenfold, and you still sat there, looking up like a deer in headlights, eyes threatening to scrunch at the buzzing lights. If you were to look away first, he would take it as you submitting to whatever fear was taking ahold of you. You kept silent, holding in your gasps of air.

What is this? Who was he?

Somehow, he had walked behind you so silently and so fast, you hadn’t seen him enter. He had crossed half the diner in seconds, landing at the opposite side of you. Something you wanted to believe was impossible, but here he was.

He was the first to break eye contact, allowing air into your lungs. All the odd warming sensations stopped at his departure. Without a glance back, he entered the kitchen then pivoted to the exit door, Darla moving away to give him a wide berth of space.

“New cook?” You joked timidly, trying to break the tension of the now fretting waitress. Metal spoons and pans clattered as she filled a foam container with whatever she could find. Her hands shook.

“Go,” Darla whispered with a pointed look, handing you a bag with whatever lukewarm food. At your hesitation to leave her alone, she pushed it to your chest, then motioned you to the door.

“I can pay-“

Darla side stepped the counter, hands on your shoulders pivoting you to the exit.

“It’s on the house. Now, don’t do anything stupid and stay inside.”

With that, the door clicked hurriedly behind you, not allowing you to turn and ask the million questions you had for her.

You were at odds with yourself as you stared at your dark reflection on the glass door.

On one hand, you wanted peace. It was the main reason you came to this town for, and asking the right or wrong questions often led you into more problems. But on the other hand, a huge man with a skull mask with an in-defensive woman didn’t bode well. And the panic in her eyes made you repeat the interaction over and over again.

Darla shut off the lights as she went back to the kitchen, leaving you standing at the closed entrance of the now dark restaurant.

You debated if it was worth it calling the police, or if that fell under the list of what Darla deemed as something stupid.

Holding the bag to yourself as you walked back to your apartment in a hurry, you ignored Darla’s warnings. You’d rather bet on the ‘stupid’ but safe option and put in an anonymous tip. The receiver sounded bored, nonchalant even, not caring that a woman was alone in her job with a strange man. The interaction didn’t go as planned, especially when the person you spoke with treated you as if you were insane and not something to believe. The conversation turned oddly quiet when they asked you to describe the man, the mention of a ‘skull mask’ twisting their questions into more personal ones.

Who are you? What’s your name? What’s your place of residence?

You hung up.

You did what you could, right? At least Darla’s danger won’t fully fall into your consciousness, you tried to convince yourself.

But the interaction interrupted whatever you thought of doing that night. You couldn’t concentrate. There was something off-putting that insisted that you had to go back there, but you were astute enough to know that it wasn’t a safe route. As an outlet, you called the restaurant several times, hoping that the internet’s spotty phone number was a true one. No answer. Maybe… just maybe if you saw if Darla was ok, you could rest. Then after assuring her safety, you would be relaxed enough to go back to your own business and hide in your apartment once again. After scarfing down the lukewarm food and pacing over the options, you did something else Darla had mentioned, something she had warned against.

With keys between your knuckles and pepper spray in your pocket, you went back outside. You just wanted to see that Darla wasn’t hurt. One glance and you were out.

This was the moment in horror movies when one would demean the main character for doing something so obviously stupid, you thought as you shivered with adrenaline and uncertainty.

The streets were just as empty as the restaurant, a full moon at its peak providing most light. The pavement was so dark its reflection bathed the street in white.

As you neared, you slowed your pace and approached cautiously. You shook the doors by the handles, but they were already locked. That much you already knew… but you’ve seen the odd man going out the other exit.

Cautiously, you tiptoed to the right corner and came around, peeking into the darkness to scope the back of the establishment. This is surely the way you’ll die, you thought with a tight grip of your keys as you rounded the wall. And at the turn, you clashed into something warm, so warm that the hands grasping you back to a wide chest could be felt through all your layers of clothing.

It was almost as if he had materialized from the shadows. Even with whatever minor moonlight shone through, it was not dark enough for you to be completely blind. You should’ve seen him coming.

You pushed the person back with all your strength, but they did nothing but chuckle, still too near for your comfort. At the sound and the familiarity of the creeping sensation crawling up your neck, you relaxed a little.

“Oh lass, I didn’t think it was like that,” Soap goaded, holding you close. “Only one word today and you’re already throwing yourself at me.”

“Get off me,” you shook your arms as you looked around him, behind him. At least, tried to, but he annoyingly planted himself in your line of sight, prohibiting you from searching for another sign of life.

“Hey, attention on me, yeah?” Soap stood closer, presence prompting you back to his attention.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned him, gaze still looking around you. “Where’s Darla?”

“Whose Darla?” Soap mused as he walked forward, forcing you to take steps back. “And I could ask the same.”

“I’m hungry,” you answered quickly, knowing that would be the first excuse you would use if the waitress asked for your intentions by disobeying her warning.

“Something told me you ate,” Soap said as he pointed with a look the red stain on your hoodie. He leaned closer and inhaled. You leaned back and ignored the odd gesture. “Pasta, to be exact.”

“Well, I’m still hungry.”

Seconds passed, and gloom dimmed his grin.

“Ah,” Soap sighed, disappointed. “So you’re the one that called the police.”

You froze, fear chilling the back of your neck. How did he know that? Nervous sweat and an accelerating heart with wide eyes took over you. Annoying Soap wasn’t acting like a child prying for your attention anymore. The seriousness and the slow tilt of his head made him seem as a complete stranger, much like Kate had been.

Had she known the danger of the delivery boy? Was she in on whatever was going on?

“Oh? Did the police come by?” You asked, thinking that it would be best not to admit anything. “Why would they need to come here?”

Soap’s lips tilted, and not in the amusement you’d been accustomed to. At your struggle to swallow, his sight slowly landed on your throat. His gaze leisurely angled up to your eyes, moonlight catching oddly on his irises.

“Hm,” he took his index finger to his chin, musing into the air mockingly. “What to do with you now.”

He looked down on you, as if he was holding a secret you didn’t know. Deliberating… In a sudden flash, he was beside you, arm around your shoulders back pushing you forward. His proximity jolted you, your temples resurging the headache from earlier.

“Come, It’s time you to meet the boys,” He offered, not leaving you another option.

“What boys? I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m leaving now.” You tried to turn back, but the both of you had already walked to the back where you supposed the dumpsters were.

“This is not a good idea, so I’m leav-“ You tried to say again, but it was too late.

“Look what I found,” Soap said loudly. As you rounded the corner, you blinked at the dim light, the backlight providing enough for you to make out three silhouettes and… maybe a dog in the back? They all looked big, all broad as Soap, but Soap lacked what they had in height.

The same man that had interrupted you earlier stood the furthest, his imposing shadow drawing perturbing darkness over the bricked wall, swallowing whatever light the moon provided. You could make out his form through the darkness. He was unfazed, unmoving, unlike his counterparts.

His untiring glare pinned you in place again, imposing itself in front of the prowling dusk-like silhouette bleeding away at the corner of your eye.

“What have you done?” One of the other men questioned with despair, genuinely worried at your presence petrified beside Soap. With a hand movement, the motion-sensor light activated, bathing the strangers with a harsh truth, immediately providing you with the information you were lacking. Now you understood Darla’s fear, its sight leaving you breathless.

The man in the skull mask was accompanied by other two, all just as bulky and threatening. The man perturbed at your presence was dressed in casual black just as Soap, the other one dressed in a police uniform. The golden badge caught in the light as the man stood taller, preparing for action, as if to chase you when you imminently ran away.

But your gaze couldn’t really focus on anything else except the dead body laying between them, all men surrounding the corpse. A pool of blood gushed from the cook’s torn neck, a chunk of it missing. You didn’t really know him… had known him.

He had been rude and standoffish, much like the rest of the citizens of the little town, but you really hadn’t seen any action that prompted for death, and a bloody one at that. But again, not knowing much about anyone had led you to this moment, prying for the safety of a stranger.

And now someone was dead, and you might be next. They all stared at you, at your rising panic.

“I didn’t think you would kill him so quickly,” Soap said nonchalantly, and your heart pounded itself into your throat, crawling upwards through your ribcage, preventing you from screaming. He voiced it so casually, as if this was his norm. “And besides, she’s the one that ratted us out.”

You felt the burn of Soap’s gaze on your profile, his arm around your arm confining. Suffocating.

“Brave for someone so little.”

The one in the police uniform stepped forward slowly, stern look at odds with the amusement in his voice. He might have seemed the oldest with the light mutton chop-beard, or at least the leader, going by the respect in Soap’s expression. As he got nearer, you felt Soap stand straighter. If he was someone Soap respected, he was someone you were to fear. That much you knew.

Their accents were not much like your own.

Your eyes jumped frantically from the body to him, the Sheriff badge pinned to his uniform catching in the light again, giving away his job position. Even with the threat imminently approaching, you also watched around him. The other stranger and the skull mask staring back at you were not forgotten. Too many threats you had to watch out for, you thought as you searched for an exit, for a way to drive away the attention from you.

“Don’t touch me,” You furiously shook Soap’s arm, ducking away, the lack of warmth reminding you of how actually cold it was. Your hurried breaths came out in puffing mist, truly showing them how scared you were. The fingers tightly curled around your keys were wait, fully prepared to drive jam your only weapon into someone’s throat, even if it did nothing but distract. You were determined to die fighting.

As if knowing your intentions, your eyes returned to the man you had briefly met before at his amused huff, the black of his skull mask camouflaging with the darkness behind him. It was almost like you couldn’t help but stare back at death.

Despite being the one standing the farthest away, too still for him to seem preoccupied at your actions, you knew subconsciously he was the biggest threat of them all.

“Hm, pup has teeth,” the Sheriff mused as he frowned, annoyance in his face aimed at Soap.

“And the other one is a yapper,” the one with the skull camouflage retorted, comment aimed at Soap too, his voice again sounding like a grumble in your ears, as if was too low of a sound for you to register.

Instinctively you minutely winced, adrenaline making your pulse jump.

The Sherrif’s ever studying gaze caught the movement, frown turning menacing. “That seems like a problem.”

You waited for him to pounce, to cut your throat as they had done to the one that cooked the best burgers in town. Or at least, for him to command you to start digging your own grave.

Seconds went by and the breeze picked up momentarily. Only the lulling shush of the billowing leaves was heard. You shivered as it hit the back of your neck, flying some of your loose baby hairs to your cheeks.

You wanted to think you were delirious. No matter how subtle the rise of his shoulders, you could tell when he inhaled. As did the others, simultaneously.

The threatening nature of the leader flattened to a blank expression, but his eyes, unmoving from your features, were as intense as your ongoing rising panic. You understood immediate violence, already bracing for whatever they had planned from the moment you saw them. What you didn’t understand was the realization dawning on the other two at the back, nor the proud stance in Soap.

But the Sheriff raised his hands in a placating manner and took a few steps back, submissive, expression now beseeching you to not fear him. The shift in attitude had you gripping your keys between your knuckles harder, thinking it was another tactic to lower your inhibitions.

“Impossible,” the unmasked one at the back whispered, eyes wide in disbelief.

“She’s had a headache for days now,” Soap added the much unnecessary comment. You glared, realizing that he had been observing you too closely, Kate probably spying for him. She was the only one that knew about the headaches.

“Grumpier each time I come near,” Soap added, almost tenderly. At your glare, he grinned. “See?”

“What? Can you shut up?” You sneered, taking more steps back, them allowing it. Almost feeling violated at the fact that you never had any privacy, anger interlaced itself with your never-ending fear. Your shifting mood wouldn’t now stab Soap in fear, but in rage at his grating voice.

“Easy there.”

The one with the mask hummed at the bite in your tone. That rumbling sound again drove your gaze to his like a moth to flame. It was sorely a reminder of your precarious situation, a gravely dangerous one.

You have been here before, trapped with a man that wanted to hurt you, you thought. You thought you escaped from that, that Arcadea was your way out. But as Soap stood near, you realized it was lie, and you might never come back alive this time. Four men and one woman didn’t bode well for other reasons too; you weren’t a stranger to the sins against your flesh either.

“You should smell her,” Soap finally said, humming with pride, not understanding how unsettling it was for you to hear. The creepiness in the comment made you forget about your anger momentarily, your eyes catching the lifeless ones of the cook. Slowly, your gaze drifted upwards, until it landed on now luminescent eyes behind a mask, moonlight reflecting oddly. Even through it, you noticed the harsh frown aimed at you. It spelled danger, and that was enough for you to bolt.

“Soap!”

You pivoted and ran, but just as quickly, you stopped and skidded on pavement. The adrenaline didn’t allow you to feel the shock of you landing on your behind, your hands taking the brunt of the impact as you stared upwards wide-eyed.

There was nowhere to go, and there was no way you could run away from it.

A hulking figure bled from the shadows, rising at its hunches. Snarling teeth, each one the size of your forearm, salivated in a snarling smile. A wolf the size of a two-story house stood amidst the night, hiding the high full moon behind it, taking the sight of your exits with him.

A hand caught you by the back of the hoodie as you crawled back, pulling you up.

“Breathe, lass,” Soap instructed in what he thought was a comforting way, but his grasp along the sight of the nearing beast turned your stomach. “You’re ok.”

“No, Soap!”

Before he could heed his boss’s warnings, Soap’s hand grasped the back of your neck gently. It was the first time he made skin to skin contact, and what a mistake that was.

Electricity cursed through you painfully and you screeched. It started from the top of your neck then down to your lower back, blinding agony crawling like a shiver down your spine. You fell to your knees, bone clacking with the floor loudly.

“You NEVER touch a dormant, much less her!” The Sheriff ran to your aid, hands hovering yet not daring to touch your shivering form. Something was strangling you from the back, your fingers clawing your throat and the nape of your neck where Soap touched you as you gasped for air.

The daring Sherriff finally grasped your wrists over your sweater, avoiding skin, preventing you from hurting yourself.

“Breathe through it, love,” he encouraged, hiding away the panic in his voice.

Soap jumped away from you at your scream, looking at his hand blamed for assaulting you.

“What do we do?” The one that mentioned the odd impossibility of your existence also stood near, worried gaze aimed at your hunching form. “We’ve never met an Omega before.”

Perspiration seeped through your clothing, shivers racking all over your body. You now laid down completely, hugging your bruised knees to your chest in fetal position.

A sudden current of unexplained emotions surged through the odd sensations of your body. Almost like not knowing how to pick, your emotions jumped from blinding rage, and oh so suddenly, back to despair then again to happiness. Sobs of overwhelming consciousness were pulled from you against your will. Your hands were freed, allowing you to clutch your head.

“Make it stop,” you begged repetitively through your crying, migraine increasing by the second.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Soap repeated again and again, apologies increasing at your wails.

You covered your ears at his voice, clenching your eyes shut.

“Hush” the gruff man sporting the mask said from the back. “No Beta should speak now.”

They made way as he neared, steps carefully calculated.

Unlike Soap’s voice, the lower rumbling coming from the looming shadow didn’t feel like screeching. His voice almost lulled you from the up and coming anguish caving away in your chest.

“What’s happening to me?” You managed to choke out, your voice feeling like nails trying to crawl up your trachea.

“It will pass soon,” he said, dark eyes intensely focusing on your own. He didn’t kneel beside the others, standing away, hiding your sight from the pacing beast behind his back, almost sensing how uncomfortable it made you. Even through the neutral tone and mask, you noticed how agitated he was at your state. The why and the how of the reason you knew that was lost on you.

“Stop that, you’re making her nervous,” the Sheriff spoke at the beast’s growl, but with a huff, it followed instructions and laid down slowly, as if not to disturb you.

After one last upsurge of overwhelming emotions, it slowly lulled down to a passive wave that you had to fight through. It was almost as if it had drained you, physically and emotionally. You could only stare in a haze at the military boots kneeling beside you.

Minutes followed in silence, allowing you reprieve from your heightened senses as your tears didn’t cease.

“How are you feeling, pup?” The Sherriff asked lowly, scared of disturbing you from your sudden peace. You tried to breathe out an answer, but nothing came out. You laid down there, limp, and exhausted, and yet it was not enough to stave away the need for comfort.

This wasn’t you, but you couldn’t fight the honing focus of your sight. And through your breathing, a scent snapped you up into action, like a string pulling you forward. The men hovering over you leaned back as you raised your head slowly but desperately. It was a need for… you weren’t sure for what.

Without aiming to, your self-preservation was lost amidst the confusion, making you forget all these months where you forced yourself into isolation, away from people and their touch.

You looked around, as if searching for something. The men stared at you bewildered as it called to you, sounding like a faraway howl deafening your usual self. It moved you against your will, it’s rebounding echo merging into a chorus of ravenous animals demanding your presence. The image of snarling teeth right behind your neck snapped into your mind.

Without control of your movements, you clumsily rose to your hands and knees, palms scraping the pavement as you crawled forward. The men shielding you made way, confused at your desperate state. Your gaze roved around, until landing exactly on what you were instinctually searching for, on whom you were called to.

He wasn’t far away, standing close to the comrades kneeling beside you. As you neared slowly, you saw the eyes behind the mask minutely widen.

“Ghost?” the Sheriff asked slowly, given his frozen state at your crumbling form reaching for his ankles. It was almost as if you couldn’t wait to get to him, your hands not knowing if to push you forward or reach for him.

You finally got to the stoic man, grasping his pants by his ankles, pleading at his towering indifference. You pulled and pulled, and a whine was pulled from you when he didn’t move.

Finally, you dared to look up, eyes clashing with amber irises in an intensity that matched the onslaught of sensations you were forced to breathe through earlier. It wasn’t animosity that found you, but shock and confusion, and maybe awe. From your view from the floor, it was almost humbling that a man that size was just as confused as you.

Your eyes watered at the sight of his unmoving form, reaching closer and upwards with the intention to climb him.

“Simon.” Someone sternly called his name, snapping him from whatever had made him freeze in panic like a novice. He slowly but surely kneeled, your hands refusing to let go of his clothes. Just as desperately, when he reached your height, your arms tried to close around him, pressing your body to him in a tight hug, but his torso was too big for you to touch your fingertips at his back.

The cold of the pavement, along with the smell of blood, had left you shivering. Almost too cold to be natural, until a big, tattooed hand gently, tentatively, placed itself at the nape of your neck.

Your lashes fluttered at the warm sensation, shoulders sagging in releaf, allowing you to breathe normally.

The others looked up, surprised at the kind gesture given by their most ruthless killer, or so you assumed going by the blood you had seen stuck at the soles of his boots.

Without waiting for instructions, that hand traveled slowly down your arm then to your side as if not to spook you. Just as carefully, an arm locked itself behind your knees, bringing you to his chest. The screeching need of him to hold you lulled, allowing exhaustion to melt you against him.

“Ghost?” Soap whispered, looking over you with trepidation at the consequences of him using his voice. “What are you doing?”

Your head felt heavy, forehead resting in the space beneath his jaw and his neck. Even through the baclava you could smell him, musk and something akin to sandalwood easing you to rest. The warmth surrounding you might have emanated from the hard chest you were pressed against or the trunk for arms now holding you to him, you weren’t sure what made you feel suddenly so secure. The only thing you were sure about right now was how tired you felt.

The masked man that had terrified you in the beginning dignified Soap’s question with merely a grunt for an answer, his quiet steps lulling you to a deep sleep.

From far away, the howling now didn’t sound so menacing, nor so loud, easing into your subconsciousness as if it were completely natural, for his warmth had quieted whatever unexplained horrors had taken over you.

A/N: Hoped you likes it! I'm open to suggestions on what should happen next 𓏗𓏗

#cod x reader #cod fanfic #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #cod smut #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #au fanfiction #werewolf #mafia au

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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Billy Loomis x reader

Reader is having a horrible day and.billy comforts her

Billy Loomis x Reader: bad day (good life)

Warnings: Swearing (probably), bad day, billy climbing through your window

Tags: fluff, lowkey domestic, established relationship, a single kiss, bad day but good outcome, pre murders, ooc for billy (i don’t think so but he’s definitely not in his psychotic breakdown here)

Reader pronouns: Non stated (reader is referred to as ‘doll’ once).

Word count: 1109

Summary: Reader had a bad day, but good thing Billy boy is there to save the day.

Author’s note: i love him your honor :’) jesus christ it literally makes NO SENSE how much i love this man. please, keep the billy requests coming, i love writing for him!!!! pre murders, during murders, post murders, fluff, angst, you name it!!! i’ll write anything for him at this point <3 thank you for requesting @manyfandomsfanvergent, i loved writing this one and i really appreciate people sending requests :)

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane

The only light in the room was the one that came from the little lamp by your nightstand, barely enough to make certain corners of the bedroom visible enough. A soft but chill end-of-summer breath sneaked through the slightly open window, chilling the room down and forcing you to cover even better with your bed’s covers, since you had no energy to get up and close it.

The comforting covers’ weight wasn’t enough that day to make you feel anything different than the despair that had attacked your day since the moment you had woken up, and all you wanted was to fall asleep and face a new, better morning. But of course, nothing could go correctly, and your mind wouldn’t stop spinning and spiraling, keeping you wide awake instead of letting you drift into a sweet dream. Just great.

Billy hadn’t really noticed you were having a bad day, you had played it cool enough during your time together at school for his careful eye not to catch anything out of character, so his visit wasn’t really justified apart from wanting to get out of his house and possibly spend more time with you. When he saw that your window was open, he didn’t even try to warn you of his arrival, instead choosing to climb like he was already used to — he had probably used the door to your house once, that time he had come to check how you were feeling during that day you had skipped class because of being sick.

His eyes scanned the room from outside before he finally lifted himself with the help of his arms and slid into your bedroom, not used to so much darkness. Billy was surprised to not see you sitting on your desk, doing the English essay you had due tomorrow — he knew you hadn’t started because you had mentioned during lunch while you talked with Sidney. His eyebrows raised slightly when he saw you coddled on bed, covers and sheets almost completely covering your head.

“Everything alright, doll?”

His presence and voice triggered you so badly — given that, during your laments, you hadn’t heard him, especially considering how stealthy he always tried to be —, that you sat up, letting the covers fall around you as your heart beated desperately against your chest. You relaxed when you saw it was just Billy, but your heart continued to furiously attempt to break out from its place.

“Jesus, Billy, don’t ever scare me like that.” You muttered rather quickly, and then you let yourself go back to your previous position in bed. Billy smiled to himself as he made his way to your bed, slowly. You felt the mattress dip down when he sat by the end of it, and you sighed. “It’s just… a bad day.”

Billy looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “Hm?”

You gave in, letting your voice come out all muffled as you pressed your face against the pillow. “Terrible, actually.”

“Oh, no.” He chuckled, and you knew he wasn’t laughing at you when his weight shifted and he crawled to your side, mindful of not letting his boots touch your clean covers. When you moved your face away from the pillow, you saw his face just some inches away from yours, boring his eyes into yours. “What are we gonna do about that?”

A soft smile blossomed in your lips while his hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb lovingly brushing against your skin. “Come cuddle?” You whispered hopefully.

Billy just hummed, and the two seconds you had to wait for him to get rid of his boots was excruciating. Once he was barefoot, he slid next to you under the covers, his arms coming to surround you and press you closely against him — you wished more people knew this version of him. He looked gloomy and even scary from the outside, but his sweetness was betrayed by his eyes and his actions, not only with you, but with those he loved.

“There.” He said softly when your head came to rest in his chest. His heartbeat was slow, grounding, comforting, but most of all, familiar. “I missed you.”

You dismissed the fact you had seen each other throughout most of the whole day, and instead tried your best to lift your gaze to him. “Did you really?”

“Mhm.” Billy hummed softly, his fingers rubbing circles against your arm. “Thought about you the whole day. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“About what?”

“Your day?”

“Oh.” Your head instantly started to shake, a silent no that was quickly followed by, “Not really.”

You only knew he had acknowledged that because of the way he hummed, the vibrations reverberating against your head pressed to his chest. It was a warm feeling, fuzzy, that made you smile softly. You inhaled his scent slowly, letting his perfume surround you in that comfort your covers hadn’t been able to give you.

“You’re comfortable.” You muttered after some seconds, hiding your smile.

Billy couldn’t help but snort. “You’re not using me as a pillow.”

“I already am.”

“But you’re easy to shove.”

Laughter spilled from your mouth, and your arms came to surround his waist, under all the sheets covering you. “No!”

With a soft smile you didn’t see, Billy heard your laughter continue and eventually die, leaving just the trace of a genuine smile in your pretty face. His breath could have caught in his throat if this had been the first time he had ever seen you like this, but instead, he recognized the sight and the familiarity it brought him almost overwhelmed him.

“You laughed.” He said, after some minutes.

You frowned slightly. “Uh?”

“I made you laugh.” Billy pointed out, and you could hear the boyish grin in his lips. “Even when you were sulking so badly.”

“Get over it.” You said with a roll of your eyes, but not moving an inch from him. “It was a bad day, not a bad life.”

Billy just shook his head, his smile growing with every passing second, and holding you impossibly closer to him. You could get used to this, you thought, as you closed your eyes to focus on the heartbeat beating happily because of you. You’ve gotten used to this, you realized when Billy’s hand lifted your head with just tapping your chin, getting you to look at him with stars in your eyes that he certainly reciprocated.

“Kiss me?” You muttered, like asking for a promise.

He smiled, watching you for a few seconds before he finally leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. It was a promise.

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mariefilms · 4 months

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╰───► MORAL CONSCIENCE- e. williams smau.

「cuatro」 ⇢ hasta cuando

Pairing — streamer! ellie x youtuber!black fem!reader x rockstar! dina

warnings — sex tapes, strap on sex, weed, strap sucking, idk what worse i think that’s it

a/n i wasn’t gonna write smut but well…..( btw, this is 3 months after chp 3 🧘🏾) this is also not proofread so.. ntm !!

chapter 3 ⇢ chapter 5

ellie had made it to your apartment not long after you blocked dina on everything. you were sick of her back and forth shit. you couldn’t understand how she would just play with your emotions and think it’s a game w/ no consequences.

deciding not to tell ellie anything that just transpired you put on a face of faux happiness.

“hi baby” ellie greeted you with a bone crushing hug and you fell right into it. “i missed you” was whispered on your lips softly as she gave you multiple chaste kisses making you giggle. “it’s barely been two days, girl pleaseee” she rolls her eyes at your teasing and moves to sit on the couch and pull out some pre-rolls that she got off of jesse and lighting one before offering you the first hit. you took it before passing it back to ellie.

“ellie. we should bake a cake high.” you looked over at her and had a wild smile plastered across your face. she looked up at you from her slouched position on the couch questioningly. “why do you look on the verge of a psychotic break!?” she giggled at your immediate pout in response to her teasing. “stop ittttt, i’m serious! it would be so fun, i might even record it since i need new content anyway” you looked over at ellie to see if she would agree to find her staring at you with something shining in her eyes. you rose your eyebrow in question and she shook her head with a chuckle. “fine, i’ll do it !” sighing she got up and gathered all the stuff needed to get you high out of your minds.

you squealed in happiness as she agreed and ran to the kitchen to get everything in place, luckily your camera and lighting was already set up. (you may have planned to persuade her into saying yes but she doesn’t need to know that !!) .

“ellie come on ! i’ve got everything ready!” you yelled out while digging in your cupboards for cake mix and anything else you might need. “i’m literally right here” she said as she slinked up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist.

“you know you can’t be like this on camera right?” you turned around in her arms with the ingredients in your hands to find her smirking down at you before bending down and pecking you on the lips while grabbing the stuff in your hands and putting it on the table.

“ok let’s start, ready” she arranged the ingredients on th table that looked good on camera as you turned the camera on and started recording.

“hi, youtube! i know ive been MIA for like……. months, but i’m back! and i have a special guest !” you turned to look at ellie who was apparently already lighting a blunt! “psst.. ellie” you smacked her arm and pointed to the camera when she acknowledged you (finally). “ hm? oh. sup, i’m ellie” she shrugged and went back to what she was doing before you had interrupted her. “well then! i’ll just introduce her since she wants to be aggy!” you heard her scoff behind you at your comment but chose to ignore it in favor of telling the people who she was and what y’all were doing for todays video.

“and that’s basically it! so me and ellie are gonna go get… como se dice… smacked and then we’ll be back!”

you didn’t come back. in fact you never even got to start on baking the cake. as soon as the high hit you and ellie she brought up this crazy idea of making a sextape. super risky, i know. but the way she said it made you feel a certain heat start forming in your lower region. the hand rubbing up and down your inner thighs certainly didn’t help with clearing your mind at all. all you could think about was ellie and she made sure you stayed like that.

next thing you knew you were in your bedroom, naked, sweaty and a flash blinding you as ellie put the camera in your face while you were sucking her strap down your throat to get it, in her words, nice and wet so she could fuck you into the bed. just thinking about what was to come made you get all hot and bothered and you were sure the camera was picking up on all your blissed out expressions.

“fuck that’s it baby”

“takin’ me so well ma’”

“deeper.. i know you can do it baby.”

fuck. you were in heaven. ellie was on a different type of timing that day and you couldn’t get enough of it. you dragged one of your hands down from ellie’s thigh and started making little circles on your clit giving it some much needed stimulation. “i think you’re ready baby. you’ve been so good f’me” ellie bit her lip and brung the phone closer to where your lips connected to the base of the strap watching it disappear in your mouth and reappear. “fuck, you’re so sexy baby”

ellie pulled you off by your hair and dragged you up into a bruising kiss. it was sloppy and wet with spit all over each others mouths and tongues exploring. “c‘mon ellie, i’m ready! you said it yourself” you mumbled in between kisses as best as you can when you felt her reach down and spread your lips, dragging a finger in your slit letting it slightly tease your hole and gather your slick. she removed her hand making you whimper in frustration until you saw her put the same finger in her mouth and sucks. “shit y/n you taste so good” she groaned around her finger making your clit twitch as a wave of strong arousal passed through you at such a pornographic display.

“if you don’t fuck me right now ellie.”

“yes ma’am” she chuckled and took the base of her strap to line it up with your sopping wet pussy. when she slid in to the hilt your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you moaned wantonly. “fuckkk ellie” you dragged your hips up and down on her dick setting a steady, punishing and mind-numbing pace. it was so good and you were hitting ellie’s clit just right with every bounce. ellie leaned up and planted her feet on the bed to fuck up into you causing you to scream at the intensity of the sensation. “ look at the camera f’me baby. you look so good crying on my dick” you moaned pathetically and opened your eyes to look into the camera.

tags </3 @brackishkittie @robinismywifee @aouiaa @elliesbitchvenus @vnus-starr

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yandereunsolved · 2 months

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tw: yandere themes, murder, gore, & a bit of spice

yandere James Patrick March who saw you walking through his hotel halls and had to have you all for himself.

yandere James Patrick March who threatens every entity in his hotel. If anyone so much as touches a hair on your head, they'll end up with a second death at the hands of a suave psychotic mass murderer.

yandere James Patrick March who leaves parts of dead bodies at your door as a present— like how a cat gives their owner a mouse as a sign of affection.

yandere James Patrick March who writes the most intimate and goery love letters to you. He signs off his initials 'JPM' with the blood of his victims. The longer he does it, the more likely it is that he's signed it with his own blood.

yandere James Patrick March who doesn't let you leave, even if you don't realize why. Oh, you are in the city for only a night? Suddenly, everyone you love and care about is sending you text messages about how they don't need how— how you should stay there. You can't pay? The mysterious owner of the hotel has waved all the fees. Your stay is free as long as you are here. Need a job?The hotel has a position has a maid. It's so easy. You barely have any rooms to clean. Are you scared of the hotel? Every ghost (and the handful of living people) are incredibly nice to you. They treat you like a god(dess).

yandere James Patrick March who watches you from the shadows. Whether you be searching for the ice machine or just exploring. He's always there. His eyes analyzing you like a predator who found their favorite prey. He's memorized every curve of your body and every preference of yours.

yandere James Patrick March who protects you while you explore. He's possessive. He's gotta make sure the Countess doesn't get her hands on you. He's gotta make sure that no ghost touches you. He's gotta make sure. Just incase.

yandere James Patrick March who refuses to reveal himself to you as of yet. He adores watching those cogs in your mind turn.

yandere James Patrick March who is obsessed with watching your complex range of emotions. Happiness. Sadness. Anger. Fear. Love. Lust. Adoration. Obsession. Need. Carnal need. All those precious, precious feelings. He needs to see all of those emotions on your delectable little features.

yandere James Patrick March who buys his darling the most expensive delicacies the world can offer. He places them right in front of you when you aren't looking. They always have bloody utensils with them. Just to remind you who it is that you belong to. What he is able to do to anyone that crosses the either of you.

yandere James Patrick March who always kills his victims in your vicinity. When you are sleeping he kills one of them in the next room. It makes his blood pump— thinking about that fearful expression you must be making. That small quiver on your addictive lips that he has not yet had the pleasure to taste. How tempting you must look in your night clothes. Of course, he's a gentleman. He makes sure that you get enough sleep beforehand. He doesn't want his precious jewel having sleep deprivation.

yandere James Patrick March who reveals himself to you right after a fresh kill. Blood is dripping down his bare chest, his pants are slightly unbuttoned, and his boxers are hugging his v-line. He flashes you his award winning smile. He gets down on one knee and presents you with the heart of his latest victim.

yandere James Patrick March who allows himself to indulge in your horrified shrieks. Who wants nothing more than to take you right then and there. Who wants to see the blood all over both of your bodies. Who wants to leaves long lasting marks that will scar you physically and mentally.

yandere James Patrick March who confesses this undying love to you in that very moment. He wants nothing more than to have you in his grasp— hugging, kissing, cuddling, choking, cutting, killing... and everything else in-between.

yandere James Patrick March who will never force himself upon you. He will preach his undying love and manipulate you, but never soil you with unwanted touches. Perhaps a few cuts, though. He sees those things as vastly different.

yandere James Patrick March who left you quickly as he came. He placed the heart on your bed and was gone in the blink of an eye.

yandere James Patrick March who periodically visits you from then on. Sometimes he gifts you things and others he does his best to spark up conversations.

yandere James Patrick March who will gladly threaten you with a weapon to get you to talk to him. He would actually be over the moon. Your fear is intoxicating to him. It makes him all giddy inside. He feels alive.

yandere James Patrick March who always gets that high from you. That special feeling he so zealously covets. That thing that trumps that special high he gets when killing. He's addicted. Addicted to you and your very presence.

yandere James Patrick March who will invite you to private dinners. Who will wear his finest clothing. Then he addresses your concerns and fully tells you everything. He tells you of how he has courted you and of how he confessed his love. He speaks with hearts in his eyes. If you disagree or break his trance... your inevitable death will come much sooner than expected.

yandere James Patrick March who then demands you cut off contact with anyone who presents as male. He doesn't want anyone having a chance with you. He's almost like a toddler in that way. A murderous toddler with a mustache.

yandere James Patrick March who is a dangerous man who lusts after power. A man that has only one weakness— you being able to step out of the hotel. This is only a momentary weakness. Another step in his plan. Do not play the 'I can leave and you can't' card too many times. Lest it fall from your hand and James picks it up.

yandere James Patrick March who immediately moves you into his, now your..., private suite.

yandere James Patrick March who leaves different pieces of clothing he'd like to see you in on your shared bed.

yandere James Patrick March who asks you how he should kill his next victim.

yandere James Patrick March who is ready to make you his eternal bride/groom/partner.

yandere James Patrick March who always makes sure not to scare you too much. His version of too much, mind you. At least until he's trapped you in here for all eternity with him. There's no need for him to rush things. He has all the time in the world.

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kasagia · 1 year

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Heyyy! So I was wondering if it was possible for you to write something where klaus forces the reader to marry him and they have a daughter hope(she can be a baby or a kid) and the reader can kind of tolerate klaus for the sake of her daughter but actually hates him and over time she falls in love with elijah's nobility and confesses to him at a party or something and klaus overhears ending is up to you<3

Loved by them two

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader, Elijah Mikaelson x reader, Summary: After your parents (pack leaders) arranged your marriage to Klaus (with whom you accidentally had a one-night stand earlier), you tied your fate irrevocably to the Mikaelsons. Problem? 1. You hate your husband for tricking you into this marriage. 2. His noble brother is too alluring. 3. You find out the hard way that hate, love, and lust are a very explosive mixture. Especially when you add the two Mikaelsons to it. Warning(s): argument, fight, blood, love triangle, smut, the first time I wrote something bordering on smut, angst, fluff, the reader kisses Elijah and then goes to bed with Klaus; generally, the reader doesn't know what to do; but she has two hot brothers on her call; three in total because Kol is her best friend; I really like this one after all Nonsense from me: I combined these two requests because they seem to go together. Also sorry if I didn't include enough Elijah x reader (despite my huge crush for all the Mikaelsons, Klaus will always get somehow a girl 😅). I also took a gif from here, because... well it's good. Word count: 8,3k (it's pretty long, I admit, but I don't regret any minute of writing it.)

You hated Klaus Mikaelson with all your heart. Your abhorrent, psychotic husband. A man who somehow was the father (even though you've tried to disprove it many times) of your precious, sweet little daughter Hope.

If the devil could take human form, no doubt it would be your husband.

You met him by accident. You and your friends went out into the city to have fun. You met a hot, handsome blond guy in a bar, went to bed with him, and left his house the next day without a word, expecting never to see him again. You wouldn't think that when you get back to your pack of wolves, your parents - the alphas of the pack - will tell you that you're getting married in a month. And not just anyone. Klaus Mikaelson was going to be your husband. A 1,000-year-old werewolf and vampire hybrid.

You will remember for the rest of your life what they told you when they were destroying your chance for happiness.

"The pack must be strong. This marriage and your assumption of power will guarantee us a secure position in New Orleans. No witches, vampires, or other werewolves will stand in our way. This alliance with the originals will guarantee us power beyond our ancestors' imagination. The crescent wolf and other packs will succumb to our strength. It is your duty to do this for your people."

Of course, you objected to the idea as soon as they told you. But you weren't a leader yet, so your opinion didn't matter much. Especially when your first meeting with your fiancé was only a few minutes away. At least the first official meeting.

You thought the guy must look like a walking fossil. You were surprised when you met that hottie from last night.

And from then on, your whole life became hell.

You tried everything to back out of that engagement. Really everything. Even a fake pregnancy with another, which turned out not to be so fake after all. And unfortunately for you, the father of your child was HE. The curse of your existence.

So he sped up the wedding, and you became the wife of the most dangerous vampire in the world. Cool! At least you got lots of presents and access to his bank accounts all over the world. The pros of being an incubator for a miracle baby.

Then you met your guardian angel. Elijah Mikaelson - the older brother of your awful husband. Your only consolation (other than Hope) in this terrible situation. Your friend, soul mate, and the man of your dreams.

Fate liked to make fun of you, it forced you to marry the wrong brother.

Elijah was everything any woman could ask for. A tactful gentleman, respecting and supporting female feminism, always keeping his word, a walking ideal. The complete opposite of your cruel husband.

You were completely in love with him. So much so that when he held your beautiful one-year-old daughter in his arms, you imagined that he was her father. Your fantasy was almost always spoiled by your husband stepping on the three of you and taking the baby out of his hands.

You had no idea why Klaus had even chosen to make your life a nightmare. There were other ways he could have taken control of the city; he didn't have to become the leader of your pack and marry you.

But he always did and took what he wanted. You found out after being stuck in this happy swamp of being married to Klaus for a year. So you took great satisfaction in denying him the one thing he could never have and so desired - your love and affection.

It was another big mystery for you when it came to Klaus and his complicated personality. Yes, you had a child together, and you were stuck with him, but before that, you didn't know each other. So why did the mighty hybrid decide to find a mate and lead his own pack with them? And why was he strangely obsessed with creating a happy, loving family with you and Hope?

Worse, he turned out to be a good alpha to your pack and an even better father. You couldn't say a bad thing. You two ruled the werewolves, enhanced by your fusion, as equals. And Hope loved it when he sang her lullabies and tucked her in to sleep. Ironically, she calmed down better in the murderous original's arms than in yours.

Even your own child was against you.

Fortunately, in this cold, dark Mikaelson mansion, there was one soul who stood by your side no matter what. The only one you could trust implicitly without fear of ending up with a stake in your back.

Elijah was a gift from heaven to you.

During your pregnancy with Hope, he helped you in every possible way. He was always there for you, whether it was holding your hair as you returned all the breakfast he had prepared for you earlier or reading aloud to you as he massaged your aching ankles.

And when did you become a hybrid? He was the one who taught you self-control for the most part (while Klaus was busy doing something else and couldn't see the two of you, of course).

There was only one problem. Your terribly possessive husband.

As soon as Klaus came into your sight, Elijah had to move two meters away from you, or all hell would break loose.

And you're not exaggerating at all.

One day, when you were watching a movie and lying on the couch, leaning against each other and covered with one blanket, you didn't notice the hybrid enter the living room. You didn't even blink when your companion was dragged from his place and thrown to the other end of the house. A second later, a very angry and jealous vampire took his place, hugging you much closer than his brother and placing his hands on your growing belly.

You didn't react to his show of strength then.

Elijah and Rebekah taught you long ago to choose your battles with Niklaus. It wasn't worth arguing with him about everything he'd done. Especially since you were pregnant at that time - you didn't always have the strength to get into fights with him.

But now as a hybrid, queen of your pack and whole New Orleans? Oh no, you wouldn't let that man fucking rule you.

You tried to make his life hell. You defied him every step of the way, overthrowing his dark plans and bringing your own to life. Of course, you did it all with a sweet, stupid smile, occasionally showing him small acts of tenderness, such as hugging or kissing on the cheek or forehead (on exceptional, life-threatening occasions, you even sacrificed and kissed him), to lull his vigilance.

But Klaus wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what you were doing and was happy to let you change a couple of his plans if it meant a kiss from you.

And you thought it was what made him fall for you.

You were stubborn, always getting your way, going over the dead to achieve your goal if it was to protect your loved ones.

And Klaus loved it. You don't know if it was his weird fetish - the guy always got what he wanted and no one dared stand up to him, so he felt for the girl who didn't want to succumb to him. You were probably one of the few survivors of the rebellion against him. And the one who could do literally anything without any fear of the hybrid hurting you.

You get used to this life. Secret meetings with Elijah in the library, discussions in the living room while Hope played with her toys on the carpet and watched cartoons on TV, occasional shopping and girls' nights with Bekah and Freya, and even to Kol's pranks and tricks.

Even your relationship with Klaus has been better lately. You tried so openly not to show your hostility towards the hybrid. After all, he was your daughter's father and Hope deserved at least a semblance of normalcy - parents who don't want to kill each other every 5 minutes.

But tonight, everything was about to change.

~•♤♤♤•~

"So you want me to go with you to some weird party organized by your current archenemy Tristan, and Klaus gave you his permission to take me out of the house?" you asked the original who made the pancakes for you as you discussed another plan to outsmart the de Martel siblings while cradling Hope in your arms.

"I wouldn't call him an archenemy... just a minor inconvenience."

"Is that why you and Klaus tremble with anger every time I say his name?"

"No, it's because a beautiful lips as yours shouldn't be tainted by such a terrible name."

"So whose name should I keep saying, Elijah?" you asked with a teasing smirk, licking your lips.

The original leaned slightly towards you. The tension in the room was palpable between the two of you. You looked down from his captivating, mesmerizing eyes to those alluring lips you've dreamed of kissing ever since he turned out to be more than your asshole husband's brother to you. You were only a few centimeters apart... so little...

Hope's squirming in your arms reminded you of the baby's presence. And that you were standing so close to your husband's brother in broad daylight and in a place where anyone could easily walk in and see you two. Against your darkest, most hidden desire, you have moved away from the noble original. Elijah cleared his throat, going back to continuing your breakfast.

"I'll be ready at 8 p.m."

"The party starts at 7."

"So? Don't you think being fashionably late will be the perfect combination for the act of surprise when they see me hanging on your arm? We'll get their attention, so Klaus and Kol will do what they do the best."

"You know ladies don't usually talk about such… bloody things while holding babies in their arms?"

"Ladies, Elijah, but my wife is everything but that." the hybrid came out of nowhere with that arrogant smirk on his lips. "Hello, my queen. My little princess." Klaus smiled fondly and took Hope from you, making funny faces at the baby. The traitor started to giggle. You rolled your eyes but also smiled slightly upon hearing your daughter's cute laugh.

"Dada!" she screamed, grabbing his nose with her hands.

Yeah, this little traitor could already talk. No, the first word she said wasn't dad; it was mom. The problem is that her happy "dada" came out of her mouth too often compared to mama. Klaus was too pleased with this fact than you would have liked.

"Well, maybe if my loving husband was an exemplary gentleman, I could act like a lady."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"How is Aurora? Did she let you out of her arms so quickly?" you asked sarcastically, trying to throw him off balance. You weren't in the mood to put up with that annoying asshole today.

"Did I just hear jealousy in your voice, love?"

"Haha, you wish. You have my full blessing to spend time with whoever wants you."

"Niklaus. I believe we were supposed to have a meeting before we put this grand plan into action. Will you forgive us, Y/N?" Elijah interrupted you before you two broke the incredible peace between you that had lasted for 4 months and started to jump at each other's throats.

"Just take him wherever you want."

"Brother, shall we?"

Klaus muttered something under his breath. He handed our daughter over to me and planted a quick, wet kiss on my neck before stepping out of my personal space. I growled at him, showing my golden eyes. The man merely laughed, waving to the little one before leaving the kitchen.

"Enjoy your meal, Y/N."

"You can try to lose him on the way back!" you screamed after the retreating man in the suit.

"WON'T HAPPEN, LOVE!" your husband shouted back, ruining (as usual) all your dreams.

"It's always worth giving a shot." you murmured, knowing full well that he would be able to hear you. You smiled victoriously, hearing his irritable, grumpy voice as he snapped back at one of his vampire errands.

~•♤♤♤•~

"You look amazing, Y/N." Elijah greeted you with a delighted smile as he watched you descend the stairs in a long, tight black dress with gold embellishments at the waist and the ends of the sleeves.

With your little tiara in your hair and a gold snake necklace entwined around your neck, you felt like a fucking queen.

You're not going to lie—you went all out with your preparations, and Rebekah made sure she did your makeup for your first big, official outing since Hope was born.

It wasn't until you came downstairs that you noticed that Elijah wasn't the only person sitting in the candlelit room. Klaus was sitting right next to him, looking at you with the same fascination and admiration as his brother. You felt a little uncomfortable being watched by two originals with heart-shaped eyes.

"Maybe I should choose a dress with a higher neckline after all?" you wondered as you watched them almost drool over your looks. They were both 1,000 years old but acted like horny teenagers.

"So I guess I'm dressed well enough to be a distraction for tonight?" you asked, bringing their attention back to your face. They both decided to act nonchalant, as if they hadn't been staring at your ass a few seconds ago.

"Maybe even to well, love." Klaus' heavy, watchful gaze didn't let you down an inch. You felt an involuntary shiver run through you with each step you took closer to the originals.

"My brother may be right. No one will be able to take their eyes off you."

"Thank you, Elijah."

Klaus cleared his throat as he got up from his chair and faced you. He took your hand gently, and after softly caressing the wedding band and engagement ring from him, he shifted his attention to your wrist, suddenly stopping his movements.

You looked up at his eyes, catching his gaze. You felt enchanted by these calm, blue eyes, their beauty mostly made you went to bed with him a year ago. You felt like any little move could break that strange spell between you two.

At one point, you felt cold metal settling on your wrist. You turned your gaze to the charming bracelet that, surprisingly, matched your outfit.

"It's for protection. In case you need help and no one can find you."

"So you've always known where I am? What is this, some kind of dog collar with a tracker?"

"No. Freya enchanted it for me. It's supposed to sense when you're in danger and let me know." he rolled up his sleeve, showing you a new bracelet on his wrist. "I have a similar one."

"Oh." you groaned in shock, completely not expecting something like this from him.

"Exactly. Oh. I guess I'm not the bad guy all the time."

"I didn't mean..."

"Of course you didn't. Have fun with my brother, love."

For the first time since you've known Klaus, you felt sorry for him. Due to the growing guilt you were feeling, you kept an eye on his receding shape until he passed through the door. You sighed, turning to face Elijah, who had already approached you from behind in a moment of your inattention.

"Don't worry. He'll get over it. Niklaus can't blame you for being careful with him." he tried to comfort you, but deep down you knew it was your fault this time.

And you weren't going to act like your husband, so you decided to apologize to him at the next opportunity. Unlike some, you were able to admit when you were wrong. However, Elijah didn't need to know about your plan.

"Maybe you are right. Let's go to this party."

~•♤♤♤•~

You were talking to Elijah at the bar while sipping your drink. You entered as planned—late, attracting the attention of most people. Rumors quickly spread throughout the supernatural community. Your favorite was that during that year of your "absence," you divorced Klaus and married his brother, now parading proudly with him around the salons. Elijah seemed to like it too.

You were enjoying the party until one of the de Martel siblings showed up. Tristan.

"Famous Y/N Y/L/N Mikaelson. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"And you sir are…?"

"Tristan de Martel. You must have heard about me from dear Elijah."

"To be honest, not so much. I only know that you're the one who invited us, for which I want to thank you." you played a stupid, naive girl with joy while watching the frown on his forehead. To remember: He does not like to be diminished or underestimated in any way. Mr. big ego.

"So perhaps you would do me the honor and dance with me? We could get to know each other better."

"Actually, this lady promised me her first dance. If you'll excuse us, Tristan."

"Of course. Enjoy yourselves."

Elijah grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor. He pulled you closer to him, rocking you to the beat of the song. The original wanted to cause even more rumors... you wonder if Klaus agreed to his actions.

"He's a slippery guy. Now I know why you wanted me to stay away from him and his sister."

"You just spoke to him, how do you know..."

"Well, starting with the extravagant look of the room, the fact that his suit and watch literally scream I'm rich, and ending with the fact that he carries himself as if he were the master of this world, I've noticed other manic behaviors as well. Besides, it's obvious at first glance that he's desperately trying to imitate you. I don't like him."

"Should I assume that you don't like me as well?"

"No! No. I like you. More than you know. I don't know how I would have dealt with vampirism and all of this without you. Thank you for being there for me. Always." you murmured, resting your head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

"And forever." he said, placing a tender kiss on top of your head. "You're more to me than I could ever admit."

"Do we have to? Pretend and hide the truth?" during your conversation, you didn't even notice when he led you to a more desolate place. Nobody was looking at you. There was only him and you.

"Niklaus..."

"Have you ever, in your entire, very long life, done something just for yourself, without thinking about your brother or sibling? Have you ever acted selfishly?"

"I can't be selfish with you." he said, resting his forehead against yours. You were so close to each other, so close to getting what you both wanted.

"Why?"

"It will destroy us all."

"Then let the world burn... just for a moment."

Elijah, after a moment's hesitation, leaned closer to you, embracing your slightly trembling figure with anticipation even tighter. He cupped your right cheek with his hand and finally brought your lips together in the long-awaited kiss.

Your first kiss with the original was… completely different from what you imagined. His soft lips didn't match up with yours as well as they did with…

You froze in complete shock as you realized your subconscious was comparing Elijah to Klaus. And surprisingly, it was more sympathetic to your hated husband, from whom you wanted so much to be free. In spite of this strange feeling of guilt that you somehow betrayed Klaus, you returned the kiss with more passion than before, trying to feel that wonderful tingling and buzzing in your head.

But it never came.

Something was missing in this perfect, fabulous setting for the first kiss with the love of your life. And you had no idea what was wrong.

Maybe first kisses with someone new were so… awkward?

Your treacherous mind reminded you that there was NEVER such an awkwardness between you and Klaus. Only pure passion and desire.

What the fuck happened to you? Why didn't you feel anything special when all your wet dreams were coming true?

You moved away first under the pretense of taking a breath. Staring into Elijah's eyes, you could feel the same attraction that accompanied you every time you stole those furtive glances from each other.

"I love you, Y/N. I've loved you since the first day you gave me a lecture on how Pride and Prejudice is Jane Austen's best book; how cliché it wasn't." you hit him on the shoulder, making him giggle. "And if the circumstances were completely different, if it were someone completely different, I wouldn't hesitate to be selfish just this once and take something from my brother. But I will not allow any harm to come to you or Hope through my actions."

Before you could say anything, you two heard a howl.

Klaus and Kol.

Elijah nodded at you. You disentangled yourself from his arms and ran upstairs to fulfill your role in the Mikaelsons' plan. You just hoped the guys would distract them long enough for you to find what you were looking for.

You searched their house, wondering how Elijah's confession would affect your relationship now.

But little do you know that you weren't the only one who heard it.

~•♤♤♤•~

It was a really fucked up night.

The peaceful surveillance of the de Martel house turned into a bloody battle between the originals and the first vampires they turned. Klaus' therapist, Cami, barely escaped a jealous attack by Klaus' ex-Aurora. You wonder how Klaus managed to reach Cami in time and why the red-haired psycho didn't target you and your child. Klaus must have put on quite a show for her.

In all the chaos, you didn't get a second chance for a moment alone with Elijah. The subject of your feelings still remained the elephant in the room. And frankly, you've had enough of it all. All you wanted now was a warm bath and playing with Hope. No more family drama.

Without Klaus, everything would have gone to hell. And as much as you hated that he forgot to include you in his plans for today, you couldn't help but be grateful to him for helping you protect your pack from vampires today. He didn't have to. He could watch the de Martel vampires kill your people and attack them when they get tired of fighting werewolves. Another demonstration of him being more than a villain to you.

It amazed you how one minute he was an irritating, ignorant, disrespectful asshole and the next your savior, protector, and equal partner in crime you could rely on.

You guess that's what your husband was like. Full of contradictions and surprises. Your private pet of nature.

You sighed in relief as you finally walked to your home. You took another step towards the mansion when you saw Klaus and Elijah getting out of the car and heading for the entrance.

You were about to join the originals, but you stopped dead at the sound of Klaus' pretentious voice.

"So we're just going to pretend you didn't kiss my wife and confess your feelings to her, or maybe you have an explanation?" you hid, eavesdropping on their conversation. "Don't think that after all that's happened, I've forgotten that you went a little too far in distracting the de Martels. You may get Aurora away from her that way, but it was superfluous, and I know you enjoyed every bloody second too much for me to just walk away from this."

"I don't have to explain myself to you. If she wants me, it's none of your business, Niklaus. You only married her because you made up a plan - Y/N has never wanted to be your wife and you have never cared about her." Klaus stopped, watching his brother blankly. He looked like something had broken inside him.

The hybrid suddenly lunged at the other man with his fists.

They started punching each other and throwing things at each other within reach. At one point, they both pushed off each other, landing on opposite walls. (Creating another dent to patch.)

"SHE IS MY WIFE! My mate! My queen! MOTHER OF MY CHILD! You have no right to her, brother! So I'm warning you… If I ever hear the littlest rumours about her having the smallest crush on you, I'll put you back in that bloody coffin, and I will release you after our eighth child comes into this world. She will be so madly in love with me that she won't even spare you a second glance when you meet again."

"I didn't know you loved plans that take over a thousand years to complete, brother. I never thought you could be so patient."

Klaus growled, throwing himself at his brother with a scream. From your hiding place, you could hear the sounds of a fight and shattered furniture.

You decided to wait a little longer before stepping in and heroically separating the two combatants. You didn't want it to seem like you overheard their argument.

Only when there was a sudden outburst followed by a suspicious silence did you decide to run into the house. You wouldn't expect them to demolish the entire living room in minutes, and Klaus would be bleeding out dangerously while trying to patch up the wound and drive the dagger into his brother's heart.

The men didn't notice you as they tried to disable each other. You weren't going to come between them or stand on either side until Elijah, out of nowhere, pulled out Pappa Tunde's blade.

Your body reacted faster than your brain. You instinctively threw yourself between them, shielding Klaus from the blade.

They both froze when they saw you.

Time seemed to stop as both shocked and incredulous looks from the originals fell on you. To be honest, even you were surprised which side you were on. You blamed your stupid tendency to act instead of think in difficult situations. But you weren't going to show them that you were insecure about your actions. Not when they were both holding weapons harmful to the other one.

"Put it down." you said, looking straight at Elijah. "You too." you added, glancing over your shoulder at your husband, who was staring at you with a strange, unidentifiable look. Amazingly, he dropped the dagger to the ground first. Soon after, Elijah did the same. You quickly bent down to grab both weapons, putting them in your pockets. "Good. Are you calm now?" they nodded silently, waiting for your next move. "Great. So, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL YOU TWO WERE DOING?!"

Elijah took a breath, probably intending to give you some clever answer, but stopped as soon as you felt an unexpected weight fall down your back. You caught Klaus just in time before he slid to the floor. Holding him up, you noticed a wound on his right side. You reached out to touch his wound, but the hybrid's strong grip on your wrist stopped your hand.

"Don't. You'll get burned. Verbena and the wolfbane. Grenade."

"What the hell?! Elijah how could you throw a grenade at him?! Do you throw one back?!" you asked the man in your arms.

"I wanted. You stopped me."

"God, from now on, you're both grounded from being with Hope. Hell knows if that rage won't attack you in front of her! Come Klaus. I'll help you clean it up. Elijah, you can clean up here before Rebekah or Freya come." you said, casting a disappointed look at Elijah's outfit before helping the hybrid up the stairs.

"I would never..." Klaus tried to explain himself as you dragged him to his bedroom.

"Just shut up and sit down." you growled at him, pushing him onto the bed. You took the first aid kit from the bathroom and went back to him to disinfect his wound. "It'll hurt."

"Will you kiss it later? To ease the pain and speed up the healing process, of course."

"Don't try your luck any more today." you warned, rolling your eyes at his mischievous smirk.

He snorted, offended. He looked like a child who had been grounded for snacking on sweets. You sighed, trying not to laugh at his scowl. Unwittingly, you began to wonder what Hope would look like when she went through her rebellious period. Probably like her father when he did something wrong and got caught doing it. Well, at least you'll have some practice before she grows up.

"Do you love my brother?" he burst out suddenly while you were cleaning his wound made by verbena and wolfsbane. Why they had pomegranates from these plants shouldn't shock you as much as it did.

"What?" you asked, shoving a water-soaked cotton ball into his wound, which made him groan in pain. You gave him an apologetic look as you continued working on his side.

"Don't act stupid, it's not like you at all. Do you love my brother?"

"Of course I do, he's my friend and Hope's uncle." you replied unfazed, continuing your work.

"Let me rephrase that. Are you IN LOVE with my nobel brother?"

You tried to pretend that his question had no effect on you. You put down the cotton balls and tried to avoid his gaze to give some answer, but Klaus grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. Fuck. You couldn't lie now. He always knew when you were lying, and now that you were exposed to his watchful gaze, you only knew one way out of this fucked-up situation.

So you pulled him closer to you, kissing him passionately.

He moaned, surprised by the feeling of your soft, enticing lips on his own. He wasted no more time. He put you on his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you as close to him as possible.

The feeling of his warm skin against your clothed body reluctantly brought back memories of the night it all began.

Intoxicated by the feeling of his captivating lips on yours again (after so long), you didn't even notice when he threw you onto the bed, only momentarily breaking your kiss to let your hair down. He melted back into your mouth, hovering over you. The hybrid tangled his hand in your hair, tilting your head so he had better access to your equally eager mouth and tongue.

He moved to your neck, leaving wet kisses and gentle bites and rubbing every inch of your skin, effectively ruining any thought process in your head.

It was just you and him.

And after a very long time, you felt extraordinary pleasure and much-needed relief from the tension that your body had gone through today.

"Nik!" you moaned when he started sucking on the most sensitive spot on your neck, which he knew damn well existed and used every time to tease you.

But this time you moaned for him like a whore, too overwhelmed by the sensations his skilled hands and lips were giving you.

And this time, Klaus didn't hold back. His amber irises and possessive growl were the only warnings he gave you before he ripped your dress in half, revealing your dressed-in-lace-underwear body to him.

His wolf howled inside him.

He pressed his lips to yours greedily, caressing every inch of your newly exposed skin. You growled into his mouth as he bit your lip harder and dug your nails into his back. He reciprocated by squeezing your thigh tightly as he wrapped your leg around his waist, rubbing your most sensitive parts against each other. You both moaned in unison, pulling your lips apart for a moment. You decided to repay him and slid your fangs out to dig into his neck, drinking his sweet blood greedily. You've been dreaming about it since you became a hybrid. Only in your darkest, wildest dreams, after which you were ashamed to look into the eyes of the hated hybrid who probably drove you to Stockholm syndrome because you wanted him more every day—the man who was the cause of your misery.

It was impossible for you to love him. To love the man who tricked you into this marriage; who lied and killed and tortured so many people; who made you fall head over heels for him. Maybe that's why you fell in love with Elijah? He was his complete opposite. He was self-possessed, calm, reasonable, and kept his word.

But there you were, rubbing against him and moaning as his blood ran down your throat. Wanting him more than his brother—the man of every woman's dreams.

Maybe you were as fucked up as your husband.

Moments later, he copied your idea and dug himself into your neck. The moan coming from him sent shivers through your body all the way THERE. How could a man make you so desperate for him with just some kisses and the slightest touch?

You'd probably go all out and lose yourselves in each other's touch for the rest of the night (and possibly part of the morning) if Hope's cries hadn't come from the baby monitor on his nightstand. You broke apart, breathing heavily. Klaus licked off the rest of the blood dripping from your wound until it closed. He rested his head against your chest, inhaling your scent.

You unknowingly ran your hand through his curly hair, also closing your eyes and getting lost in this special, unique moment of tenderness between you two.

"I love you, Y/N." his soft whisper, combined with the gentle movement of his lips against the skin of your breasts, sent shivers down your spine. The realization of his confession left you completely still, holding his arms in a gentle embrace. "I know you don't feel the same way about me, but I promise you that one day you will. I will be worthy of your affection, my brave, wise, beautiful, merciful queen." he said, placing one last longing kiss on your lips before climbing off of you. He got dressed and left the room to soothe the crying Hope.

You closed your eyes, taking shaky breaths. You covered your mouth with your hand to drown out your silent sobs as you heard the familiar lullaby that Nik usually sings to Hope.

Klaus has really changed for the better since the first time you two met. And any other woman in your situation would surely fall in love with him in a heartbeat. But you've already given your heart to someone you'll never have. Or so you thought.

You felt an inexplicable attraction to Elijah, but with Klaus... everything just felt right - even though the hybrid drove you crazy and was the complete opposite of your dream prince on a white horse, in which Elijah fit perfectly. So maybe your Mr. Right wasn't someone you'd imagined in your head a long time ago…

And now, crying silently on your husband's bed, you realize what you should have done ages ago. But before you did the right thing, you could afford to pay a little attention to your troubled, lost heart.

So you cried until you got tired enough that all you did before falling asleep in Klaus' bedroom was to cover up any traces of your tears. You promised yourself a long time ago that no matter what, you would be the only witness to your tragedies. You'd rather be seen as a cold bitch than a weak, lost girl thrown into the fights the originals always fought.

Because in the end, it was only you (and Hope) against the whole world. Just like always.

~•♤♤♤•~

"I need you to do me a favor, Kol." you said as you walked into his room without knocking. The original was on the bed, flipping through something on his phone. He lazily shifted his gaze to you. You groaned internally. Bored Kol is a Kol who is very hard to work with. But—shame to admit it—he was your last and only resort.

"Hello to you too, Y/N. Thank you for knocking before storming into someone's room. How am I? I'm very glad you're asking; I'm fine. That's a very beautiful day, don't you think? Yes, indeed. Did marriage with my brother completely make you lose any manners and tact?" he teased as he drank the blood from the bag.

"I want you to compel me." he spat out his drink, choking and staining another carpet. "Rebekah will be mad at him." you thought as you watched how the original was coughing.

"What?!" he shouted, finally coming to himself. "Why?!" he asked, reaching for his half-full bag again.

"I want you to compel me to love Klaus." he spat out his drunken blood again, suffocating. He tossed the bag on the nightstand, deciding not to reach for it again in the face of new revelations. He probably thought you were completely out of your mind.

"What the bloody hell?! But I thought you and Lijah…" he began, confused, jumping out of bed to face you.

"We never gonna happen, Kol. I realized it very clearly yesterday. And I don't want to feel these stupid things around Elijah any more. He will never be mine, and I will never be his. I have Hope. I had to think about her future and happiness. And she deserves… everything. So if I can give her a happy, normal, loving family, I will do it. Even if it means falling for Klaus by your compel."

"Are you sure, darling? Do you even know what you're asking me for? Do you really want me to erase your memories of you and Elijah?"

"No. I don't want to forget. I want to remember all those stupid moments that led me to this fucking rollercoaster of emotions. I need you to convince me that... it was always meant to be Klaus. That my love for Elijah is just a fleeting fascination, and that Klaus is my fucking soulmate and partner, someone who will treat me as an equal and put me and our daughter above everything else. And that seeing him so close with Aurora and Camille made me realize that I only want to be with him."

"You know that these things aren't far from the truth, do you? My brothers love you. Both equally strong. Are you sure that…"

"Yes. I made my decision. I'm just asking you to help me sort out my emotions properly. I can't be the girl who sails between two brothers. I will not let Hope grow up in this mess my feelings have caused. My fate was sealed the day I met Klaus. Now it's time for me to finally accept it."

"I'll help you, darling. On one condition. I'm not going to keep you under my compel forever. I'll take it off someday. Are you then ready to face the consequences of your actions? Organize your feelings on your own? What if you really fall in love with Nik? What if you somehow fall in love with both of them? If Elijah finds someone else? Do you even think about what it will mean to you? You'll be living a lie, Y/N. Are you ready for it?"

"I'll do everything to give Hope the family she deserves. Besides, I'm Y/N Y/L/N-Mikaelson. I always know what to do. And for now, this is the perfect solution. I think I could be happy with Klaus after all. And after everything that happened recently... I just want to finally be happy, Kol. Without all the extra problems that being a Mikalson brings anyway."

"I only hope you're not going to regret this... Look at me, darling. Today you will feel something more than hostility or a little friendliness toward my brother Klaus. After seeing him, being a hero for your pack, and rescuing that human Camille from getting killed, you realized that you'd always had some feelings for him, but before today they were weaker than what you feel for Elijah. You realized that Klaus could be the man of your dreams, someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. You will never forget what you experienced with Elijah, but now you see him more like a brother and an uncle to your child than a life partner. You like Klaus; he's the only man you could be romantically interested in until Hope comes of age. After this time, my compulsion will cease to work. You will forget that I compel you. I told you to get that stupid idea out of your head and told you not to ask anyone else for such a favor. You will follow my command." you snapped out of your stupor, blinking as you tried to remember what the hell had just happened.

"Well, at least promise me you won't tell Klaus, Elijah, or anyone else."

"I hate to say it, but you have my word. Everything will stay between us."

"Good." you nodded your head and left his room. Kol's concerned gaze led you all the way to the door.

At least he circumvented your request and didn't force you to love Klaus directly, he just dulled your infatuation with Elijah. If you started to feel anything for his hybrid brother, it would be real. He only hoped that when Davina, Rebekah, or Nik found out, they wouldn't castrate him for it.

~•♤♤♤•~

You were pissed off. Incredible furious with your stupid husband and his older brother.

These two morons went with Kol on a solo quest against Lucien and Tristan, locking you (Freya, Davina, Rebekah and you) in the house.

You don't need to tell anyone that they came back with nothing and narrowly escaped death. As soon as the boundary spell was lifted by your witches, you ran out of the house with Hope and went straight to your pack. You left your daughter with your cousin Lily and her witch girlfriend while you went to get wood. You must have landed your rage on something. Trees were better than innocent people or your very guilty and stupid husband, whose face you didn't want to see right now because you knew you'd use it as a dartboard.

However, you forgot that your husband had no self-preservation instinct.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you growled as you sensed his presence, continuing to chop wood. He really was asking to die today.

"You took our daughter and left the house, you think I won't follow you? Besides, we need to talk, love."

"Well, it's too fucking late now. Fuck off before I shove a branch up your ass."

"Where does such an aggression of yours come from, love?"

"You dare to fucking ask me?! After what you did?! You could all die or get caught! I know you don't care what happens to me, but have you thought about Hope? Your fucking daughter! What would happen if they came for us, for her, when we were closed in the cage, you made?! Tell me, honey, was it your brilliant idea? Or maybe Kol's?"

"It's fascinating that you have such faith in my noble elder brother that you don't even entertain the slightest possibility that it was his plan."

"Elijah wouldn't do something so stupid. He's better than you. Do you even know how it could..."

"Of course our dear Elijah would be a better husband for you!" his brain apparently focused only on that damn part, not the one where you scolded him for being so careless because you were worried about him.

"Don't you dare fucking bring him into this! He was the only goddamn person who cared about my fate after my transformation! He cares enough about me to let me know about his plans, Klaus!"

"I saw perfectly well how he cares for you - by shoving his tongue down your throat!"

"Maybe if you weren't acting like a fucking, arrogant, condescending dick who knows everything best, you'd be in his place!"

"Well, I went further with you than he did last night. You didn't even moan against his mouth as you did against mine. I guess being a dick pays off after all." he replied with a feisty, smug smile.

"You! Fucking! Disgusting! Pervent!" you growled, punching him in the chest each time, causing him to back away from you until you pinned him to a tree. "I fucking hate you. Every time I see the shadow of a man worth loving in you, you always screw it up! I hate you and despise both you and myself that despite all the damn things you've done against me, somehow I still fucking want to see in you someone worth my love!" you screamed, taking out your anger on him with every blow you landed on him.

It shocked you that he didn't do anything to stop you. He just took your punches, standing still in complete silence, until you got tired.

"Better?" he whispered, staring at your panting, disheveled figure as you both tried to calm down.

"A little."

"You tremble." he noticed, carefully touching your cold shoulder. "Let's go back to the camp. We need to warm you up." he said as he took off his leather jacket and tossed it over your shoulders. He grabbed your hand and started leading you through the dark forest.

You don't even remember when you got this far in your anger. It took you a good half silient hour of walking to get back to the sleeping pack.

You sat by the still-burning fire. Klaus added a few logs of wood to make sure it wouldn't go out. He then sat next to you and unrolled the blanket, draping it over your back, creating a warm cocoon around the two of you.

You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder and staring into the fire. You blissfully absorbed the silence between the two of you, losing yourself in Klaus' warmth and scent.

"I'm sorry." he broke the long silence between you. "I should have let you know about my plans or not locked you in the house. You're right. You deserve someone better, love." he said, his voice slightly trembling as he spoke the last words.

"I could love you, you know?" you felt his piercing, surprised look as you played with one of the sticks, staring stubbornly at the fire to avoid his gaze. "A long time ago. If you hadn't acted like a condescending asshole and tried your best to lock me up in that damn house with Hope. If you'd let me in, help me get past that evil, cruel hybrid facade and see the real you, you would have what you so secretly desire."

"And what is that?"

"Unconditional love from someone who isn't forced to give it to you. Unlimited trust and devotion-something you have not experienced in your very long life. You know one day you'll get it from our daughter, but it won't be the same. She will love you because you are her father, her love is conditioned by the bond you have shared since she was born. That's why you want me to love you so much. You want someone who cares about you for no reason."

"And could you? Love me just because you want to? After everything I have done?" he asked, pulling you away from him, not too far away, just enough to look you in the eye.

"You were never quite the villain in my story. I have to admit, I've hated you since I met you... but over time, I've seen that you've made me more than I could have imagined, someone much more powerful, someone whose opinion really matters. You always helped me, even when I thought it was some kind of sabotage against me and when I disagreed with your plan, like when you decided to stop Dalhia alone or play partners in crime with your bloodthirsty father. You take care of my pack like it's your own, and you're such a good father to Hope that sometimes I envy her. Maybe our beginnings weren't the best, and maybe along the way we'll start arguing and fighting like bitter enemies again, but I couldn't imagine anyone else to do it with."

"Even after I forced you into this marriage?"

"Well, if it weren't for you, my parents would've arranged one with a possibly stupid, self-centered werewolf anyway, so I didn't get the worst of it."

"Good to know I'm not the worst option."

"At least you're hot and handsome." you replied, nudging him with your arm. He did the same, making you both laugh.

You stared into his eyes as the firelight reflected in his beautiful irises, emphasizing sparks of amusement and... tenderness.

"I want to be the man who deserves your love."

"Can you let me in then?"

He did not answer. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours. If it had been any other man, you would have insisted on answering this important question. But you knew Klaus too well to know that this passionate, sultry, tender kiss is a silent promise he makes to you. A promise he intends to keep.

Klaus wasn't the perfect man of your dreams, and he often made hasty, sudden decisions without considering the opinions of others. But deep down, you knew there was no other man in the world who made you feel the way you did with Nik. Even Elijah couldn't make you feel half the way you did with his brother. His kiss, his touch, his smile, and his scent made you feel insane. And that (desire, passion, tenderness, warmth, and thristing for his little affection) was the type of love you want to lose yourself in.

Maybe it was Klaus who was supposed to be your Mr. Right after all.

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xddaengx · 1 year

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not so bad ⎜ ksy

✧ Pairings: hoshi x reader

✧ Genre: romance ⎜smut ⎜friends - with - benefits ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of alcohol ⎜ drunk people ⎜ friend with benefits relationship ⎜ jealous woozi ⎜ verbal fighting ⎜woozi calls reader a whore ⎜ fingering ⎜ f oral ⎜hoshi is in love ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.3 k

✧ Summary: You never pictured yourself with a fuck buddy. You never pictured falling for your fuck buddy. A weekend at your friends lake house somehow changes everything.

✧ Author’s Note: Let me know what you think! I'm just rolling with the punches at the moment so this was a quick write.

(UNEDITED)

You never pictured yourself as someone with a fuck buddy.

You never pictured yourself having quickies before his roommate comes home.

To be honest you never really pictured yourself doing anything other than sitting in the library studying … but here you are.

“You need to get up.” You hiss, smacking your pillow against the bare back in the bed next to you. You sigh, hitting the back one more time, before slumping against the mattress. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet you call me every weekend anyway.” The voice chuckles back, finally rolling onto his side, facing you with a teasing grin on his face his body lifting slightly as he reaches over you, turning off the alarm ringing on his phone.

“Just admit that you like me.” He teases, his smile only growing as you shoot him a sharp glare.

“I don’t like you, I just happen to get a little bit of satisfaction from your dick.” You mumble, finally smiling as his own expression drops.

You’re not prepared to protect yourself and he launches forwards his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you down to a lying position as he wrestles to kneel above you, his hands gripping your arms as he pushes you into the bed.

“Do you want to say that again, pretty girl?” He questions, his eyebrow quirked as you try to squirm in his hold. His grasp doesn’t falter for even a moment as you thrash beneath him, letting out soft chuckles every time you struggle a little too hard.

“Fine, I give up.” You whine, your body relaxing into the mattress as you stop your movements gazing up at the half naked man above you. “You look very handsome like this.” You comment, your eyes wandering over the man above you. His hair tousled, sharp eyes, his lips pulled back in a grin. His cheeks flush with heat as he watches you watching him.

You seize the moment, taking the falter in his grip to rip your arms from his hands, your thighs gripping onto his torso as you roll the two of you over, your hands taking the position his were in, pushing his forearms into the mattress. His eyes are trained on yours as you make yourself comfortable on his pelvis.

“You win.” He whispers.

You flash him a quick grin before leaning down to capture his lips with yours. It takes no more than five seconds for him to break free, his arms lifting off the mattress, his hands cupping either side of your jaw as he pulls you closer to him, one hand leaving your face to pull your hips down onto his.

“Hoshi.” The voice of his roommate carries through the door, a sharp knock on the white wood pulling you away from the man below you.

“You didn’t tell me he was here.” You hiss as quietly as possible, you’re quick to slide off the bed, reaching to the floor, pulling your leggings on as quickly as possible before reaching over to Hoshi’s desk pulling on his hoodie, the doorknob turning just as you get the piece of clothing over your head.

“Dude, we have to leave in fift— oh, sorry I didn’t know you were here.” Jihoon pushes open the door his gaze shooting to yours in surprise, as he looks between half naked Hoshi on the bed and then back to you - Jihoon had been the one to introduce the two of you, never did he expect his judgemental, quiet best friend to find comfort in his psychotic, self proclaimed tiger of a roommate - Jihoon just sighs, shooting Hoshi a stern glare before closing the door, not even bothering to finish what he was saying.

This is not how things were meant to go.

“He’s still upset isn’t he?” You mumble as you continue to pick your clothing items up off the floor shoving them into your bag. Hoshi’s hands rub against his face, before pushing his hair back sliding to the edge of the mattress. He opens his arms for you, a pout on his lips while he waits.

You were more than aware of Jihoon's crush on you, and you were also aware of his strong reaction to the news that you had been spending your free time with his roommate.

To say he was upset was a slight understatement.

You take a few steps forwards, slotting yourself between his legs, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head drops onto your abdomen. You run your fingers through his ever growing black hair before stepping away.

“I should really get going.” You whisper. Hoshi doesn’t say anything he just watches you leave, cursing his roommate for getting home earlier than anticipated.

Jihoon was always a cock block when it came to you.

Hoshi’s phone dings again, the reminder on the screen forcing him out of the room, rushing out of the apartment to catch you at the elevator.

“Wait, I forgot to ask if you wanted to come to the lake house this weekend? It’s for gyu’s birthday and he requested for you to be there.” You smile at the invitation, your gaze shooting over to the closed door of his apartment, the boy seeming to understand what your glance means. “He’ll be coming too - but it’s a big group of us.” Hoshi reaches forwards tucking some hair behind your ear, his eyes pleading.

“Fine, but I’m not driving.”

“Deal.”

Hoshi’s hand is warm on your thigh, his other gripping the steering wheel as you unwrap the starburst, placing one in his mouth every time he lets out a soft grunt. Two and a half hours into your road trip to the lake house and the two of you has resorted to listening to a very boring true crime podcast.

“Do you really think it’ll be alright?” You question for the tenth time - not at all paying attention to the report of the 'crime of the century' - Hoshi just rolling his eyes before giving you the same response he had the other nine times.

“Yes, everyone wants you there, just because Jihoon is a bit pissy and doesn’t know how to communicate like an adult doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun.” Hoshi finishes chewing on his treat letting out a soft grunt that lets you know he’s ready for another.

“So what’re the plans for the weekend then?” You question, popping a lemon flavoured chew into his mouth. Hoshi shrugs, his hand finally letting go of your leg to reach for his phone in the mount.

“Mingyu’s girl sent out a rough itinerary but nothing really starts till tonight so we have most of the afternoon to get settled in.” He says as he hands you his phone, it unlocks as it registers your face the message from Mingyu’s girlfriend the last thing Hoshi must’ve seen.

“Kayaking?” You smile at Hoshi who just shrugs his shoulders. “What’s the bet after tonight dinner party we'll be too hungover to do anything tomorrow anyway.” You laugh as hoshi’s hand reaches for your free one, bringing it to his mouth to press a soft kiss against your knuckles.

“One hundred percent. None of us will even be able to move in the morning.” He chuckles back, pressing another kiss against your hand before placing it in his lap. The drive takes another forty-five minutes, Hoshi pulling into the space available on the grass besides Seungcheol’s bright orange SUV, the lake glimmering in the sunshine.

The two of you greet everyone already at the house, Cheol informing you that Mingyu and his girlfriend would be coming later and that everyone is gonna do their own thing before the party set up at six.

“We should go for a swim.” You suggest as Hoshi drops the bags onto the queen bed in one of the guest rooms, glancing at the other bags in the room in confusion.

“Vernon’s gonna sleep on the couch.” You say, pointing to the well cushioned couch in the corner of the room, Hoshi letting out a long groan at the fact you won’t be alone together for the weekend. “That’s why we should go for a swim.” You suggest again, Hoshi suddenly brightening at your words. He nods quickly ripping open his duffle bag to pull out his swim trunks.

“Don’t forget towels” You shout over your shoulder as you make your way out the room, “I’ll meet you down there.” You stroll down to the lake, waving goodbye to the boys who decided to go for a hike up the hills around the house, they wanted to “check for bears” as Vernon put it. They had managed to convince Jihoon to tag along, the shorter male glancing at you before following his friends up the trail.

You’re unbuttoning your shorts as you hear the heavy footsteps behind you, the towels dropping at your feet as Hoshi stops besides you, ripping his shirt over his head before rushing to the water letting out a loud laugh as he dives into the shallows. You follow after him, pulling your own shirt over your head before rushing down to the water.

It’s lukewarm, the sun making a great natural heater as you wade your way further into the water, Hoshi finally breaching the surface, pushing his wet hair out of his face. He pulls you against him once your within arms reach, his lips finding yours.

You can feel him grinning against your mouth as he pulls away, his hand smoothing down your sides till they grip the backs of your thighs. “Jump.” He whispers against your cheek lifting as you jump, your legs wrapping around his waist. He presses feverish kisses against the underside of your jaw as you settle yourself on his hips, his hands still firm against the back of your thighs.

“Apparently sex in the water is very dangerous.” You mumble as hoshi sucks on your collarbone, letting out a soft hum, his head shooting up as he registers your words.

“And who said we’re having sex?” He questions, his eyebrows raised in shock, his mouth open in feigned offence. “You dirty girl, I’m just here for a nice relaxing swim.” He teases, his eyes bright as your arms tighten their grip against his neck. You just smile at him, leaning forwards slightly your nose trailing up the side of his cheeks until they sit just besides his ear.

“You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish.” You whisper, the man below you shivering at the warm air that tickles his skin. “We both know I can last a lot longer that you can.” You continue, your teeth grazing the underside of his jaw as he leans his head back letting out a soft groan.

“This is probably gonna be the only time we have alone for the whole weekend.” You say pressing soft kisses to his neck before straightening your posture. “Make it worth my while.” You finish, Hoshi nodding quickly his hands letting you go. Your feet touch the bottom of the lake, his fingers linking with yours as he drags you out of the water.

“Boat house.” He says, turning back to make sure you are indeed following behind him, once satisfied you are, he pushes his way onto land, dragging you as he grabs the towels off the grass on the way to the old wooden shed built on the water.

You would be lying if you said Hoshi liked to take things slow - the first time you two met at one of Jeonghan’s annual halloween parties you had ended up riding him in an empty bedroom that he had picked the lock on. He was always someone who preferred actions to words, his tongue talented in more things than just talking.

He manages to shove the small entry door to the boat house open with his foot, waiting until you’re both tucked inside before closing the door, shoving a large toolbox in front of it.

“The door doesn’t really close properly.” He mumbles as he turns to face you.

“Oh, and how do you know that?” You question. “Am I not the first person you’ve brought to this boat house?” You scoff, hoshi immediately shaking his head before explaining.

“I’ve never invited anyone else to the lake house, but last year I was unfortunate enough to be walking past when the door blew open and saw Cheol balls deep in his invite for the year.”

“Oh.” Your nose crinkles at the mental image.

“Yeah.” Hoshi echoes, mirroring your own expression.

“Well you’ve got fifteen minutes, pretty boy.” You hum, pointing over to the rusting clock on the wall of the boat house, Hoshi just grinning widely, dropping to his knees in front of you.

“I only need ten.” His fingers graze up the sides of your bare legs, his eyes watching you from between his lashes as you let out a stuttered breath. His finger pause as they reach the ties on your bikini bottoms, his eyes begging for your permission.

“Bet.” You confirm, your eyes breaking contact with his as you glance over to the clock making note of the time before looking back down to him. His grin turns menacing as his fingers tug at the ties on either side of your hips, watching pleased as your bottoms slide down your legs once the ties are loose enough.

For a man who never slowed down for anyone, he sure knew how to make time feel like it was going in slow motion. Hoshi’s hands guide your bottoms to the ground, lifting one foot out, pressing a soft kiss against your knee before doing the same to the other, his eyes never once breaking their battle with yours.

“Are you sure? Anyone could walk in and see us.” He coos, his hand throwing your wet swimmers to the side before latching back onto your ankle, you nod your answer silent begging him to move a bit faster. “You really are a dirty girl.” He teases, shuffling on his knees until his face is in line with your pelvis, his hand putting heavier pressure on your skin, sliding up your drying legs until they reach your knees.

“Open up.” He says, his hand wrapping around the backs of your knees, pulling on them lightly. You slide your feet apart slightly, your eyes leaving the man in front of you to glance back at the clock.

“Nine minutes.” You warn, Hoshi just nodding, his eyes taking you in unsure whether the dripping is from the water or because you’re really just that aroused.

He doesn’t bother asking.

He leans forwards swiping a tentative lick against you, his eyes turned up to yours, watching you as your eyes fall closed, your hands dipping into his wet strands of hair. Pleased with your reaction he delves forwards, his tongue pressing flat against you as his nose bumps against your swelling clit. His hands trail softly up the backs of your thighs, over your ass until they sit comfortably on your hips.

“Eight minutes.” You whimper as he pulls your cunt firmer against his face, his head moving as his tongue circles around your clit, teasing before he sucks the bud into his mouth. “Fuck.” You curse, your hand tugging on his hair before letting go, moving to brace against the shelf behind you. You can feel Hoshi’s crooked grin against you as one of his hand drops to lift your thigh, draping the limb over his shoulder opening you up further for him.

Hoshi’s movements become quicker, more feverish as his tongue dips inside you for just a moment before licking back up to your clit.

“Are fingers allowed, kitten?” He questions softly, as he pulls his face away from your cunt much to your dismay, his eyes teasing as you nod quickly, your lip trapped between your teeth as he slides one finger between your folds, gathering any juices he could before slowly pushing the single digit inside of you.

“God, I can feel how desperate you are.” He coos as you clench around his single finger, a loud branch snapping outside of the shed making you jump, his finger sliding out of you slightly before sliding back in to the third knuckle, hoshi chuckling as he presses a kiss against the thigh hanging over his shoulder. “Worried?” He questions.

“A little…shit, you have six minutes.” You remind him, jumping as his mouth covers your pussy once again, his single finger working in and out of you slowly, only just enough to help build the tension. You let out a soft breath as Hoshi adds another finger, your head falling back to lean against the shelves as his sucking sends wet sounds to your ears.

“Why do you call me Hoshi?” He questions as he pulls his mouth away from you again, a string of your wetness connecting his lips to your pussy, the warm breeze brushing against your swollen lips, a soft moan escaping you. His fingers don’t stop as he watches you expectantly, waiting fro your answer.

“Habit.” You respond, knowing short answers are all you can manage right now, Hoshi’s fingers pause inside of you, curling as he tuts at your answer.

“Gotta give me something better than that.” He huffs, his fingers staying completely still inside of you while he waits. You lift your head, looking down at the kneeling man, his fingers deep inside you.

“It’s embarrassing to say while we’re like this.” You start, sighing as Hoshi just raises a brow continuing to stay still, waiting. “It feels too intimate to say your real name, you’re hoshi to everyone else.” You explain, Hoshi just smiling as he shrugs your leg off his shoulder, standing from his spot on the floor, the slight jostle causing a throaty moan to escape you.

“But you’re not everyone else.” He mumbles as he leans over you, finally his fingers start moving again, faster, harder than before, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your wet clit. “I want you to call me Soonyoung.” He continues, leaning slightly more forwards to catch your lips with his.

“I want the first time you say it to be while your cum on my fingers.” He says against your lips, letting out a choked laugh as you clench around him. He can feel the way you’re starting to shiver against him, your hips bucking out of rhythm with his hand, he knows your close.

“Say it.” He demands, moving his mouth away from yours, looking down at his hand between your legs before his eyes connect with yours, waiting.

“Fuck, soonyoung.” You whine as he presses his thumb harshly against your clit, his fingers curling at just the right time, your cunt clenching so forcefully he lets out a surprised laugh. He pauses his movements for a moment, watching the way you pant as you come down from your orgasm, whispering his name again.

“Soonyoung?” You lift the end of his name like a question, he hums back. “You had three minutes to spare.” He laughs as he drags his fingers out of you, licking your juices off his fingers before leaning forwards to press a kiss against your lips.

“Much better.” He smiles at you before leaning down to pick up your swimmers, slowly helping you pull them up and tie them on your hips.

The boys get back from their hike just as you exit the shower, your towel wrapped tightly around you as you strut to the guest bedroom, smiling at Vernon as he watches something on his phone.

“Did you want me to leave?” He questions, his eyes not even bothering to glance towards you.

“Only if you care.” You shrug. Vernon has always managed to see you in vulnerable positions, seeing you naked more times than you care to admit in your “drunk exhibitionism” phase as Jihoon calls it. Vernon shrugs his shoulders turning slightly so that he couldn’t accidentally get a peek as you drop your towel, tugging on a set on underwear before pulling the dress off the bed and sliding it up over your legs.

“Vernon, a hand please.” You ask as you pull the straps over your shoulder holding the dress firm against your chest, the zip on the back of the dress too far down for you to reach easily. You glance in the mirror smiling as Vernon steps up behind you his hand gentle as he tugs on your zipper, having to readjust the dress a few times to get it up smoothly.

“That dress looks really nice on you.” He says softly, his eye meeting yours in the mirror the two of you smiling, a familiar dark head of hair only just visible in the door way.

“Are you trying to pick up my girlfriend?” Soonyoung questions as he leans against the door frame, his arms crossed against his chest and a playful smile gracing his freshly washed face. Vernon shakes his head with a smirk, stepping away from you as you both turn to face the intruder fully.

“Girlfriend?” You question softly, Soonyoung just shrugging his shoulders like it’s obvious. Like this is natural.

“Do you not want to be?” He questions back, pushing himself off the door frame moving closer to you. You can see how Vernon’s eyes widen wanting to be anywhere but here right now.

“I’m gonna go see if they need any help setting up.” Vernon say quickly, dismissing himself as he shuffles out of the room, leaving you and soonyoung alone.

“Do you not want to be my girlfriend?” Soonyoung repeats, waiting for you to say something as your shoulders sink a little.

“We’ve just never really discussed this before.” You respond, Soonyoung’s shoulder mimicking your own as they drop in disappointment. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to, but where is this all coming from?”

“I don’t know, I just thought - “ He pauses, looking at the floor and then back to you, “I don’t know what I thought.” Soonyoung shakes his head taking a step away from you, waiting for you to say something before he turns and walks out of the bedroom.

You want to follow him.

You want to tell him everything you’ve ever thought about him.

“Mingyu’s here.” But you’re interrupted.

Mingyu’s celebration is going well, the group is at about ten bottles deep into soju and roughly twenty-four cans into the beer cartons that Seungcheol has brought for the party - it was clear to anyone that the night would be going down in history as one of the drunkest.

“You are so lucky.” Jihoon slurs as he leans across the table to pat Mingyu on the shoulder. Everyone watches him tentatively, the smaller male not usually one for drinking, clearly something was upsetting him. Mingyu just nods down at him, smiling over at his girlfriend who giggles at the antics. “God I wish I didn’t loose the person I loved to a fuck boy.” He sneers, glaring at Soonyoung who sits besides you at the table, his body tensing at his roommates words.

Soonyoung on the contrary had barely had anything to drink the whole night, sitting surprisingly quiet while everyone downed the alcohol like juice. Jihoon turns to face Soonyoung now, the rest of the group following, the two of you suddenly under everyone scrutiny.

“I didn’t steal anything, Jihoon.” Soonyoung says firmly, his eye brows raising slightly as Jihoon shakes his head angrily. “You’re the one who introduced us.” He adds, Jihoon just shaking his head more.

“I thought she was better than that.” Jihoon’s words are seething. “I thought she was better than hooking up with someone like a whore.” His comment stuns you, the rest of the group breaking into scoldings.

"We don't slut shame here." Joshua scolds, Soonyoung shaking his head to the older male.

"Not helping." Soonyoung huffs.

You just scoff, standing quickly from your seat glaring at the smaller man who seems to shrink in realisation, the colour draining from his face.

“You’re drunk.” You scold, crossing your arms over your chest as you look down at the male. “I know tomorrow you’re gonna to hate yourself for calling me that, and you know what I’m not just hooking up with him, and I think you know that and it hurts.” You shout, the rest of the group falling into silence as they continue to listen, your eyes starting to glisten.

“And I’m sorry that you’re hurt Jihoon but you can’t control who you fall for, sometimes it just happens.” Your words become quiet as you finish your sentence, body jumping as soft hands rub against your arms, Soonyoung stepping up behind you.

“Maybe we should go get some air.” He whispers in your ear, your head nodding as the tears burn against your lashes. “He can sit and sober up.” He adds and you just nod again, letting Soonyoung push you towards the exit, your feet only stopping as you reach Mingyu, sending him a soft smile and whispering an apology. Mingyu the gentle giant he is just gives your hand a squeeze, thanking you for coming.

Soonyoung continues to guide you out slowly, his hands firm on your arms as the chilly summer air hits your face, the front door closing behind the two of you. His hands finally dropping as you move away from him, your hands swiping at your face as tears drop slowly.

“He didn’t mean it.” Soonyoung says softly.

You nod.

“He’s just drunk.”

You nod.

“He’ll probably apologise tomorrow.”

You nod.

“I knew you liked me.” He coos, a soft laugh escaping you, your hands bracing yourself on the banister, your head shaking is disbelief.

"Insufferable." You mumble to yourself, your gaze focusing on the shimmering lake in the moonlight, not quite ready to turn around yet.

“I guess so.” You sigh, letting out a shaky breath as Soonyoung’s arms surround you, pulling you hard against him, his lips peppering kisses against your cheek until he can feel you smile.

“It’s a good thing, cause I’ve liked you for a long time.” He drones.

You brave a glance over your shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he presses a hard kiss against your temple. “I’m sure I’m everything you imagined in a boyfriend.” He teases, his arms tightening around you.

“You’re not so bad.” You mumble back, leaning back against him, your head turning to place your own kiss softly against his cheek.

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multiplicity-positivity · 11 days

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Here’s some positivity for systems who hallucinate!

Experiencing psychosis can be scary, alienating, confusing, and isolating, but for many systems, this is a fact of life! Systems who hallucinate are cherished, beloved, and valued members of the plural community, and they belong in our spaces just as much as anyone else! This post goes out to all the systems who hallucinate out there!

💜 Shoutout to systems who are hallucigenic, psychogenic, schizogenic, or whose plurality was caused by their hallucinations in some way!

💙 Shoutout to systems who experience hallucinations that mainly affect their senses taste, smell, and touch!

💚 Shoutout to systems who struggle to determine whether the voices they hear and figures they see are hallucinations, fellow headmates, or something else!

💛 Shoutout to systems whose hallucinations are often paired with delusions!

🧡 Shoutout to traumagenic systems who struggle with trauma-based psychosis!

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💗 Shoutout to systems whose hallucinations have made it more difficult for them to access the care they need or be taken seriously by guardians and healthcare professionals!

❤️ Shoutout to systems who are troubled and distressed, totally indifferent, or comforted and cheered by their hallucinations!

🧡 Shoutout to systems who often deal with denial or a fear of faking because of their hallucinations!

💛 Shoutout to systems who have been hospitalized, voluntarily or involuntarily, or who have been called “dangerous” or “scary” by others due to their hallucinations!

💚 Shoutout to systems whose experience with hallucinations aligns with many stereotypes regarding hallucinations, and to systems whose hallucinations are nothing like the common stereotypes accepted by society!

💙 Shoutout to systems who take medications, are in therapy, or otherwise are seeking treatment to help manage their hallucinations!

💜 Shoutout to headmates who are symptom holders for psychosis or who are the only members of their system who hallucinate!

For any system who hallucinates, for any reason, we want to remind you that you are loved and you belong in the plural community just the way you are! Having hallucinations doesn’t make you any less valid as a person or as a system. We love you, we value your insight, and we want you to know that your presence is wanted in our spaces and your experiences are absolutely worth sharing!

We believe that every person’s understanding of reality is deeply personal and subject to their own perception and lived experiences. Regardless of how you and your system view your hallucinations, know that your voice deserves to be heard and you deserve to be taken seriously and treated with kindness and respect! We truly hope that you can find acceptance and joy among the people in your life, and that your future will be filled with happiness, purpose, and meaning. Thanks so much for reading, and have a wonderful day!

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likeabxrdinflight · 3 months

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Naturally I have a lot of thoughts about Azula's role in the live action adaptation. I'd say about 95% of them are positive thoughts.

First of all, I love that she is this baby-faced, squishy-cheeked kid (I know her actress is a little older than the character but that's okay.) At Elizabeth Yu's age, I also easily passed for 14-15, she just has a young-looking face and clearly hasn't lost all her baby fat. And that is perfect, actually. I've criticized the sharpness and angularity of the animated Azula many times over, she has always looked far too old for her canonical age. I've said it before and I'll say it again- it's a problem that so many people watched the original cartoon and thought Azula was older than Zuko. I can't even blame them for it, she's drawn to look 20 or older. So it is wonderful to see a version of Azula who looks closer to her canonical age. I think it really drives home the point.

That said, this Azula is definitely different than her animated counterpart in other ways. The animated Azula was (almost) always perfectly in control. She could become angry and snap at people- but it was fairly rare, Azula always seemed the image of perfect calm, control, and precision. She was deadly precisely because she was so cool and collected and did not get easily rankled. This was also part of what made her breakdown so shocking.

The thing is, the breakdown is not especially foreshadowed prior to season three. There are a few moments that show the chinks in Azula's armor, but most of them don't come until "The Beach," and then after Mai and Ty Lee's betrayal. I've always believed that betrayal was the real inciting incident for her eventual psychotic break- I've argued before that it sent Azula into what's called a prodromal state, which is like a sort of "pre-psychosis."

More on the animated version's mental state here

Point being, there's really only one instance in season two that suggests any flaws to Azula's cool exterior, and it's one of her very first scenes. You know the one: "almost isn't good enough." It makes for a very subtle build-up to the breakdown and her eventual fall. But it comes at the cost of depicting her predominantly as a capital-V Villain prior to it. You're not really supposed to sympathize with Azula until "The Beach," arguably not until "Into the Inferno." For most of the animated show's run, you're supposed to find her scary and threatening.

And this is done effectively- almost too effectively. She's an obvious foil to Zuko, and serves as such a good primary antagonist that they had to neutralize her in the finale by giving her the breakdown. It's like they knew there was no way a healthy Azula was going to be beatable during Sozin's Comet. She appeared to be an effortlessly talented fire bender, a brilliant strategist, and a more dangerous opponent than even Ozai.

Live action Azula does not have this same feeling to her. There is still something "scary" about her- we see her watching people being burned alive with little to no reaction, and her face is quite blank at Zuko's Agni Kai. She's still cunning and still willing to manipulate things to her advantage- we see this in how she plays Zhao. So if this version gets a season two I have no doubt that this Azula will still serve as a dangerous antagonist to the Gaang and I don't doubt this is still an Azula capable of bringing down Ba Sing Se.

But she's not quite the calm, collected character she first seemed in the animated version. This Azula is a little less hinged. She has more moments of snapping and losing some of that perfect control. She's more frustrated and feels more at the mercy of her father. She reads far more like the Azula we saw in "The Phoenix King," the one who talked back and protested that her father couldn't treat her like Zuko. That Azula, however, was about one bad night's sleep away from a psychotic break. This Azula, presumably, isn't there yet.

I can agree that something of her original character gets lost when you essentially start foreshadowing the breakdown from the jump. It's not gonna be a surprise to any new audiences. She's not gonna be quite the same. But it does humanize her much sooner than the original show did, and it asks the audience to consider her circumstances from the jump- is this a sympathetic character or not? I obviously think she is in the original, and I do think in the end she was meant to be. But it's much more of a debate. The live action show unequivocally says "yes" and does not make it a debate at all.

I'd be tempted to say it's not trusting the audience to read between the lines, but given all the Azula discourse...they might be right to take this more direct approach.

Anyways. Live action Azula also feels more like a real teenager. She's petty, she's irritable, she's desperate to remain in her father's favor and beat her brother in the artificial competition her father has set up between them and will go to any lengths to do so- lengths she probably wouldn't have in the cartoon. She has a strong drive to prove herself and to protect the image she constructs about herself as the "perfect daughter." But that image also feels far more fragile than it did in the animated version.

This Azula doesn't say that "almost [perfect] isn't good enough." She says that "it [perfect] isn't good enough." It's a subtle but meaningful difference.

(Side note- I think the reason this Azula is fine shooting lightning in the direction of her father, seemingly in defiance of his orders, is a direct result of the change to the Agni Kai- she watched as Ozai berated and burned Zuko for not giving him his all, versus in the original where Zuko's sin was in not fighting back period. So here she's showing Ozai her "all", she's giving him everything she has to prove she's capable of doing more than Zuko running drills and smoking out resistance rings.)

I like this change. I like this more desperate, more grounded take on Azula. She feels like a real girl in a horrendous home environment. This Azula was raised in a family where it's expected you be cool with setting people on fire in the throne room and where there's a tangible symbol of Daddy's love sitting beneath him at all times. This Azula was forged in the fires of competition and manipulation that's more subtle than the animated Ozai ever seemed capable of. (More on Ozai later, but he's a much more subtle character than his animated counterpart despite still being...pretty blatantly Evil). So I think it makes sense that she's not quite as calm and controlled and perfect as the animated version.

I don't know yet which version I'll prefer when all is said and done- she was ultimately a minor role in this season. Animated Azula is iconic and always will be, but there's a lot I've always been critical of about how she was depicted in the original show. I think a lot of us that love and empathize with Azula do so despite the way she was written, not because of it. This version might change things a little.

But it also might make it seem infinitely more cruel if she isn't given some kind of redemptive ending (or at least one that implies some hope for her.) The bleak ending of the original show might feel really bad for this more sympathetic version of Azula. So if they stick with that...I dunno. It could hit or miss.

For now, I like what I'm seeing. And Elizabeth Yu understood the assignment.

#natla spoilers #natla #azula #hopefully mai and ty lee get more development in season two #they were kinda just...there in season one #also I strongly suspect this adaptation will cut azula's recruitment of them in season two and just have them with her from the jump

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ive never seen blogs dedicated to schizospec/psychosis positivity, but i found this blog and i feel so seen and welcome! it makes me feel like im not alone in everything, so thank you :)

I'm happy to hear that!! But there are other blogs that contribute to the schizo-spec/psychosis positivity side of Tumblr and make me feel less alone in my experiences, here are my personal favorites @schizoetic @schizodiaries @schizosupport @schizo-vulture @thesoftpsychotic @psychosis--culture-is @psychotic-tbh @stargazingpsychotic

Starting this blog has helped me a lot with feeling less alone as well. Anytime people share that they relate to something I experience is so incredible. We are a community, and I'm glad we are able to find each other 😊

#answered #hope the blogs dont mind me tagging them i can remove you if you want just lemme know

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queenquinzel715 · 3 months

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Pt2 Halforc Rothwell

Warning: gore, mature

Word count: 2,804

PART 2

Many of my people think I’m psychotic, and with days like today I agree with them. As I stand on the balcony of the castle that looks at the open field. My father decided to have William win back his Guard position by fighting in an even match against Rothwell. I was shocked that he came to me with this, but I was proud his old self was showing.

“EVERYONE LISTEN! I HAVE DECIDED TO GIVE WILLIAM A CHANCE!” My father started, letting his family clap and cheer. “HOWEVER HE WILL NOT WALK AWAY SCRATCH FREE!” The clapping stopped. “SIR ROTHWELL AND WILLIAM WILL HAVE THEIR FINAL MATCH TO SEE WHO IS THE BETTER WARRIOR.” My father has to stop his speech because Wiliam’s family and some others are causing a ruckus.

“SILENCE!” My inpatient voice carries over the field. My father smirks over at me in thanks.

“THE ONLY WAY WILLIAM CAN RECEIVE HIS TITLE BACK HE MUCH DEFEAT THE ORC LORD TO HIS KNEES.” My father finishes his speech to sit in his seat.

“EACH FIGHTER WILL RECEIVE ONE WEAPON OF THEIR CHOICE. THEY THEN WILL BE MOVED TO THEIR ONE SIDES OF THE FIELD. WHEN THE CANON IS RELEASED THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN. ANYONE THAT INTERFERES THAT FIGHTER IS DONE, AND BOTH PEOPLE WILL BE HUNG WITHIN THE HOUR.” People murmur amongst each other. William’s family, every last one of them, look like a lit canon ready to explode. “ALSO WHOEVER WINS THIS BATTLE WILL WIN MY HAND IN MARRIAGE.” There are collective gasps all around the crowd.

I lock eyes with Rothwell, give him a nod as I lift my hand for the guards to lead them to the middle of the field. Rothwell keeps his eyes on mine, making the guard wave his hand to get his attention. I laugh as I sit next to my father.

“Well that was an exciting announcement.” He chuckles.

‘’It makes this go faster. if you haven’t noticed Rothwell is very taken with me…” he interrupts.

“and you him.” He teases me. “No wonder you couldn’t find a husband. You needed a mountain.” He laughs as I push him with my elbow.

“Like I was saying, orcs are very territorial, so by me saying that, Rothwell will either rip him to shreds or he will play with William until he’s made his point.” I smile as I think of ways.

When we look back to the field the men are almost to either side of the field. Rothwell has an ax in his hand while William has a sword. I scuff at his cockiness.

“What?” Father asks.

“William is so arrogant. There is a bow with eight arrows in the sheave, and he grabs a sword.” I signal the cannon to fire.

William lifts his sword, swings it a few times, and starts walking toward Rothwell. Only to stop at the center, waving the sword in a come here motion. The orcs, who are watching from the courtyard, growl at William’s disrespect, however they have great control; they don’t move an inch. Rothwell however stomps his way to William throwing the ax into the dirt that lays less than a foot away from William. I watch Rothwell’s every movement, and he really is a mountain. William tries to swing his sword, but Rothwell takes the sword away like it was just a stick. Some people gasp, others just talk, some even leave, but the creatures were cheering like this was sport. I guess in a way it is a sport for us if it was an even match and didn’t end in death.

Everything goes quiet as Rothwell grabs William by his neck, but he doesn’t kill William. He looks at me. I forget people are there, and run my finger over the front of my neck. With a smirk on both mine and Rothwell’s he breaks William’s neck. Rothwell is so much stronger than humanly possible, so it causes William’s head to rip off. The courtyard was split with cheers while the other was making terror-like sounds, making people quiet down.

“SO THAT SETTLES IT!” My father’s voice breaks through the crowd. “SIR ROTHWELL HAS WON NOT ONLY THIS FIGHT, BUT HE HAS WON MY RESPECT.” The crowd has a staggered applause, while the creatures applause with pride. “HE ALSO WON..” My father holds his hand out to me. I let him lead me to his side. “MY dAUGHTER’S HAND IN MARRIAGE.” His speech ends with Rothwell lifting William’s head with a roar.

When he has everyone’s attention he throws the head to the ground, and looks up at me with a determined gaze. I look toward the side door that is the service hall, although is does lead to the escape tunnel. He gets the hint, and walks with a puffed out chest to the door.

“Goodbye father.” I hurry around him to the painting.

“You’re my daughter alright.” He chuckles. It doesn’t hit me until I’m in the tunnel. He used to make my mother take these tunnels to their hideaway cave my father made for them.

“Shut up, and shut the door.” I laugh with him.

I get to the door just as I hear his heavy steps. I slowly open the door, to see his muscular back. I knock on the door causing him to turn to me. William’s blood is still on him as he grabs me by my waist to lift me to his lips. I can never get over the smoothness of his tusks, and how his beard tickles my cheeks. As we pull apart I smile into his eyes.

“I knew you would win.” I wrap myself around him the best I could in this dress I was forced to wear for the formal event.

“You knew what you were doing by saying that marriage line.’’ He gives me a smirk before he leans down to kiss my neck then back to my lips.

He pulls back after some time, and lets me back down on my feet.

“We’ve been down here too long. My people will want to celebrate my victory, and I’m going to need my woman with me.” He pulls me to him, making me squeeze against his chest.

That night I stayed by Rothwell’s side, and celebrated with my future family. The later it got the more embarrassing Rothwell’s life stories became.

“Oh…” Sip of mead. “Oh! Remember when Rothwell was ten winters old, and asked his father what the horses were doing.” Everyone bellows out in laughter.

I lean into his side while laughing.

‘’So what were they doing?’’ I just fall into his chest as I fall in a laughing fit.

I don’t realize he is moving his arm to go over my face, while tightly holding me in place.

“Oh sweet girl I’d gladly show you.” His voice seems much more rough than usual.

My eyes snap up at him as my cheeks start to burn. He just smirks at me as he leans down to kiss, what I assume from the burning, red cheek. I gasp as I look around to make sure no one saw.

“No one here cares about public affection. We actually are big on showing who’s our mate.” He moves my hair out of my face.

I don’t know if it’s the mead or if it was my own will letting me, but I reach up to grab the back of his neck. Once I have him close enough I kiss him as hard as I could, so I know he can feel it.

~Month later~

I've received a hairpin that has a beautiful blue jewel, a dress belt with matching jewelry, however my favorite is this fur blanket I found on my bed. I don't think I've ever slept better with how warm and soft it feels.

I have learned I am allowed to give him gifts as well, but near the end of the process. I have read through the library about the orc process, but it doesn't say anything about the seasons being a factor. I do try to ask Rothwell about it.

"Can I ask you something, Rothwell?" I timidly ask as we walk back to my castle from his new settlement.

"Of course you can. I'll answer anything." We stop at the bonfire, taking a seat.

"Does the seasons actually matter according to the courting process?" I look up at him, and notice he seems to get nervous.

"Well not really." He stands while speaking. "I just need time…" He cuts himself off like he wants to say more.

"Oh, I can understand that. Besides…." I stand, smiling up at him. "I need time to finish a gift big enough for a giant." I teasingly say as I enter the castle.

As I shut the door I hear Rothwell growl to himself, causing me to giggle. I have a few hours before bed, so I head to the work room. I have taken up a room with leather, fabric & runes I bought from an orc woman in the new settlement. So far I only have an arm cuff made, but with the time I have I should be able to finish the necklace I'm making.

I've learned a lot from these creatures that have settled here, and how they appreciate each other. Rothwell more than anyone. We aren't even married yet, and he has been asking for my help on decisions for his settlement. Well not all I haven't been able to go near the far north side of it, and no one will tell me why.

As I finish my last two loops to hold the stones there's a knock.

“Yes!”

The door opens to Rothwell with a sheepish look on his face.

“Rothwell?!” I rush to cover my work, but end up dropping my bowl of runes on the floor.

He comes over to help pick them up, but I notice he's looking at some with a smirk.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as I take the runes from his hand.

He doesn't answer, he just looks over the table I've been hunched over for the past hour.

“I know it's not much, but I learned I can give you gifts as…” I squeal in surprise when I'm picked up and put on the table.

“You could have absolutely nothing, and I'd still marry you.” He leans close as he speaks with his deep voice.

I smile up at him as I reach over for his cuff. He smirks at me leaning on his one arm as he lifts the other arm to let me tie his gift onto the right arm. I quickly pull his dagger out of his waist, having him lock eyes with me. I smile as I slide his dagger into the shift I added along the wrist. He snaps up while looking at my gift in shock.

“That is the smartest idea I've ever seen. In battle my opponents won't see my dagger.” He excitedly talks.

“I'm glad you like it. I do have this..” I hold up the unfinished necklace. “I'm just having trouble with placing the right runes in the right order.” He holds the necklace in between his fingers as he looks it over.

“Who gave you these?” He begins to fidget with a rune.

“An orc woman that sells them in your settlement. I tried doing them myself, but cut my finger.” I giggle.

“Well Little one that woman is going to give you your money back.” He chuckles while he sits the necklace into my hands. “While I give her a stern talking too. That woman is my young sister, and the runes she gave you means…” He holds up the one he's been holding. “fertility…” He moves along to the others. “Protection, strength, partnership, and the rest are the same as the first, fertility.” He rests his hands next to my hips, caging me to the table.

“Oh..” I look down at the necklace, and try to figure out how I'm going to fix this mess.

“If you still would like to give me the finished product I will wear it proudly.” He softly takes it from my hands. “I know everything is new to you, but understand one thing. If you allow me to finish this ritual I will cherish anything and everything you give me, while tearing apart anyone who mocks us.”

I don't know what comes over me. I just grab the sides of his face, and kiss him deeply. His arm goes around me as he growls against my lips. His lips feel so much more softer than I thought they would, although his tusks are pushing into my chin. It's not sharp; it's more like pushing my cheeks to make my lips pucker more. We pull apart with a smile on both of our faces.

“Let me get you to your chambers before I throw everything out the window.” I giggle as he lifts me off the table to the floor.

As we walk in a comfortable silence I hold onto his arm, honestly enjoying the way his woodsy, smokey smell calms my mind. When we get to my hall I start to feel myself get upset knowing he will have to leave.

“Goodnight, Little one.” He kisses the top of my head before I walk into my room.

“Goodnight, Rothwell.” I smile to myself as I shut the door.

I go on the rest of my night as I normally would, however my body is on fire. I even have on the lightest nightgown I own, and even the fall breeze does nothing. I overlook the sky as I stand on my balcony wishing Rothwell was here. I go to turn when I see Rothwell at the main gate entrance. I watch him sneak around the guards, until he reaches under my balcony. He finally looks up with his eyes on mine.

“Hurry!” I try to whisper loud enough for him to hear.

He smirks at me before he disappears into a side door. I start getting very anxious with what will happen when my orc husband gets up here. I hear movement just a few moments later behind the painting that covers my escape door. How did he find that? It opens to Rothwell panting like he ran, which wouldn't surprise me with how quickly he got here.

We don't say a word, we quickly walk to each other. He lifts me as I kiss him with hurried movements. His growls along with my gasps fill the room as he lays me on my bed. He looks me up and down as his hand rests on my thigh.

“Tell me to stop, Princess.” his voice sounds like he's in pain.

“I need you Rothwell. I need my husband.” I look up into his eyes hoping he sees just how desperate I feel.

Within seconds my nightgown is ripped in two, and my orc husband has his mouth biting, kissing my body, and has his hand gripping along my body. I can't help but grip his hair, and scratch the top of his shoulder. As he travels down to my center my legs rub along his warm body. His heat melts my body to the bed until his tongue runs quickly up my center, hitting my clit for just a moment. It sends me up onto my elbows to look at him in shock.

“Again please, Rothwell.” I beg.

I see determination in his eyes before he dives his head in between my legs again. I can't believe how well his tongue moves along my center like he's been down there for years. He hits my clit with almost every up stroke, and he knew I needed it from his firm grip getting tighter to hold me still.

“Oh God Rothwell!” I scream out when his lips wrap around my clit, and sucks softly with a twirl like lick.

I fall to the bed as spots form all over my vision. I feel him climb onto the bed next to me, and pull to his warm body.

“I know your customs Little One. Don't worry about me.” He kisses my shoulder, and keeps me place as I try to turn and dismiss him. “Sleep. I'll see you at breakfast, even though I'd rather stay here, but I'd rather you not be a widow before we are even married.” I giggle at him as I turn to bury my face into his chest.

“That would be awful. I'd have to marry a boring human then.” He chuckles.

“Boring human? Little One they were boring to you way before I got here.” We laugh as we settle into the bed.

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jackinthebox80085 · 7 months

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C!Wilbur and C!Quackity’s dynamic is so. Interesting to me.

I’m going to go chronologically, and break it down in the way that I view and imagine the lore.

The Elections

When Quackity first joins the server, Wilbur is at the top of his game. He had just won his country's independence, people were singing his praises, and as the cherry on top, he was rigging his own election. He was winning, unopposable.

Then Quackity comes in, and suddenly Wilbur is faced with someone with equal passion, brains, cunning, and fire, and Wilbur feels threatened.

And from Quackity’s view, he has met this charming, slimy, bastard with a silver tongue. Quackity is incredulous that Wilbur could be so smug as to try to rig his own election. It isn’t fair, and it isn’t right. So Quackity does something about it.

And this leads to the spark of their rivalry, the most physical kind. Opponents of an election. Wilbur’s place on top is now threatened by this young, scrappy malcontent, and Quackity has just found out how underhanded the supposed leader is, the man people sing praises to.

But here’s the thing, Wilbur sees himself as above Quackity, and Quackity does too. Because Wilbur has everything, a country, friends, the world behind him. And because now Quackity is someone with a good chance at taking that all away, Wilbur feels threatened.

Because of this, Wilbur talks down to Quackity, mocks him, tries to break his spirit, tells him that there is no way he wins the elections, and most importantly, his words ring true. Quackity doesn’t have support, his vice sleeps through half of the debates, and Wilbur can twist his words and make him a joke and a fool in the eyes of the people. Quackity can’t win a game that Wilbur made.

So what does Quackity do? He changes the game. He brings in Schlatt, and suddenly Wilbur has his back against the wall, as he realizes that it’s not good enough to just get over 50% of the voters, if Quackity and Schlatt pool their votes. Wilbur is losing control, all because some scrappy young misfit came in and ruined what he had created.

Wilbur can’t understand how this pathetic man managed to outsmart him, because he truly doesn’t think Quackity could equal him.

Then–and this is most important–Quackity wins.

Quackity, to him, has beaten the smug, underhanded bastard Wilbur, by playing his game better than he did. And Wilbur is devastated. He has just lost everything, and Quackity took it away from him.

Manburg

But here’s where things change.

Because Schlatt is now in the picture. And he’s a bigger fish than Wilbur could ever fry. He’s more dangerous than Dream, at this point, because where Dream is crazy, Schlatt’s psychotic. Dream has motives, reasons to do things, whereas Schlatt operates on anger, malice, and spur of the moment decisions. He is too unpredictable, and this comes to a head when he exiles Wilbur and his little brother from their own damn country, forcing them down into the underbelly of the city, in a cave system that runs so tangled and deep, the walls grow hot as they near the Nether.

And Wilbur seethes. In his eyes, Quackity got Schlatt on top through an unfair strategy, giving him the power to hurt Wilbur. Wilbur knows that he couldn’t have done it without Schlatt, without pulling the rug from under Wilbur’s feet, and Wilbur still views him as pathetic. Because Wilbur lost unfairly. Quackity would have never won if Wilbur had prepared.

Their positions have almost entirely flipped, for a short while, now Quackity is on the top of the world, or at least, second to Schlatt. And for this, Wilbur holds a twisted fascination in the man, becoming obsessed with taking him down.

Pogtopia

So what does Wilbur do? He rebels, he starts a resistance, and he begins scheming to take Schlatt and Quackity down. Because here, Schlatt is the biggest problem. And his sanity begins to slip just a bit, he begins to lose his footing, but he doesn’t care. So what if he hears small voices in the crackling of a fire, eyes watching him from the cracks in the walls. So what if there are buttons on the walls? Better to destroy all evidence of a rebellion than to be caught.

Then Schlatt does something.

It doesn’t matter what, but it is the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and Quackity finally concedes to himself that Schlatt’s regime has gone too far.

Because while he put up with it, he noticed how unnecessarily cruel Schaltt was being, how unfair he was, and he found himself resentful of being Schlatt’s lackey, his lapdog. His second place. And he hears whispers. About Wilbur, the former president’s quiet rebellion.

And he runs.

He finds Wilbur and Pogtopia, and offers his help. And of course Wilbur is suspicious, and hostile, and sickeningly condescending to Quackity, demanding Quackity’s reason for trying to help, and asking if he’s finally realized the mistake he made by not teaming with Wilbur, in the smuggest, most sickly sweet voice Quackity has ever heard.

But here’s the thing–Quackity is hurting. And he just tells Wilbur that he needs to get rid of Schlatt, and won’t elaborate.

Because admitting defeat would mean admitting that he never won.

And Wilbur sees Quackity, his shining rival, now cast down exactly as WIlbur had been, by the same man, (ignoring the fact that Quackity willingly brought himself down because he saw the unjustness in Schlatt’s regime, whereas Wilbur was forcibly exiled) and he gets an idea (the cause of 99% of C!Wilbur’s problems).

He brings Quackity into Pogtopia, lets him help, because it shows how he’s the better person. He will cast aside his rivalry in order to help Quackity, and he has no problem saying it directly to his face. And Quackity realizes the underlying message. Wilbur, his rival, has crafted the opportunity to sell Quackity out as a traitor, therefore permanently bringing him onto the side of Pogtopia lest Wilbur tell Schlatt.

Wilbur found a way to gain power over Quackity, putting them back on the same plane again, each one able to sell the other out.

But it is here, where something also changes. Because in the dark caves of Pogtoipa, Quackity notices Wilbur’s change. The once charming, bright, charismatic leader is now a twitchy, manic, unsettling husk of himself, his royal blue coat and tricorne exchanged for a tattered trench coat and beanie. And Quackity finds a silent part of himself mourning the loss.

And Wilbur begins thinking almost the exact same thing. Quackity, his once fiery rival’s smile has dulled to a resigned grimace at everything. But Wilbur doesn’t get sad, he gets angry. Angry at Schlatt, angry at Quackity for letting himself get there, angry at the world for putting them in those godforsaken caves. And this anger poisons his mind even more, chips away at his sanity even though he doesn't even understand why.

So here, their rivalry quiets, because they have to trust each other. They are allies, in a sense, and the dark caves get lonely at night. And they don’t talk, instead seeking solace in silent presence. An extra healing potion brewed and left out in easy reach. Niki’s birthday.

November 16th

Then, the fight happens, and it happens fast. Quackity loses track of Wilbur, but he doesn’t care as the scene of Schlatt keeling over keeps playing in his head, as he fights to protect his precious lives.

And Wilbur watches the fight, and I could go into the details of why he blows up L’Manburg, but I won't, here. But he blows up L’manburg, and the last thing he sees are Quackity’s eyes, wide with shock before he is stepping into a train station where he will wait for–to him–13 ½ years.

And Quackity watches Wilbur blow himself up, and his heart practically tears itself apart with conflicting feelings. He is happy that his rival is dead, that the lying, underhanded, bastard is in pieces now. But a strange void rips itself into his heart.

Because now, there is no one to challenge him. No one for his anger to focus on, no one to thwart his moves and banter with.

The Butcher Army and the Fiances

Now, Quackity has no rival. So he makes one. He goes after Technoblade, looking for some release to his anger, his conflicted feelings that keep him up at night that he doesn’t understand. Quackity is no longer the vice president, no longer part of Pogtoipa, just a side liner in a country he originally opposed. And he feels like he has no place. So he starts the butcher army, and what does he get? A pickaxe to the face and a blind eye.

So, Quackity turns to something else. Maybe, if he finds love, the weird, spacey feeling in his heart will close up again. And yes, he does find some fiances who he loves with every inch of his heart, and he feels like he might have a place, he builds an entire country for them to live in, transports each grain of sand to create a desert–until they leave him. Forget him.

And Quackity grows bitter.

Las Nevadas and Wilbur’s Revival

And now, here’s where it gets interesting, and possibly a little mushy.

Because this whole time, Quackity hasn’t had a place. Not an equal place. Not in the election, he was the new guy who didn’t fit in. Not with Schlatt, where he was simply the lackey behind the monster of the regime. Not with his fiances, he was always an outsider, the third wheel in his own relationship. Not even in Las Nevadas, where he stays in his office, where people see him, but not him.

Come to think about it, the only time where he was evenly matched, where he truly had a place, was being Wilbur’s rival. Someone who he could keep up with, someone who could keep up with him, and someone who always made a place for him, to argue with.

Then Wilbur is revived. And when he sees everything that Quackity has done, he is in shock, because now his rival, the man he used to view as pathetic, has done what Wilbur couldn’t do–he built a country that stood. Quackity is no longer the passionate, good hearted, yet pathetic man Wilbur once saw him as. For the first time, Wilbur sees Quackity as his equal.

And when Quackity sees Wilbur, his glory gone from years in limbo, his coat tattered and a five o’ clock shadow gracing his face, he feels powerful. He has beaten Wilbur, the man has been reduced to a shadow of his former self, no matter how desperately he tries to deny it. And he feels like Wilbur has been brought back down to Quackity’s level, screwed over by life in the same way.

Yet, when they talk, they remain on equal ground, throwing insults and banter back and forth just like the old days. They match each other head on. Each of them are fascinated with what the other has become. One man fallen from grace, one man risen to every challenge.

So when Wilbur starts the burger van, Quackity smiles as their rivalry is lit once more.

Because this is their place. The one place where each of them are truly equal, one cannot get one over the other for more than a day.

Rivals, yet they walk side by side.

Someone tell me I did NOT just write almost 2k words about C!Tntduo omg congrats if you got to the end, these are my insane ramblings, in their first draft, not proofread.

#wilbur soot #quackity #c!wilbur soot #c!quackity #tntduo #c!tntduo #dsmp #dsmp headcanons #in this essay i will

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