#I am like a vampire you must invite me into your house okay

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I am a chronically early person like I will break out into hives if I am late (obviously it happens if there is a wreck or a traffic jam, but 9.9/10 i am early).

I am so tired of meeting up with people at a set time and they are late...ESPECIALLY after already pushing the time back for you

Like if you don't wanna meet up that's fine just say that...cause it feels like you don't value my time

[bloodhoundluke]

drunken smiles & fishnet stockings

pairing: luke hemmings x fem! reader

description: it's halloween and luke is hosting a party! luke and y/n know each other, but little do they know that this night would change something pivotal between the duo.

warnings: 🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sex talk, smut, protected p in v, alcohol consumption, cursing, fluff, an embarrassing amount of pet names. (i don't think there’s anything else??).

word count: 5,8k-ish. a/n: hey there friends! 🌟 i wanted to publish this fic before publishing requested & other fics, i'm working on all of them so pls be patient! and this is my first fic which contains smut so there's a huge chance this sucks (i'm actually nervous to release this pls help me i'm scared lol) 😬 also, i have a lot of deadlines atm so pls bare with me, i am working on the requests whenever i can. thank you for supporting my blog, i adore you all so much 🤍 happy late halloween to everyone who celebrated 🎃

dividers by @silkholland.

"Y/N!", you heard your best friend yell from the other side of your studio apartment. You had been getting ready for nearly two hours, and to one one’s surprise, you and your best friend were already late. Calum had been texting you for a while now, telling you two to hurry up. 

"What?"

"We are so late! We need to get going! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing", your best friend sighed and now stood next to you. You were still fixing your hair in front of a full body mirror.

"Okay okay, stop fussing. Do I look okay?", you asked them and placed the curling iron on top of your drawer, shutting it off. You reached for the hairspray sitting on the drawer, and looked over at your friend who looked absolutely stunning. 

"Yes, you look amazing Y/N. If I wasn't your friend I'd totally hook up with you", your friend cheered and nudged your shoulder gently. 

"Gosh, thanks. I'd totally hook up with you too", you giggled and took a glimpse of their police costume. You ruffled your hair slightly and placed some hairspray on your locks to hold them in place.

You locked your hands with your friend’s, and got into the cab that was waiting outside. 

You had been invited to your friend Luke's Halloween party. You had met him a few years prior through your mutual friend Calum, who was also his bandmate and one of his best friends. Calum and you had known for four years or so, and you considered him to be one of your closest friends. You considered yourself lucky to have a friend like him, since you could tell him anything and you knew he wouldn’t judge you.

You looked through the cab window with the city lights passing by. You wondered who’d be at the party. Luke must have sent invitations for hundreds of people, since he was a pretty popular guy. You found the guy and his shy-ish exterior rather charming, but only in a platonic way. Luke and you weren’t extremely close, but you exchanged text messages every now and then. 

You arrived at the party and looked at the sea of people, who were mingling with each other in their Halloween costumes. Luke’s house was decorated in decorative spider web, pumpkins, and some skeleton figures. Purple lightning illuminated the whole house. You liked the decorations, it wasn’t too much or too little.

You and your best friend decided to go and say hello to Calum and his group of people. Calum hugged you tightly and commented on how he hadn’t seen you in ages. His girlfriend, Brandy, did the same. They were wearing a matching set of vampire costumes. You were happy for Calum, he had finally found a girl who loved him just the way he was.

You walked over to Ashton, Michael, Crystal and Luke. Ashton was dressed in a cowboy costume, which made you smile a bit since he practically dressed like one in real life. He brought you into a bear hug and you couldn't help but smile. Ashton always made you feel so welcomed. Michael and Crystal goofed around in their Anime costumes. You catched up with them and then finally noticed something familiar about Luke’s costume. It was a Harry Potter costume.

No fucking way.

"Cool costume", Luke commented as he saw you eyeing his Gryffindor badge, and the lightning bolt on his forehead. His hair had grown out a bit, but it didn't look bad. Actually, it looked anything else than bad. That man could definitely pull off any hairstyle, you were sure of it.

"Thanks! You too. Suits you", you stated and straightened your own Gryffindor badge on your costume. Dressing as Ginny Weasley, or what you called it low-budget Ginny since you had no cape, was a decision you had made a few days ago. You were supposed to dress as a Pumpkin, but you managed to break the costume and didn’t have the time to fix it. So the second best option was Ginny.

You sighed and looked around the room, thinking of grabbing a drink.

“Oh my gosh! We need to take a picture of you two”, your best friend suddenly exclaimed and you giggled, nervousness plastered all across your face. You saw them giving you the look, and knew instantly what it meant. They believed in fate, what you on the other hand called nonsense. You were sure Luke and you dressing in similar costumes was some sort of sign of “fate” to your best friend. Luke and you could never happen. 

“Really?”, you giggled as you felt a knot in your stomach. Luke was sometimes difficult to read, and you weren’t entirely sure if he would conform to the idea.

“Yes!”, your best friend commented, and ‘totally’ and ‘absolutely’ from Michael, Crystal, Calum, Brandy and Ashton followed after. You and Luke both looked at each of them, then finally looked at each other. Your friends would never let it go, so you’d better just get it out of the way.

“Okay”, you accepted your defeat. “You okay with that?”, you confirmed Luke. “Yeah, sure, why not?”, he took a sip of his beer and placed the bottle on the counter, giving you a small smile. 

You, Luke and your best friend found a spot in Luke’s house and you settled in with Luke against the white wall, as your best friend was holding their phone towards you two. Luke placed his other hand on your lower back, and you placed yours on his stomach. 

“This okay?”, you looked up to him and shuffled a little closer to the man. You saw him eyeing your legs, which were covered in fishnet stockings. His oceanic blue eyes met yours, and you did your best not to drown in them. You hadn’t even chugged down one drink, and you were already a fool for some man. And worst of all, it was your friend. You blamed this growing lust for him on the Halloween spirit. Surely someone had once said that Halloween brings out feelings you don’t usually feel.

“Uh..yeah, sure”, he cleared his throat and chuckled. “You ready?”, he offered you a little smile.

“S-sure”, you returned the smile and you both stared directly at the camera.

“And say….cheese!”, your best friend cheered.

You took an awkward glimpse in Luke’s direction and both of you bursted out laughing. The photos shown afterwards were pretty cute, you had to admit that. And Luke’s hand on your lower back left you yearning for more of his touch.

Damn, you really needed a drink. And to forget Luke fucking Hemmings' hands.

—❦

After taking the picture of you and Luke, you had been mingling with people, eating, and drinking a few tequila sunrises. You had just settled into Luke’s living room to play Spin the Bottle, the classic party game. The group playing consisted of you, your best friend, Luke, Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael and Crystal. To be honest you were zoned most of the time, since you found the game a bit ridiculous.

Then you heard your name as the bottle pointed towards you. In your alcohol-infused state, you picked a dare.

“I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room”, Ashton dared. You heard a few encouraging comments coming from your friends, and Brandy gave you a wide grin.  “Ash? Really?”, you squeaked, and gave him a deadly glare. “Well, didn’t you pick a dare, pumpkin?”, he asked and chuckled. Suddenly the rush of confidence you had seemed to fade out, and you mentally cursed the drummer.

“Okay”, you sighed, and looked across the room. The choice was obvious, but you didn’t want to give it away. So you pretended to consider your options for a while.

You got up from the floor, and got on your knees in front of Luke. You caught him looking at you, and he looked away. But then you leant to kiss him, and he kissed you back. The tingling feeling of him kissing you back flustered you. You shouldn’t like the feeling of his lips pressed against yours this much, but you did. His lips brushed over yours delicately, and your heart was pumping. It made no sense, but you loved every second of it. His beard stubble tickled you, but you didn't care. Not everyday you got the chance to kiss Luke fucking Hemmings, who was practically the hottest guy you had ever seen.

You backed away from the kiss first, then did Luke. 

 “Cool”, he let out a nervous chuckle and you did the same. Cool…really? You didn’t know if you should have been offended or relieved that the awkwardness of it was finally over.

“That was hot”, your best friend whispered into your ear as you went back to your place on the floor. “He’s hot”, you whispered back. The taste of pure tequila lingered on your lips.

“And Ashton’s so hot too”, they whispered. “Go get him, Y/B/F/N”, you advised, and winked at them.

The game continued and the next rounds were spent by hearing how Ashton’s favorite sex position was Basset Hound Doggy and Brandy’s biggest turn off in a relationship was controlling behavior. You also saw your best friend give a lap dance to the person who they fancied the most in the room, Ashton. They both seemed to enjoy it. Michael and Crystal had also shared a steamy make out session, to which you all cheered.

It was Luke’s turn next.

“Hmmm…okay. What is your biggest turn on?” Michael asked Luke and took a sip of his Corona, placing the bottle on the floor afterwards. Luke’s answer interested you, you had to admit. 

“Ohh…got many. But neck kisses are a big one”, Luke slyly answered and gulped down his tequila. “Ohhh, that’s a good one”, Ashton agreed and you saw him looking in your best friend’s direction. You rolled your eyes slightly, and giggled to yourself. They would totally share the bed tonight. 

Luke spun the bottle, which landed on Calum. He chose the truth. Luke didn’t come up with anything, so your best friend chose the question instead. 

“Which two people in this group should hook up?”, your best friend asked Calum.

Oh my god, were they serious? You totally knew where they were getting at. But hopefully Calum didn’t understand that, or anyone else for that matter. You were safe, Calum would definitely pick Michael and Crystal. Or Ashton and your best friend. 

“Well, the obvious choice would be Brandy and me. Or Michael and Crystal, but…I feel I want to stir the pot, I guess.. So… I think Luke and Y/N… I mean we saw the kiss Luke and Y/N had earlier”, Calum smirked devilishly at Luke, and then at you. The group around you chuckled, and seemed to agree with Calum as they were nodding their heads. But not you nor Luke. 

“Okayyyy, so maybe Cal should stop drinking for tonight”, you chuckled, and Calum gave you a humorous smile, which screamed a polite fuck you, in return. You saw Luke looking down at his drink on the floor with a drunken smile on his face. He fiddled with his rings on his left hand. He looked up and directly at you, boring his eyes into yours for a milli-second. You wondered what was going through his head, since yours was filled with so many questions. 

Why didn’t he say anything? Why was he so quiet? Did he find your kiss icky? Did he find you… repulsive? Why was he acting so strange? 

—❦

The party was over and people had left Luke’s apartment, which was now littered with red cups, beer bottles and pizza boxes. You had been settling into a spare bedroom in Luke’s house. Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael, Crystal and your best friend were staying over as well. 

You drank water alone in Luke’s kitchen, since everyone had already gone to sleep. The now quiet atmosphere made you feel at peace, and you smiled to yourself.

You enjoyed the brief moment of silence until a head of blonde messy curls appeared from the doorway.

Luke walked into the kitchen and gave you a tired little smile. He opened the refrigerator door and took a large water bottle, pouring it into a glass he retrieved from the cabinet. He placed the bottle back to the refrigerator and closed the refrigerator door as you were still drinking your own water.

You noticed how he had gotten rid of the jacket and the tie, leaving him with a slightly unbuttoned white collar shirt and dark gray pants. He had also wiped the lightning bolt off his forehead.

Standing here with Luke, in this terrifyingly awkward yet weirdly comforting silence, made you question your lust towards the man. Maybe it was just the alcohol running through your veins. That might just be the only logical explanation.

“Let me guess, you don’t want to get a hangover?”, you chose to break the silence.

“Hell no”, he sipped water, “did you have fun tonight?”. The blonde locked his eyes with yours and you looked away, your eyes now fixating on your ring-covered fingers.

You cleared your throat, and answered, “Yep, had a blast. And you?”. 

“Yeah”, he smiled and you went closer to him, as you were about to place the cup in the sink. Your hands brushed against his as he was just about to do the same. You both placed your cups in the sink, and your eyes met his. You both stood in your places quietly, and for some weird reason, you couldn't help but look at his parted lips. And you noticed him doing the same, then his eyes studying yours.

Your heart started to race a million miles an hour. You weren’t nervous around the people you fancied, but Luke was a different story. He was the epitome of gorgeous, so you couldn’t really blame yourself, could you?

He turned his body towards yours, and you took a step closer to him. You didn’t know what you were doing. Hell, you didn’t know what he was doing either.

Luke let out a low chuckle and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip. 

Yes, even a fool could tell you wanted to kiss him. But you weren’t sure if you should. And you weren’t sure if the man in front of you noticed that too. 

Thankfully Luke had noticed your indecisiveness as he leant in for a kiss. You had imagined this after the kiss during the game, but now that it was actually happening, you couldn’t believe it. This was rougher than the last time. More passionate. More demanding. He moved even closer to you, placing his hands on the sides of your face. You felt his cold rings against your bare skin, but it didn’t matter. Not when he touched you like this, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks and his tongue battling for dominance over yours.

He backed away from you, licking his lips.

“Fuck… I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry”, he apologized and rested his body against the kitchen counter.

“What do you mean?”, you frowned your eyebrows. Was he being serious right now?

“It’d mess things up…if we go further. Shit, this on its own could make everything awkward...”

“What if…what if we just don’t think about the consequences? You want me, and I obviously want you”, you suggested. You didn’t want to think, not now. You didn’t want your growing lust for Luke to go to waste. It would be a shame if it did.

“Are you..sure?”, he scratched the back of his head.

“Yes”

“Okay”, he let out a low chuckle and took a step closer to you, studying your lips in the meantime. 

“Luke?”, you looked into his eyes as you spoke.

“Yeah?”, he bored his blue eyes into yours, and placed his hands on your waist, tugging you closer to him.

“Just fuckin’ kiss me already”

“Thought you’d never ask”, he whispered, his voice perfectly husky and seducing. His plump lips found their place on yours and you swore you had never kissed someone like him before. His lips moved swiftly, hungrily against yours.

You tugged his shirt, wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible. 

“Luke?”, you asked, out of breath.

“Yeah?”, he wiped his mouth with his hand, and you couldn’t help but stare at the man’s mouth. The mouth that you wanted to do incredible things to you.

“What are we doing?”.

“What do you want to do princess?”, his voice was heavy, and hoarse. And so god-damn sexy. He moved a few stray hairs out of your face.

“Fuck…”, you cursed.

“...me?”, Luke smirked.

You were totally gone off the rails, so whipped for him, there was no going back now.

“Actually, yeah”, you decided to toss logic aside, and once again, Luke placed his lips hungrily on yours. You kissed him back passionately and he grabbed your ass under your skirt. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and felt the need to do such things to Luke you could never say out loud. 

“Jump”, he groaned between the rough yet lustful kisses and you jumped into his lap. He grabbed you by your outer thighs and placed you on the counter. He left wet kisses on your neck, leaving you wondering why you hadn’t done this sooner with him. Maybe it was the fact you had known this man for years, and he had never shown you any sign of interest. But it didn’t matter now, he clearly wanted you.

“Is this okay?”, he reassured you.

“You’re perfect”, you sighed and stared at the beautiful man in front of you. Yes, you had always thought Luke was hot, but this was something else. You loved how soft and assertive he was at the same time. This was dangerous, anyone could see you two. But you liked it this way. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted him. You craved him. You needed him.

His lips found their way back to yours and you bit his lower lip by accident. You felt Luke giggling against your lips, and you couldn’t help but do the same. 

“Can I take this off?”, he asked between the kisses as he was holding the fabric on your shirt. “Please”. And he does, leaving your chest area covered by your black bra. You started to unbutton his shirt and when you were done, he threw the white collar shirt on the floor next to yours. 

Luke traveled kisses from the side of your face to your neck, then to your chest. “Fuck, you’re so hot”, he remarked and you chuckled slightly as a response. Luke kissed you, and you kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You made out for a while until he decided to move the strap of your bra over your shoulder. He placed a few kisses on your shoulder, and you didn’t understand how he did it all this, being this fucking good at everything, but you enjoyed the show. 

“Need to get my fishnets off”, you whimpered under his touch. 

He ripped open your fishnets using his hands, and you swore to yourself you hadn’t seen anything as hot as that. You lifted your body using your hands on the counter so he could take the remains of the stockings off. And when he was done, he nibbled your ear and his heavy breathing made you squirm. 

“Finger me?”, you asked as his lustful ocean eyes stared into yours. “It’d be my pleasure”, he smirked, pushing your lingerie to the side and pushing two fingers into you with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Fuck, you are so wet…so good, Y/N”, he remarked huskily and moved his fingers inside you in swift motion. You widened your legs so he’d get a better entrance. “Mmmmh”, you whimpered, your head tilted back and eyes closed. Luke trailed down kisses from your neck to your chest. You opened your eyes and his lips crashed into yours. 

“Need you to fuck me, Luke”, you whispered into his mouth. “Believe me, I will. Just wanna make you cum first”, he whispered and kissed you. And in under a minute, you were a whimpering mess under his touch, him giving you a smug look. You swore you just saw the stars, no one had ever known your body like him. And it didn’t make any sense, this was the first time being with him. But it didn’t have to make sense, you were now with him and god, he made you feel incredibly good. 

His fingers left your entrance and his lustful dark eyes met yours again. He brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, still holding the eye contact.

”Baby, you taste so good... Fuckin’ incredible”, he mumbled.

”Fuck…”, you whimpered as you were still coming off your high and watching Luke taste you did not help to urge to feel him inside of you. Neither did the fact that you noticed his boner through his dark dress pants. What was this man doing to you?

“Wanna go to my bedroom?”, he suggested, and placed a strand of your hair behind your ear, giving you a small lingering kiss on your collarbone.

“Thought you’d never ask”.

You both grabbed your clothes from the floor and you went upstairs. In the upstairs hallway, Luke couldn’t resist but pin you against the wall, kissing your face like he had never kissed before. You grabbed his erected dick under his dress pants and stroked it slightly above the material, making Luke whimper. “Y/N…”, he started yet couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Mmmh? Tell me?”, you asked as you started to unbuckle his belt.

“Mmmmh, don’t tease me, Y/N”

“That’s bold of you since you started it...”, you pointed out.

“Mmmhhh…fuck, that’s true. Let’s go before I fuck you against this wall and everyone will hear it”, he gave you a quick peck on your lips, leaving you wanting for more. You didn't know Luke could be this smug, but it definitely turned you on.

Luke led you to his bedroom. You placed yourself on his California King, and looked around. You had never been in Luke’s bedroom. A few paintings hung on the dark -painted walls, a vintage record player rested on the dressing table and the TV across the bed covered most of the wall space.

Luke retrieved a condom from his wallet, which was resting on his night-stand and pulled down both his pants and boxers, revealing his hardened dick. In the meanwhile you got rid of your skirt, and underwear. He placed the condom on and you couldn't help but admire the sight in front of you. Luke tossed both his pants and boxers off to the floor. He placed his body on top of you, kissing you and making the kiss deeper as you slid your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues danced together and your anticipation for the following grew, even though you had gone through your high already. But maybe, just maybe, he could make you come twice. His lips parted from yours, and he looked into your eyes, his fingers traveling along your lips.

“You’re so damn beautiful”. 

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful too”, you answered, your need for him growing.

“You ready?”.  You nodded and he slipped into you slowly as you kissed his neck. You detached your lips from his neck and tugged his hair, your hands exploring the softness of his curls. A few moans escaped from both of your mouths. How could he make moaning sound so damn good? 

“Please keep on going”.

"Was planning on doing so, princess".

He thrusted into you, and your walls clenched against him. You saw him biting his lip, his eyes wide open, clearly enjoying the view of you. “Fuck, you are perfect. So tight around me.... So good”, he praised.

This would probably never happen again, so you decided to make the most of it.

You met his lips in a kiss and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, his own meeting with yours. His thrusts became quicker and you both moaned of pleasure. Your hands had moved to his upper back, your nails scratching the warm skin.

And when you both came undone, you cleaned yourselves up and laid in his bed. You both stared at the bedroom ceiling. Luke had asked you to stay, which had surprised you. 

“I held myself back when you kissed me in the game”, the blonde confessed. You looked at Luke, whose left arm was leaning against the back of his head. Only now you noticed his bird tattoo on his bicep. You couldn’t see it properly in the dim lightning, but you were guessing it was a hummingbird. To be honest, there probably were a lot of things you didn’t know about him.

“Did you?”, you asked in a rather suggestive voice, and turned your body towards him under the covers.

“Well, yeah, have you seen yourself? Fuckin’ beautiful. I wanted to rip those fishnets off you the moment I saw you in them”, he chuckled and his eyes met yours.

You couldn’t help but feel flustered. Luke Hemmings, of all the people in the world, thought you were…beautiful?

“In that case, I’m happy I decided to wear them”, you giggled.

“I can buy you a new pair of fishnets”, he offered.

“You really don’t need to do that”.

“If that gives me an excuse to see you, then I’d like to”, you saw an endearing smile appear on his face.

“What if you break them too?”, you chuckled, not that you wouldn’t mind him doing that.

“Then I’d have another excuse to see you again”, he reasoned, and shuffled closer to you. You didn’t know if it was still the alcohol clouding your judgement, but you liked him. Maybe a bit more than you wanted to. 

“Seems like you want it to be a pattern”, you suggested.

“Well, if it makes you scream like earlier…”, he smirked and took you in his arms, your face squished against his warm and toned chest. “Luke!”, you screamed into his chest.

“Hush hush now, everyone is asleep”, he kissed the top of your head, and chuckled.

“Sorry”, you giggled and wrapped your hand around his waist, snuggling closer to him. Your face rested against his chest, and he stroked your hair gently.

"Good night beautiful", he reached for your lips and planted a small kiss on them, then turning off the bedside lamp. "Good night, Luke".

—❦

“Quit starin’ at me princess”, Luke spoke with his eyes closed as you lied with him in his enormous California King bed. 

“I can’t, you’re way too pretty”, you played with his curls, both of your naked bodies under the same duvet.

You had been awake for a while now, mainly going over the memories of last night. Luke’s lips pressed against yours, his hands grabbing the sides of your body, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he was inside of you.  You had contemplated leaving Luke’s house, but you didn’t want to do it to Luke. And the change in Luke’s behavior towards you made you question his motives. He even let you sleep in his bed, and didn’t want you to leave to your room. Did he actually like your company? Or was he just lonely?

You removed your hand from his set of curls, and wondered what it must be like to be that beautiful. It was unfair how good-looking he was.

“Talk to me about pretty, huh?”, he opened up his eyes and scanned your face. “Hush”, you gave him a deadly glare and he grinned back at you.

“Tell me when did you get so freaking hot?”, you asked him.

“Haven’t I always been?”, he winked and readjusted the pillows on the bed, his face and body now towards yours. 

“Yeah, but I mean…like this hot. Ridiculously hot. So hot I want to jump into your lap”

“Now you’re just makin’ a fool out of me”

“Am not! I promise”, you exclaimed. “I swear when I saw you last night, something happened inside of me. This lust, I guess…I don’t know what the hell it was”

“Well, thank you. Good to hear I don’t look like an absolute knobhead”, he rolled his eyes, and letting out a chuckle.

“And he’s funny too”, you giggled.

“C’mere”, he motioned you into his embrace and you laid there for a moment in silence, taking in the moment. This silence felt comfortable in some odd way. His fingers brushed gently against yours, moving to cup your face, his mouth telling you compliments you never expected to come from his mouth. You’re gorgeous. Your eyes are pretty as hell. I like cuddling you. You smiled back at him, not really knowing what to answer.

“So this wasn’t a one time thing?”, you decided to break the newly founded silence.

“Nope. If that’s okay with you?”, Luke searched for your approval from your softened eyes, and you gave him that. “More than okay”, you smiled. You looked for something in his eyes. Maybe a hidden truth. You were his friend, but you didn’t know him truly. You did not really have an idea who he was deep in his core. But your instinct told you to find out.

"Good. Did you actually like my Halloween costume or were you just being polite?", Luke hummed, and placed his head into the crook of your neck.

"I thought you looked hot. And so dreamy... So yes Luke, I liked it", you beamed, and pecked his lips. "A lot", you added and caressed his pretty curly hair.

"You were a pretty dreamy Ginny yourself", he placed his mouth on your neck, sucking on the skin slightly, then placing a few sloppy kisses on your jawline. His breath started to become noticeably heavier, and you giggled, "Luke Hemmings, you are one hell of a guy".

After a while of lounging around with Luke, you both decided to do your morning rituals and throw some clothes on. Yeah, you might have hooked up with him again, only in the shower this time, and you felt as if you couldn't keep your hands off the blonde.

You and Luke had decided to go downstairs and cook something for breakfast, and now you waited for him to come out of the bathroom. Luke opened up the bathroom door attached to his bedroom, and you studied his features.

You couldn’t help but smile as he was humming some song you had never even heard of. He had a habit of doing that, making you smile. Or at least that was what he had been doing the past hours. And last night, obviously. He was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants, which made you drool over him, and a black AC/DC t-shirt. He had also offered you an oversized band t-shirt to wear since your own shirt was a bit uncomfortable to wear. So now you were standing in front of Luke, wearing his oversized t-shirt and barely visible black skirt. You would have never guessed that something like this could actually happen.

“Ready?”, he asked, and you nodded. You were waiting for him to open the door, until he decided to turn around and he grabbed your face into his hands. He pressed a delicate and endearing kiss on your lips.

“Actually, now we’re ready”, he chuckled and finally opened the door. “You dork”, you giggled, the taste of his toothpaste lingering on your lips.

“No one should be up, it’s barely 9am”, Luke commented as you were walking down the stairs. “Yeah, there’s not a chance anyone’s up yet”, you agreed with him and you both walked into the kitchen, only to discover every single person that had stayed at Luke's sitting by the kitchen table. 

“Good morning, Luke and Y/N”, Crystal greeted you two, to which both you and Luke responded.

Luke offered you a glass of water with a side of lemon and ice, after he had convinced you of how the drink makes a great hangover cure. You and Luke found yourself seats by the kitchen table, next to each other since they were the only ones not taken.

"Luke? Y/N?" Ashton opened his mouth.

“We fuckin’ heard you last night”,  Ashton remarked as both you and Luke were caught up in your own worlds. And then you made sense of what Ashton had just said.

...Oh my god, had they really heard all…that? 

Your best friend was sitting next to Ashton, and they were giggling with Ashton’s arm resting behind their chair.

You hadn’t talked this through with Luke. Shit, shit, shit. You hadn’t really even thought about if anyone had heard you last night.

“Oh you are speechless now, is that it?” Ashton giggled, making your friend, Michael, Crystal, Calum and Brandy laugh too.

“We really hope you Luke cleaned up the kitchen afterwards”, Crystal commented. “Just saying”, she added and gave a quick peck to Michael. Michael chuckled, and took turns looking at you, and then Luke.

“I did, don’t you worry about it Crys”, Luke scratched the back of his head, obviously feeling awkward as hell. You cleared your throat, wishing to be anywhere else than being questioned about your little rendezvous with Luke last night.

“And you used a condom?” Ashton asked, making Luke groan. “Of course, you fuckin’ moron”.

“Okaaaay, should we change the subject? Us having sex isn’t the most exciting topic”, you chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Even the handsome blonde beside you.

“It definitely did sound exciting last night…All the screams and objects fallin’ to the floor, all Y/N’s whimpers and Luke’s -”, Ashton remarked, but was soon interrupted by an annoyed Luke.

“Okay okay, we get it. We were a bit loud. But let’s move on, please”, Luke groaned. 

"I want to hear more details though... Were the kitchen and Luke's bedroom the only places you had sex in?", your best friend took apart in the conversation, grinning from ear to ear. Y/B/F/N had to be kidding. And were the walls of Luke's house made of paper? "Yes", you answered in turn, trying to sound as convincing as you could. They didn't need to know about the shower session an hour ago.

”It was no wonder you ended up sleeping together, I mean you were drooling over each other the whole night”, Michael continued, and chuckled.

”You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me right now”, Luke cursed, obviously wanting the conversation topic to change sooner than later.

“Calm down, Hemmings”, Calum chuckled, earning a side eye from you and a deadly glare from Luke. “Okay, okay, I won’t say anythin’ next time”, Calum put his hands up in defense and grinned awkwardly. 

You looked at Luke only to discover him looking at you, a small smile creeping upon his pretty pink lips. Next time.

a/n: hey please do share your thoughts on the gifs, did they disturb your reading experience? i’d love to know, ty! 🤍

© 2023 bloodhoundluke.

[honeybear-yammy]

hey!! i was wondering if you could do a friends to lovers damon salvatore x non-binary (or just gender neutral) reader where the reader has feelings for damon but doesn't tell him bc they don't feel like they could ever match up to elena? and there's this big dramatic confession and everything?

Never A Competition | Damon Salvatore

Warnings: cursing, a little angst, self-doubt, self-comparing, love confession, friends to lovers, fluff.

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Non-Binary Reader

Summary: In which Y/N wants to tell Damon how they feel but, their scared that they could never be what Elena was to Damon but, little do they know, Damon feels the exact same way for them.

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You parked my car in front of the Salvatore Boarding house. Damon had invited you to come over to hang out with him. Damon and you had been friends since the beginning. You were the first human that he trusted with his vampire secret. Even before Elena. Yet, you still felt like Elena was better than you. You had always felt like that. And you always thought that Damon had liked Elena more than he liked you, even though he had never said anything before.

But, when Damon called you and asked you to come over to hang out today, you had decided that today was the day that you were going to tell Damon your feelings for him. You have had a crush on Damon for as long as you can remember but, when he started dating Elena, you thought that you'd never have a chance since Elena seemed so perfect. But, when Elena and Damon had broken up over a year ago, you started thinking that maybe you did have a chance with him. Maybe there was a chance that he wanted you more than he ever wanted Elena.

You got out of your cat before locking your car. You walked up to the boarding house and looked around until you found Damon sitting in the den. "Hey, there you are." You said with a smile as you walked over and sat on the sofa. Damon was sitting there with a glass of bourbon in his hand. "Yeah, here I am- wait.. Y/N, are you okay?" He asked softly. You had been thinking about how to tell Damon how you felt about him but, every time you tried to think about what so say to him, you always started comparing yourself to Elena. Your gaze left his and landed on the wood floor in front of you.

"I'm fine." You said quietly. Damon corked a brow and put his glass down on the end table beside him before getting up out of his chair and coming to sit next to you on the couch. "Hey, whatever it is, you can tell me. You know that right?" He said. "I told you I'm fine. There's nothing wrong." You said. "I know when you're lying Y/N so, please drop the act and just tell me what's wrong." He said. "Well, you must be wrong this time because I am not lying about anything. I told you I am fine, so I am fine. Let's just talk about something else." You said feeling all of your emotions come up inside of you.

"I'm not dropping this until you tell me what's wrong, Y/N." Damon said as he put a hand on your shoulder. You couldn't hold your emotions in any longer. You had been trying to hide your emotions from him for years and finally, you couldn't hold them back anymore. Before you could even say anything, you started crying. "Look, I like you, okay! I- honestly it's more than like, if I'm being honest, I'm in love with you Damon! I have for a long time now and I've wanted to tell you for so many fucking years but, I just couldn't. I was so scared of what would happen if I did." You sniffled before continuing.

"And then when you started dating Elena I thought that it was over for me and I felt like that all the years that you and Elena had dated. And don't get me wrong I was happy for both of you but, I also couldn't help but be so jealous. I was so jealous of her. It seemed like she already had everything and then she got to have the man of my dreams? It just didn't seem fair. But, then you and Elena broke up and I thought that maybe, just maybe I had a chance with you but, I just- I couldn't help but compare myself to the perfect Elena Gilbert." You ranted as you cried before you went silent. Damon sat there and looked at you and he was kind of shocked.

"I just thought that... I couldn't compare to her. That she was better than me. And that since she was so much better than me that you deserved better than me.." You sighed and sniffled. "I could never give you what she gave you..." You whispered. Before you could do or say anything else, Damon pulled you into his lap and hugged you. You gasped a little at the new contact but, you didn't fight it. "Listen, none of that is true." He said softly. "You don't need to compare yourself to Elena, okay? You are amazing and perfect. I mean yeah, I was happy with Elena for a time but, now I realize she isn't who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with." He said. You looked up at him and sniffled.

"Then who do you want to spend the right of your life with?" You asked quietly. Damon smiled before chuckling a little. "You don't know who it is?" He asked. You just shook your head slowly. "Well silly... it's you." He said. You looked at him in shock before sitting up right in his lap. "Wait.. it's me?" You asked confused. "Yeah, it is. I feel the exact same way about you." Damon said with a smile. You began to smile when you realized what was happening. "So... does this mean that.. you love me?" You asked with a smile. He smiled more. "Yeah, I do. More than anything." He said. You ended up grinning from ear to ear before you gently pulled him into a soft, loving kiss.

Today ended up being a way better day then you thought it was going to be. You no longer were comparing yourself to Elena. You weren't stressing out about Damon. You finally got to tell Damon how you've felt about him for so many years and, you found out that he's just as much in love with you as you are with him. Nothing could make this day even better than it already was.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[roeza]

T.V.B.W.C 6.5

first off four of Holly Bels kids aged up

so, i gave them makeovers.

here is April

I Wonder who she was inspired by.

Man i loved that game when I was 13

she's also a hot head btw

here's Daxton

it's one of the worst makeovers I've ever done

Oh, grate now Noha is infected.

next Alfredo

it's one of the best makeovers I've ever done.

also went to edit the final sibling and

he looks like he is stuck in a awful conversation but he has to act like he's enjoying it.

like on the inside has screaming but on the outside he has to smile.

and Finally Beckett

so the reason Beckett and Alfredo have similar styles is because i thought they where twins but looking back on it now

I don't think they were.

but I'm too lazy to change it so pff

oh also i came up with a lore reason for why Akito cannot become a vampire,

well i feel like it's pretty obvious all the vampires are not vampires and actually demons.

so if Akito can't become a vampire/demon, he must an Angel.

so he and Angel.

ya

oh also Akito aged up meaning!

Lucifer, Michael and Akito Aged up and out

so Proud of Them

also 4 more of Adams kids aged up

so we get to deal with that now.

so there is no way Avis can take care of 3 infants without Lucifer so i got a butler

and

she's female Place your bets on how long it takes for Avis to sleep with her.

I gave Adam's Daughter Tess a Makeover

this is also one of the best makeovers I've ever done.

man, she really is pretty.

oh god Haven is infected

I gave Adam's Daughter Arjuna a makeover

i gave Adam's other Daughter Amina a makeover

and finally i gave Adam's Son Ian a Makeover

so we had a small house Party and willow was there and i asked her if she was going to have more kids and she said her, and Jared would discuss it later.

she's going to have more kids!!!

yes

with Jared

ugh Jared.

but she's having more kids.

im so happy

so, Avis has a new girl and we we're takeing her out to dinner an her daughter showed up and now there have a soon to be family dinner

Marcell and Marcelline Aged up

Avis an Saya went on date

and had their first kiss

awww Look at Avis and Marcy

you know I think Avis really likes Marcy

he's done all this cute stuff on his own.

so we whet out for the kids birthdays so that way Avis doesn't have to make cake.

we invited willow and i think she's pregnant

oh and i invited Araceli too but she continues to disappoint me.

okay so thing got Crazy after this picture was taken

so when Haven was ageing Avis went Batshit Drank from the new Girlfriend

i got a pic of this but nothing else

then as Luka was ageing up she was just passed out on the floor behind him and the hole restraint staff was terrified.

then as Ezra was ageing up everyone when crazy again because it's like 1:31 AM everyone got possessed by the mother and started Tweaking out.

and because Noha was infected by the mother we had to wait 3 hours for him to be okay again so he could age up

oh no oh no that's not good

that shit better not start taking over the house.

Haven, Ezra, Luka and Noah Moved out

And I'm going to end it here cause I have a felling the next post will be wild.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Bagels and Bites

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Synopsis: Sebastian likes to flirt with you in interviews

Masterlist

It all started when you met him on The Late Late Show.

“How are you all feeling tonight?” James asked you and Sebastian Stan as you sat on the guest couch.

“I’m excited.” You beamed as Sebastian rested his arm on the couch behind you.

“So am I. We should probably talk about this later,” Sebastian smiled directly at you, “but we’ve been wanting to meet each other for a long time.”

“Have you?” James chuckled.

“No.” You laughed and playfully hit Sebastian in the chest. “We had one interaction on Twitter and he thinks there’s something between us.”

“It was a very flirty interaction.” Sebastian clarified. “There were sparks flying all over those tweets.”

“So this is your first time actually meeting?” James asked. “Even though you’re in the marvel movies together?”

“It’s weird. I haven’t met half the cast.” You shrugged. “I’ll meet everyone else once the press tour starts but so far I’ve only met the people I’ve filmed with. Just Chris, and Chris, and um, oh yeah. Chris.”

You looked down and smiled to yourself when you heard Sebastian laughing at your joke. Even though you’d never met him, you’d always liked him. It was a well known secret on the Internet that you were his celebrity crush, since he was so inclined on bringing it up in almost every interview of his. Being face to face for the first time now, you were feeling a little intoxicated from his charm. Well, his charm and the white wine you’d been sipping on.

“I hope they stop putting me with Mackie and start putting me with Y/n once this press tour starts.” Sebastian said after taking a sip of his wine. “I love him but I can’t keep babysitting him at 8 in the morning. I’d like to wake up to someone who looks a little more like this one.”

“I know what you mean.” You agreed. “He would show up to set every morning all ready to go and I’m like dude, give me a few hours for my personality to arrive.”

“I was so mad that he got to film with you and I didn’t.” Sebastian shook his head. “We finally get cast in a movie together and we’re never in the same scene.”

“Well,” you put your hand on his knee and patted it, “we’re meeting now. Lucky you.”

“Yeah.” He smirked at you. “Lucky me.”

“Now, Sebastian.” James reminded you both that he was there. “I heard a rumor that you have a little crush on Y/n.”

“Well, I try not to pay attention to rumors.” Sebastian waved his hand. “But that ones pretty accurate.”

“Oh my God.” You put your hand over your heart, which was about to beat out of your chest, and laughed.

“It’s true. I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, but I feel like I’ve seen you all my life. And here you are in person and you look so great.” Sebastian said through a shy smile. You laughed in shock at his compliment and looked down at your lap.

“You’re fully going for it.” James laughed at how bold Sebastian was being.

“You’re not being a very good wingman.” You teased James as you took a long sip of your drink. The more alcohol you had in you, the easier it would be to flirt with the incredible attractive man next to you.

“I was never known for that.” James agreed. “But I heard your brother is a pretty good one, isn’t he?”

“Oh My God.” You groaned, knowing exactly what James was referring to. “He’s not.”

“What happened?” Sebastian wondered, never taking his eyes off you.

“I took my brother to the Oscars with me last year and we happened to be sitting next to Jake Gyllenhaal.” You explained. “And the whole night, he’s telling Jake about how I used to be in love with him when I was a kid. If there weren’t a bunch of cameras around us, I would’ve rung his neck.”

“So I’m assuming you and Jake aren’t the next celebrity power couple?” James teased.

“We are not.” You shook your head. “I can confidently say that I was still single.”

“I was just gonna and say, there’s still hope for us.” Sebastian gestured between the two of you. You opened your mouth in shock before biting down on your tongue. You playfully hit Sebastian again, signally that you were just as interested as he was.

“You’re really going for it.” James pointed out. “I must say, wow.”

“Why not?” Sebastian grinned. “This is the time.”

“You are pretty cute, I just wanna say.” You flirted back for the hell of it. Sebastian laughed in surprise before covering his face with his hands. You laughed as well as he hunched over to hide his face.

“He’s actually gone red now!” James pointed at him. “He was so sure of himself and now he’s all red.”

“Leave him alone.” You pouted as you rubbed Sebastians back. Sebastian sat back up and rubbed his face with his hands.

“Yeah.” Sebastian said assertively as he wrapped an arm around you. “Leave me alone. I’m trying to flirt here.”

“How would you ask her on a date, then?” James asked. “Since you’re so in love with her.”

“Like this.” Sebastian said as he turned to you “Ce faci?”

“Would you bite me in the neck?” You asked, catching him completely off guard. He took his arm away and laughed in shock at your words.

“Oh my God.” He chuckled as he looked around in embarrassment. Suddenly, he turned back to you and cupped one side of your face, tilting your neck slightly with his hand. He bit down on your exposed neck, making the audience erupt in a series of laughter and gasps. You giggled when you felt his scruff tickling your neck and made no effort to push him off.

“He actually did it.” James looked at the audience to see if they were seeing what he was.

“She asked me to.” Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully. His arm was still around you and neither of you wanted it off.

“It was a hypothetical but I guess I know my answer.” You shrugged as you leaned back on the couch.

“Why would you ask him that?” James wondered.

“Like a vampire.” You explained. “Aren’t vampires from Romania?”

“That’s Transylvania.” Sebastian smiled fondly at you.

“Oh.” You realized. “I still liked it.”

“I’ll do it again later.” Sebastian shrugged, making your hide your face in embarrassment.

“Promise?” You said suddenly as you put your hand back on his knee. It was Sebastians turn to be baffled as he put his free hand on tops of yours.

“Darling.” He choked out, too stunned to form a full sentence.

“This has been an intense experience.” James fans himself with his cards. “What will the two of you do after the show?”

“I’ll probably go home, order a pizza, and pass out while watching all of Sebastian’s episodes of Once Upon a Time.” You joked.

“I was going to do the exact same thing.” Sebastian nodded. “Right after I got a job as a pizza delivery boy so I can go to Y/n’s house.”

“Or you could just come over.” You shrugged, making Sebastian blush.

“I like that idea too.” Sebastian replied.

“I’m trying to imagine what the poor pizza delivery boy is gonna see when he arrives at Y/n’s house later.” James grimaced, making the audience laugh.

“I know, right? They open the door and this is what the get.” Sebastian gestured to you. “It’s you. How lucky they are.”

You leaned into him as you laughed, the alcohol making you feel bolder than usual. You’d never be this flirty with a man you’d just met, but he made it too easy.

The rest of the interview continued in a similar fashion, with you and Sebastian unapologetically flirting with each other every chance you got. By the end of the interview, you were so close that your knees were touching. When it came time to say goodbye, you felt an unexpected pane of sadness.

“Well, thank you both for coming on the show tonight.” James smiled. “I hope I’ll be invited to the wedding.”

“You will. And I wanted to thank you. For this.” Sebastian said as he slipped his fingers through yours and held up your hands. You beamed and squeezed his hand, fully tipsy now the the interview was over.

After thanking James and drinking another glass of wine, you drunkenly pulled Sebastian off the couch.

“Come in the photo booth with me.” You giggled as you tugged him by the hand towards the booth.

“Okay.” He grinned as he climbed inside. He pulled you into his lap and pressed the button before wrapping his arms around your waist. The pictures began to snap away and you posed for all of them. For the first, you just held each other close and smiled. For the second, he leaned up to kiss your cheek. And for the third, he took another bite of your neck.

“That tickles.” You giggled as the camera flashed.

“Good.” He smirked against your skin before pressing a kiss there.

“Stick your tongue out.” You told him, and he obliged. You licked his tongue as the fourth picture was taken, capturing the drunken moment. The fifth flash went off right as Sebastian connected your lips to his. You continued to kiss him, tasting the alcohol on his lips and tongue.

“Oh my God.” You pulled away suddenly. “I have to pee.”

You got off his lap and ran to the restroom, leaving him alone in the photo booth.

The next time you saw Sebastian, neither of you brought the kiss up. Whether you thought the other was too drunk to remember or you were simply too embarrassed to bring it up, it was not mentioned.

The flirting, however, the flirting continued.

~

“What would you like to see for your characters in the next movies?” The journalist asked you and Sebastian as you sat together in a press junket.

“For our characters specifically, I’d like to see some graphic love making.” Sebastian said seriously. “I think that that’s something the movies have been lacking.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed and shook your head. “Me too, actually. I think it would be really in character and important to the plot.”

“How would that benefit the plot?” The journalist asked.

“It’s simple. I would just change my name to “the plot” and bam.” Sebastian clapped his hands. “I’m benefited.”

“He’s such a flirt.” You said as you rested your elbow on his shoulder. “Can you believe him?”

“I can’t.” The journalist chuckled.

“You know what I’d like to see? Some method acting. Why can’t you be as quiet as Bucky?” You teased Sebastian as you flicked his ear.

“How would I tell you how pretty you are if I wasn’t speaking?” He flirted back.

“This is what I have to put up with.” You shook your head as looked at the camera. “What about you? What do you want to see from our characters?”

“I would like to see Bucky do the knife trick some more.” The journalist answered you.

“What knife trick?” You wondered.

“It’s the thing he does when he flips his knife around and stabs people.” Sebastian explained as he moved his hand in a circle. “It took me forever to learn.”

“Wait, I wanna see it.” You smiled excitedly and turned to him.

“No, no.” He wagged his finger at you. “I’m not doing the knife trick.”

“Please?” You pouted. “For me?”

“All right, all right.” Sebastian broke into a grin. “I’m only doing this because you asked nicely.”

The journalist handed him a pen and he easily flipped it around and caught it before making a stabbing motion. You let out a gasp and stared at him in shock for a long time.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you.

“I wanna to fuck you, that’s what’s wrong.” You replied. “Can you do it again?”

Sebastian laughed at your joke as his face heated up. He knew that was just the way you two liked to tease each other, but it didn’t mean it didn’t make him smile.

“I’ll do it again.” He nodded as picked the pen back up. “Anything for you.”

~

On a day where the interviews ended early, you spent the night in Sebastians hotel room, getting drunk on his balcony.

“What about you?” Sebastian asked as he took a sip of his beer. “What was your best kissing scene? I know you’ve kissed some pretty great actors. Might be hard to pick.”

“It’s not. I hate kissing actors.” You grimaced. “It’s not even kissing. It’s just like, limp lips on limp lips. There’s no passion when it’s for a scene. I hate it.”

“Maybe you’re just kissing the wrong actors.” Sebastian shrugged playfully as he gazed at you.

“I don’t think so.” You shook your head. “I’ve never felt anything when kissing another actor. You can’t tell me you do.”

“I do.” He shrugged again. “Its not much, but I wouldn’t say it’s nothing.”

“What? How?” You wondered. “If you kissed me right now, you wouldn’t feel anything. I guarantee it.”

“I think I would.” Sebastian disagreed.

“All right.” You turned your chair a little to face him. “Prove me wrong.”

Sebastian tweaked an eyebrow up before leaning in to kiss you. You kissed him back for a few seconds before pulling away. You looked past him for a minute as you mulled the moment over in your head.

“What’s the matter?” He asked quietly.

“I was incorrect.” You chuckled a little. “I guess I did feel something.”

“I told you you would.” He said smugly. “I knew you’d feel something.”

“How’d you know?” You whined as he basked in the glory of being right.

“Because I felt something the last time we kissed.” He said simply. “And I knew you did too.”

“I didn’t realize you remembered that.” You smirked before talking a sip from his beer.

“Course I do.” He replied. “I think about that night all the time. It was the start of a beautiful, sexually frustrating friendship.”

“Oh, I’m sexually frustrating?” You laughed. “Try being your friend. It’s hard to look at you, really.”

“That’s not how I feel about you.” He smiled a little. “I really, really like looking at you.”

“I like you too.” You smiled back.

“That’s not what I said.” He teased. You dropped your jaw and stole his beer again, taking a long sip as you held eye contact.

“It’s what you meant.” You stuck your tongue out at him. You sat in comfortable silence for a minute, listening to the chirps of the crickets as a warm breeze wafted through the air.

“The press tour is ending soon.” You said quietly as you adverted your eyes. “Tomorrow’s the premier. Then, it’s all over.”

“I know.” He said softly. You looked at him and gave him a sad smile, to which he returned.

“We won’t get to see each other every day anymore.” You pointed out.

“Then we better make tomorrow count.” He said simply. He knew what you were implying, that there was no point in starting something when you’d both been going home soon, but he didn’t want to think about that. He just wanted to enjoy his last few days with you.

“Yeah.” You smiled sadly and looked away again. “We better.”

~

The following night at the premier, you felt an overwhelming sadness knowing that it was all ending. You loved the weeks you’d spent goofing off with Sebastian, even if it never led to a real relationship. It still meant something to you, and you hoped it meant something to him.

To counteract your sadness, you sat with Chris Evans at the bar and let him distract you. After spending a minute with him, you were feeling drunk and ready to find Sebastian. You spotted him on the red carpet, fixed your dress, and went up to him.

“Hi.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You smiled up at him as he wrapped an arm around you, taking an usually loud whiff of his cologne.

“Hey.” He chuckled as he patted your back. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good.” You said as you swayed a little. “Question, is there alcohol in a Shirley Temple? Because I feel like I’ve had alcohol.”

“There is.” He laughed again and steadied you. “Did you know that?”

“Nope.” You sniffed him again. “You smell good.”

“Oh no.” He smiled as your behavior. “How many did you have?”

“I was having a contest with Evans to see who could drink more. I had like 5.” You bragged as you almost fell over.

“Oh dear.” He quickly caught you. “You’re staying with me tonight. I don’t trust drunk you.”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to babysit me.” You waved your hand and tried to walk away. You instantly stumbled and neatly fell, but Sebastian wrapped his arms around you and caught you.

“I think I do.” He chuckled as you put you on your feet. “Come on. You’re sticking with me.”

~

The next morning, you woke up with a throbbing headache. Not feeling the strength to sit up, you opened a single eye and looked around. You were definitely not in your own room, but you recognized who’s room you were in.

“Good morning.” Sebastians voice was usually loud, making you wince.

“Oh God.” You groaned as you sat up. You groggily opened your eyes as Sebastian handed you a cup of coffee.

“Here.” He smiled shyly. “How’s the head?”

“The head is in pain.” You groaned. “So is the rest of the body.”

“Here. Drink this.” He held out a glass of water and some Advil. “And take these.”

“Thanks.” You smiled sheepishly as you accepted his offerings.

“Did you at least win the drinking contest?” He asked as he took a seat on the bed. You took a long sip of water and swallowed the pills before answering his questions.

“I did.” You nodded. “But at what cost?”

“You’ll start to feel better once you get some food in you.” Sebastian said as he rubbed your shoulder. You put your hand over his and stared at him, feeling the guilt set in.

“I’m sorry I got drunk.” You mumbled. “I didn’t mean to ruin the last night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Sebastian shook his head. “Trust me, we still had fun. I’m not sure how much you remember though.”

“I remember sitting with you at the premier.” You recalled. “And eating many, many bagels.”

“Yeah, we stopped at a bakery.” He chuckled. “You ate a dozen. I watched it all.”

“Oh God.” You covered your face with your hands. “That’s not how I wanted to spend our last night together.”

“How did you want to spend it together?” He asked quietly.

“Probably in a way that still ended with me waking up in your bed.” You joked like you usually did. “But I could do without the part where you watched me eat 12 bagels.”

“What do you mean?” He grinned. “That was the best part.”

“How’d I end up in your bed anyway?” You asked before taking another sip of coffee.

“You threw your key card at a seagull who was eyeing your bagel.” He explained. “You couldn’t get into your room so I let your crash in mine.”

You looked around the room and saw his pull out couch was topped with pillows and sheets, evidence of him sleeping there.

“Did you sleep on the pull out?” You pointed to it in disbelief.

“Of course I did.” He shrugged.

“Such a gentleman.” You scrunched your nose at him before finishing the coffee.

“Basic human decency is not exactly being a gentleman.” He pointed out.

“Maybe not.” You agreed. “But you still are one. You prove that to me everyday.”

“That must be why you like me so much.” He teased.

“Must be.” You dished it right back. Sebastians smile fell suddenly as he got a serious look on his face.

“I think you and I need to have a talk.” He said softly.

“Oh God.” You feared. “Did I puke on you last night?”

“No.” He chuckled. “It’s not about last night.”

“Then what’s it about?”

“As much as I love flirting with you, and I do, I think you should know it’s not just a joke to me.” He began. “And I wanted to know if it was just a joke to you or if-“

“It’s not.” You said a little too quickly, which made him smile. “I...I like you. A lot, actually. One might even call it love.”

Upon hearing this, Sebastian leaned forward to kiss you. You held a hand to stop him and gave him an apologetic look.

“I wouldn’t.” You grimaced. “My morning breath is-“

“-something I could get used to.” He cut you off before going in for the kiss. You immediately kissed him back, pulling him by his shirt to have him closer. He climbed over you as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I don’t care if its our last day.” He mumbled against your lips. “I want to do this for real. I wanna be with you.”

You kissed him back to tell him you felt the same way, not trusting yourself to say something smooth in the heat of the moment.

“Wait.” You pushed him back suddenly and held him away from you.

“Whats wrong?” He asked as he hovered over you.

“Can we get bagels after this?” You asked seriously before breaking into a smile.

“I seriously can’t stand you.” He said before leaning down to kiss you again. “You’re lucky I love you because I don’t like you at all.”

“12 wasn’t enough.” You giggled between kisses. “I need more. I crave them. I crave the yeast.”

Sebastian stopped kissing you for a moment and looked at you with a fond expression. You stared back at him as a content smile tugged at your lips. The flirting had finally lead to something more and neither of you could be happier.

“You know, you might actually be more annoying than Mackie.” He teased you before leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Shut up.” You laughed. “Shut up and bite me in the neck.”

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Kanato Sakamaki- I’m Sadistic For You

FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTS DIABOLIK LOVERS CONTENT AAAAHHH THANK YOU BESTIE! I GOT YOUR OTHER ONE AND I’M DOING IT TOO!  

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So ANON ASKS

For Kanato from DL ( I haven’t seen much done for him and it makes me sad because he’s a favorite ). (: I could Lowkey do some more if you’re not super bogged down I had another idea BUT I ALREADY SUBMITED ANOTHER BEFORE THIS SO IM NOT GONNA OVERWHELM YOU LOL but- anyway Fee free to be as nsfw with my prompts (if you do them) as you want. I dont have any triggers so- writing them super accurate and sadistic won’t bother me :3

Bruh....Jesus is my helmet...but NOT TODAY let’s fucking go! Okay readers, you heard, they aint got no triggers. So if you do...move it along.

52- “You can’t call me cute!”

80- “Shut up! I’m not blushing!”

31-“You need to be taught a lesson…”

81- “You look so...inviting all tied up.”

84- “What’s the word I’m looking for?....Pet!”

Also in this you and Yui are BFFs because she isn’t some cold hearted bitch (homegirl trips over oxygen, plus I love her lol)

I was legit about to have him spit in your mouth....I’m so shameful...maybe next time.

Leggo!

I’m turning into a Yandere account and I am totally okay with that.

...

“You know living here isn’t that bad.” you mused to Yui. “When no one is talking.”

Your friend laughed as she cut up some carrots. Yui turned to look at you as she prepare to peel some potatoes. “So living here is terrible every day other than right now?” she replied.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. 

You and Yui were making dinner for the house. After a ambush that landed everyone injured except you and her (thankfully). You had offered to make soup and stew for everyone. They were all in their respective rooms healing while you had prepared everything.

“They really fought hard today, I thought Kanato was about to rip that vampires jaw off. He’s really protective of you, Y/N.” she winked. “I think he likes you more than he lets on.” 

Kanato and you had a very strange relationship. He hated you, but he didn’t HATE you. No one could lay a finger on you, no one could even look at you, even if he said he didn’t care. Reiji tried to and Kanato almost murdered him.

“He then told me that Teddy said I was ugly.” you reminded her flatly. “Yeah he so cares.” you snorted.

“Maybe he has trouble telling you his feelings”

“I wish everyone was as optimistic as you.” you shook your head. “Looks like the soup is finished.” 

“I’m just saying Y/N, just think about it.”

...

You only had one bowl of soup left to deliver, to Kanato’s room. You grumbled as you stood outside the door. 

“Kanato? It’s me.” you knocked on the door. “I’m coming in okay?” 

Before you could wait for an answer you opened the door and walked in with the cart. 

Kanato was laying on his bed when you entered, groaning in what you assumed was boredom.

“Teddy, tell Y/N that I don’t want whatever she made.” Kanato turned away from you. The scars he had suffered on his back said it all. All for you...

Your recalled the terror in your voice as you had screamed for help as the rogue vampire wrapped his claws around your leg. Kanato’s name was the first to escape your lips as you had tried to crawl away to Yui. You remembered reaching out to Kanato with your strongest hand, begging him to save you.

The look in his eyes was feral as he screamed your name too, grabbing you hand and pulling you to him. You were sobbing into his chest, clutching onto him for dear life for a good ten seconds before Yui replaced him, hugging you tightly in her small arms too. Before you knew it, the rogue’s head had been thrown through a window...

...

“Y/N, Look at me! You’re safe now...you’re safe with me...”

...

“Teddy, could you please tell Kanato that while his pouting is very adorable, it won’t get him out of this?”

“Don’t call me cute! You can’t do that.” Kanato glared at you through hooded eyes. “If I wasn’t so weak I’d-”

“Well let me take care of you.” you cut him off, taking the bowl to him. “For me?”

Kanato paused, his glare softening. 

“You must be in love with me if you’re so insistent on me getting better.” he grumbled, sitting up. “Y/N is in love with me Teddy!”

“Kanato.” you felt your face heat up violently. “Don’t say things like that.” you groaned.

“It’s blushing teddy, how cute!”

Kanato’s use of the word ‘it’ wasn’t new to you. In fact when he wasn’t calling you names, chasing you around with forks pretending to stab you, or worse, it was denoting you to objects.

“H-hey! I am not blushing!” you pouted. “My face just looks that way.” you lied. “S-shut up.” you grumbled.

“And what if I don’t feel like it?” he challenged, knowing you wouldn’t say a word back. You were kind of like Yui. You wouldn’t dare challenge any of the Sakamaki brothers. It was a death sentence in every sense of the word.

“Kanato, I just want you to feel better.” you looked down at your feet. 

“There’s one thing you can do.” Kanato used his strength to stand to his feet. Despite his looks, he was tall, and under that cute exterior was a mean and feral beast. He staggered over to you, a sick smile on his face. That couldn’t be good, not by a long shot. 

“And what exactly would that be?” you asked. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t wanna know what he was planning. You were positive that it wasn’t gonna end well either. 

“Get on your knees.”

“My knees?” you repeated. “Why do you want me to-”

“Now Y/N.” he spoke over you. You felt his hand on your shoulder. “I don’t like repeating myself.” his nails dug into your skin, causing your knees to wobble under the pain. “On. Your. Knees!”

Your feet gave out, practically sending you crashing down to the floor. You looked like a dog, on your hands and knees. You appeared weak and pathetic.

You found it in yourself to look up at Kanato. Teddy was perched on the bed, ‘watching’ you two. You felt his fingertips creep under your chin. 

“Aww...” he smiled. “You’re like a little...What’s the word I’m looking for...PET!. It’s cute.” He caressed the side of your face. “Too bad I kill all my pets...they can’t handle me...can you handle me, Pet?”

“Yes, Kanato.” you found yourself saying. You felt like you didn’t have a choice...

and you loved every second of it.

“Bullying you has made me regain my strength! Isn’t this wonderful?” he wrapped one of his hands around your neck. “You’re so fun to torment” he laughed.

“K-kanato.” you coughed.

“Is it hard to breath. Y/N?” he asked sinisterly, that crazed smile gracing his lips. His words were terrifying although his actions said otherwise. He loosened his grip on your throat, allowing air to flow more freely. It was those small things that made you think he didn’t hate you as much as he loved to preach.

“Y/N...when that vampire came...I thought I was gonna lose you for good this time” he said sadly, allowing his arm to return to his side. “I thought I had-...that you were gonna die.” 

“You saved me though.” you replied. Kanato knelt down to your level, still slightly above you. 

“Yeah...because if anyone is gonna break you, it’s gonna be me.”

“I care about you a lot, Kanato.” you finally said it. “I like you too much.” you exposed yourself. “I want you stay by your side.” you said pathetically. “Even if you hate me.”

Before you could say another word, Kanato claimed your lips in a kiss. He held the sides of your face in his hands. It was the first time he had ever kissed you. He hummed thoughtfully, pushing you down to the floor so you were laying on your back. He crawled over you, not breaking the kiss. 

“K-kanato.” you whimpered.

“You need to be taught a lesson. If your gonna be my girlfri- I mean pet, you’ll have to learn.” he kissed down your neck.

Suddenly, Kanato ripped the seam of your jeans all the way up your left leg, leaving it completely exposed to the air.

“Oh look, your clothes are messed up, guess we’ll have to take them off.” he smirked. In another swift motion, your pants were torn to shreds. The fabric fell in a circle around you both.

“Teddy look! Y/N is wearing such cute panties.” he cackled maniacally. “Her naughty place is leaking.”

You trembled, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning.

“I heard blood tastes better when it’s from your naughty place.” he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth. “Y/N” he moaned, running his index finger along your clothed heat. “You smelled so much better here...I just want to- ungh.”

He suddenly drove his fangs into your right thigh. You gasped, arching your back. He violently grabbed your legs, holding them down. His tongue lashed against your freshly made wound. 

You could hear him whimpering, cursing under his breath. 

Kanato would deny it with his life, but everything about you was like a drug to you. Tasting your blood was even sweeter than every dessert he’s ever tasted. Feeling you whimper and plea for him did things to him that would make a sailor blush. 

Forget Yui, forget his brothers, forget it all.

“Fuh-” Kanato couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stop himself from ripping off your panties and driving his tongue into your most sensitive parts. Hearing you moan for him, cry for him. 

The rumors were right, vampires were godly lovers. It was like Kanato knew what you wanted and where. He lashed his tongue against your heat, grabbing your legs. 

“Wrap your legs around my head,” he demanded. “Not like it’s gonna kill me.” he laughed manically. “

Knock knock

“Y/N, are you in there?” Yui’s small voice caused you to panic a little. As you tried to get up, Kanato pushed you right back down, growling into your pussy,

“FUCK!” you whined, making it very obvious what you two were up to. “Kanato, I can’t-”

“Then don’t.” he grunted, not ceasing his movements. “Cum, cum for me.”

“K-KAANAAA!” you cried as you came. You thrashed and writhed under his touch, but he didn’t stop. His tongue never stopped moving. “fuh- fuck! Kanato, t-too much!”

“I said cum for me, I didn’t say I’d stop.” he thrust his fingers into you to add insult to injury. “You’re so fun to fuck with!” he spat.

“Kanato!” you sobbed. You couldn’t stop moving, you couldn’t stop thrashing. Th epleasure had gotten to you so much, you were drooling.

He finally withdrew his mouth from you, smiling evilly at the mess he left.

Kanato had grabbed one of his ties that had left on the floor and bound your wrists together.

“You look so inviting tied up for me...” he shuddered as he bit his lip. He licked his fingers clean of your blood and juices. “Good thing the night is young...because I’m not done with you.”

...

[seospicybin]

DARK RED.

PART I

Chapters: PART II / PART III

Changbin x reader. (s, horror, thriller)

Part I of Seospicy's Halloweeen special. (4k words)

Content warning: Blood.

The house is big enough to host a hundred or so guests, but why are they were hunched up real close to each other is a mystery to you.

You’ve been walking around the house trying to find any scene where you can insert yourself. You walked to the kitchen to refill your plastic cup with a spiked fruit punch that was meant to resemble blood.

Even though your cup was still half full, you took the ladle from the bowl and filled your cup to the brim to make it seem like you were occupied with something which made you seem less pitiful.

You leaned against the counter, eyes looking around the array of people in their Halloween costumes, you didn’t need to know if you knew any one of them, they were already strangers even without their costumes on.

You were about to take another walk around the house when you realized a pair of eyes following you, he smiled when he knew you had been acknowledging his stare on you.

You gave a friendly smile at him, and he took it as an invitation to come over to you.

“I think I’ve never seen you around here before,” he said the moment he stood by next to you, leaning his side against the kitchen counter.

“I rarely go out,” you answered, “actually, it’s the first time I came to a party,” you shyly admitted.

"Where do you live?” He asked with eyes darted back from your chest back to your face.

“I live near the creek, the last house on the left.” You answered.

“The one with the glasshouse?” He asked.

You nodded.

“I’m Changbin, by the way,” he stuck out his hand to you.

You smiled at him then took a little sip of your fruit punch. You almost spat out your drink at him.

The drink tasted like alcohol spiked with fruit punch rather than the opposite. A drop of fruit punch spilled out of the corner of your mouth. He was quick to wipe it with his thumb.

“you looked like a vampire rather than a goddess,” he jokingly said, “I am the Dracula here,” he showed his costume to you.

You giggled in response.

“Let me guess,” he scanned your costume up and down and back to your face, “you must be Aphrodite!”

Changbin missed the dark color of your Grecian dress, yet you stifle a nod at him while wiping down your chin with the back of your hand.

Changbin laughed a victorious laugh for guessing your costume right, “if you wait, I’ll get you something better,” he offered.

You pursed your lips, “Yeah, sure, I’ll wait,” you told him.

“Okay,” he said, “stop drinking it, I’ll be back, don’t go anywhere,” he said again.

“Not even an inch,” he warned again before finally disappearing among the crowd.

You placed your plastic cup back on the counter, a little too hard that the drink sloshing over the cup when someone grabbed you by your shoulder.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he whispered into your ear.

You didn’t need to look over your shoulder to know that it was Chan standing behind you.

“Can you please just stay out of my way?” You asked him.

He sighed in irritation, “find someone else, not him,” he said again, almost like a plead rather than a demand.

You saw Changbin approaching you from a distance with two cups on each hand.

He noticed the agitated expression on your face, he rushed to come to your side, “dude, she is with me,” Changbin said sternly.

You turned your body around to see Chan give you a disappointed look, “Meet me at the lake at midnight,” he said to you.

“Dude, I said; she’s with me,” Changbin snapped at Chan, shielding you with his body this time.

Chan stepped away, slowly engulfed by the crowd before he completely disappeared from your sight.

“What is wrong with him?” Changbin asked you, handing you a cup of drink.

You shook your head, “I don’t know, he suddenly came up to me,” you answered. You looked at the drink he gave you, you recognized from the smell that it’s hard liquor.

“What is it?” You asked him.

“Cola, rum,” he paused to add an effect, “and a little bit of blood,” he said with a scowl.

He clanged his glass with yours, “Cheers!”

He watched as you took a hesitant sip, you could almost taste how much alcohol he poured in it, but you braved yourself and took a swig.

The alcohol burned down your throat, you hissed at the bitter taste it left on your palate.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” He asked, a smirk dancing on his face.

You reluctantly nodded. He finally took a long swig of his drink and finished it in one go.

You looked around the house as people kept filling in the room as if it wasn’t crowded enough, a girl nudged your elbow, causing you to spill your drink, but Changbin was quick to hold you by your wrist.

“I’m sorry, I just-” you looked down at your dress to see if you spill any drop on it, “I don’t feel good being in a crowd,” you mumbled.

“You want to go somewhere else then?” He asked. There was this strange expression looming on his face that intrigued you.

You hastily nodded, “yes, please!” He took the cup from your hand and placed it on the counter. He took your hand in his, “I know a place,” he told you, dragging you with him and out of the door.

When he said he knows a place, it never crossed your mind that it would require you to walk through the woods in the dark of night, the noise of the party getting fainter, leaving the only source of light was from the pale moonlight.

Changbin noticed you started running out of breath, “just a little bit more,” he assured you.

Your dress caught in a branch, “yeah, okay,” you cheerfully answered, pulling your dress too hard you believed you just ripped it. You sighed in relief when you finally saw the place, it was a cabin in the woods.

“It’s a cabin owned by my family,” he informed you, “so you don’t need to worry about someone else intrusive us."

He walked toward the door of the cabin, reached around the collar of his shirt, and pulled out his necklace.

“I always lose the key so…” he didn’t finish the rest of his sentence.

He took his necklace off of his neck and put the key into the lock. It was one thing to have your key hidden under a flower pot but carrying it around in one’s neck is a whole different thing. You shrugged your suspicion away as you entered the cabin.

The inside interior gave the opposite atmosphere from its outer appearance, they kept the brick fireplace despite the modern furniture decorating the rooms.

But it was clear that the place had been untouched for quite some time, you hugged yourself from the cold night air.

“It’s a bit cold,” he said, softly rubbing your arms, “I’ll set the fireplace.”

He knew his way around the cabin, he knew where things were stored around the place, and it didn’t take long for him to set the fireplace alight. You stood close to the fireplace, trying to absorb some heat.

“Oh wow, you are pretty skilled,” you praised him.

“It’s nothing, really,” he coyly said.

He got up from squatting down the floor, “I think I have something even better for drinks,” and walked toward the wooden cabinet.

He pulled out a bottle of whiskey that lacked a quarter of its content already. You were convinced that this was not the first time he bought someone over to this cabin.

His every move was fluid, it was either he already planned this, or it had been some kind of routine for him. You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, at least for now.

He took a pair of fancy crystal glasses and brought it to the middle of the room, you helped by taking the glasses from him. The bottle popped open, the distinctive smell of whiskey wafting around you.

Changbin poured it into both glasses, placed the bottle on the coffee table, he clanged his glass with yours. He didn’t wait for you to drink this time, he just finished his glass in one big gulp.

You took a sip out of courtesy, almost coughed the second the alcohol burned your tongue.

Changbin lowly chuckled at you.

“I don’t really like alcohol,” you confessed, wincing.

“You don’t have to drink it again,” he said, taking your glass and setting it down on the coffee table with his.

Was it the alcohol or the sound of the crackling of the woods that made you feel comfortable, almost fuzzy indeed?

Changbin reached for your hand and pulled you close to him, “You’re so pretty, you know that?”

You scoffed, “I guess?”

“No,” he kindly denied, “the moment I set my eyes on you, I just knew I got to have you,”

You giggled, “maybe it’s because of my scent?” You teased.

“Yes, your blood seems to entice me,” he said as he sunk his teeth on the crook of your neck, playfully biting on the skin.

You giggled at the ticklish feeling he caused you.

He caught your jaws in both of his hands, he ran his thumb over your lips just to replace it with his lips after. He kissed you hastily as if it was the only way he could breathe, not the other way around.

Your head spun as the alcohol started taking over your system, making you the slightest bit lightheaded.

Changbin didn’t waste any second to let his big hands freely roam around your body, intentionally pressing his crotch on you.

You felt his growing bulge against your thigh, “Changbin,” you called out.

You tried to put a halt on his touches but failed.

“You’re so hot. I can’t help it,” he said with his arms dragging you by the waist, closing the space between your bodies.

He roughly took your mouth in his, sucking and biting on your lips, “I want you,” he muttered to you with his forehead on yours.

Your chest heaving from him endlessly kissing you, “Okay but, can you slow down?” you finally got to utter your demand.

He jerked his head away to look at you and smirked, “I can do slow.”

He ran his hand down your arm and laced his hand with yours, slowly walking in the direction of what you assumed was the master bedroom.

He flipped the switch, and light started to fill the room. It was indeed a bedroom with a king-size bed. Changbin pulled the white sheet that covered the bed from dust in one swift motion.

He quickly turned his attention back to you, holding you with one hand on your back and another one on the back of your head, “I’ll make you feel good tonight,” he said with such confidence.

His fingers found the zipper of your dress in no time as if he had been waiting the moment to pull it down and take your dress off of you.

The dress slipped off of you in a rather dramatic way.

Changbin’s eyes widen, shocked to find you wearing nothing underneath, not even underwear.

“Fuck,” he cursed out loud, “You’ve been wearing nothing underneath this whole time?” he exclaimed, staring at your nude figure to lust over by him and him only.

Your head gave a shy nod.

Changbin swallowed hard, his eyes traveling down every curve of your body, he wanted to savor every inch of your skin, but his eyes were always drawn to look at your core, almost drooling at how enticing it was.

“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes too?” You asked him, and that seemed to snap him out of his reverie.

“Of course,” he responded.

He unbuttoned his shirt first. You wondered how his shirt could fit those broad shoulders, and overall, a very well-built upper body.

He enjoyed watching your reaction as your eyes intensely gazed at how his hand popped open the button of his dress pants and pulled down the zipper.

He then pulled both of his dress pants and boxer down altogether until there was no piece of clothing left on him.

Your mouth slightly parted at the appearance of his cock. Again, you wondered how his big, veiny cock could fit in that fitted dress pants.

“That’s so…” you tried to find a suitable word for it, but nothing came to mind, “big,” saying it out loud was enough to make you rub your thighs together.

Those words gave just the right stroke on his ego, he couldn’t contain but proudly smirked, “you had sex before, right?”

You shyly shook your head.

Changbin was shaken by your non-verbal answer, “Never?”

“Never, ever,” you confessed.

He choked on his breath, couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he would be the first person to be able to take your virginity that his cock started to throb.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he assured you, giving your cheek a soft caress.

He pulled you into his embrace, his hands feverishly touching your body, hands moved down to your rear to finally hoist you onto his body, your legs hooked around his waist.

He turned his body around, bending down a little to finally lay you onto the bed. You shuddered the moment your body hit the cold bedding.

He crawled over to you, mouth impatiently pressing on yours and the rest of your body, planting kisses on every inch of skin available for him.

He practically salivating when his face hovered only a few inches above your core, he placed a careful, long lick down your slit.

He hummed at how wet you were for him that he rushed to insert his finger inside you. Added another finger to stretch you out for him.

You gasped at the alien feeling of having his fingers pumping in and out of you, but soon enough, you found the delight in it.

Your back impatiently arching at him, “Changbin, I need you inside me,” you pleaded between your low moans.

Changbin retracted his tongue from your clit to answer you, “I need to stretch you out first, baby,” he replied, eyes clouded with lust.

You started grinding on his fingers, the idea of you cumming over his finger wasn’t on his plan, he wanted his cock to rip your virginity away, not his fingers.

He abruptly stopped, impatiently positioned himself between your legs, “look at that sweet little cunt,” he said, teasingly running the tip of his cock on your wet slit.

“I bet you’re so tight too,” he added.

He rubbed the inside of your thigh, “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” He told you.

He began slowly easing himself inside you. He wanted to stretch you well and to feel your walls slowly closing in around him. His eyes focused on his cock slowly engulfed inside you.

You cried out at how your body struggled to take him.

Changbin, on the other hand, enjoyed the warmth of your walls sucking him in.

You fisted the sheet, a tear rolled down the corner of your eyes, your body burned, signaling you that your body had just reached its limit,

“Can you stop for a moment?” You begged.

“Just hold the pain for a little bit more,” he said, waving off your plea.

“I don’t think I can take it,” you cried out.

Changbin gave you a rushed kiss on the mouth, “you’re doing so well, just a little bit more, okay?” He insisted.

You meekly nodded.

Changbin looked down at his cock almost fully buried inside you, he grew impatient by the second that he roughly pushed the remaining length into you.

Your cry turned into a choked sob, all the while Changbin growled at how good it felt buried to the hilt inside you.

He lowered on top of you, “it’s okay,” he cooed, “you take me so well,” he gave your forehead a long, tender kiss as a reward.

He gave you some time to adjust to his size, his knuckles wiped the tears off your face.

When he was sure you calmed down, he kissed your mouth, pulling you into a long, dizzying kiss. Once he broke the kiss, he sighed, “I’ll start moving now, okay?”

You nodded.

Changbin slightly got himself off of you, making enough space for you to breathe. He started to draw himself out of you, and the way his length dragged along your walls was painful yet so surprisingly good.

He pushed himself back inside you, this time hitting you right in a certain spot, causing you to moan out loud.

Changbin began to set a pace on his thrusting, it didn’t take long for your to feel the ease of his cock constantly hitting you deeper, harder.

Your hand helplessly clutching his neck when all of sudden, he accelerated his pace, his thrusts turned into rough pounding one after another.

He just broke his promise from earlier, there was nothing gentle about his doing on you, even his grunts now mixed with curses.

You cried out, digging your nails in the flesh of his back as he endlessly rammed into you.

He twitched inside you a few times, and a moment later, he let out a raw groan full of filth. He kept thrusting into you, riding out his high as his groan slowly faded into a long sigh.

He quickly pulled out of you, cum oozing out of your core and onto the sheet.

He sighed, collapsing beside you on the bed. You felt your hip ached as you shifted your body and saw crescent marks of his nails on your flesh.

He turned his head to the side to meet yours, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered.

He kissed you in such haste, “you’re so pretty, you know that?”

Placed another kiss on the corner of your mouth.

Those words would have swept you off of your feet if he hadn’t said that earlier.

He sighed as he broke the kiss, “I think I need some more of that whiskey,” he said, getting up from the bed, didn’t bother to put on some clothes, and left the room.

He returned with the bottle of whiskey and two glasses in his hands, sat on the edge of the bed, pouring the glass with a hefty amount of whiskey.

He handed one of the glasses to you. You sat up on the bed to receive it from him.

He clanged his glass with yours before taking a sip, you took a sip of your whiskey as well.

“Oh, you started to enjoy the whiskey now, huh?” He noticed that you didn’t wince after you took a swig.

You shrugged, “I guess so,”

Changbin finished his whiskey, but you put your glass away on the bedside table, you scooted closer to him.

Your face inched closer to him, “Hey Bin,” you called out, “can we do it again?” You asked him, placing a kiss on his jaw as you waited for his answer.

He smirked at your bold request, “already?” That was another stroke on his ego.

“Yes,” you replied and gave him a quick peck on the lips before you added the word, “please?”

His hand reached for your waist, “anything for you,”

He was about to push you down onto the mattress when you stopped him.

“I want to ride you this time,” your voice was low and sultry because you wanted to please him to get what you wanted.

He considered it for a while, “okay,” he finally decided.

He climbed onto the bed, kneeling in the middle of the bed. You came over to him and straddled him.

He put his hands on each side of your hips to guide you as you positioned yourself to ease down on him. One hand held his cock aimed at your entrance, and the other one gripped his shoulder for support.

You carefully slid yourself down his length.

Changbin groaned at the delicious stretch that he tightened the grip on your hips. You continuously moaned as he went deeper into you, and it almost came close as melodic to Changbin. You held him by his neck the second you took him whole.

Changbin used the opportunity to knead on your breasts, sucking and biting on the supple flesh.

You started bouncing on his lap with his guide, it took a while until you finally found your pace.

“Yeah,” Changbin exclaimed, “just like that, baby,”

You smiled euphoric smiles, feeling intoxicated with pleasure, as well as Changbin, his jaw slacked open as grunts pooled out of his mouth.

You tipped his head to the side to place sloppy kisses at the side of his head, and down to his jaw, you brought your mouth close to his ear, you whispered, “Now tell me if it hurts,”

You dragged your wet mouth on his neck and sank your teeth into the tender skin of his neck, you hummed as you started sucking on his blood.

Changbin was a few seconds late to realize the pain you caused on him, he roughly yanked your head away from him.

There was a horror look on his face as he spotted blood dribbling down the corner of your mouth and shorty realized it wasn’t yours, it was his blood. He put his hand on his neck and looked down on his chest as drops of blood rolled down his chest from his neck.

“Fuck, what are you-”

You caught his wrists at the right time, you knew he was going for your neck. You must have underestimated him and his body proportion. You were strong, but he was stronger. Chan was right about him, but it was too late to give in now.

“I know it hurts,” you told him, his face contorted as he tried with all his might to fight back, all the while you kept on pounding down his length, maintaining the pace.

“Just hold the pain for a little bit more,” you mocked him, faking a pout at him, “and maybe, I’ll let you finish first,” you intentionally clenched around him.

He growled with eyes fixated on you, sensed that he slowly letting his guard down as he was engulfed in the immeasurable pleasure of you kept clenching around him.

You intensely stared into his eyes, a devilish grin painted your face. You set his hands aside and then tipped his head to the other side to plant another bite.

You looked down on the thin skin with blood rushing through his veins, “just a little bit more,” you muttered, more like a reminder to yourself.

You ran your crimson-tinted tongue along the row of your sharp teeth.

You let out a tasty sigh, and with one smooth motion, sank your teeth once again into his neck.

Changbin writhed under you, hands helplessly trying to get you off of him.You ignored his painful cries as you sucked his blood harder, faster, yet your thirst seemed to be far from being satisfied.

He was wrong to keep fighting you, it would only cause him more agony. Your thirst was far greater than his helpless fights to harm you, you enjoyed his struggle because what fun if he just stayed still?

It was the main attraction of the hunt itself.

The only thing he did right tonight was take you to this place, deep inside the woods, where no one could disturb your little feast and hear his cries for help.

[thenightshift-if]

❝ i’m tired, just cuddle me. ❞ for gabriel

Thank you for the request, anon! A soft, cute moment between MC and Gabriel for you. <3 I hope you like it!

❝ i’m tired, just cuddle me. ❞ MC + Gabriel. Established relationship – fluff – 796 words. From this prompt list.

The moment you get home, you kick your shoes off, trudge into the living room, and fall face first on the sofa, sinking into the blessedly soft cushions. Giving your aching feet a rest feels heavenly. Tiredly, you note that the house is silent; Gabriel must still be asleep. You could check, of course, if you managed to drag yourself all the way to the bedroom. At the moment, getting up and walking the five meters or so that separates you from the bedroom feels like being asked to climb Mount Everest.

There’s no way you can do it.

For a long time, you just lie there, face buried in a throw pillow. You must have dozed off at some point because the next time you open your eyes, the last of the daylight is gone and the room has fallen into complete darkness. You yawn, stretch your limbs, and try to rub the sleep out of your eyes. If anything, you feel more tired after your accidental nap...

Perhaps alerted to your presence by your movements and yawning, Gabriel opens the bedroom door and peeks into the living room. You can’t see him, of course, because you lack the excellent night sight of vampires, but you recognize him all the same. He walks over, his steps soft and quiet on the carpet, and a warmth blooms in your chest at the sight of him.

“Why are you here in the dark?” he asks, a note of fond amusement in his voice. Even now, you can still tell that his brows are furrowed in mild concern. You give him a sleepy smile, one that you know he’s able to see even in the dark.

“No reason. Fell asleep,” you explain, or try to – fittingly, you are interrupted by a big yawn. He chuckles softly and takes a seat on the very edge of the sofa, trying not to squish you between himself and the backrest too much. You reach out a hand, a silent request for the comfort of the familiarity of his touch, and he happily obliges; he gently takes hold of your hand and brings it to his lips to press a light kiss on your knuckles.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, and you feel like you could almost cry out of sheer physical exhaustion at the abundance of love in just that one question.

“Yeah,” you say instead. “I’m just tired. Cuddle me?”

He smiles and squeezes your hand. “Of course. You need only ask.”

You turn your body more towards him and open your arms, inviting him to lie down with you as you try to scoot over and make room for him on the sofa. Gabriel envelopes you in an embrace, and you hug him closer, tucking your head under his chin, closing your eyes, and breathing in his scent. It’s nice. Just the two of you, cuddling on the sofa, in no hurry to go anywhere.

Eventually Gabriel clears his throat and says, “I hate to say this, but only half of me is actually on the sofa.”

Oh. You open your eyes and realize he’s right; you don’t know what muscles he’s using to keep himself lying on the edge of the sofa like that without falling off, but it’s impressive, nonetheless.

Giggles bubble up inside you, and you nudge him affectionately. “You’ve been killing your back all this time just to cuddle me?”

You can’t see his face in this position, but you can imagine the sheepish smile on his lips. “You caught me.”

“Oh, what am I going to do with you,” you mumble, your lips pressed to his neck.

Then you make a mistake: you try to adjust your own position, maybe give Gabriel more room that way. What you actually do is upend the careful balance Gabriel has achieved, perched on the sofa the way he is, and with an alarmed yelp, he falls off, though he does let go of you so as to not drag you with him.

You gasp and prop yourself up on your elbows to see him. He’s lying on his back on the floor, staring up at you. After a stunned silence, he covers his eyes with his forearm and begins to laugh, a deep rumbling sound that warms your heart. You join in the laughter, and for a while, neither of you does or says anything else.

Eventually Gabriel calms down and smiles up at you, spreading his arms wide. “Well… There’s more room here on the floor if you still want to cuddle.”

You don’t have to be asked twice. With a laugh, you clamber down from the sofa and fall into his open arms, eager to spend just a moment longer just enjoying his embrace.

[fanficimagery]

A Fangy Fetish

Imagine finally coming home to your family, only to realize there's something other about your little brother and his friends. But that's okay because you're not exactly the same as you were when you first left either. It's a surprising change, but one you're more than okay with after meeting Peter Hale.

Trigger Warnings: Brief conversation about death, an abusive relationship and a brief scene of spiking one's drink.  Author’s Note: Pls don’t ask about the title. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking XD

Passing up the welcome sign to Beacon Hills should fill you with glee since it's been forever that you've seen your mom and brother, but it merely makes you squirm in your seat since there was a good reason you had stayed away in the first place. And now- now you're meeting with them for the first time since you've changed and you're not sure how it should make you feel.

Your mom hasn't moved from your childhood home and as far as you knew your brother didn't have plans to move out until he had completed vet school, so it's not too hard to track them down. There's no vehicle in the driveway, but the opened curtains to the front windows showcase flickering lights from a TV being cast against the wall. Then cutting the engine, you tuck your hair behind your left ear and angle your ear towards the house to listen. After zoning out various noises, you can hear a TV show playing and your mother's familiar voice muttering obscenities when she sees something she doesn't agree with. There's no other voices or heartbeats so you figure your brother must be out.

Exhaling a nervous sigh, you pull down the visor and check your reflection in the small mirror being lit up by two small lights on either side of it. Then after making sure there's nothing on your face or at the corner of your eyes and mouth, you push the visor back up and then make your way out of the car. Walking up the steps to the front path and then the front path to the house porch, you nervously close the distance to the front door. You hesitate only a second before pressing the doorbell and then step back as you hear your mother pause her show and get up to see who it is.

The door opens and you can't help but smile when you see realization set in and Melissa McCall's eyes widen. "Y/N?"

"Hey, mom."

"Oh my god. Sweetheart!" She closes the distance between the two of you, arms wrapping tightly around you as you laugh and return her embrace. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"It was a split second decision," you tell her, letting her pull back and look you up and down to make sure you're really there. "Then I figured a surprise was in order."

She practically beams. "Come on. Come in," she says. "Oh I can't wait until Scott gets home. He's going to be so happy."

"Yeah, I can't wait to see Scotty either. It's been way too long."

Following your mom, you warily eye the doorway before stepping inside and the various scents of your childhood home make your chest ache with memories you had pushed to the back of your mind. Everything still smells familiar, even if there is a new underlying scent that makes you a little anxious and nose twitch.

"So what have you been up to?" She asks. The two of you settle in the living room and she's quick to turn off the TV in order to give you her full attention. "Catch me up."

"Well," you nervously chuckle, "there's not much to tell. School and work have kept me busy, and then there was this guy-"

"A boy?!" She gasps. "Tell me more."

"For a year," you tell her, your smile faltering. "I was with him for a year when I finally realized our relationship wasn't exactly healthy. The break was pretty amicable, but my trust in him was completely broken."

Melissa's mood immediately drops. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. I'm okay now." Your mom looks so heartbroken all of a sudden that you can't help but scoot closer and pull her into a hug again. "Don't be sad," you chuckle. "It's part of growing up. If I didn't go through some stuff, I wouldn't be the person I am today. And let me tell you, I really like the person I am now."

Your mom sniffles. "Well if you're happy.."

"More than," you assure her. "I mean, I could probably use a little more fun between the sheets, but-"

"Y/N!" Melissa pulls back, shock etched into her features. "I am still your mother, young lady."

You burst out laughing, quickly leaning in to peck your mother's cheek. "I know, mom. Just wanted you to stop being sad. It worked."

A moment passes and her shoulders sag. She starts to laugh with you and you're so distracted by cheering her up that you don't hear the car parking outside or the steady heartbeat getting closer and closer. It's only when the front door opens that you freeze, your mom's smile widening.

"Hey, mom, whose car is out front?" Scott rounds the corner and you're surprised at how much your little brother has grown. He stares at you, eyes widening, before a very familiar and very missed crooked smile overtakes his features. "Y/N!"

You're laughing again as Scott practically rushes you, his arms tight around you in a welcoming embrace. He's warm, like really warm, and he has a very distinctive earthly smell. But that can't be right because as far as you knew the werewolf gene did not run in your family's DNA.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asks, squeezing you one last time before letting you go and then putting you at arm's length to look you up and down. He looks between you and your mom, smiling the entire time.

"Thought it was about time I came over for a visit." You shrug. "School is on break and my boss said I needed to cash in my vacation days or I'd lose them."

"I don't even know your boss, but I already love him. If he made you come home, he's okay in my books."

You chuckle, punching Scott lightly on the arm. You open your mouth to reply, but a frantic beeping reaches your ears. You and Scott look at your mom when she frowns, she then walking over towards the kitchen and picking up a beeper. She sighs and looks towards you and your brother, apologetically. "It's the hospital."

"Say no more," you tell her.

"Don't worry. Stiles will be stoked to see Y/N so we'll keep her busy for a while."

"Stiles?" You slowly smirk. "He still a little heathen?"

"Worse." Melissa snorts. "So much worse."

As Melissa gets ready for a shift that has been passed on to her, Scott convinces you to go surprise Stiles who's in town for the week. He hasn't stopped smiling the entire time he's set eyes on you, but every now and then you see his expression falter as he stares curiously at you before shaking off whatever it is and going back to his happy self.

The three of you head outside, you and Scott promising Melissa to be home in time for some breakfast before watching her drive off. You and Scott then climb into your own car, and he happily directs you towards the outskirts of town to a seemingly abandoned building.

"What is this place?" You ask, turning off your car and then climbing out.

"An apartment building. Friend of a friend likes his privacy so he bought the building. The only occupied portion of it is the loft at the very top."

"Nice," you quietly muse as you follow after him. But very quickly you come to a certain realization and stumble to a halt. "So he owns the entire building? Privately?"

"Well yeah," Scott says. "Why?"

"Oh no reason." You try to play it off, nonchalant. "I just- I rather not barge in without meeting the guy. Walking in uninvited is bad manners."

Your brother huffs. "It's just Derek. He won't care."

"Yeah, but I will."

Digging your heels in on this, Scott sighs. "Seriously, Y/N. Derek won't mind. You can wait down here all you want, but Derek won't waste his time coming down here just to tell you to come in."

"Can't you call him?"

Seeing your pout, Scott rolls his eyes but the amused little smile doesn't go missed. "Sure. Fine." He pulls out his phone and quickly presses the contact he's looking for. Phone then put on speaker, you flash him a small smile in gratitude.

"What do you want, McCall?"

"So I have a friend down here with me and she's really adamant that she gets an invite from you before we head upstairs. She says it's bad manners to just walk on in."

The guy scoffs. "Whatever. Come in."

Well that should do it. Hopefully.

"Happy now?" Scott puts his phone away after the call is abruptly ended and leads the way inside. "Now hurry up. I wanna see Stiles flip out." You follow him, briefly hesitating at the main door before exhaling silently in relief when you're permitted entry.

The metal, cage-like elevator gives you pause, but Scott promises it works just fine. So after settling inside and vowing to kill him if the elevator fails and falls, Scott presses the button for the loft at the very top of the building. Once stopped, you're then led towards a sliding metal door which Scott readily opens. Again you hesitate, but cross the threshold with no problem.

There are two men in the loft, one whose movements are very familiar and brings a smile to your face. The other one, the one with the dark hair and scruff, well it looks like he's scenting the air until his hardened gaze lands on you. But Stiles, who'd been preoccupied by tell him a story, immediately ceases talking to see what the problem is. And when his gaze lands on you, his jaw drops open and you can't help but snort.

"Holy shit. Y/N?"

"Goddamn, Stilinski," you muse. "You grew up in all the right places." Scott groans and you laugh when Stiles' awed expression turns a bit smug. From one second to the next he's moving and making a beeline for you, the two of you colliding in a hug which he rocks you side to side in. "It's nice to see you too, Stiles."

"How long are you here for? Dad will be happy to see you."

"Two weeks," you tell him as he pulls away. "And I can't wait to see Noah. It's been ages."

"I'm all for reunions," the guy who you're assuming is Derek says, "but why the hell would you guys let me invite a vampire into my home?"

Scott scoffs, Stiles freezes, and you frown at the new guy. This was not how you wanted the news broken to Scott. Your moment of anger, however, is overridden by the fact that there's no immediate denial of the supernatural from either your brother or his best friend.

"My sister isn't-"

"What are you?" You ask, cutting Scott off, glaring at Derek. "You smell wolfish, but so does my brother. Last I knew there was no wolf gene in our family line."

"Y/N, what?" Scott then asks. "You're not- tell him you're not a vampire."

Your gaze slides to Scott and you smile sadly at him. "I'm sorry. I can't do that." He tenses and Stiles takes a few steps back, and your heart breaks. "I promise to explain everything here in a bit, but tell me what's going on. Please. You don't smell human, Scotty, and neither does Eyebrows over there."

Scott gulps and nods, eyes filling with tears that refuse to fall. "Derek Hale comes from a family of werewolves. I'm sure you remember the Hale family before you left for college." There's a huff and you warily eye Derek as he rolls his eyes. Scott clears his throat and continues. "At the start of my sophomore year, I was bitten by a rogue alpha. I turned."

"Huh. I've never met a wolf that could turn someone with a bite."

"Never met a-" Stiles starts, only to stop and redirect his line of thoughts. "Wait, there are other types of werewolves?"

You shrug. "Well, yeah."

Stiles opens his mouth to retort, but Derek is quick to shut him down. "You can get your supernatural fix later, Stiles. Right now, Scott's sister has some explaining to do." By now he's nearly shoulder to shoulder with Stiles, arms crossed over his chest as he stares at you.

The guy's gruff, but since he's not outright threatening you, you don't get defensive. "Um, I died about two years ago."

"You died?!" Both Scott and Stiles yelp.

Your lips press into a thin line as you nod. Scott frowns. "Two years ago is when you stopped coming home to visit."

"I-I had to." You glance at your brother as the first tear falls, but you're quick to wipe it away. "About a year prior to dying, I fell in love with a local. Everything was fine. I was happy," you say. "But as the months passed, I started to realize that there were blank spots in my memories. Some days I'd wake up with bruises I couldn't explain or wake up completely exhausted to the point that I couldn't get out of bed. No one, other than myself, realized something was wrong."

"What happened?" Scott quietly asks.

You sniffle, smiling sadly. "My boyfriend. He was a vampire, only I didn't know it until I was one myself."

"Why only after? Surely you could tell something was up when you were with him," Stiles says.

You shake your head, but it's Derek who says. "Vampires can manipulate the mind. It's one reason my mom wasn't very trusting of them."

"He's right. Our kind can compel people- make them forget something happened or plant memories that never existed," you admit. "As it so happened, my boyfriend was feeding off of me without my consent. And when he took too much, I would pass out and then wake up extremely weakened without a clue as to why. Most of the time he compelled me to think that I was fine- that nothing was wrong with me."

"How'd you figure it all out?" Your brother wonders.

You exhale softly. "I went out partying with some friends. On our way back, my friend lost control of the car and slammed into a tree. I died, but I died with vampire blood in my system." All three guys shift uneasily of learning about the ingested blood, so you quickly explain how it got there in the first place. "When my boyfriend was too rough with me, he'd feed me his blood since vampire blood has healing capabilities. The only downfall of ingesting vampire blood is that if you die while it's still lingering in your system, you wake up in transition."

"Which means you had to feed on human blood," Derek says.

"Yes." Stiles and Scott grimace. "I had woken up in the hospital morgue and found my way to the blood bank. It was- it was a clusterfuck," you admit smally. "I gorged, I cried, and I unknowingly compelled the doctors to make them think that I was fine and then fled the hospital as soon as I could. Fortunately for me, there was another vampire at school. When she realized I was newly turned and I told her what I knew, she felt sorry for me. And since I was a vampire myself now, all my compelled memories started to rush back. She helped me break up with my vampire boyfriend and then took me under her wing. She taught me how to control the bloodlust and introduced me to a witch who made me a piece of daylight jewelry so I'd be able to walk in the sun."

Scott and Stiles appear floored by your story, but it's Derek whose expression has yet to falter. "I have one question," he says. You nod, waiting. "Are you here to cause drama for Beacon Hills?"

"No. Never," you immediately answer him. "I honestly just came for mom and Scott. I didn't expect any supernatural to be here at all or even that my baby brother was part of it now too."

"Okay then." His stern expression briefly falters so he flashes a quick smile. "Then welcome home, I guess."

You huff a quiet laugh. "Thanks. I'm Y/N, by the way. Scott's older sister."

"Derek Hale, co-alpha to the McCall/Hale pack."

"Co-alpha, huh. Does that mean," you trail off and glance at your brother, smiling when his eyes flash red at you. "Cool. The werewolves I know can't do that. They're really only dangerous when they've transformed under a full moon. Other than that, they're as human as can be."

"I have so many questions," Stiles muses.

Derek huffs in amusement. "Don't bother. We have books on other breeds of the same species. I just never brought them out because, until now, vampires never stepped foot in Beacon Hills and we didn't have to worry about other breeds of werewolves." He turns and walks back to a metal table where various books are opened, and busies himself by browsing the pages. Stiles is quick to follow after him and pester him about these so-called books.

Scott steps closer to you, hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans as he smiles sheepishly. "So you're fine?" He wonders. "You're not gonna fang out and drain us of our blood?"

"What?" You snort. "No. If I wanted to drain you or anyone else, I'd have done it when everyone was hugging me and my mouth was literal inches from your throats. I'm fine. You guys have nothing to worry about."

"But you drink blood?"

"I do, although I tend to stick to blood bags from a hospital. If I drink straight from the vein, I only take enough to soothe the thirst and then quickly compel the person to eat a snack or go home and nap."

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

You pause. Scott stares at you, and even Derek and Stiles go eerily quiet after the question. You sigh. "Does it matter?" Scott shrugs and you hate you have to admit this. "Yes. My first victim was an accident. It happened when my friend was teaching me how to feed properly and I lost control. It happened twice more, but I was able to save those two individuals before their hearts stopped."

"Any on purpose?" Derek asks from his side of the room.

"A few." You gulp. "The moment a hunter learns you're a vampire, you're apparently fair game. If I have to take a life to keep my own, I will. Dying is not fun and I don't plan on doing it again any time soon." You notice Scott frowns at your answer, but Derek and Stiles hum before accepting your answer as appropriate. And not wanting to get into a discussion of right or wrong, you paste on a smile and change the subject. "So anyway, what else have I missed? Any girlfriends I should know about? Or boyfriends? I don't judge."

Derek snorts and Scott flashes you a crooked smile. "Actually, yeah. My girlfriend and Derek's are out right now buying some stuff to throw a party."

"Oohhh. Do these girlfriends have names?"

"Yeah. Malia and Kira," Stiles says. "Malia's my ex-girlfriend and Derek's long lost cousin, but now she's Scott's girlfriend. And Kira is Scott's ex-girlfriend who is now Derek's girlfriend."

"That is.. weird," you say, chuckling softly. "But cool, I guess, if you guys seem to have no problem with it."

"We're all pack," Scott tells you. "We're more than fine with it."

"And I'm actually dating Lydia Martin," Stiles says, "but she's super busy with school which is why she's not here."

"Lydia Martin?" Your nose wrinkles. "Snooty Martin?"

"Hey!" Stiles quickly reprimands you. "She's not so bad anymore. Not after finding out she was a banshee."

"Hold up. What?"

"Yeah. Lydia's a banshee." He shrugs. "Kira's a kitsune and Malia's a werecoyote."

"Holy shit. What the hell has Beacon Hills come to?"

"That's nothing," Derek says. "If you had been here all along, you'd have seen a lot more than just that. Beacon Hills is a beacon for crazy."

"Yeah. No shit."

What little tension that had been lingering finally vanishes and everyone shares a friendly laugh. But when a newcomer enters the apartment, it has your hackles rising.

"Ugh. Who let a bloodsucking fiend in?"

The elder gentleman that enters is rather attractive, but the scowl he's directing in your direction leaves you scowling back. "Aren't you a little old to be wearing v-necks?"

"And aren't you a little new to be taunting the big bad wolf?"

You hiss. "Do we like this guy?"

Without missing a beat, Derek says, "On occasion."

"Good." Then before anyone can blink, you use your vampiric speed to appear inches from the newcomer, grab him by the throat and pin him to the floor. Stiles and Scott yelp at your sudden movements, but you pay them no mind as you snarl in the wolf's face. "You don't wanna get on my bad side."

The wolf blinks in surprise and everyone seems to hold their breath. You see movement out of the corner of your eye, but since it's slow you don't bother to act on it. Instead, fingers gently touch your face before a thumb brushes on the underside of your left eye where you know small black veins are pulsing. "Beautiful."

You freeze and slowly ease up on the wolf. "What?"

He smirks. "If you wanted me on my back, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask." Derek, Stiles and Scott all groan. "Peter Hale, at your service."

"Y/N McCall," you hesitantly introduce yourself. Climbing off of him and steadily walking on your own two feet, you can't help but knock him down a peg when you see his expression. "And don't look too smug. The other Hale is hotter."

Meeting Malia and Kira was rather interesting, especially when you saw what they were face to face rather than just hearing about it. Seeing Scott and Malia shift almost left you speechless, but seeing Kira left you in complete awe. They had then asked to see you and Malia was the only one to not balk or make some sort of disgusted facial expression when you mentioned needed a bag of blood soon.

Over the next couple of days, Scott manages to convince you to explain to your mom about your new status as a vampire, as well as Noah Stilinski since both of them knew about the supernatural. And since Noah was like a father figure, you, Scott and Stiles got them together for a family dinner where you told them your story. Noah was angry and your mother was heartbroken, but both accepted you with open arms.

Being with your family and your brother's pack brings you a sense of calm that you haven't felt in a long while. You're easily accepted without question and it's like you've known everyone your entire life with how easily they talk with you. Peter, however, is a completely different story. While he's friendly, just like everyone else, he's a little too friendly. You were more than ready to return the teasing innuendos, but then Scott had to burst your bubble by telling you that he was Malia's biological father. Malia, however, is quick to assure you that she and Peter have a rocky relationship and that she doesn't care who Peter chooses to show affection to so long as she didn't have to see it or hear it.

You were hesitant to be so carefree and teasing with Peter afterwards, but the recent lack of male attention had you caving before the week was even over.

"So what happens if your daylight necklace is ripped off?" Stiles asks. It's now Saturday afternoon and everyone is at Derek's, making sure the loft is party ready for later that night. "Do you just burst into flames right then and there?"

"No." You snort. "It starts off as a sizzle and you have seconds to flee to the shadows before bursting into flames." Malia helps you position a keg into a large metal bin, Kira then filling the empty space around it with ice. "And my necklace is spelled. No one other than myself can remove it so I don't have to worry about someone ripping it off."

"I'm not gonna lie, I kind of want to see you burst into flames."

"You're an asshole."

"Actually, I kind of want to see it too," Malia says.

Stiles beams, pointing at Malia and nodding. "See! I'm not the only one."

You glance at Kira and she sheepishly smiles, not even attempting to deter her pack mates who want to see you purposely set yourself on fire. A moment passes before you sigh. "Fine, but you better get me a blood bag or I'm sinking fang into someone's vein."

Stiles is quick to scramble for the kitchen, no doubt making a beeline for one of the few blood bags Derek had tossed into the back of his fridge. You groan but chuckle nonetheless as you look around for the perfect spot and then find it in the corner of the loft just right by the overly large windows. Then settling in the corner with your back against the brick wall, you exhale deeply before carefully reaching behind your neck to unclasp your necklace. Grimacing, you look forward and hold your necklace out for someone to grab. Kira hurriedly steps forward and takes your necklace with gentle hands.

"Jesus Christ. I can't believe I'm doing this." You shakily raise your arm, hand reaching towards the sun rays before your fingers curl into a fist. You sigh, nervously chuckling as you shake your hand out. "Okay. I can do this. It's just a little fire and then I'll heal."

Stiles, Malia and Kira are all eerily silent as they watch you. You're grimacing before the sunlight even touches you and then your whole face is scrunching up when you feel the sizzle before hearing it. Kira gasps and your eyes don't even have to be open to know what they're seeing. Unblemished skin darkening before slowly glowing like burning embers. Seconds later the smoke starts and against your better judgment you hold your ground. At least until you feel your hand igniting in flames and then you're quickly bringing your arm close to your body and patting the fire out.

"Ow, ow, ow." You utter. "Fuck! Give me the blood!"

Stiles is staring at you, wide-eyed, before Malia rolls her eyes and grabs the blood bag from his hands to toss at you. Catching it with one hand, you nod at the werecoyote before dropping fang and biting directly into the bag. At that, Stiles gags. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

Pulling your fangs from your snack, you mutter, "Pussy," and then go back to draining the bag.

Stiles gasps in mock offense as the girls chuckle. Your hand had immediately healed after your first gulp, but you drain the bag anyway since you're going to be around a lot of strangers later on.

The loft door slides open and immediately all three wolves wrinkle their noses.

"Why does it smell like burning flesh?" Peter asks. No one says anything, but their eyes slide to you knowingly. You sheepishly smile as you hide the blood bag behind your back. Peter's eyes narrow. "What did you do?"

The heaviness of all their stares makes you squirm. "It was Stiles' idea!"

"Hey!" He barks. "Don't forget about Malia and Kira." Both girls frown at him in betrayal, but he merely shrugs in return. "If I'm going down, I'm taking all of you with me."

All three werewolves sigh, rolling their eyes. Scott and Derek bring in the delicate black lights that need to be fixated around the loft, and the buckets of neon paints. Peter drops whatever was in the brown paper bags he was holding and then saunters towards you. He spots Kira holding your necklace and snatches it from her hands. You subconsciously press your back into the corner, but Peter merely smirks as he unclasps the necklace in his hands and holds it out, waiting to place it around your neck.

"Come on, sweetheart. We don't have all day." Your eyes narrow at his teasing smile and you step towards him so he can put your necklace back on. And since you're facing him, refusing to give him your back, he reaches around you to clasp the necklace at the back of your neck. Then letting it settle against your throat, he untucks your hair from the chain and then gently cusps the sides of your neck in his hands while his thumbs brush along your jawline. His smile drops. "Don't do that again. If Stiles wants to see a fire, let the moron set himself ablaze."

"Hey! I heard that."

You blink in surprise at Peter before he takes his leave, only to see the subtly surprised expression Derek is sporting and the sour expression your brother can't help but show. Malia is indifferent to the exchange, Kira looks rather amused, and Stiles is just put out because he was called a moron. Nothing else is said on the matter, so you quickly flee the corner of shadows and get back to work.

          - - - - - - - - - -

The party has only just begun by the time you send Malia and Kira on their way. You had painted both their faces with wolf-like features- Malia in blue and Kira in orange. You had also painted markings along their collar bones, and swirls and floral patterns up and down their arms. They were prepared to wait for you, but you insisted they head on out and that you'd join them soon enough.

You're left alone in Derek's bathroom, bowls of paint and paintbrushes scattered along the counter top as you determine what you want. Eventually you settle for neon green skeletal features, jagged teeth painted over your lips. You outline your neck and collar bones, and then stand there while you fan yourself so the paint will dry.

The faint sound of creaking catches your attention and you immediately glance towards the doorway. Peter stands there, leaning against the door jamb. "Love the handiwork," he says. "Are you taking any requests?"

You faintly grin at him. "No because then that puts the pressure on me to give you exactly what you want. But if you want me to paint you a surprise, then I'm your girl."

"Hmm. My girl. I think I like the sound of that."

"Of course you do." Your eyes roll, but the quirk of your lips tells him you're amused rather than annoyed. "Now get in here. I'll try and make it quick." Peter pushes off the door jamb and walks in, getting up close and personal to your back. You think he's trying to make you squirm, but you merely frown when you realize just how much taller he is than you when you stare at him in the reflection of the mirror. "Well this isn't going to work," you mutter. Pushing the bowls of paint and paint brushes aside, you turn around and hop onto the counter. "There. That's better."

"So much," he says while stepping into the space between your knees.

Snorting, you let the remark slide and grab his face in your hands. Turning his face this way and that way, you hum as you determine what you're going to paint for him. "Wanna match?" You ask. Then without giving him a chance to answer, you grab the bowl with green paint and a paintbrush. "We're gonna match, but you're only getting half a face because I really need to get out there and dance."

Peter fights off a smile as you grasp his chin with one hand and then quickly dip a paintbrush into the green paint with the other. The moment the loaded brush touches the center of his forehead, however, he schools his features so you have an unwrinkled canvas. The left side of his face gets the skeletal treatment, but when that's done you can't help but dip three fingers into purple paint and drag them down the unpainted side of his face.

He grins afterward. "Does this mean I can mark you back?"

"I don't see why not. Just nothing on my face."

Peter carefully coats his entire hand in pink before he looks at you, eyes darting up and down as he determines where he's going to mark. He smirks and then gently wraps his hand around your throat. He leaves it there, squeezing just so, and you gulp beneath his hand.

"Ooohh. Don't threaten me with a fun time." His eyes flare blue in response and you can feel your own eyes change in return as he drops his hand and slowly leans in. You put a hand on his chest to stop his progression. "Seriously, Hale. If you mess up all my hard work before anyone has a chance to see it, I will rip your jugular out."

Peter growls and you quickly lean in to snap your fangs right in front of his face. He shudders and you chuckle lowly before nudging him back and hopping off the counter. After all, you had a party to attend.

          - - - - - - - - - -

The party has a bit more people than you'd expected there to be and even Derek seems a bit surly over how any people are in his home. But the DJ is amazing, the drinks are flowing, and the strobe lights are flashing in tune with the beats.

Everyone is lit up, whether it be their clothing or because of the paint, and you readily slide into the dancing masses. You don't seek out anyone in particular, choosing to dance on your own or anyone who sidles up to you in order to have a good time. But the second they get too handsy for your liking, you're shoving them off and moving on.

You're dancing, swiveling your hips and laughing with a few females who were all too happy to have you join them. You turn around, putting the girls at your back when your hands slide up your neck to gather your hair and hold it up off your neck before letting it fall once more. Your eyes somehow manage to find Peter, but the once teasing wolf looks anything but teasing. In fact, he looks rather pissed. And that- that just won't do.

Pushing through the bodies, you eventually make your way towards Peter from behind and tiptoe so your chin hooks over his shoulder. "So who are we killing?" You muse.

He tenses, but upon realizing who it is he's quick to relax. And without missing a beat, he says, "Two o'clock. Apparently this young man, if you can even call him that, has made the mistake of spiking a drink in hopes of giving it to one of the young ladies here. Fortunately, every female he's tried to pawn it off on has been smart enough to not take the pre-made drink."

His words immediately sour your mood. "Well that just won't do."

Before Peter can stop you, you're falling back onto the balls of your feet and practically skipping towards the guy Peter had been murdering with his eyes. A smile here, a touch there, and whispered promises of a good time goes a very long way and it doesn't take long to have the guy following after you. Then as you're about to pass up Peter with Troy (that was the guy's name, the one who was looking to roofie some poor innocent soul) following you, you flash Peter a wink and mutter follow me just loud enough so that he could hear.

You manage to avoid the rest of the pack as you lead Troy out of the loft and into the hallway, manhandling the all too eager dude-bro against the wall. He's a pretty decent looking dude, but his smug aura and tendency to roofie his potential hook-ups is a major turn off. So you tease him with a pretty smile, leaning in so your lips are just centimeters apart.

"Forgive me. I hope I'm not interrupting."

You pull back, turning half way and grinning at the intruder. There stands Peter, looking like he's not sorry at all. But Troy- Troy is annoyed. "Fuck off, man."

"Well that's no way to talk to your betters," Peter drawls.

"Yeah I gotta admit," you say. "That was a dick thing to say."

Troy glances between you and Peter, scoffing. "Whatever. I can find another girl to get laid by back in the party."

He goes to push off the wall, nudging you out of the way, but your hand lands in the middle of his chest before shoving him back into the wall. "I think not." Then meeting his gaze, you smile cruelly as you say, "Do not make a sound."

Troy's mouth opens as if to tell you off, but not a peep comes out. His eyes widen and Peter chuckles as he saunters towards you. "Huh. Having a vampire around could come in handy."

"So says the werewolf," you muse. Troy struggles against your hand, but he's not going anywhere. Not even when he raises a hand to strike you because Peter reaches out with lightning quick reflexes and catches his wrist. You smirk before looking at Troy. "Now that wasn't very nice. I was just going to let you go after scaring you a bit, but now.."

"Now," Peter says, "I think it's time we give you a taste of your own medicine. Let you know how it feels to have something taken from you without your consent." Troy's eyes widen even more while you and Peter snicker at the spike of fear in his scent. "Y/N, will you do the honors?"

"With pleasure." You stare at Troy, willing your features to change right before his very eyes and hissing when your fangs elongate. He renews his struggle in order to get away, but with your strength and Peter's he's going anywhere. "Now this is going to hurt like hell," you coo. "I want you to feel the fear of every girl you ever roofied just so you could get your dick wet."

Your smiling façade drops as you snarl, opening your mouth wider as your head rears back before you lunge forward and sink your teeth into Troy's neck. You feel him stiffen in pain, struggling even more to get away as you harshly drain his life's essence through the wound in his neck. But the second you feel his struggle lessen, you pull back and lick the corners of your mouth.

Peter chuckles darkly as you pat Troy on his cheeks. "Perk up some, will 'ya? I hardly drained an artery."

"Uh, sweetheart? I don't think he can talk."

"Oh. Right!" Catching Troy's gaze once more, you say, "You can make sound again, but you're never going to speak about what just happened. You're going to forget that monsters exist. All you need to know that if you ever see my face or his face again," you compel him while gesturing to Peter who's now standing over your shoulder, "then you're going to remember something terrible happened but you're not quite sure what. You'll just be deathly afraid. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Good. Also, you're never going to spike another drink ever again. If you ever just THINK about taking anything without the person's consent, you're going to get violently ill and remember the pain in your neck from when I sunk my teeth into it. Got it?"

"Y-Yes."

"Awesome! Now, run along. You're no longer welcomed here."

Troy blinks rapidly, his mind clearing briefly as the compulsion sets in. When he sees you again, and then Peter at your back, his eyes widen before he scrambles to the side and rushes for the elevator. You laugh and wiggle your fingers in a mocking wave. Then the moment he's in Derek's death trap of an elevator and is descending, Peter's crowding you against the wall as he dips down so his hands can grab the back of your thighs and lift you up.

Your legs automatically wrap around his waist and you have a split second of being surprised before his mouth is pressing against yours, tongue licking into your mouth a couple of times, teasing yours, before teeth pull on your bottom lip as he retreats. You groan, hands finding purchase on his shoulders before sliding back and up, and settling at the nape of his neck. "So, uh, violence really does it for 'ya. Huh?"

"You have no idea." Peter leans in once more, nose brushing against yours and leaving you anticipating his next bruising kiss, but he merely presses his lips softly against yours. You whimper and he smirks. "Now, now. Patience is a virtue." You growl and he chuckles. "Trust me. The last thing we need is to get carried away in the hall and-"

"Oh gross. Seriously, you guys!?"

Peter sighs as you jolt in his hold. You're already staring wide-eyed at your brother, so Peter slowly lets you down before bringing you into his side and slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Yes?" He drawls.

Scott wrinkles his nose. "You guys good out here? Stiles said he saw you leave with a stranger and Peter looked a little too happy about it."

"It's fine," you assure him. "Just some guy trying to roofie himself a quick lay." Scott bristles, but your too calm demeanor keeps him from asking questions. "If you're wondering, I just scared him a bit and then sent him on his way."

"Y/N!" He says. "He's just going to go out there and do it again."

"Please," you scoff. "Do you think me dumb, brother? I obviously compelled him."

"She did." Peter smiles. "And it was marvelous. You should have seen it."

"I don't know. It seems to have gotten the both of you amped up so I assume it's something I'd have disapproved of." You and Peter both smile innocently at Scott, and he rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Either rejoin the party or go somewhere else. Don't have sex in the hall. I have to walk through here."

As Scott disappears, you hum and nudge Peter with your hip. "Well would you look at that. You got the alpha's permission to defile his own flesh and blood. Wherever shall we go?"

"I've got a condo downtown."

"Too far. My car is downstairs," you say as Peter chuckles. "We can take the edge off first and then head back to your place."

"Finally! A McCall whose choices I can get behind."

"Are my choices the only thing you'd like to get behind?" You smirk at him, winking, and then start heading towards the elevator. "Lets go, Mr. Wolf. I only have less than a week left in Beacon Hills and I'd like to find out exactly how rough a wolf like you can get."

[tanjamikaelson]

BITTERSWEET - CHAPTER 4

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 4: | LOOKING FOR A TREE |

Lorena was walking through one neighborhood when she spotted a house that she liked. She walked up the stairs and knocked. A woman in her mid-forties opened a door.

"If you’re selling something we are not interested." A woman said as soon as she saw her. She tried to close the door but Lorena stopped her.

"Actually I'm interested in buying this house." Lorena told her.

"It's not for sale." The woman replied, again wanting to close the door but Lorena was holding her hand on the door so she couldn't close them because Lorena was stronger than her.

Lorena looked deep into her eyes, "Invite me in." she compelled her and she couldn't do anything but obey. 

Lorena walked into the house seeing a man in the living room watching TV.

"Who was that, honey?" He asked his wife when he heard her closing the door.

“Someone you’ll regret inviting in.” Lorena spoke, then she compelled the woman again to be quiet and sit next to her husband.

“Who are you?” A man asked as he turned around to take a look at Lorena.

“A very hungry vampire.” Lorena replied dangerously before she flashed towards him when she saw that he wanted to stand up, Lorena pushed him back on the couch. She leaned closer towards him, “I do like when you humans scream and beg for mercy, but this is going to be quick, so stay quiet.” she compelled him too.

Lorena sat in between them and first turned towards the woman. She moved the hair from her neck and leaned closer. Lorena dragged her lips up her neck until she found the place where her heartbeat pounded the strongest. Woman flinched as Lorena bit into her and began to suck. When the pulse disappeared Lorena retracted her fangs and moved over to her husband. 

When both of them were dead Lorena walked around the house to check it out and see what she needed to change, she walked outside to the backyard seeing a big pool. Suddenly her phone started ringing and she smiled when she saw that Kol was calling her.

"Hey, Kol." Lorena answered and sat down.

"Hello darling, just wanted to check if you're still alive." Kol said.

Lorena chuckled, “Yes, I am. I just moved into a new house. It has a pool in the backyard, perfect for throwing parties." 

"So I guess it didn't go well with my brother?" Kol asked.

Lorena sighed, "He almost bit me, Kol. I can't even describe the anger that radiated from him." 

"Well, it's a good thing he didn't bite you." Kol replied.

"He didn't only because Bekah was there to stop him.” Lorena told him.

"He would have healed you, he cares too much to let you die.” Kol said, "If he didn't care he wouldn't be so affected by you and me sleeping together."

"I don't know, maybe I finally pushed him away for good.” Lorena muttered.

Kol could hear that the tone of her voice has changed

"Isn’t that what you wanted?" Kol questioned.

"I don’t know, Kol." Lorena replied quietly.

“Well you should figure it out before it’s too late.” Kol advised.

"Anyway, how's New York?" Lorena changed the subject.

"You were right, it's really amazing." Kol replied, “But, sorry darling, I have to go now, my dates are here.”

“Dates, huh?” Lorena asked.

“I have to make up for what I have missed while I was in the box.” Kol replied with amusement in his voice.

“Sure you do. Have fun Kol.” Lorena told him.

“You too, darling.” Kol said before hanging up.

・ • ・ • ・

"We should meet up at Salvatore's mansion." Rebekah spoke over the phone.

"What plan did you come up with?" Lorena asked her.

"I'm going to distract Damon while you find the record we need." Rebekah explained.

"What could possibly go wrong." Lorena remarked sarcastically.

"Don't be like that, think positively." Rebekah replied, "Meet me there in 15 minutes."

"Okay, see you." Lorena said and hung up.

Right on time Lorena meets up with Rebekah in front of Salvatore's mansion. The two of them walked over to the door and knocked

Damon opened them, "What are you two doing here?"

"We considered your offer and decided to do it." Rebekah spoke and held up a bottle of wine that she brought.

"My offer?" Damon questioned looking between the two of us.

Lorena wasn't sure what Rebekah was talking about so she let her speak, "About a threesome." 

Lorena was surprised to hear that, because over the phone she didn't say anything, but she decided to play along, not wanting to ruin the plan, she hoped her plan was good enough.

"Really?" Damon asked surprised and looked at Lorena, "And here I thought you can only be seduced by Mikaelson's." 

“Well as far as I know Bekah is a Mikaelson." Lorena replied, with a smirk.

"Okay, I like you." Damon smirked back, "Well, come in."

Two girls walked inside and Damon closed the door. Rebekah and Lorena went to the living room where they saw a redhead girl.

"Look what the cat dragged in." Rebekah remarked, smirking.

- Damon gave Rebekah a look, " Easy there Rebekah. You know she used to beat men for sport."

"She was always quite common." Rebekah said with annoyance in her voice.

Sage glared at her with a fake smile, "Rebekah, what a happy surprise."

"You never told me how you two know each other." Damon said.

"She was obsessed with my brother Finn, over 900 years ago." Rebekah informed him.

"What? Creepy suicidal guy?" Damon asked, looking over at Sage.

"What are you doing here, Sage?" Rebekah asks point blank, not particularly caring and already knowing.

Sage was quick to respond, "Well I finally heard that Finn is out of that casket her rageaholic brother Klaus put him in."

"Finn, you just missed him." Rebekah patronized, "He left town and didn't tell a soul where he was going."

Sage didn't seem fazed, "He probably went looking for me." She assumed. Rebekah scoffed, "Or quite possibly he forgot all about you."

"I doubt that." Sage said confidently.

The tension was high and uncomfortable as Rebekah spoke again, "Well he didn't seem to mention you. Sorry you came all this way for nothing." 

Rebekah and Sage were looking at each other with hatred in their eyes.

"Did I ever tell you you're sexy when you're bitchy? Damon spoke from behind Rebekah.

Rebekah didn't look towards him as she said to Lorena, "Maybe we should leave."

Lorena nodded in agreement as Damon came closer and put his arms around hers and Rebekah's shoulder, "Now why would you do that. You know what they say, two's company, three's a party and four.."

Lorena looked at him, "Are you sure you can handle three of us?"

"There's only one way to find out." Damon replied as he took a bottle of wine from Rebekah and broke the neck of the bottle off.

Damon and Sage started dancing together while Rebekah sat down next to the man on the piano. She bit his neck and started to feed. Lorena got over to the table with drinks and poured herself something strong, because she will need it. When she looked back at them she saw that Rebekah and Damon were feeding on a man at the same time. Damon pushed the man, who is now dead, off the bench and moved towards Rebekah. He gently grabbed her face in his hand and kissed her. 

Sage turned up other music and Damon and Rebekah started dancing. Damon's hand rested on her waist while Rebekah's were running through his lush hair. He hummed pleasantly and Rebekah straddled his right leg, allowing her to get even closer to him. 

"God, you're so sexy." Damon whispered into her ear and ground his hardened cock into her, tightening his grip on her hips. 

Rebekah smirked playfully before shoving Damon backwards onto the plush couch next to where Sage was sitting. Rebekah bit her bottom lip and started to give him a lap dance. Damon's dark blue eyes darkened with lust as he watched her hands trail over her body. Sage moved closer to Damon and nipped at his lips. He smirked and went in for a passionate kiss. 

Lorena took that as an opportunity to slip away and go to look for the library where the records should be.

When Sage started kissing down Damon's neck he spoke thinking Lorena was still there, "You're missing out all the fun." He looked at the place where he last saw her but she wasn't there any more, "Where is your friend?" he asked Rebekah who was still dancing.

She straddled his hips, "She probably went to the bathroom."

Damon grabbed her hips, "And maybe we should move to the bedroom."

"Maybe we should." Rebekah whispered against his lips, pulling him into a kiss.

Suddenly Rebekah's head snapped to the right, Damon and Sage looked very pleased with each other. Damon hoisted Rebekah over his shoulder and they went up stairs. He placed her into his bed. Sage quietly walked over to the bed and sat next to Rebekah. She placed her hand on Rebekah's head and got inside her head. She smiled. Damon mouthed, "What?" to Sage and Sage put a finger to his lips. She nodded her head towards the bathroom and started to walk over to it while taking her shirt off. Sage walked into the shower and Damon got in with her. 

"Well, are you gonna torture me or are you gonna tell me what she's up to? Damon asked.

"I'd rather show you." Sage said before kissing Damon. He saw the memories that Sage saw when she touched Rebekah.

"A white oak tree. There must have been a new tree to replace the old." Rebekah told Klaus as she showed him a photograph of a cave on her phone. Then she showed him another memory where Rebekah and Lorena were talking with Carol Lockwood.

Damon broke off the kiss and looked at Sage, "There's another tree."

"I think her friend is snooping around to find the record." Sage told him and without another word Damon rushed over to the library. 

Lorena just found a book and she was about to open it when Damon appeared in front of her and took it from her hands.

"You sneaky little thing, I knew you wouldn't want a foursome with us." Damon stated.

"Yeah, I would rather read a book than sleep with you." Lorena replied in a snarky voice.

"Now, why would you want to read milling records?" Damon questioned, "Unless you and Rebekah were looking for something." Lorena crossed her arms without saying anything, but Damon opened a book and read, "In 1912, the Salvatore milling company chopped down the forest and its most valuable wood was the White oak tree that was used to make the Wickery bridge." he closed the book and looked at Lorena, "Guess your plan didn't work out as you thought it would."

"So all the wood stripped from the underside of that bridge is basically a weapon that can kill an original?" Sage asked.

"Yup." Damon replied.

"You see how this could be a problem for me, right?" Sage pointed out.

"Why? Because of your true love Finn? Let me tell you something, I met the guy, you're not gonna miss him." Damon said, adding, "But let's make a deal. You let me kill Rebekah and I consider Finn untouchable, you guys walk into a sunset together."

Lorena scoffed, "Don't trust him. The Originals are linked if one dies they all die." Sage looked angrily at Damon before quickly snapping his neck.

Then she turned to Lorena, "I guess we have an white oak tree to burn."

Before they left for the Wickery bridge Lorena went to Damon's bedroom and fed Rebekah her blood so that she could heal faster. When she woke up the three of them left to burn the tree.

Damon drove towards the bridge and saw Rebekah, Lorena and Sage standing in front of a bonfire of the wood from the white oak tree. He stopped the car and got out, slamming the door.

Rebekah smirked evilly at him, "Your grand plans always seem to get ruined, don't they? Sorry to disappoint you. Again."

"Better luck next time." Lorena smirked before the two of them speeded off into the night.

・ • ・ • ・

I'm going to post two chapters this weekend. I need to speed up a little bit and get to the more interesting parts of the story. So, the next chapter is going to be up on Sunday. 

Thank you for reading. :)

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Ayato Maniac [Prologue]

ー The scene starts on the balcony in Banmaden

Cordelia: ...What is that wench’s problem...!? Ayato as well...!

How dare he oppose me like that...!

???: ...You seem to be in somewhat of a bad mood.

ー Richter approaches her

Richter: ーー However, you are beautiful even when upset, my precious Cordelia.

Cordelia: Richter...Hmph, what do you want?

Richter: I do not need a reason to be with you. Please do not be so cold to me.

Cordelia: Come on, if you want to keep me company that badly, come a little closer. ーー Get down on the floor, and lick my foot.

Richter: As you wish...

*Rustle*

Richter: Aah, Cordelia. You are the perfect woman. Every part of your body is stunning.

Cordelia: Why of course? ...Fufu...That position fits you very well. Come on, lick it.

Richter: It would be an honour, Cordelia...Nn.

Cordelia: ...Exactly. You are doing a great job, Richter...

Fufu...

...Right...All men in this world should be at my feet.

Yet...Ayato...You...!

Richter! I have had enough! Back off!!

ー Cordelia kicks him away

*Thud*

Richter: Ah!

Cordelia: Ah, gosh...! I have had enough of all these people.

Christa...That whore’s son...As well as the child of that hag Beatrix...

Destroying his violin did not deal nearly enough damage ...Fufufu.

Either way, if only I can retrieve my heart from that little girl...

Richter: Cordelia...

I will return your heart to you at all costs, my beloved.

For your sake, I do not mind just how much blood I have to get on these hands of mine.

Cordelia: Richter...Thank you. I am relying on you, fufufu.

However...Let me deliver the final blow, okay? I want to retrieve what belongs to me with my own hands.

In front of Ayato...I will rip out her heart...! What do you think? Sounds like the perfect come-back, no? 

Richter: Yes, Cordelia!

Cordelia: Nfu~ I knew you would say that.

As a reward for meeting my expectations...

I shall bless you with a kiss. Nn...

Richter: ...! Aah...Cordelia...!

ー The scene shifts to the Sakamaki manor

Reiji: ーー Hm? Aah. You can seal that invitation now.

Yui: Okay.

Reiji: Please use that candle over there to seal the envelopes.

Yui: Y-Yes...

*Flip*

Yui: ( There’s still so many left...I wonder how much longer it will take...? )

*Flip flip*

Reiji: Good grief...Starting with that good-for-nothing, I wonder why none of the people in this house are willing to help out with anything.

They are acting as if none of this concerns them. Honestly...

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( However, even if they were here, I feel like Reiji-san might have a hard time either way... )

*Flip flip*

ー Ayato enters the living room

Ayato: Woah, look who’s working hard over here! You’re practically buried underneath those letters, Chichinashi!

Yui: Ayato-kun!

Reiji: Ayato! Honestly, you are so...If you have the time to poke fun at someone else, how about you actually help out a little?

Ayato: In your dreams. That’s not my job.

Yui: ( I’ve been worried since he has been cooped up in his room as of late but...Seems like he’s doing well. )

Ayato: ...

ー Ayato leaves again

Yui: Ah...

( I guess he’s still... )

...W-Wait, Ayato-kun!

ー Yui chases after him

Reiji: You too!? Halt, Komori Yui!

Yui: I’m sorry! I’ll get back right away...!

ー The scene shifts to the forest outside

Yui: Haah, haah, haah...Ayato-kun!

Ayato: You...Why did you follow me all the way out here?

Weren’t you helpin’ out Reiji?

Yui: I was but...I wanted to talk to you for a bit.

Ayato: Hm...

Yui: W-What brings you here?

Ayato: Not like there’s anythin’ fun to do inside my room. Our family doesn’t need another shut-in besides Subaru.

My mind ends up wanderin’ as well...

So I figured I would get some fresh aーー

...No...

Yui: ...?

Ayato: I just remembered somethin’ great. Follow me for a bit.

Yui: Eh? S-Sure...

( I wonder what’s wrong? )

ー The scene shifts to the flower field

Ayato: Ohー... They’re bloomin’, just like I thought...

Yui: Ayato-kun, this isーー

Ayato: ーー Lunar eclipse flowers.

Apparently they only bloom durin’ an eclipse. Last time, I came across them by pure coincidence...

I bet you like this kinda stuff, don’t you?

Yui: Yeah...

They’re so pretty...

( ...Every day has been filled with anxieties ever since we came here. )

( However, perhaps I was being too afraid of this place, simply because it is foreign to me. )

Ayato: ...

Yui: The Demon World, you see...It’s obviously different from my own world, so there’s a bunch of surprises...

However, I now realize it’s home to such beautiful flowers as well.

This is where you and your brothers grew up, isn’t it?

In that case, I want to get to know it better as well.

Ayato: Yui...

*Rustle*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Don’t you dare show that expression of yours to anyone else, ‘kay? That’s a promise with Yours Truly.”

“Vistin’ these kind of spots isn’t bad once in a while, right? I was so kind to take you here, so you better be grateful, Chichinashi.”

Ayato: ...Even so, don’t just go wanderin’ ‘round while leavin’ yourself completely defenseless, ‘kay?

No matter in which world we are, you are still mine, remember?

Oi, do you understand that?

Yui: Ayato-kun...

Yeah...I belong to you, Ayato-kuーー

*Rustle*

Ayato: ...!

Who’s there!?

???: ...My sincere apologies. I did not mean to interrupt.

I am simply one other person drawn to this place by the lunar eclipse flowers.

Yui: ( Who is this guy...? )

Ayato: ...What? Haven’t seen you ‘round here?

Mertz: Nice to meet you. ーー My name is Mertz.

Yui: Mertz...san...

Mertz: Exactly. This presence...That gentleman over there is a Vampire, is he not? So am I. Furthermore...

I could not help but become captivated by the image of a young, interspecies couple sharing their mutual love amidst the beautiful flower fields.

Ayato: Ah!? Don’t make me gag!! Get out of my sight!!

Mertz: ...You say that but...I am not quite sure where I should go...

Yui: ...? What do you mean?

Mertz: To tell the truth, I am a bit of an outcast seeing as I was both born and raised in the human world...

Even so, to reconnect with my roots as a demonic species, I made the decision to return to this world.

That being said...This place is simply too different from the human world.

I have been aimlessly wandering around, unknowing where to go.

Ayato: Hm...

Yui: ( He was born and raised in the human world...Which means he is the same as me. )

( In that case, I can definitely sympathize with him. )

( Above all...He must be horribly lonely. Me too, if I didn’t have Ayato-kun and the others, who knows what... )

Mertz: ...Excuse me...I realize this might be very imprudent of me to ask, however...

I am sure we met here through some sort of fate. Would you be so kind...to teach me about the Demon World?

Ayato: Aah? Just walk ‘round here for a bit and you’ll figure things out whether you like it or not.

Mertz: I am sure, but...

Ayato: Then leave already!

Yui: W-Wait, Ayato-kun. Let’s try hearing him out first.

Ayato: Aah!?

Yui: I kind of understand how he would feel at a loss here...

Ayato: ...Haah...

Yui: Please, Ayato-kun?

Ayato: ...

...Che, fine.

If we return to the castle now, we’ll just get another one of Reiji’s annoyin’ lectures anyway.

Mertz: Aah...! Thank you so much! I have found some reassuring comrades down here!

Ayato: Comrades? Don’t get the wrong idea now...

Yui: ( Thank god...While we’re at it, it’ll be a great opportunity for me to learn about the Demon World as well. )

ー The scene shifts to Mertz’ manor

Yui: ( So this is Mertz-san’s home...? )

Ayato: ...Hm? What’s this smell?

...! Oi, what’s this thing sittin’ on the table?

Mertz: Fufu, they’re extra-large takoyaki made with a special spice blend.

Ayato: Takoyaki, you say...!?

Mertz: Oh dear? If you like these, go ahead and have one.

Ayato: ...

...Well, guess I have no other choice if you insist. I’ll try one then.

...

This stuff’s hella delicious!

Yui: A-Ayato-kun! You shouldn’t eat them all...

Ayato: Shut up! Never heard of survival of the fittest? The early bird gets the worm!

Mertz: Fufu, good point. That might be how things work in this world.

Ayato: Oh! You get me!

Yui: ( Gosh, Ayato-kun... )

( But...I do want him to smile brightly like this after all. )

Mertz: ...

ー The scene shifts to the reception hall in Banmaden

Shin: Nii-san! Nii-san, listen to me!

Why did you give a physical body to that woman!?

She’s been going around acting as if the whole world belongs to her...I’ve reached my limit. Can I just kill her already?

Carla: ーー You cannot.

Give that woman free reign for now. She will eventually begin to carry out her duty.

Shin: What do you mean...?

Carla: She is an important piece in the puzzle to put an end to Karlheinz.

Shin: Hm...I feel like I understand, yet not quite at the same time.

However...Seems like things are about to get interesting. Hehe...!

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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Proposal Imagines

I’m back on my bullshit! This was supposed to be short, but then it took a week and a half to write and is almost twice as long as my longest one shot. Oops. These should all be gender neutral and I hope you enjoy! I got to explore two characters I don’t write for very often, so I’m super excited to present this. And there are like, three uses of (Y/N). 

Total Word Count: 8,096

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

Din Djarin:

Din fiddled with the jewelry, nerves pulling his stomach into complicated knots. He’d been doing research for months, ever since he’d finally felt like it was the right time to get married. Culturally, marriage was like a retirement sentence for Mandalorians, but he didn’t care. He could bend the rules for you. 

Finding what to propose with had been hell. In your culture, proposals were done with rings, but in his, you offered your partner your signet if they had none. He had consulted the Armorer, and she had forged him the necklace he was holding now. It was a good compromise between the two customs, they had both decided 

It was solid beskar, a loose collar of sorts, ornate and delicate so it didn’t look like you were a slave. Dangling in the center was his mudhorn signet, which would settle between your collarbones. 

Shifting in the grass, Din wondered if he’d chosen the wrong spot. But no, the picturesque fields of Sorgan felt right. It was where you’d met, and hopefully, it was where you’d be wed. 

“Cyar’ika?” Din said, seeing you come up the ridge. Grogu was with Omera, so this would be a purely uninterrupted moment. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah!” You said happily, seeing the world glitter below you. “This is amazing Din. Thank you for bringing me.” 

Din took a breath. Your back was to him, and he decided to do this before his cowardice took over. “Cyar’ika,” he said. “Do you know how Mandalorians say I love you?” 

You turned, confused. “No?” 

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.” Din was starting to feel nauseous. He really hoped you said yes. “It’s an indirect translation, but it literally means ‘I know you and hold you in my heart forever.’” 

“Din,” you said, putting a hand on his pauldron. “What are you saying?” 

Din wanted to cry. “I love you,” he said softly. “More than words in any language can describe. I want you here, safe and by my side forever.” He knelt down, pulling out the necklace and watching your eyes go wide. “I know we live dangerous lives. We could die tomorrow, for all we know. But will you honor my wishes today and become my riddur?” 

You nodded immediately, tears glittering in your eyes as Din stood and fastened the necklace around your neck. “Din,” you breathed. “Oh Din it’s beautiful.” 

“Indestructible too,” Din said, somehow even more nervous for what came next. “I’m unfamiliar with your marriage traditions, but a Mandalorian marriage is very simple.” 

You put a hand on the signet charm. “My wedding customs involve a party and a public exchange of vows.” 

“We can do it in town, if you want,” Din offered. “I have vows, words that make a marriage official in the eyes of the Maker. But there is a custom of mine that must be done here.” 

“What?” You asked, genuinely confused. 

Din put his hands on his helmet, but found that he couldn’t lift it. His arms wouldn’t do it. You, understanding, took a gentle step forward and put your hands overtop his. “Can I?” 

“Yes.” 

You lifted the helmet slowly, revealing his face inch by precious inch. When it was all exposed, you looked him in the eyes for the first time, taking him in. “Oh Maker,” you breathed. “You- I mean- Your-“ You were clearly at a loss for words. “Brown eyes,” you finally said. “Brown fucking eyes. Din Djarin, you and your eyes will be the death of me.” 

Din smiled, and he could’ve sworn he heard you swear under your breath. “I love you.” 

You nodded. “Ni- damn, I forget. How do I say it?” 

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.” 

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum Din Djarin.” 

Marcus Moreno:

To say Marcus was worried about getting married again would’ve been a gross understatement. 

He was downright terrified. 

You and him had known each other since high school, and had been together for a few years now. You’d been there when his late wife passed, and now he was hoping to marry you. 

He just needed one thing first. 

“Missy?” 

Missy looked up as Marcus slid into her room, looking as nervous as he felt. “Wow Dad,” she said, turning from her desk. “You look horrible.” 

Marcus sat on the edge of Missy’s bed. “Come here. I want to talk to you about something important.” 

“Is it (Y/N)?” Missy asked as she sat next to Marcus. 

“Yeah,” Marcus said. “I love them very much, and I know nothing will ever replace your mother. But, if you’re comfortable with it, I want to ask (Y/N) to marry me.” 

Missy smiled. “Dad, they make you happy,” she said. “You don’t need my permission.” 

“I know,” Marcus said, pulling Missy into a hug. “But I want to make sure you’re comfortable with me marrying someone new.” 

“Well then,” Missy said. “You have my blessing. On one condition.” 

Marcus smiled. “What is it?” 

“I get to be a flower girl.” 

“I think we can arrange that.” 

That night, Marcus sent Missy down the street to a friend’s house for the evening. She wished him good luck before skipping out the door, following her friend to her house. 

When you came home from work, Marcus was there to pull you close and kiss you, smiling as you laughed. “Someone’s happy to see me,” you said. “You’re not usually home when I get home.” 

“I took off today,” Marcus said. “They kept nagging me to take a break, and Missy has off from school too.”

“Where is the little troublemaker?” You asked, shedding your coat and looking around. 

Marcus headed into the kitchen, you following him. “Lucy invited her over for the evening,” he said. “I figured we could finally have some adult time. I made dinner.” 

You gasped, seeing the food on the table. “Marcus! You didn’t have to!” 

“I don’t mind,” Marcus promised, pulling your chair out. “C’mon, don’t let it get cold.”

While you ate, you talked about all sorts of mundane things. Work was the first, and then you complained about the deer that were somehow getting into the garden. Marcus agreed that that was a problem, but promised he’d look into it. 

Finally, he was able to take your empty plate and set it in the sink. “Hey babe,” he said, still standing. “I was thinking earlier today.”

“Oh lord,” he heard you say. “Marcus, what’s going on?” 

Marcus fumbled with the ring box as he turned and got on one knee. Everything he’d planned on saying, the speech he’d been reciting in his head all day, it was all gone as soon as he saw your face. All he could muster was a small “please?” 

“Marcus,” you said softly. “Oh Marcus. Are you okay?” 

In truth, no he wasn’t. But he cleared his throat and finally found the ability to speak. “I know,” he said softly. “I know you said we would never need a ring, but I think the time is right, and I love you more than anything in the world.” 

You slid out of your chair and knelt in front of Marcus, so you were on his level. “Marcus,” you said, putting your hands on his face. “Are you ready for this?” 

Marcus nodded. “I am,” he promised. “And Missy is too.” 

“Then yes,” you said, smiling wide. “I can’t wait to marry you Marcus.” 

“And I can’t wait to marry you,” Marcus said, pulling you into a tight hug and cradling you close. “Thank you.” 

You laughed. “As if I could ever say no.” 

You and Marcus stayed on the floor until you heard a familiar voice say, “Did you ask yet?” 

“Missy!” Marcus looked up quickly, surprised. “When did you get home?” 

“Just now,” Missy said. “Was it a yes?” 

You opened your arms, tugging Missy into the hug pile on the floor. “It was a yes.” 

Max Phillips: 

You loved Max more than anything. He was kind to you, handsome, and an all around good boyfriend. Not to mention the fact that he was undead, which was a surprising perk. 

However, lately, he’d been acting really weird. 

It was an unsettling kind of weird. He would spend more time than usual away from you, he was definitely hiding something, and he was so damn jumpy and defensive when you asked about it. 

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Max!” You shouted through your townhouse. “Max! I want to talk to you! Now!” 

Max came up from the basement, which had been named his area for vampire shit, so you never entered. “What’s up babe?” 

“We’ve been dating for a while now,” you said. “So I know when you’re hiding something from me.” 

“Babe,” Max said, almost warningly. “Stop.” 

“No!” You said, finally putting your foot down. “What the hell are you doing? You’re in the basement all the damn time, I never see you, and you always act super guilty around me! What the hell?” 

Max’s face paled, and he sat at the kitchen table. “Babe. Please, I can’t-“ 

“Jesus,” you grumbled, already knowing where this was going. “Max! I love you! I love you a lot! But this again?” 

“I’m trying to find a way to propose to you!” Max snapped, standing quickly. 

You stopped, mouth open. “Propose?” 

Max nodded, and you were sure that if he could, he would be crying. “Yeah. Propose.” 

“Oh.” You felt oddly guilty for yelling now. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine,” Max mumbled, sitting back down. “I should’ve been more open with you.” 

You shook your head, moving closer to Max so you were standing between his legs and he could rest his head on your chest. “Max, I’m sorry I yelled. But I don’t understand. Why were you spending so long in the basement to try and propose?” 

“When a vampire takes a human partner, a typical proposal includes a turning,” Max admitted, his words muffled by your shirt. “I was researching and preparing.”

You smiled. “Do I get a ring too?” 

Max chuckled a bit, and you were glad to hear it. “Yeah. I found a nice black one with rubies in it. It’s downstairs.” 

“You had all of this planned out,” you said, burying your hands in Max’s hair. “Right down to the ring.” 

“Right down to the ring,” Max agreed with a smile. “I was going to propose officially this weekend.” 

“This weekend,” you murmured. “I’ll clear my schedule.” 

On Friday evening, Max finally took you downstairs, clearly nervous. The basement was small, and Max had only made it more cramped by putting what you suspected was a tattoo chair in the room. It had thick leather straps that unnerved you, but from what Max had said last night when he explained turning, you would need them. 

“Max,” you said softly, sitting in the chair and watching your boyfriend shuffle around. “I’m scared.” 

“I know,” Max said softly, passing a ring box over and over in his hands. “Here.” 

The ring inside was beautiful. It was minimalistic, a simple band of black metal with a small ring of tiny rubies that glittered in the artificial lights. “Max,” you said, sliding the ring on. “I love it.” 

Max smiled, kissing you. “I’m glad. Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” 

Max was very careful strapping you down, and when he was done, he kissed your forehead one last time, mumbling out an apology before sinking his fangs into your neck. 

It was like nothing you’d ever experienced. Max had fed from you before, but this, this burned like someone had injected you with lava. You were sure you were screaming, and then your vision went black. 

You woke Tuesday morning, a sharp metal taste on your tongue. Max was beside you, reading a book and blinking very slowly. Even for an undead vampire who needed no sleep, days on end without resting was hell, and it showed on Max. 

“Babe!” Max said, noticing you were awake and standing quickly, abandoning his book. “Are you hungry?” 

“Yes?” You said, confused. “My stomach hurts, but I don’t want food.” 

Max nodded, undoing the straps and helping you sit up. “You’re thirsty. Here, try this.” He handed you a bottle and you chugged half of it, feeling a warmth spread through your body. “Feeling better?” 

You nodded, putting the bottle down. “Yeah. Did it work?” 

“Yep,” Max said, kissing your forehead. “You’re a vampire, and we’re engaged.” 

That sent a giddy feeling through you. “We are going to have the weirdest wedding ever.” 

Max laughed. “I agree.” 

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales: 

“Babe!” You shouted through the house, knowing Frankie was downstairs. “I’m taking a bath!” 

“Oh!” Frankie said, and you could hear him thudding up the stairs. “Use this! I found it off Instagram, well actually Benny found it, but he said you might like it!” 

You smiled, taking the black bath bomb. “This is very Game of Thrones-y,” you said, turning the bath bomb over in your hands. It was black, with a vibrant orange stripe around the middle. The entire thing was egg shaped, with small scales that made you fairly certain it was supposed to be a dragon egg. 

“Eh,” Frankie said with a shrug. “It wasn’t marketed as a Game of Thrones egg, but I guess it does look really Mother of Dragons-ish.” 

You laughed, kissing Frankie on the cheek. “Thank you. I’ll use it. But when I stain the tub, you’re cleaning it.” 

Frankie stuck his tongue out at you, and you scrunched your face at him as you closed yourself in the bathroom. 

Once the bath was filled, you’d lit a candle, set up a glass of water, and got into the tub, you began to slowly unwrap the bath bomb. The smell was familiar, in a weird way. It smelled like fruit and wood smoke, the same smell Frankie carried on his whenever he went camping and ate an entire pound of strawberries. You smiled, dipping the bath bomb under the water and relaxing as it hissed and bubbled, slowly turning the entire bath black. 

The bath bomb was mostly fizzed away when you saw something in the bath with you. 

Your immediate reaction was to freak out, but it clearly wasn’t a bug, nor was it anything disgusting. It was a clear plastic sphere with gold inside. 

Curious, you scooped the small sphere out and rolled it over in your hands. You’d heard of bath bombs having small surprises in them, and Frankie must’ve not realized. You popped the sphere open, fully expecting a small toy. 

You did not expect a ring. 

The ring was gorgeous. The metal was a darker grey, with an upside down teardrop shaped gem in the middle that shimmered in all sorts of oranges and pinks and reds. Circled around the round part of the gem was a tiny dragon, almost like it was defending its hoard. 

You smiled, setting the ring on the floor and turning back to the sphere. There was one more thing inside. A small slip of gold paper. Written on one side of the paper was care information, the size, the return policy, and on the other side...

“Francisco Morales I am going to kill you!” You screamed, standing and sending water sloshing everywhere. 

The other side of the paper read ‘Will you marry me?’ 

You could hear Frankie laughing on the other side of the door as you quickly wrapped yourself in a towel and yanked the door open. “Explain.” 

Frankie was sitting on the floor, a huge dorky grin on his face. “You said you didn’t want a traditional ring. And Benny actually did suggest the bath bomb. Really, if anyone should be in trouble, it should be him!” 

“Good god Frankie,” you mumbled, scoping the ring up and examining it. “It’s beautiful.” 

“Is it?” Frankie asked, standing to get a better look. “There were ten options. Oh, that one’s my favorite.” 

You sighed. “Are you also going to get a dragon ring?” 

“Yeah!” Frankie said eagerly, taking his phone out of his pocket. “Mine’s more masculine, but it has the scales, and the stone is the same.” 

“You know,” you said, fiddling with the ring. “You never actually asked me.” 

Frankie’s eyes went wide. “Do you want me to?” 

Smiling, you shrugged. “If you want to.” 

Frankie took the ring from you and got down on one knee. “Baby, will you marry me? Even if it is with a dumb dragon ring?” 

You laughed, nodding and kneeling down so you could kiss Frankie. “Absolutely Frankie. I will marry you. Dumb dragon ring and all.” 

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels: 

You sighed, examining yourself in the mirror. You’d chosen one of your favorite formal outfits for tonight, as Jack had asked. He was coming directly from work to pick you up, and you couldn’t wait. 

You’d known Jack for a long time, and you’d been there for him through thick and thin. When you started dating, he was reluctant and hesitant. But now, five years later, your relationship was as natural as breathing. 

“I’m home!” Jack called through the house, and you rushed out to meet him, kissing his cheek and smiling. 

Jack slid a hand down your back as he kissed you properly. “Why hello,” he said smoothly. “Are we ready to go darlin’?” 

You nodded, bending down to put your shoes on before righting yourself and shifting a bit to get comfortable. “Yep! Ready to go. Still don’t know where we’re going though.” 

“I want to treat my baby on our anniversary,” Jack explained, keeping his hand low on your back as you walked to his car. “We’re going out to dinner.” 

It had been so long since Jack had taken you to dinner, and you were surprisingly eager when he helped you into the car. “Where are we going?” 

“Out,” Jack said, putting his hand on the center console and grinning as you automatically held it on your own. “It’s a surprise, baby.” 

You pouted playfully, smiling as Jack began to drive. Jack was the master of planned surprises, and you had no doubt that this night would be unforgettable. 

The restaurant was very nice, something you had assumed considering your current state of dress. Jack even left his hat in the car as he walked out. He had a reservation, and the waiter showed you two to your table with a friendly grin. 

“Jack,” you said happily, looking around. “This is lovely.” 

“Five years,” Jack replied, taking your hand. “It’s a big number. I wanted to do something special.” 

You laughed. “Jack, honey today would’ve been special no matter what.” 

The waiter came back, and you two ordered dinner, Jack reassuring you that you could get whatever you wanted. 

For a little over half an hour you two talked, ate, and laughed together. Jack told you about work, making you laugh when he told you about how Tequila, who you’d met exactly once, had tried to use Jack’s lasso to grab a chair and accidentally pulled said chair into his face, giving himself a black eye. 

Once the food had been eaten and you were considering dessert, you noticed Jack was starting to look nervous. “Jack? Is everything okay?” 

Jack nodded. “Yeah, baby. I’m fine. I actually have a question for you.” 

“Okay?” 

“I’ve loved you for a while,” Jack said, taking your hands. “You make my life so much better and you saved me from living alone and sad. I’ve called you mine in words for fine years now, but I want it to be official.” Jack moved, still holding your hands, and knelt down in front of you. “I know our relationship is rocky, but I love you so much. Will you marry me?” 

You swallowed down tears, trying not to cry your eyes out in public. “Jack,” you said softly. “Yes. I will.” 

Jack dropped one of your hands and pulled a ring out, sliding it onto your finger. 

There was dead silence, and then someone began to clap, starting a tidal wave of noise and congratulations. 

The rest of your night was spent in varying states of euphoria. Jack joked, as he led you back to the car, that you two could consummate the marriage in the back of his car.

“Okay casanova,” you said with a laugh as Jack undid his tie and top button of his shirt. “Can it wait until we get home, at least?” 

Jack smiled, draping his tie around your neck and pulling you close for a kiss. “No, I don’t think so,” he purred into your ear. “Shall we?” 

You pretended to consider. “Y’know what?” You said softly, leaning in so you were speaking directly into Jack’s ear. “I think we shall.” 

Ezra:

To say Ezra was a man of many words would’ve been an understatement. He was arguably a man of too many words, each one more elegant than the last. He could come up with elaborate poems basically on the spot, and writing was a piece of cake for him.

So why was he having such trouble trying to find the right words to propose to you? 

Ezra sighed, looking at the small ring box with the ring inside. He’d commissioned it custom, so that the stone was one he’d collected on your first prospecting trip together. You were completely unaware of his antics, he hoped. The only thing Ezra had left to do was find the words to propose. 

Which was proving to be harder than he’d originally anticipated. 

“Ezra?” You said from the other side of the pod. “Ezra? It’s dinner time.” 

Ezra sighed, putting the ring in his pocket and pulling aside the divider that separated the pod into rooms. At this point, he was bracing himself for just winging it and hoping he was just as poetic in the moment. 

“Hey Ez,” you said, turning when he walked into the kitchen area. “Long day?” 

“Is it that obvious starlight?” Ezra said with a laugh. “Today was a lot.” 

You smiled, putting a plate in front of Ezra. “Well, at least dinner is done.” 

Ezra nodded, tangling his feet with yours when you sat down with your plate. “Starlight, I was thinking today.” 

“Oh?” You said around a mouthful of food. “That mind of yours is truly never idle, is it?” 

“You know me so well starlight,” Ezra said. “I was thinking about our future.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Our future? Ez, what do you mean?” 

Ezra shuffled his feet, still keeping his ankles tangled around yours. “I was filling out paperwork today for my solo job.”

Your face fell. Ezra had been offered a solo job that you were unable to do with him. He’d be away for months, and last time you and him had been apart, he’d been marooned on the Green and came back four years later with one arm missing. 

“Oh starlight,” Ezra murmured, taking your hand. “No, it’s not bad my dear. I was reading the papers again. In the fine print, I found something that intrigued me. There is a way for you to accompany me.” 

You perked up at that, and he could see the hope in your face. “Really?” 

“Yes,” Ezra confirmed. “My starlight, I am allowed to bring family members by blood and by law.” 

“By law?” He could see the confusion take over your face. “Ezra, what are you saying?” 

Ezra put his hand in his pocket, hoping this wouldn’t all backfire. “Starlight, I’m asking you to marry me.” 

You were quiet for a second as he pulled out the ring and held it out. “Ezra,” you breathed softly. “Are you serious?” 

“I have loved you for years, starlight,” Ezra said. “And marriage has always been something I wanted to discuss with you. But this job made me realize I want nothing if I can’t share it with you.” 

“Oh Ezra,” you said, taking the ring and looming closer at it. “Is this?” 

“The first stone we harvested together,” Ezra confirmed. “It is.” 

You swallowed hard and smiled. “Ezra. Of course I’ll marry you.” 

Ezra carefully put the ring on your finger and pulled you across the tiny table to kiss you deeply. “Thank you my dear. I think you have truly made me the happiest man in the universe.” 

“Anything for you, Ezra,” you murmured, already looking forward to a future by Ezra’s side.

Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey:

Shane was not a marriage guy. Not in the slightest. You’d asked him once about it, mostly for tax reasons, and he’d immediately told you he wasn’t going to do all that shit for a piece of paper and a ring. 

So you’d never brought it up again. 

However, you’d been dating Shane for almost seven years, and you’d only just noticed something peculiar about him. He never really wore his jewelry or any of that around your apartment, mostly because when he was home he wasn’t Dio the goth king of New York, he was Shane the weird but funny boyfriend. But you’d noticed when he was taking his rings off one day that he wore one or even two on all of his fingers except for his left ring finger. 

“Babe?” You said, sitting beside Shane on the couch while you two watched Jeopardy. “Why don’t you wear your rings in the house?” You’d been playing with Shane’s hand during the movie, and you’d finally managed to ask him. 

“I don’t want to bring Dio home,” Shane said, curling his fingers around your hand. “I’ve told you that before. Why?” 

You shrugged, still not looking at Shane. “Dunno. Curious.” You traced your index finger down Shane’s ring finger. “You don’t wear a ring here.” 

Shane was quiet for a minute before he sighed. “Baby, I don’t want to wear a ring there. Yet.” 

“Yet?” You asked, apprehensive. 

“One day,” Shane said slowly. “I’d like to get married. But I’m young, and I’m king, you know.” 

You smiled. “I can’t rule alongside you?” You asked. 

Shane laughed, kissing your head. “Maybe one day you can, my dove.” 

The next day, while you were out, you stopped by a small local business that you and Shane both loved. He got most of his Dio clothes at the shop, and you occasionally found something for yourself, like the patched leather jacket that matched Shane’s. 

“Hey! It’s the soon to be reigning monarch of New York City!” Marissa said happily upon seeing you come in. “How’s it hanging?” 

“Hey Ris,” you said, looking absently at a pair of vintage style pants. “I’m doing good, and so’s Shane.” 

Ris smiled. “Only you could have the guts to call the king of New York by his actual name.” 

You laughed, leaning on a jewelry case to talk to Ris. “He asked me to! I’ve told you before, he doesn’t bring Dio home with him. He’s a bad influence on my kind, law-abiding boyfriend.” 

Now it was Ris’s turn to laugh. “Oh honey,” she said. “Now I know you’ve lost it.” She paused, seeing you looking mesmerized into the case below you. “See something you like?” 

“Yeah, actually,” you murmured, pointing to a specific ring. “That.” 

Ris pulled the ring out. “It’s Dio’s size,” she said softly. 

“Oh Ris,” you mumbled. “Shane and I were talking about marriage yesterday. He said he wasn’t ready yet, but he had that look in his eyes. Y’know the one where he’s hiding something from me.” 

“Honey,” Ris said, cutting you off. “If you feel the time is right, go for it. Don’t wait for him to ask.” 

That afternoon, you went home with the ring in your pocket. It truly was a very Shane ring. You’d feared it would be overly simple and lost among the heavy and ornate rings Dio wore all day, but the small skull made from a gleaming pearl that was set into the band of dark metal was the perfect balance between Shane and Dio.

All you had to do now was ask. 

You planned to ask during dinner, but Shane wasn’t home for dinner. He’d left with his long leather coat, so you could only assume he was out doing Dio things. So, instead of eating dinner with Shane, you ate alone, the ring box growing heavier and heavier in your pocket with each passing minute. 

Finally, about halfway through Jeopardy, which you hated watching without Shane, he came home. He looked exhausted, falling onto the couch without taking his rings or coat off. His eyes blinked closed and he let out a long breath. 

“Shane?” You asked, scooting and pulling your boyfriend’s head into your lap. “Long day?” 

“Too fucking long,” Shane agreed, a smile pulling at his lips when you began to rub his temples, hoping to clear away his headache. “How’s Jeopardy?” 

You shrugged. “Boring tonight,” you said. “No good categories.” 

Shane yawned, and you carefully took his hands, beginning to take his rings off. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” He asked, opening his eyes so he could watch you as you lined each ring up on the coffee table. 

You smiled, putting a ring with a heavy bird skull on the table. “How do you wear these all day?” You mused, mostly to yourself. “These rings must weigh a few pounds, at least.” 

“You get used to it,” Shane promised, rolling so he could wrap his arms around your waist. “C’mon, I wanna snuggle.” 

“Alright,” you said, abandoning the rings. “We can snuggle.”  

The next morning, Shane had to leave again, but he was able to delay it so you and him left at the same time when you left for work. As he got dressed, you looked over his ring lineup. Slipping the one you’d bought yesterday into the line, you perked up as Shane came out of the bedroom. 

“Looking good,” you said happily, seeing Shane in your favorite, a tight pair of leather pants and a black tank top. “C’mere, I wanna see if I remember where all your rings go.” 

Shane sat on the couch, holding out his hands and grinning. You mirrored his grin, starting on his right pinky finger and working your way in. It was easy, considering you’d put them in order yesterday. When you reached his left hand, you started to get nervous. But there was no backing down now. 

“And one more,” you said, sliding the skull ring onto Shane’s left ring finger. 

He looked down at his hands, confused. “Babe, I’ve got an extra.” 

“I know.” 

Shane lifted his head, meeting your eyes. “Are you proposing?” 

You shook your head. “No!” You said, maybe a bit too quickly. “No, I just, I wanted you to have something to remind you of me while you were out, and-“ 

“Yes.” 

You stopped, voice failing at Shane’s single word. “Yes?” 

“Yes,” Shane repeated. “I’ll marry you if you want.” 

It took a minute of dead silence for you to understand what Shane was saying, but when you did, you couldn’t hold back the tears. “Shane.” 

Shane was equally as emotional as you, his tears running black and making you laugh. “Shane,” you giggled. “Your eyeliner.” 

“Oh.” Shane touched his cheek and began to laugh. “Dammit! I’m gonna have to fix that.” 

You smiled, pulling Shane in for a kiss. “What if we stayed home today? To celebrate?” 

Shane scooped you up, holding you tight against his body as he carried you to your bedroom. “Y’know what? I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

Javier Peña: 

Having Javier home was the greatest gift of all. He’d been in Columbia for so long that you’d almost forgotten him, the way he laughed and cried and spoke. And then, by some miracle, he came home and to you. 

Which was where you were now, home in Texas while Javier received phone call after phone call, and you occasionally caught snippets of the conversations, something about Cali and Columbia. You were scared to ask what that was about, but at the same time, not knowing was killing you. 

“Javi,” you said slowly one night, while you were making dinner. “What was that latest  call about?” 

“Work,” Javier grumbled, coming up behind you and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “I’m sure you’ve figured this out by now, you’re not stupid, but they want me to go back.” 

The thought of that chilled your blood. “And they still won’t let me come with you?” You asked hesitantly. 

“Probably not,” Javier said. “Circumstances are, if you can believe this, worse than they were when I left.” 

You made a face, pulling a pan off the heat and sighing. “Javier,” you said. “What if we got married?” 

Dead silence. You almost regretted asking, but you needed an answer. 

“No,” Javier said finally, voice sounding strangled. “No. If we were married, you’d be able to come with me, but I won’t allow that.” 

“Why?” You were sure he could hear the heartbreak in your voice. 

Javier shook his head. “Because what I saw down there was enough to scar me for ten lifetimes!” He said loudly. “And I don’t want that to happen to you.” 

You trembled, nodding your understanding. Javier slowly got closer, wrapping you in a hug. “I’m sorry I raised my voice,” he said gently. “But you must understand. It’s not that I don’t love you or don’t want to marry you. But I can’t risk you getting hurt, okay?” 

“Okay,” you mumbled. 

Three weeks later, you waved goodbye to Javier, tears pouring down your face. He looked equally as torn, but he kissed you firmly and promised, just as last time, he would be home again. 

And home again he was. 

For months, you tended to your house, waiting for the day when you’d hear Javier’s car pulling up on the rough gravel driveway. You almost lost hope more times that you could count, but the promise of having Javier home kept you going. He called, of course, and he wrote letters you put on the fridge. But nothing was the same as having the real Javier beside you.

It was the dead of winter when he returned home. Of course, Texas weather meant that it was still nice and warm out when you heard the car in the driveway. Perking up, you tried to remember if you’d invited anyone to visit. 

Peering through the peephole in the door, you sighed, seeing Javier’s oldest sister coming up to the house. “Hey Maria,” you said as you opened the door. “How’re you?” 

Maria shrugged. “Good. Missing my little brother, but what else is new?” 

You smiled. “Yeah. Come on in. I didn’t know you were coming today.” 

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Maria admitted. “But I was in the area and figured I’d drop by to see how you were holding up.” 

“Yeah,” you said slowly. “I’m doing fine. Javi wrote last week, and I’m so sorry, but the AC is completely dead. Do you wanna go outside?” 

Maria nodded. “That works. Sucks about your AC.” 

You tugged open the sliding door, looking back at Maria. “Eh. It’s fine. Simple fix, I just can’t do it myself.” 

As you turned, you felt your stomach drop to your shoes. “Javier?” 

Your boyfriend smiled, standing nervously in the yard. “Surprise.” 

After a second of stillness, you launched yourself at Javier, laughing and wrapping him in a tight hug. “You’re home!” 

Javier hugged you back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m home,” he murmured into your skin. “And I have a surprise for you.” 

You pulled away, watching Javier take a small box out of his pocket and dropping to one knee. “I’m so sorry,” he said as you gasped softly. “I should’ve asked before I left, and I should’ve taken you with me. I was just scared you’d be hurt, and I didn’t want to risk that. But I see now, I don’t want to go anywhere unless I can have you beside me. So please, my love, will you marry me?” 

“Yes!” You said happily, falling to your knees and pulling Javier in close. “Yes. I will.” 

Javier smiled, kissing you gently. “I figured a late proposal was better than no proposal at all,” he said. 

You laughed. “I agree.”

Maxwell Lord:

Max took a breath, trying to calm his racing mind. He’d been doing this periodically for over three hours now, as the clock grew closer and closer to five PM. 

Five PM. When he was supposed to pick you up and take you out for the night on a simple Valentine’s Day date. He’d take you to dinner, and then you two would walk around the reflecting pool, taking in the sights of DC at night. Hopefully, Max would work up the courage to get down on one knee then, but with the way things were looking right now, that wasn’t going to happen. 

“I’m a coward,” Max groaned into his hands, looking at the clock again. Four thirty. 

“Daddy?” 

Max immediately sat up, smiling wide as Alistair walked into the room. “Hey!” 

Alistair looked at Max’s desk and the ring box sitting next to his lamp. “What’s that?” 

“This,” Max said, pulling Alistair into his lap. “Is a ring for (Y/N).” 

“Like a wedding ring?” 

“Exactly like a wedding ring,” Max said, throat growing tight. “I’m going to ask them to marry me today.” 

Alistair smiled. “Will they say yes?” 

“I don’t know,” Max admitted. “I hope so.” 

“They love you a lot,” Alistair said. “They told me so!” 

Max paused. “They did?” 

“Mhm!” Alistair nodded. “They told me last night that they love you a lot and they want to spend every day with you.” 

Suddenly, Max’s anxieties over proposing melted away a tiny bit. “Thanks for telling me,” he said, kissing Alistair’s cheek. “That made me feel much better.” 

At five, Alistair waved good luck to Max as he went to go pick you up, and Max waved back, the ring box heavy in his pocket. 

You were waiting on the couch when Max entered the house, still in your pyjamas. “Maxie?” 

Max immediately rushed to your side, seeing your lidded eyes and the green tint to your skin. “Babe? Are you okay?” 

You nodded, and then shook your head quickly, leaning over and dry heaving into a bucket by the couch. Max rubbed your back, suddenly worried. “Babe?” 

When you resurfaced, you looked incredibly guilty. “I’m so sorry Max,” you said softly. “I know you had a lovely date planned out, but y’know how I told you one of my coworkers brought us takeout yesterday? Well the chicken I ate wasn’t good, and me and the other person who ate it have food poisoning.”

Max made a noise of sympathy, shedding his coat and undoing his tie. “Don’t feel bad,” he said. “I’ll reschedule the reservation, and we can go out next weekend.” 

You smiled weakly. “Thank you Max.” 

Max left you on the couch while he went upstairs to put his pyjamas on. As he changed his pants, the ring box fell out, and Max’s breath hitched. Well there went his plans to propose. He could totally do it next weekend, when you felt better. 

“Max?” 

Max’s head snapped around, seeing you in the doorway, looking at him with confusion. “Babe!” He said quickly. “Why aren’t you on the couch?” 

“I had to use the bathroom,” you said, coming closer. “Is that a ring?” 

Max took a breath. No hiding it now. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “It is.” 

You winced, and Max helped you sit on the bed. “Were you going to propose tonight?” 

Hesitantly, Max nodded. 

He heard your breath hitch, and then you started to cry, big hiccuping sobs that broke his heart as he pulled you into a hug. “Shh,” he comforted, rubbing your back as you cried into his bare chest. “Shh, it’s okay.” 

“But it isn’t!” You sobbed. “I ruined your proposal!” 

Max shook his head. “You haven’t ruined a single thing, my love,” he promised, rocking back and forth the same way he did when Alistair was crying. “None of this was your fault, okay?” 

You still cried for another ten minutes, and when you were drained of tears, Max still held you close, allowing you to slump against his body. 

“Babe?” Max finally breaks the silence. “Are you okay?” 

“No,” you whimpered against his chest. “Feel bad.” 

Max sighed. “Physically?” 

You nodded. 

“How can I help?” Max asked, kissing your forehead. “Do you need water?” 

“No,” you said hesitantly. “Just wanna stay here.” 

Max smiled, smoothing a hand over your hair. “Okay. We can stay here.” 

Late that night, after the sun had set and midnight had come and gone, you were still awake, throwing up as Max held your hair off your face and rubbed your back. “Oh babe,” he said, seeing your face stained in tears. “Hey, I’m right here. I’m never leaving.” 

You breathed heavy as Max helped you lean against his chest, your shoulder blades pressing against him, but he wasn’t about to complain. “Max?” 

“Yes?” 

“Are we engaged now?” 

Max blinked a few times. “What?” 

You turned, so he could see your eyes. “You had a ring, and said you were going to propose. Can we skip all the fancy shit and just be engaged now?” 

“Oh,” Max said, smiling. “Of course. Engaged. I like the sound of that.” 

Taking a breath, you fell against Max’s body, limp and exhausted, but oh so very happy. “Engaged,” he heard you murmur. “Sounds good.”

Oberyn Martell: 

(We all know Oberyn isn’t about to ever marry anyone. So I present, the next best thing) 

You sighed, leaning back against the soft bed and even softer pillows. Ellaria was on your left and Oberyn on your right, both holding you as you breathed heavy, still shivering from the ecstasy they had both just put you through. 

Oberyn turned your wrist over and kissed it gently, likely feeling your pulse beneath his lips. “My sun,” he murmured, making your pulse jump. “I was hoping to ask you a question.” 

Ellaria smiled, running her fingers gently over the warm expanse of your bare chest. You let your eyes flutter closed, leaning into her touch. 

“Ellaria,” Oberyn chastised, a smile in his voice. “Let the little sun focus.” 

You hummed. “I can listen,” you promised. 

Oberyn nodded, tucking himself closer to you. “My sun, I was hoping you would accompany me and Ellaria to King’s Landing in a week’s time.” 

The destination confused you, and you opened your eyes. “I thought Doran was to go to King’s Landing.” 

“He has fallen ill,” Oberyn said, tracing the knuckle of his index finger over your temple and down your cheekbone. “I must go in his place.” 

Ellaria continued to work her fingers across your skin, her hands dipping low onto your belly and her face curling into a smile as she saw how you reacted to her touches. “The prince would not take you if he thought there would be danger, my sun,” she reassured. “And I’m attending as well.” 

A sigh released from your lungs, and you nodded. “I will go,” you decided. “Only if I can have this for as long as I live.” 

Oberyn grinned, cat-like and mischievous. “As long as you live?” He asked, sitting up and back on his legs. “Ellaria, do you think we can manage that?” 

Ellaria pulled you into her lap, so your back was flush with her stomach, understanding where Oberyn was going. “My prince,” she purred. “My sun. I do believe we can.” 

“What do you say, little sun?” Oberyn asked, tracing over the ornate golden collar with the sun charm that you wore. “Shall we worship you forever?” 

You nodded, glad Oberyn had given you a chance to say no, you were too tired for this right now. But you weren’t, so you just eagerly accepted his touches, keening when Ellaria’s expert hands joined in. 

Oberyn, glowing in the light of the sun that filtered through the curtains, leaned down next to your ear, biting at your earlobe and smiling. “Forever, my sun.” 

You gasped, feeling Ellaria’s fingers pinch at your chest. “Forever, my prince.”

Pero Tovar: 

Traveling with Tovar and William was nothing less than hellish. The days and nights spent sleeping on sand without any water to wash your throats or bodies, the constant attacks from enemies you didn’t even know you had, the way your stomach rolled when you ran out of food, it was all enough for you to want to stay at whatever town you stopped at and never travel again. 

And then you remembered why you’d started traveling with the boys. 

Tovar had been your deciding factor, his grumpy face and seemingly insatiable appetite drew you to him, and while it took a while, you were finally able to break through and find his softer side. 

You’d been exploring this unknown softness for years now, and although marriage wasn’t something either of you wanted, or in Tovar’s case even knew much about, you had considered asking once or twice. 

Now was one of those times. William was in town, bartering for supplies, while you and Tovar remained in the single inn room. It was something you did often, share a single room between the three of you. You and Tovar fought for space on the first small bed, and William took the second one. If there was only one bed, William usually took the floor. 

You sighed, carding through Tovar’s hair. He’d been complaining about the length, but you’d told him there was nothing you could do until you reached a town. Now that you were in a town, you were able to sit your grouchy Spaniard down and trim his admittedly overgrown hair. 

“Pero,” you said, tossing another mangled chunk of hair into the fireplace. “What do you want from life?” 

“You’re getting awfully philosophical,” Tovar noticed, wincing when you tugged on a particularly stubborn hair mat. “Why?” 

You shrugged. “Sit still,” you said firmly. “I was just thinking, you bastard.” 

Tovar grumbled a bit, squaring his shoulders and doing his best to stay still. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted. “What I want.” 

“A lover?” You asked cautiously, and Tovar jerked in surprise, causing you to nick his ear with your scissors. “Christ! Pero! I could’ve cut your ear off!” 

Tovar pressed a hand to his ear, stopping the flow of blood. “Well don’t surprise me like that!” He countered. 

“Oh I’m sorry that the notion of taking a permanent lover scares you!” You yelled back, standing and walking as far from Tovar as you could get in the small room. You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling a dreadful emptiness in your stomach. 

“Hey,” Tovar said softly, stepping closer. “Are you okay?” 

You sniffled, trying to stop the tears. “Yeah.” 

Tovar put an arm around you. “Don’t lie,” he murmured, pulling you close. “What’s wrong?” 

“I just,” you said, voice wavering. “I don’t want us to be a mystery Pero. I want there to be a word for us.” 

“Like married?” 

Tovar’s words caught you off guard, and you couldn’t stop yourself from nodding. “Yeah. Like married.” 

“Amor,” Tovar said softly, running his hand down your spine. “I love you, you know. I love you a lot. But marriage, it’s hard for people like us. No priest worth his salt will bless us, and I cannot afford a ring.” The best I can offer you is me.” 

“Pero,” you breathed. “All I need is you.” 

You and Tovar remained in each other’s embrace for a while before you finally pulled away to treat his bleeding and finish his hair. You were working on a really knotted section on the back of Tovar’s neck when William returned, smiling at you two. “Look what I found!” 

He spilled the contents of a small leather coin purse onto his bed, revealing a few coins, two small blank rolls of parchment, and a glittering ring made of gold. 

Tovar picked up the ring and handed it to you. “You wanted a ring.” 

The ring didn’t fit your fingers by any means, but you laced it onto a strip of leather and put it around your neck, smiling. “Thank you Pero.” 

You turned Tovar to the fire once more, determined to finish your job. As you stood between his legs, working on his fringe, he leaned forward and kissed the ring where it rested on your sternum. “I suppose this means we’re married.” 

“I suppose it does,” you agreed, stepping back and tossing the last chunk of matted hair into the fire. “Looking good.” 

“Good enough to marry?” 

You laughed. “Yes Pero. Good enough to marry.”

[random-imagines-blog]

Walk Among the Dead {Louis de Ponte du Lac Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2414 Summary: A brooding vampire cannot take his eyes off you. How are you going to hold that attention?

It was your dancing which had caught his eye. You were making a display of yourself, seemingly so alive in this decrepit city. The smile on your face was large, like you were genuinely happy, something that Louis had not felt in a long time. But more than jealousy, you were triggering something else inside of those hollow bones of his. A longing thirst that came from deep within. He could see the blood running through the veins of your neck, the pulsing point, every single breath. He started to salivate, thinking of the sweet blood that must be coursing through you. Making it’s way to your face as you sweated in exertion but kept on going. The tangy, salty smell came from all of the humans, but yours was the only one that was enticing.

Louis sat in the darkness, watching. Wishing that he could be like you. Be like all of the humans once again, living without knowing what or who it was that went walking in the night. Able to drink wine, able to eat real food. Not living off of rats in the sewers, disgusting little things. Or killing the pretty little dogs of rich women. Look at them. All of their bodies squashed together like fish in a barrel, just ripe for the taking. But he only wanted you.

His eyes followed as you escaped from the throng, pushing hair out of your face, laughing with glee and adrenaline. You were coming in closer. He retreated further into the darkness. Leaning back against his chair. Becoming one with it. ‘Do not see me, do not see me’ he whispered as quietly as he could, barely able to hear himself, but keeping the sentiment and the power in his voice. But it did not work. You continued on in your trajectory towards him, bending down just a little.

“Why do you sit in the shadows?” You asked him, offering your hand. He could see the lines across your palm; the life line, the love line, on full display in front of his eyes. The wrist with it’s delicate veins just below. Nails short, dirty - but everyone’s were these days. It was a filthy town, New Orleans. Not like his own nails which were long, pointed, pristine. So obviously different from everyone elses. “Come join the dance with us. Do not be shy. We’re all friendly here.”

“But I am not,” Louis said, getting to his feet without your help. He intended to walk away but that hand kept enticing him. Even as he stood, cloaked in black, your hand was reaching out for him. Like a lifeline. Like you were ready to pull him back into the human world that he craved more than he craved blood. So he faltered. Like a coward, he stood there, unable to brush past you. To reject you. “I cannot dance with the others,” He told you, stiffly.

“So then dance with me!” You said, brightly. Your smile reminded him of the last sunrise that he had ever seen. The bright glow of it, eliminating everything that was dark and dreary on the landscape. And though his tongue poked at the fangs that were threatening to emerge in his mouth, though he felt the point craving your skin, he accepted, slipping his cold hand into yours. “It’s like touching a ghost, mister!” You exclaimed.

“I apologize,” He said, retreating, but you kept hold of his hand, holding it in both of yours now, trying to warm it up with your own body heat. He admired you for trying. Especially when you brought it up to your lips and blew your warm breath on it. Nothing would work. He knew that. But he thought for just a second that it might. “It is a condition, I’m afraid. There is nothing to be done.”

“Well, it was worth a try,” You said, still smiling, not allowing yourself to be discouraged. She let go with one hand so it was only one holding his own, fingers intertwined. “This is the part where you put your arm around my waist, sir.”

“It’s been a long time,” Louis admitted. He did occasionally dance with Lestat, the blonde haired brat prince, but he rarely took the lead in that one. Ever since he had met the vampire, he’d had the spiralling sense that he had no control over anything. And even though you were telling him what he should do, he was starting to feel a little ... bold? Like he could handle such a thing as a dance. He could be alright for just one, surely.

He moved his arm so that it was around your waist. He could feel the warmth of your blood through your clothing, you might as well have not been wearing any. Alone, secluded, a light breeze bringing the scent of your hair, of your skin to his nostrils. His mouth was watering at the closeness. It was so dark back here, he could have just a bite. And you tilted your head so perfectly, your neck all exposed...

“What’s your name, stranger?” You asked, snapping him out of his thirsty thoughts.

“Louis,” He said, slowly. He did not know at that moment that he would never again know a second’s peace. Your face would be plaguing his mind day after day, minute after minute, starting before he had ever known your name.

“A face like that should not be hiding away in a dark corner,” You said, pressing in close, chest to chest. The music was lively, and you were spinning with him, laughter echoing through his ears.

“Nor should yours,” He said back to you. Your laughter sounded like wind chimes in a breeze, enough to tickle the brain but not overpower his thoughts. He wished that it had - your blood was calling, calling - singing. He can’t take it anymore. The thirst is too overwhelming, it’s making his head spin. You gasped as  he let go of you midspin, sending you flying into the chair that he had recently vacated, but he did not look back. Instead, he walked quickly through the other couples, disappearing in the blink of an eye into a dark alleyway, searching for rats or perhaps an alley-cat to quench his thirst.

-

You were the most alive person that he had encountered in a very long time, but you haunted him nonetheless. Every night at sundown, as he awoke inside of his tomb-like coffin, he grew restless, looking over at the door every few seconds. Fighting against himself, jittering, until he would finally take the steps and leave the house, returning to where he had met you. He did not sit in the shadows this time, but stood in them, dwelled within them, disappeared entirely into them, only a flicker of his bright eyes occasionally seen, and thought to be that of an animal prowling. You came out often here to dance, and to socialize. But what was more interesting to him was the fact that though others had sat in the seat you had once pulled them from, you did not ask them to dance. You seemed to stick to a small group of people, rarely if ever deviating from it.

Interesting.

On one rather chilly night, as the fall was turning to winter and the nights were getting longer in this humid city, he attempted to sneak out as he usually had, but was caught this time. Your hand was upon his arm, making him freeze in place. “Hello Louis,” You said, pleasantly. “I thought you had forgotten all about this place.”

Your smile was more radiant up close than it ever had been from afar. He found himself at a loss for words. His plumped lips tried to form an apology but his voice would just not project. You laughed, but it didn’t feel like it was at him. It broke the tension and he found himself smiling. Lestat would not have believed his eyes if he had seen it. “I apologize,” He said. You nodded, expecting that.

“Well, don’t  sneak out without giving me a dance,” You coaxed, moving your hand down his arm to entwine your fingers together.

“Okay,” He said, simply, and gave your hand a squeeze. God, just that motion alone, bringing blood rushing through your veins, was enough to make him begin to salivate. But this time, he did not run, nor did he push you away. He danced with you, he spun you, he even dipped you once, making your head fall back, your neck all exposed. You were absolutely beautiful. More divine than anyone he had ever seen before.

He could not help himself. Better than the heartiest of perfumes, he could smell your blood as you came back in close. Your hair lightly blew towards him as the breeze came from behind, pushing it forward, forward, along with the scent. His lips were at your throat. You were giggling again, your shoulder raising. “You’re tickling me,” You said, lightly attempting to push it away. And he accepted it with horror, thinking of what he had nearly just done. He wanted to run again, wanted to find a cat, a dog, an elephant even, to quench his thirst. It would be so easy to break from your grip, physically easy. But he was finding it to be impossible as you caught him in your glance. “Are you going to run from me again?”

“Not this time.”

-

Eventually, Louis invited you to his home. The one that he had shared with Lestat. The more confidence and suave vampire didn’t affect you as much as he clearly would have liked to, since it seemed you only had eyes for the brunette with the sullen face. Over the course of the next couple of days, you spent quite a bit of time together. Courting, was how you had told your friends about it. But one night, things had gotten a little out of hand. You had been drinking wine together, and it was bringing a lot of blood to your face, tinting it ever so slightly in a deep red beneath your skin tone. His thirst had grown so immense that when he went in to give you a peck on the cheek, it did not end there. Your breathy moans made him both aroused and famished. And he could not help himself. His fangs extracted. They buried themselves into your skin.

The shock of it made you gasp, and you began to fall limp in his arms as he took more and more - only stopping once he realized what he was doing. You had fallen into his arms,a few ruby red drops coming from the new wounds in your throat.  He checked on you, fingers on your pulse point - your heartbeat was still strong, and your eyes blinked back open. “What happened?” You asked, looking about you.

And he opened up, despite his fears, despite the secrecy that he knew that he had to live under for the rest of his existence. And you - incredible, incredible you, listened. You looked more cautious than fearful, fingers tapping at the pinpricks that were on your neck. He had not gone too far, nor too deep. You looked like you felt a little faint, but not too much worse than that. After seeing Lestat’s constant victims, he had feared the worst for you. “Are you alright?” He asked after he had finished his speech, the night coming to a close.

“Yes, just a little light-headed,” You admitted. “So, my love Louis-” If he had a heart still beating in his chest, he knew that it would have raced at just that sentence alone. At being called your love. “You need to take better care of yourself. You are going to live forever, you must stick with the upkeep.”

“That would require hurting people, killing people y/n. I cannot accept that.”

“Then accept me. Accept what you had just done to me and let me help you. It didn’t hurt as much as you think that it did. In fact...” You moved in closer to him. He became more scared of you in that moment than you were of him. You held all the power in your hands. He felt like he was the mere mortal one under your touch. Under the kiss that you pressed onto the corner of his lips. “It was pleasurable. And tomorrow night, I will come back, and you can do it again.”

“You can’t!” Louis protested. “I may lose control, I may hurt you. I would not be able to live with myself if I were to ever do anything like that to you. No, you cannot see me again-”

“If that is what you really want,” You said sadly, backing away, hands resting on your lap. “But I am willing to take the risk, for you.”

-

Over the next couple of months, you two saw one another regularly. He would bring you to the house at times when Lestat was out partying, or hunting, or doing whatever it was that Lestat did. You were his, and his alone. He didn’t want you getting caught up in that sadist’s schemes. He might attempt to change you, the way that he did with him. You became not only his cup, sipping just a tantalizing mouthful, but his lover as well. He began to fall in love.

His way of thinking became changed. Surely he could not be damned if he felt this way still. Surely he could not be a monster if he had your affection, your love. You reassured him of that the more that you saw him, stroking his pale cheeks. “You are an enigma, Mr. De Ponte Du Lac,” You would tell him. “A true angel in the flesh. My angel.”

And he would tell you the same things. “You have brought me back to life, mon amour,” He would whisper into your ear, before he would take that bite of your flesh.

And one of these days, perhaps, if he thought that you were ready for it, he may just offer you the gift of immortality, something that he never thought he would burden another person with. But it hardly seemed like a curse if you would be by his side.

[maxineswritingcenter]

Bragger - Dean x fem!reader part 2

Suggested by @rileynicole1967 based on the song Bragger by Kelsea Ballerini. 

- 

(Y/N) stared the vampires down, wishing that she had at least some sort of weapon on her. 

“Stay behind me.” She told her parents, trying to keep an eye on all three of them. 

“Listen here, you buncha hooligans” Her dad, pulled her behind him as she protested, “I don’t know who you vampire wannabes think you are but you need to get out of my house.” Dad’s big head was going to get them all killed. 

“Don’t be the hero, old man.” The one in the middle looked around him to (Y/N). 

“So, where is Dean Winchester?” He asked, “We got a couple questions for him.” Dad looked back at her, hands on his hips. 

“They’re here because of him? He just keeps getting better and better.” He complained. 

“(Y/D/N)!” Her mother glared. 

“What? Are you trying to defend him?” He asked. The lead Vampire and (Y/N) made eye contact. He raised his eyebrows are her as if he were asking if they were really like this. She nodded, shrugging her shoulder. The vampire let out a deep breath. He reached forward, grabbing her father by the neck and lifting him in the air. (Y/N) and her mother reached out but were stopped by the henchmen. 

“Old man, I think it’s about time you stopped talking. Man alive, if my daddy was anything like you I woulda killed him faster.” Her father’s eyes widened, swinging his feet back and forth.

“Put him down, it’s me you want, I can get Dean here.” She pleaded. 

“Oh I know you can, sweet thing. I’m just wanting a quick bite.” His sharp teeth came down from his gums. Dad’s eyes widened even more. 

“Then wait until you get Dean.” (Y/N) reasoned, “You capture Dean and eat them as a reward.” The vampire thought a moment then nodded, setting Dad back down on his feet.

“You make a good point. Why don’t you give him a call?” He tossed me my parents landline. 

-

Dean his just been mindlessly driving around the small town, watching the locals go in and out of shops and restaurants. This didn’t seem like a bad place to grow up. Didn’t seem like a bad place to live. He wondered if (Y/N) ever wanted to come back here. 

His thoughts were broken from his phone ringing, from a number he didn’t recognize. But this was the phone designated for hunters so it was someone he knew. 

He hit answer, pressing the phone to his ear, “You got Dean Winchester.” 

“Dean, it’s me.” (Y/N)’s voice crackled over the phone. 

“Hey, look, I’m sorry-” 

“Oh it’s fine. Don’t worry about the vase. Accidents happen.” He quickly glanced at the phone. 

“What?”

“I know that you accidently knocked over my grandparents urn, but all has been forgiven.” Grandparents urn had been their code for vampires. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked, starting to turn his car around. 

“Oh and before I forget mom and I are gonna start making your favorite - red velvet cake.” She said gleefully. That was bad. Red velvet cake was code for hostage situation, need back up now. 

“I’m on my way.” He gripped onto the steering wheel, hanging up the phone. 

-

(Y/N) set the phone down and sighed, “He’s on his way.” 

“Excellent.” The vampire reached out, holding onto her chin. His hands were ice cold, cold as death. 

“I may just turn you. You seem to understand when you’ve been beat.” 

“You get your dirty hands offa her!” Her mother shouted, struggling against the restraints they had been put in. While on the phone, her parents had been strapped to chairs from the dining room table. 

“Lady,” The vampire pulled his hands away, “I really don’t like hearing lip from a lush.” Her mother gasped. 

“You can’t talk to her like that-” Before her dad could continue, they were both gagged by the henchmen. 

“Now...” The leader turned back to (Y/N), “Why don’t you let us have a taste, huh?” The vampire grinned, stalking forward. (Y/N) stepped back. He laughed. 

“Aww sweetheart, don’t play coy.” He nodded for his other henchmen to move forward. The lacky came forward, grinning. As she backed away, her hand brushed the side of her bag. She stopped, subtly grabbing the syringe of dead man’s blood she kept there. When he got close enough, she popped the top and slammed the needle into his neck. He cried out and back away, stumbling back into the wall, holding his neck. He slide down the wall. The other lacky came around. 

“Hey!” The henchman kneeled down and looked over his partner, “Deadman’s blood.” He stood up, stomping towards (Y/N), “YOU BITCH!” He stopped mid step, eyes wide. In front of the eyes of her parents and the lead vampire, the henchman’s head slid off and landed on the floor with a sickening thud. His body followed. In his place stood Dean with a machete.

“I told you those syringes work.” He grinned. 

“Is now the right time for you to tell me ‘I told you so’?” She said in an exasperated voice. 

Dean looked from her to the two vampires still alive, and the lead vampire looked pissed, “Right.” 

The lead vampire growled, rushing Dean. Dean swung. 

- 

Dad and Dean drove the pickup truck to the dump with a trap covering the back end. Mom and (Y/N) followed in the Impala. Mom was fiddling with her fingers, very clearly having things on her mind. 

“He’s not a fireman, is he?” She asked. 

“(Y/N) shook her head, “Nope.” 

“And he isn’t volunteering at a youth shelter?” 

“Nope.” 

“And you’re not a lawyer are you? You do what he does, kill monsters.” 

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, “Yeah.” 

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us-”

“Would you have approved?” She cut off her mom, “What was I supposed to tell you? That I dropped out of school and started hunting monsters? You would have had me committed.” When they made it to the dump, Dean and Dad had parked and opened the back of the truck. They were grapping the garbage bags of bodies and started a pile. Mom went to open the door of the impala. 

“I wouldn’t, the smell is the worst.” At her words, mom took her hand off the handle. 

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Mom asked. 

- 

Dean and (Y/N) father loaded the last of the vampires bodies off the truck and into the pile. Out from his jacket pocket, Dean brought out a flask of lighter fluid and a book of matches. 

“So, what if the cops find this?” (Y/F/N) asked. 

Dean shook his head, “These bastards burn to dust. All they’re gonna find is burnt plastic.” He dumped the lighter fluid on the pile, then lit the matches, tossing the book on the pile that went up in flames. They both stared in the flames in silence. 

“You married my daughter?” Her father asked. She must have told him when he left. 

“I did.” 

“Where’s her ring?” 

Dean ran his thumb over his ring ring finger where his mother’s ring had been, “I proposed to her my mother’s. She wore it around her neck today so you didn’t see it and get upset that you weren’t invited.”

“Well, I am upset.” 

“Sir, with all due respect and believe me I’m trying to even give you the respect that (Y/N) would want me to, I wanted to invite you, my brother did as well. But she didn’t. She didn’t want to continue to bring you into this lie, bring you closer to her so that you would be in danger.” 

“She’s in danger being around you.” He sneered. 

Dean glared, “Don’t you think I told her that?” That seemed to surprise him, “I told her that I wasn’t safe, that what I do wasn’t safe for her. I love your daughter, it killed me to push her away.” Dean looked back at the flames, “But she’s  stubborn. Must get that from you.” 

(Y/F/N) smiled a little, “Yeah, she’s a rock, ain’t she?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, “Alright, I’ll allow this... But, you guys gotta visit once a year. At least.”

“You gonna keep giving me crap?” Dean asked, looking at her father’s out of the corner of his eye. Her father thought a moment, sticking out his bottom lip. 

“I’ll keep it to myself.” 

Dean hummed, “Deal.” They shook hands. 

-

“Bye, sweetie.” Mom grinned, hugging her. She was dressed head to toe in cleaning gear to start cleaning up the blood. 

“Mom, I said I would help.” (Y/N) started. 

“No, no, you need to get on the road. That’s a long drive back to Kansas.” (Y/N) hugged her dad. He pulled away, holding her cheeks in his hands. 

“Now there’s my happy little girl.” He smiled. (Y/N) tightened her lips, tears in her eyes. 

“Dad, come on.” 

“Hey, hey, no tears, Mrs. Winchester.” Dean, who managed to get out of her mother’s arms and came over, shaking her father’s hand. 

“I’ll call when we get home.” (Y/N) said as Dean walked her to the car. 

- 

After a few hours on the road, (Y/N) started feeding Dean cookies to help him stay awake on the road. 

“These are so good.” He hummed around a bite. She giggled and fed him another cookie, he nipped at her fingers. She laughed, taking the cookie and biting it. With one hand on the wheel, the other hand taking hers, looking over her her left hand where her wedding ring was. 

“I hated that you didn’t have this on all day.” He said softly. 

“I know, Dean-Bean, but I was just afraid of what they would say.” 

Dean chuckled, “I understand why. Your dad is so intense.” 

“I know I’m sorry. But at least we don’t have to lie anymore.” She sighed, resting her head on the window. 

Dean looked over, then back at the road, “Well, we die lie about one thing.” He poked her stomach. 

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ER Vampire AU!

Sorry this took me a little while to respond to, as I had to go to sleep. Also, my brain filled in much more of this than some of the others, so we're going beyond five. (Also, it's a teensy bit sexier than I usually write, but it's vampires so....)

1. It takes place in the late 1800s in a small town/suburb on the outskirts of Chicago. A bunch of men (most of whom are considered attractive) have one missing when they go out hunting. Most of the time, the bodies never turn up. But this time, one has.

2. John Carter, son of the wealthy Carter family, was discovered drained of blood off the main trail in the woods. Mayor Robert Romano and several others immediately declare it was the work of vampires. Local physician Kerry Weaver says it can't possibly be vampires.

3. An arguement ensues and eventually Kerry offers to go into the woods to find out more about what happened. She packs up a bag and heads out only to accidentally stumble into one of the traps that she's sure the hunters set. She's not badly hurt but it hanages to leave a big gash across her leg, which she patches up but the pain makes her limp a bit worse.

4. She follows the path until she reaches a large grand house in the woods. It's almsot dark now, but the lamps are lit inside and it seems welcoming enough. When she knocks on the door, she is greeted by a beautiful blonde woman who looks at her with both intrigue and soemthing like hunger in her eyes.

5. The beautiful blonde woman, who introduces herself as Susan, invites her inside and asks what Kerry is out doing at this time of night. Kerry explains and the woman and her friends (Elizabeth and Abby immediately come to mind, but I'm sure there are others) all express concern at the missing men.

6. Susan is the first to catch sight of Kerry's cane and the bandaged wound on her leg. Immediately, she ushers Kerry into a chair, saying something like "Oh, you poor dear, please sit down :) You must be so tired after your long walk :) We shall make you something to eat :) Please stay here tonight and rest :) We'll take very good care of you I promise :)"

7. Kerry is not one to turn down hsopitality (and she could do with a rest) so she agrees. The women fall over themselves to make her comfortable, but it is Susan who is the most welcoming. She invites Kerry upstairs and gives her a nightdress and offers to let her sleep in her own bedroom. When Kerry asks where she will sleep, she just replies that she doesn't sleep much at night :)

8. Kerry freshens up and then returns to the bedroom where Susan is sitting in an armchair, waiting for her. She says or asks Kerry a bunch of odd but seemingly harmless things like "I'm sure your family will miss you terribly when you do not return this evening :) Oh, you say you have no family? Not even a husband? That is so sad :) I feel so terribly for you :)"

9. Kerry notices a grand window overlooking the woods and goes over to look at it. She realizes that someone looking out this window could see over many of the trees in the forest and had an almost perfect sightline to a nearby hunting lodge. She starts to draw some conclusions - the good view, the fact that Susan doesn't sleep at night, the very rare steak served at dinner - but before she can say anything, she senses Susan stepping behind her. But although she can see Susan out of the corner of her eye, she can't see her reflected in the mirror right next to her.

10. She turns on Susan just as Susan begins to suck on her neck. But instead of feeling pain as fangs are sunk into her flesh, she starts to feel rather aroused. This isn't a vampire, she thinks. It's just one of those "Sapphic" women she's read about. (And, given how much she seems to like this, perhaps she is one, too.)

11. But as pleasurable as this is, she does eventually feel the sensation of fangs nearing her neck, and she turns on Susan. She accusses her of being a vampire and of killing all those men and Susan is just like "Guilty :)" Kerry then accuses her of trying to kill her too, but Susan denies this. Kerry's like "I just felt you do it. You're going to kill me." But Susan insists, "No, I'm not :) I was going to turn you :) So you could be a vampire too :) And live forever :) And kiss me a lot :) And have sex too if you would like that :)"

12. Kerry is like "No, I would not like that. I don't want to be a vampire. I am here to find out what happened to those men and give their families peace. So, I am going to leave and go do that." Susan barely even flinches and is just like "Okay :) Have fun :) I'll be right here if you change your mind :) Also, if you try to bring a mob and kill us, I will tear you apart with my bare hands and enjoy every second of it :)"

13. Kerry goes back and tells the town that it was just bad luck and maybe a bear and then tries to go to sleep and forget the house in the woods. But then she changes her mind and goes and lets the pretty vampire woman bite her so she can kiss and maybe even have sex with the pretty vampire woman forever. The end.

[rosevanhelsing]

Wendigo

Chapter 20.

As Vic made her way to the gas station, Manx straightened up, sat on the couch, and watched Alice. The girl was shivering with cold since she was only wearing a nightgown.

-Come on, pretty. You're shivering with cold and you're going to catch pneumonia.

Alice approached him suspiciously. Charlie smiled, trying not to show his pointed teeth and said:

-Come, sit here a little while. I do not bite.

She sat on the opposite side of the couch but she didn't say anything. Manx took his coat and wrapped Alice up so she wouldn't get cold.

-That's better, isn't it? - said Charlie

Alice nodded in response. Charlie was curious to know what kind of inscape and special ability that girl might have to attract the Wendigo's attention so he subtly started asking her.

-Why was that bad man chasing you to kill you?

-I do not know. That man came into our house at night, I don't know why the alarm didn't go off, he came into my room, woke me up and said that people like me shouldn't exist, that we are bad and that he was going to kill me and then eat me - she said in a distressed voice.

-It is awful. You must have been terribly afraid. Lucky Vic rescued you.

-What was that man referring to "people like me"?

Charlie said:

-It means that you are a very, very special little person. Tell me, have you ever been in a place that is the same as you have imagined?

-Yes. Repeatedly. I have a place that I always go to. I call it The Forgotten Yard. I discovered it one day while going for a walk with my parents. Once I was there for a long time and my parents were very scared. They believed someone had kidnapped me.

- Oh, and how did you get in? Did you take something special with you?

- Like what?

- Something that you like a lot, and that you always wear when you go to the Forgotten Yard

 Alice thought a bit, and said:

"I think this," she said showing him a pendant of a little angel.

- How beautiful. Did your parents give it to you?

- No, my grandmother before going to heaven

- "Wow. I must be losing my faculties”- Manx said to himself, -“I should have been able to guess this”

At that moment, the Wraith sent him a telepathic message:

- This woman is a mess. She is driving me out of pain ...

- Well, take the initiative. Make driving easier.

The Wraith's engine roared a little under its breath as if it were huffing with resignation, though Vic didn't notice. In a subtle way, the Rolls made it easier for Vic to drive, anticipating her movements on the gear lever and clutch. Vic arrived at the gas station, put in the gasoline that Charlie had indicated, and went inside to buy a can of gasoline, oil, distilled water and some food.

While Vic was shopping, the Rolls asked Charlie if he wanted him to turn Vic into someone like him .... Charlie thought for a moment and said:

- No, now is not the time. That moment will come, sooner or later, Vic will end up being mine ... and she will be the one who begs me.

The Wraith's engine purred and she waited patiently for Vic. She loaded the bags into the front seat and they returned to the library. Vic called to let them  know that she was there and went upstairs

- Wow, Charlie. You have better color ... - Vic said- At least now, you don't look like a vampire at all ...

- You are so funny ... - Manx said sarcastically

 Vic looked at Alice peacefully asleep on the sofa and decided to wait for her to wake up alone, she sat on the floor and said:

- I'm going to call Tabitha to send the FBI and Child Care to take care of Alice and give her police protection as long as they don't capture or kill the Wendigo. If he is smart, he will not face the police, fortunately he is not practically immortal like you.

- I keep insisting that Alice should come with me to Christmasland, Vic. She is a creative soul, they will not understand her and that matter will get out of hand- said Charlie- By the way, in your absence, I have found out what her inner landscape is called, and what is her supposed "knife" ...

-Maybe it would be better for her if she didn't use her powers, so that the Wendigo couldn't track her again ... -Vic said

- Definitely. To do this, if you don't want her to come with me, we should take the knife from her, even destroy it. It is the pendant that she wears, it was given to her by her late grandmother.

- Charlie! Surely it is the only memory left of the poor girl of her grandmother. Surely there is a better way to explain it to her or to convince her to "lend" us her pendant while the Wendigo is on the loose ...

- What about my pendant? Alice asked half asleep

"You woke up, sleepyhead," Charlie said affably.

- Nothing, Alice.  I was simply commenting to Charlie that we had to tell you that you should not enter the Forgotten Yard while the Wendigo is on the loose.

- The Wendigo is the bad man who killed my parents?

-Yes. In a while I will call the police and they will protect you and hide you. The Wendigo will not come near you. But while to facilitate their work, do not enter your inscape.

-Inscape?

-That's what the Forgotten Yard is. A place created with your imagination and that you can make real and enter it.

- The Bridge that we cross also an inscape?

-Yes. It's mine

-And the amusement park where it is always Christmas from Mr. Vampire, too?

"Yes, it is too," Vic said as she laughed at the nickname Alice gave Charlie. "Now what do you think if we eat a little?"

 Alice nodded and Vic took the sandwiches she had bought out of her backpack.

-Are there any without meat or fish? I am vegetarian- Alice asked

Charlie rolled his eyes and said:

-You have to see  that you children are fussy  nowadays ... that if I'm allergic, that I don't like that or that ... take a walk with the Wraith and she will take away all that nonsense ...

-Don't worry Alice. I can take the ham off the sandwich… Vic said. She removed the ham from the sandwich and handed it to the girl with a reproachful look at Manx.

Alice stuck her tongue out at Charlie. Manx grunted and said:

- Jesus, look at how badly they educate children nowadays ...

Charlie took the distilled water and oil and said.

-I'm going to put the water and oil in the car. Leave me some of this delicacy ... he said ironically

While Manx was busy with the car, Vic called Tabitha to arrange Alice's pickup time. She also took the opportunity to call home and inform Lou of the situation and calm him down. Lou said:

- An invitation for Halloween has arrived from the publisher of your books. For a costume party, set in the 1930s.

- For parties I am ... we'll see ... how is the theme of Wayne's birthday?

- All ready. I have bought everything the puppy will need. Shall we pick up the puppy with Wayne or may he be surprised when he arrives?

- I don't know, Lou. I don't know what would make you more funny ... Let me finish fixing the girl and when this is over, I'll go home and talk about it. I have to hang up or I run out of battery.

- Okay.

When Charlie returned, Alice was half asleep with her head in Vic's lap. Manx took one of the sandwiches and one of the sodas and satiated his hunger a little. Vic said:

- We have to take care of the Wendigo, Charlie. I'll do it with or without you. I can't allow it to destroy more lives, like Alice's.

- We'll do that.- Charlie said sitting down next to her. -Miss Leigh predicted with her Scrabble tiles that we could beat him together." If the two of you were about to kill me ... imagine what the two of us can do. Vic, I am sure that right now we are the most powerful creatives- said Charlie enthusiastically, taking Vic gently by the shoulders and turning her towards him so that he looked into her eyes - We will come up with something ... and we are not going to die, none of the two. Since we have started this, we are going to finish it.

Vic smiled at him and held out her hand to fit him

- Done deal. The creative soul team will kick the Wendigo's butt and send him to hell.

Charlie laughed and looked directly at Vic as if he wanted to hypnotize her with his gaze, suddenly the Wraith began to honk its horn, and police sirens sounded in the distance.

- I think I'd better go, Vic. When you have a plan and are ready, just tell me.

- I will do it.

Charlie went downstairs, but instead of leaving, he sent the Wraith a few miles farther and hid in the shadows to watch. Vic and Alice went downstairs and spoke to that police officer who had chased him once. Vic hugged Alice and said

- They will take care of you. The bad man won't come for you.

Alice hugged him back tightly and said:

-Thank you for saving me, Vic. - She suddenly took off her pendant and said, "I'll lend you the little angel that my grandmother gave me to protect me.  It sure protects you too. You will return it to me when we meet again. Why will we meet again, right?

- Of course. When the Police and I are done with the Wendigo, I'll come see you and give it back to you. You have my word.

From the darkness, Charlie watched the scene intently, licked his lips and said to himself:

- You have changed a lot, Vic McQueen ... now you are worthy of being Mrs. Christmasland.