#Malachai love story

[justathoughtfulangel]

Consequences ~ Kai Parker One Shot

*not my gif

Pairing: heretic!Kai x vampire!reader

Word Count: 2,688

Requested?: No

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), BDSM themes, Daddy kink, Dom!Kai, sensory deprivation, fingering, thigh riding, orgasm denial, spanking, blood sharing, unprotected sex (be safe!), oral sex (fem. receiving), and aftercare

This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N and Wilson for L/N.

Description: Someone tried to play with Kai's girl, and he didn't like that very much. Now, she had to surrender to his every whim until he was satisfied... until he convinced her she belonged to only him.

Ice clinked around in the glass as Kai swirled his gin and soda. He was leaning against the bar, steadily downing his drink. Rosalie was just a few feet away, hidden in the dancing crowd but still in his line of sight. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her prance around with Caroline and Elena, carefree with her closest friends. Rose glanced over to him every now and then, waving enticingly with a little wiggle of her fingers.

Malachai was dressed well, attracting attention with his classic rings and a smooth black jacket. Rosalie, too, looked so very sexy in her skintight black miniskirt and golden top. Unfortunately, Kai wasn’t the only one who thought so. With his attention occupied by the lovely little minx, Kai failed to notice someone approaching his girl.

Rosalie was perfectly capable of fending off unwanted attention, but Malachai made his way over to her anyhow. Impolitely shoving through the masses of people, Kai made it to her side, wrapping his arm around Rose’s waist and pulling her into his side possessively.

“Yes, so, as you can see, I have a boyfriend.” Rosalie tried to speak kindly, but really, she had no patience for creepy assholes who forced themselves onto women. Kai only had to glare at him wordlessly to send him packing.

“We’re leaving.” With his tone on edge, Rosalie knew it was best not to argue with him. Saying goodbye to her friends, she left the club with Kai, saying nothing and hoping he wasn’t too upset.

Malachai was possessive; he knew it, too. When he’d had much of what he wanted or needed in his life taken from him, he’d begun latching on to things he couldn’t bear to lose. Rosalie was the only one who he cared about. She was his family and his lover… his everything.

Sensing his distress, Rosalie’s hand reached for his, their fingers twining together as they walked to the apartment they shared. He squeezed her hand with much more force than normal, and if she were human, some of her bones may have cracked under the pressure.

It was late into the night, and no one was around. Unable to be patient any longer, Malachai hoisted her up over his shoulder – proud of the little gasp he elicited from her – and ran all the way to their home. He unlocked the door with magic and didn’t waste even one second before throwing her down on their bed.

With a snap of his fingers, all her clothes were gone. He towered above her, one of his hands enclosing around her neck and holding her down: at his mercy. It didn’t cause her any pain; it just showed her who she belonged to.

Rosalie was a strong, independent woman. Malachai knew that, too, and he respected her for it. This, however, was a side of her that only Kai was able to see. Here, she was his little plaything, and she loved every single thing he subjected her to… even the consequences of his depraved, dirty thoughts.

“You see this right here, princess? This is the difference between me and you. You’re a tiny little kitten, naked and trembling below me.” His free hand began trailing down her bare torso, two fingers pinching her left nipple cruelly. “I can do whatever I want to you, and you’ll just take it. Why is that?”

It was a rhetorical question, one that they both knew the answer to. Nevertheless, she answered him anyhow. “Because I’m your good little girl, Daddy.” Kai hummed in approval, loving how powerful she made him feel. “Is that right? Are you a good little girl for Daddy?” He slapped her right breast harshly, her squeal of surprise exciting him beyond measure.

“Aah! Yes, Daddy…” Pleased with her response, Malachai leaned down and kissed her deeply. It consumed her severely. “Daddy wants to try something a little new tonight, darling. Do you trust me?”

Kai’s hands continued to explore her body. Before she had a chance to answer, the index finger of his right hand began teasing her clit, sending her mind into a frenzy. “Y-yes Daddy… I trust you.”

He pressed a tender kiss to her cheek. “Tell Daddy what your safe word system is before we start.” His finger picked up the pace, making it difficult for her to speak. “Yellow means ‘I need you to slow down’. Red means ‘I need a break’. Black means ‘Stop everything at once’.”

Kai looked into her eyes, already loving the burning pleasure in them. “Good girl.” Kai’s lips trailed from her collarbone to her neck, nipping at the soft flesh. As his teeth drew the tiniest bit of blood, two of his digits thrust inside her. He positively growled when he felt how ready she was tonight; this would make things a lot more fun for them both.

Licking up the offensive drop of blood, Kai hovered above her. His fingers unzipped the black leather jacket from his body while the two inside her didn’t stop their assault. He wanted to see her get right to the edge of her ecstasy, anticipating that wild drop into rapture; only he had the power to take her there.

He discarded his jacket, tossing it on the ground. Rosalie was mewling and whimpering beneath him, and he smirked. It was so, so easy to get her in the palm of his hand.

“Are you close, baby girl?” Kai knew the answer to that before she spoke, but he enjoyed playing with her. It told her again and again that she was his. She could only nod, overcome by the torturous machinations of his fingers.

Grinning in triumph, Kai took his fingers out of her and slipped them into her mouth, silencing her protests. “You get to cum when Daddy tells you, princess. Not before, and not after.” Slapping her face lightly, his eyes bore into hers. “Nod if you understand.”

Rosalie sucked on his fingers, tasting her own juices, and tried to calm her racing heart. At his command, she nodded. Kai removed his hand from her lips, trailing the wet fingers down and circling them around her right nipple. As he did, he nuzzled into her neck.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Rose’s body was still trembling with aftershocks from her denied orgasm, but she stroked his hair, nonetheless. “I love you just as much.”

Kai held her for a while, hoping for her body to relax almost all the way before continuing. He peppered kisses all over her face occasionally, reveling in the soft giggles. They were just as enchanting as any other sound from her. Once he felt her body sink into the mattress, Malachai used his favorite little cheat in the bedroom: his magic.

Without any toys or ornaments, Kai stole her sight. His touch returned, now multiplied. With her vision gone, Rose failed to decipher which of the six hands roaming her were connected to Kai’s body and which were purely a mirage. They were everywhere: clutching her ass, pinning her down, teasing every little bit that drove her mad with excitement.

With her orgasm just cheated away, Rosalie was right back on the edge. She couldn’t identify Kai’s real hands, but she knew exactly where his mouth was. It snaked down her sternum, painting her with wet, hot kisses. She whined in complaint, and Malachai wanted to taunt his little fucktoy.

“Let me hear how badly you want it, darling. You know much I love making you scream for me.” Despite his order, Kai silenced her. Their mouths meshed together, their lips dancing with the other’s in pure heat. He tugged his jacket off, not bothering to halt his attack on her. 

This was taking too long. Another snap and his clothes vanished along with hers. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. Stopping his little spell, Kai grabbed her hips and flipped her over. She cried out, and with one arm hooked around her waist, Kai played with her dripping sex, receiving a rush of pride as a result. 

Malachai’s fingers tangled into her hair, pushing Rosalie’s face down into the pillow. “I am the only one that can do this to you. You’re my helpless little toy, and you’re going to take each last drop of attention you get from Daddy gratefully.”

Not giving her what she wants just yet, he brought her legs closer together, sliding his hard cock into a little gap between her thighs. Rosalie’s eager juices soaked Malachai’s shaft, getting him ready to fuck her senseless.

“Ohhh, Daddy, please…” Rose was a whimpering little mess, pleading for him to just ravish her. “You want it that badly, huh?” There was nothing more Kai wanted than to make her wish come true, but he wasn’t done yet. Within a second, Rosalie found Kai under her. Her legs straddled his left thigh, her aching sex flush against his hot skin. 

“Earn it, baby girl. Ride Daddy’s thigh and get yourself right to the edge again. Do it well, and earn Daddy’s cock.” Fire coursed through her every nerve, making her mind melt into a haze of lust and attraction. His hand grasped her face, the cold metal of his rings contrasting with the heat flowing between them. “Look at me when you grind against me.” 

With her eyes locked on his, Rose started rocking her hips against the apex of Malachai’s thigh. He smirked up at her, feeling her wet his skin with her excitement. She could feel her clit rub against the hard muscles of his leg.

Taking her by surprise, Kai smacked his hand against her ass. He was rewarded with her little gasp, gripped her chin, and pulled her lips to his. With harsh, desperate desire, he spanked her again and again, nibbling on her lower lip and not letting her stop. Her skin grew hotter, and her body started trembling.

“Keep going, princess. And don’t you dare cum until I let you. Do you understand me?” Rosalie moaned loudly, nodding and doing her best to obey for as long as she could. 

Malachai wouldn’t make it easy for her, of course. Sitting up, he grasped her hips. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, and he rubbed her sex into his thigh. Her clit thumped against his pelvic bone with each rough grind. “Daddy! Please let me cum! Please, please, pleaseeeeeee! I can’t take it anymore.” 

Luckily for her, neither could he. 

Lifting her up, Malachai slammed her down on his throbbing cock. His moan mixed with her cute little scream, and his thumb assaulted her overstimulated clit. Rosalie’s eyes were screwed shut, and he did not like that even a little. “Look at your Daddy when he takes you. Open your eyes, and let me watch while I drive you insane.” 

Their eyes met once more, and a jolt of ecstasy ran up Rose’s spine. “Daddyyyy, please let me cum!” Kai thrust into Rosalie relentlessly, watching her unravel for him. “Cum.” With one word, she had all the permission she needed. Rosalie exploded with pleasure, her body thrashing atop his. “That’s it… just let go, that’s a good girl.”

She’d gotten her first orgasm, but Daddy was nowhere near done with her. Malachai turned and pinned her to the bed beneath him again, his hips not stopping. “Since you were such a good girl for me today, I have a little prize for you. You can cum as much as you want tonight, over and over and over, until you’re satisfied.” One hand closed around her neck, and his eyes bore into hers. 

“No, that’s not right, actually. You’ll keep cumming until I am satisfied.” Applying pressure to the sides of her throat, Kai stole some of her air. He was the only one who could have her like this. “You are mine. Say it.” 

“I’m yours, Daddy. I’m Daddy’s good little girl.” Rose’s voice choked out of her, and just as her first climax subsided, another began. She fell over that edge again, writhing uncontrollably.

Kai watched with triumph. “Just one good fucking, and you’re a toy for my amusement. No matter how hard you’d try to fight it, you will always end up Daddy’s well-behaved slut.” 

This went on for hours. Kai did everything he wanted with her, drawing mind-numbing orgasms out of her to his heart’s content. When the sunrise was just a few minutes away, Malachai begged her for just one more. “Please, baby. Just one more. You can do it. Just one more time for Daddy.” Rosalie was spent, never having known rapture like this before. 

She didn’t know if she had it in her, but as she felt Kai shoot his hot cum inside her, it hit her again. It nearly hurt with how it took over her body. Her teeth sank into Kai’s neck, drinking to fulfill her last desire. Malachai growled into her neck, finding the crook of her collarbone and returning the favor. As their last mutual climax quelled, both of them fed on the other. Elation, lust, and love flowed between them. 

Rosalie collapsed with exhaustion, and Malachai pulled out slowly. He looked down at the carnage he caused between her legs, going down to lick her clean. His tongue lapped against her sore sex, drinking down their essence and listening to her tired mewling. “Oh, I wore you out, didn’t I, baby girl? You did such a great job for Daddy.” 

Summoning a washcloth, Malachai wiped down her skin, ridding her of the sweat and the little bits of dried blood on her neck. Scooping her up, Kai rested her against his body. Rose’s head rested on his chest, and his comforting hand smoothed her hair.

“Thank you, Daddy… I love you.” He chuckled a little, finding it slightly amusing. “Princess, you’re thanking me? I should be thanking you. I’m so unbelievably lucky to have you. Thank you for trusting me, for giving me all of you… for letting me love you as much as I do.”

Kai held her as close as possible, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Are you okay, love? Hurt anywhere?” Given that she was a vampire, the fun sex injuries he got to inflict on her healed themselves. She may not have been physically hurt, but he knew she would be vulnerable and sensitive right now. Rose shook her head, not using her voice at first. “Daddy?” 

“Hmm?” His cheek pressed against her head, his arms squeezing his girl close. “Could we take a bath together?” Kai smiled at the simple request. He could give her anything she wanted, and she seemed to want nothing more than him. Their bathtub began filling in the other room, and Malachai didn’t let go of her just yet. “Of course, love.” 

Rose raised her head, listening to the running water behind the bathroom door. Looking up to meet his eyes, she rested her chin on his shoulder. “I love your magic.” Rosalie pressed her lips to Kai’s in a sweet, loving kiss. “I love my magic, too.” He really did. Not only because he could use it for his every whim, but also for his ability to use it to protect her. Keeping her safe and happy, making her feel cherished, what better use could there be?

Lifting her up in his arms, Malachai carried her to the bathroom. He set her into the warm water, sneaking in behind her. With her back resting against his front, Kai peppered kisses along her cheek, jaw, and neck. Nipping at her skin playfully, he laughed with her. Nothing was amusing; everything was just perfect. For someone who hadn’t known happiness for the majority of his life, this was everything he could have dreamed of and more.

Their mouths met again, their lips sliding between the other’s beautifully. This embrace was about nothing more than loving each other.

She knew him, and he knew her. He would never let go, and neither would she. They would have each other forever.

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[gonedreaminggg]

levin and malachai headcanons

- they have a SEVERELY complicated relationship with Aphmau. they were kids when she left, levin around 4, and malachai was physically around 7. levin barely remembers her, and malachai was rarely even around her. she was always busy. levin hates her for abandoning him. he hears all of these stories of people holding her on a pedestal, but she left him. malachai understands a bit more. he's lived a longer life. he understands that people come and go and might not have a choice in the matter. that doesn't mean he holds much respect for aphmau. she's one of the only people who knows about his bio parents and how they abandoned him. and then she did the same.

- garroth is levin's biological father. honestly, at this point, the entire fandom has decided this is canon. but in this universe, garroth ACTUALLY steps up as a father figure to him. honestly, you know how garroth and liochant take care of lilith and alina all the time in mcd 3? that's basically garroth and laurance with levin and malachai here.

- laurance and malachai spent a lot of time together, both before and after the time jump. laurance understands him in a way no one else can. they've both lost their parents, and they've both spent years mourning people who never truly loved them. malachai calls laurance "dad", and laurance sometimes calls him "kid".

- when levin zoey and malachai first came back to Phoenix Drop, levin used to pray to the statue of lady irene to bring his mom back to him. like full blown, on his knees, sobbing, asking for his mother back. and when he found out that they were in the irene dimension, and that his mother WAS irene, he flipped. the healing that he had done to try and repair things with aphmau, was completely undone. they still have a hard time talking about it.

- malachai wanted to be lord of phoenix drop. he wanted to lead the phoenix alliance island. he wanted to be in charge, and he knew he could handle it. but levin was always "the rightful heir" and it pissed him off. he loves his brother, but he doesn't think he's responsible enough for the job.

- levin and malachai have a strained relationship, too. they were extremely close as children, and as teens, but once levin took on the position as lord everything kind of crumbled. levin was busy, malachai was jealous. he would find assignments, that would take long voyages, and assign them to himself. over time, malachai became a diplomat, and was reaching out to the villages that used to be part of the phoenix alliance. he wanted to do something notable. he wanted to keep his mother's legacy going. and he wanted to surpass her. too bad she's a literal goddess 🤷

have fun with this one, crazies

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Halloween Movie Marathon.

fictober masterlist || ask me anything <3

authors note - this one gives me all the feels, ngl, what i would do to have a cuddle on the sofa with harry.

word count - 3.3k

in which, it's your first halloween where your children finally understand the concept of what it is, after having taken them out trick or treating, the four of you all cuddle up on the sofa, hot coco in one hand whilst the other dips in and out of there sweet bucket, a movie marathon where the films are child friendly halloween films which both you and your husband can't wait to show your children, creating not only a family tradition but memories to last a lifetime.

trope: husband!harry

On a crisp and moonlit Halloween night, you and your husband Harry excitedly prepared for a tradition you'd been waiting for since your children were born: taking Malachai, your four-year-old, and Winnie, your freshly turned two-year-old daughter, out for their first real trick-or-treating experience.

The excitement was palpable in your household as you helped your little ones into their carefully selected costumes.

Malachai's face lit up with joy as he twirled around in his Batman suit, a reflection of his unyielding enthusiasm for all things superhero. His deep blue cape fluttered dramatically behind him as he posed with a playful grin, ready to conquer the night.

Winnie, on the other hand, had been dressed as Wednesday Addams, a character she seemed to have an innate connection with, despite her tender age.

She didn’t really smile a lot, only when she was near her father, the two of them had an exceptionally close bond.

The tiny, sombre costume suited her perfectly, with a jet-black dress, pale makeup, and her dark hair held in two braided pigtails. She looked both adorable and eerie, a striking contrast that only added to her charm.

As you stepped out into the cool, autumn evening, the streets were alive with the flickering glow of jack-o'-lanterns and the sounds of excited children and their parents.

Your little family joined the Halloween revelry, with Malachai leading the way, exuberantly shouting, "Trick or treat!" at each house you visited.

He expertly wielded his plastic Batmobile bucket, a constant companion throughout the evening, eagerly awaiting candy from each doorstep.

Winnie, being at the tender age of two, was just starting to grasp the concept of Halloween. She clung to your hand, her big green eyes (much like her fathers) filled with curiosity and a hint of wariness, occasionally practising her very own version of "trick or treat" in the sweetest toddler lisp. Her tiny fingers couldn't quite manage the task of holding a candy bag, so you and Harry took turns collecting her treats.

The decorations adorning the houses in your neighbourhood were nothing short of breathtaking. Cobwebs, pumpkins, and eerie silhouettes of witches and ghosts adorned every porch. Your little ones were enthralled by the captivating displays, each one sparking their imaginations as you ventured from one house to the next.

As the night wore on, a gentle chill settled in, prompting you to pause at a neighbor's fire pit where families gathered, toasting marshmallows and sharing spooky stories.

Malachai and Winnie marvelled at the dancing flames, their faces illuminated with the warm glow of the fire. It was in moments like these that you cherished the closeness of your family.

After several hours of trick-or-treating, the excitement began to give way to sleepy yawns and drooping eyelids. Malachai's candy bucket had grown heavy with the spoils of the night, while Winnie's adorable little face was smeared with chocolate from her first-ever Halloween treat. You decided it was time to head back home.

Walking hand in hand, you strolled back through the now quiet streets, your hearts full of love for your little superheroes and the charmingly spooky Wednesday Addams. With Malachai's cape fluttering in the breeze and Winnie's pigtails swaying, it was a Halloween night that you would cherish for years to come,

As you step through the front door, a warmth envelops you, not just from the inviting atmosphere of your home but from the joy and contentment of your Halloween adventure with Malachai and Winnie.

Harry, with a gentle smile, looks at you and says, "M’gonna get t’kids changed into their cosy pyjamas, and y’can work y’magic on the hot cocoa. They're going t’love it."

He leans down to pick up Winnie, who snuggles into his neck with her tiny Wednesday Addams costume. She clings to his shirt, and her tired eyes still hold a glimmer of excitement from the night's adventure. Malachai, gripping his plastic Batmobile bucket, eagerly extends his hand to Harry, who takes it with a reassuring squeeze.

"Okay, y’two," Harry says as he starts to make his way up the stairs with the kids in tow. "S’time t’get into y’warm PJs and then we'll come down f’a treat with Mommy."

Winnie, in her sleepy state, mumbles something unintelligible but content into Harry's neck, and Malachai excitedly chatters about his favorite houses and the candies he collected. You can hear their footsteps gradually ascending the stairs as they disappear from view, leaving you alone in the cozy living room, already picturing the smiles on their faces when they taste the hot cocoa.

He makes his way to Winnie's bedroom with his precious Wednesday Addams in tow. The room is bathed in a soft, comforting glow from the nightlight, casting gentle shadows that dance on the walls.

He eases her out of her costume, chuckling softly as she fumbles with the little buttons and zippers.

"Y’doing great, m’sunshine," he encourages her, his deep voice filled with warmth.

Winnie's little diaper-clad bottom wiggles as she chooses her own pyjamas from her drawer. Her tiny hands reach for the set with pumpkins, as if she instinctively knows that it's Halloween. She tugs the pyjamas out and turns to her father, holding them up with a proud grin.

Harry can't help but smile at her choice.

"Pumpkins, huh? S’perfect f’tonight, m’little pumpkin," he says, bending down to scoop her up in his arms. Her small frame is light and warm against him, and he revels in the sweet scent of her baby shampoo and the feeling of her little arms wrapping around his neck.

With gentle precision, he helps her slide into her pumpkin pajamas, making sure every button is secure.

"There you go, all set," he whispers, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead. Winnie nestles into her father's arms, feeling safe and cosy in her Halloween-themed sleepwear.

With Winnie all set in her cosy pumpkin pyjamas, Harry turns his attention to his energetic four-year-old superhero, Malachai.

"Alright’, buddy," he grins, sweeping Malachai up in his arms. "S’go t’y’room."

Malachai's face lights up with excitement as he's carried off, his tiny Batmobile bucket still clutched in his hand. His little heart races with the anticipation of choosing his pajamas. Harry gently lowers him onto his lap, their faces almost level, and begins to help him out of the Batman costume.

As he peels back the cape and unzips the suit, Malachai can't help but giggle.

"Daddy, I got so many candies!" he exclaims, his eyes wide with wonder.

Harry chuckles, ruffling his son's hair. "I saw that, buddy! Y’were an amazing Batman out there."

With the costume finally off, Harry tells Malachai,

"Okay, go ahead and pick out your pyjamas." Malachai doesn't need a second invitation; he eagerly darts off to his dresser, a whirlwind of excitement and enthusiasm.

In a matter of seconds, he's back, holding up a pair of Batman-themed pajamas, complete with a little Bat-Signal on the shirt. Harry can't help but laugh at his son's choice. "Well, I should've guessed you'd pick those, m’little superhero."

Malachai grins from ear to ear as he hands over the pajamas to his dad, ready for the last transformation of the night before they both head downstairs to enjoy the hot cocoa and some Halloween treats.

As Harry is helping Malachai change into his Batman pyjamas, he suddenly hears a commotion coming from the nearby bedroom. Laughter and the sound of fabric rustling are unmistakable signs that Winnie is up to something.

He gently advises Malachai, "Almost done, buddy. Just a moment."

He heads to Winnie's room, where he finds his little Wednesday Addams in the midst of a rather energetic quilt-throwing exercise. Quilt pieces lie strewn about, and her mischievous giggles fill the room.

With an amused smile, Harry asks her, "Win, what are y’doing, sweetie?"

Winnie looks up, her big green eyes holding a glint of mischief, and she simply replies, "Bored."

Harry chuckles at her honesty, realising that she's probably looking for some excitement after the adventure of trick-or-treating.

He kneels down and gently gathers her into his arms. "Well, how about we go downstairs and have some hot cocoa? Would that be more exciting than bothering your lovely bed?"

Winnie nods, her pumpkin pyjamas crinkling with the movement.

Fifteen minutes have passed since you and Harry managed to get the little ones settled into their cozy pajamas and had some quality bonding time. Now, the living room is a hub of activity as the two of you prepare for a movie night to round off Halloween in style.

You've both changed into your comfortable pajamas, creating an atmosphere of warmth and relaxation. Harry wears a simple t-shirt and shorts, while you've slipped into a pair of his boxers and one of his well-worn t-shirts that still carries the scent of his cologne. It's a comforting aroma that wraps around you like a familiar embrace, making you feel even closer to him.

Together, you're setting up the living room for the perfect movie night. The TV is on, casting a soft, inviting glow across the room. A cozy blanket is spread out on the couch, waiting to envelop you both in its warmth as the night progresses.

In the kitchen, you can hear the gentle hum of the microwave as the popcorn starts to pop. The tantalizing scent of buttered popcorn fills the air, promising a delectable treat for the evening's entertainment.

With the popcorn timer set, you and Harry adjust the cushions on the couch, fluffing them up for maximum comfort. The remote control rests on the coffee table, ready to transport you to the world of your chosen Halloween movie.

Harry glances at you and grins.

"M’gonna come with y’t’ get t’hot cocoa, so we don't have t’keep getting up during t’movies," he suggests, knowing that once you're all settled in on the couch, it's best to minimise interruptions.

You nod in agreement and turn toward Malachai and Winnie, who are perched on the couch, their eyes fixed on the TV.

"Alright, kiddos," you say playfully, "we'll be right back. Be good for a minute."

Malachai nods, his little Batman eyes shining with excitement, and Winnie gives you a mischievous grin.

"Behave, you two," you say, smirking at them, knowing that their idea of "being good" might be open to interpretation.

In the cosy kitchen, you and Harry stand side by side, the scent of popcorn filling the air as the microwave hums to life. The sound of kernels popping is rhythmic, a soothing backdrop to the conversation between you two.

As you prepare the popcorn, Harry can't resist leaning in and brushing a playful kiss to your cheek.

"Y’know," he says with a mischievous glint in his eye, "you wearing m’shirt does something t’me."

You chuckle and play along. "Oh, does it now? And what might that be?"

Harry's lips curl into a gentle smile as he takes a step closer.

"Well," he begins, "it makes m’want t’hold y’like this." He wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace.

You feel your heart flutter at his touch and tilt your head toward him, resting it on his shoulder.

"What else?" you ask, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

Harry's warm breath tickles your ear as he continues, "It makes m’want t’kiss y’until we forget all about the movie night."

His words are filled with affection and desire, and you can't help but blush. The microwave dings, signalling that the popcorn is ready, and you both turn your attention to the hot cocoa.

You grab the mugs and pour the steaming chocolatey goodness, while Harry retrieves a can of whipped cream from the fridge. As you finish garnishing the cocoa, you feel his presence close behind you.

He places a soft kiss on your temple and whispers, "And y’laugh, especially in m’shirt, s’m’favorite sound."

You turn to face him, sharing a sweet, lingering kiss as you exchange mugs, ready to head back to the living room with the popcorn and hot cocoa, cherishing this tender moment and the love that surrounds you.

The living room is now perfectly set up for a family movie night. The soft glow of the TV illuminates the room, casting a cozy atmosphere that envelops you all. Winnie's choice for the evening is "Hotel Transylvania," and it's playing on the screen. She's curled up on her father's lap, a warm blanket cocooning her tiny form.

As the movie begins, you can't help but smile at the sight. Winnie's eyes are wide with wonder as she watches the colourful characters on the screen. Harry wraps his arms protectively around her, his gentle voice whispering, "S’this y’favourite movie, sweetheart?"

Winnie nods, her sleepy eyes twinkling with delight, and she snuggles deeper into her father's embrace.

On the other side of the couch, Malachai is cuddled up against you, his little head resting on your shoulder. He clutches his favourite superhero plushie tightly in his hand, occasionally glancing at the screen with rapt attention.

The atmosphere is filled with warmth, love, and the soft sounds of the movie, punctuated by the occasional giggle from Winnie.

The movie progresses, and as the characters in "Hotel Transylvania" embark on their comical adventures, a series of shared giggles and gasps fills the room.

Winnie, with her fascination for the animated world on the screen, occasionally points at the characters, and Harry, ever the doting father, indulges her by asking, "Do y’like Dracula, sweetie?"

Winnie grins widely, her tiny face alight with excitement, and nods, "Dracula funny!"

Meanwhile, Malachai is engrossed in the movie's action, his big brown eyes wide as he follows every twist and turn. He occasionally snuggles closer to you, as if seeking comfort during the slightly spooky scenes.

As the family settles in, you reach for the bowl of popcorn and hand a piece to Malachai, who takes it eagerly and munches away, the crunch of popcorn providing a delightful background sound to the film.

With a warm, contented sigh, you nuzzle your son's hair and steal a quick glance at Harry and Winnie. You can't help but appreciate these quiet, precious moments when it's just the four of you, lost in a world of animated monsters and a shared love that binds you.

Midway through the movie, as the animated characters face a comical conundrum, Malachai can no longer resist the allure of the candies he's collected during the night.

He sneaks a hand into his Batmobile bucket, selects a piece, and with a sly grin, he turns to you, his wide eyes shining. "Mommy, want a candy?"

You can't help but chuckle at his irresistible charm and accept the candy he offers. After taking the treat, you lean in, gently pressing a soft kiss to his button-like nose. He lets out a joyful giggle at the unexpected display of affection, his heart warmed by the simple gesture.

With the candy indulged, you both return your attention to the movie. The lively characters on the screen continue their quirky adventures, and the living room echoes with shared laughter and the occasional gasp at the on-screen antics.

Harry, from his spot across the room, watches with a fond smile. His heart swells with love as he sees the bond between you and Malachai, a mother and son sharing moments of pure joy.

He can't help but chime in, "Hey, don't forget to save some candy for me!"

Malachai grins and offers the candy bucket to his father, who selects a piece with a playful wink.

As "Hotel Transylvania" nears its conclusion, it's evident that the long and exciting day of Halloween adventures has taken its toll on the little ones.

Malachai, his eyelids growing heavier with every passing moment, has shifted from his snug spot at your side to rest his head on his father's lap.

Winnie, nestled under her blanket and clutching her favourite plush toy, is in a half-dreamy state as she gazes at the screen.

The movie's ending is met with a quiet stillness in the room, punctuated only by the gentle, even breaths of your two precious superheroes.

The soft glow of the TV paints a warm, comforting picture. Harry smiles down at Malachai, who is slowly surrendering to sleep, and he gently strokes his son's hair, a loving and protective father's touch.

In the quiet moments of the evening, the soft lamplight casts a warm, gentle glow in the living room. The day's activities have left Winnie tired but still full of curiosity and energy. She's been trying to settle on her fathers lap like she does most nights but now she has a different kind of need.

As you sit comfortably on the couch, Winnie's inquisitive spirit takes over.

She crawls over to your lap, her bright eyes filled with a mix of innocence and desire.

She pauses in front of you, gazing up with a look that seems to convey, "Mommy, can I?"

You smile down at her, understanding her silent request. In response, you lovingly adjust your position, allowing her to crawl onto your lap. Her tiny hands, warm and soft, reach for your shirt, her fingers fumbling to lift it up.

You ask her, "Do you want some mommy milk, sweetie?"

Winnie's face lights up with a happy nod, and she whines softly as her efforts to lift your shirt all the way are met with a bit of difficulty. Her determination to satisfy her hunger is apparent, and her love for "mummy milk" is a testament to the special bond between a mother and her child.

With a gentle, motherly touch, you guide her to your breast, and she latches on with eager determination. As she begins to feed, you brush her soft hair away from her face and stroke her cheek. The connection between you two deepens, and in this intimate moment, you cherish the unique and profound love you share.

As your youngest settles into her peaceful breastfeeding session, the living room is not devoid of activity.

On the sofa, you can see Harry and your eldest still seated together.

Malachai's eyes are heavy, his little body leaning comfortably against his father. The remnants of their family movie night are visible in the traces of popcorn that litter the coffee table.

Malachai glances up at his father, his sleepy gaze meeting Harry's warm, tender eyes.

With a quiet understanding, he says, "Daddy, I love our family."

Harry's heart swells with love, and he replies, "I love our family too, buddy. And y’know what? We're all so lucky t’have Mommy, aren't we?"

Malachai smiles, his sleepy face lit up with affection. "Yeah, we're the luckiest. And Winnie's lucky too."

Harry chuckles softly. "Y’absolutely right, m’little superhero."

The night has fallen, and the house is immersed in a comforting stillness. You and Harry have just put both Malachai and Winnie to bed, their innocent faces wrapped in the embrace of slumber.

The room is now your own, and the two of you lay side by side in the cosy intimacy of your double bed.

Harry, the moonlight gently caressing his features, turns to you with a thoughtful look.

"Do y’ever think about trying f’another baby?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity.

Harry's question hangs in the air, you go quiet, and a small, enigmatic smile plays on your lips. Harry notices your silence and turns his head to look at you, his eyes searching for your thoughts.

“S’that smile for?" he asks with a curious, quizzical expression.

You take a deep breath, your heart beating a little faster, and with a soft chuckle, you say, "I don't think there's much 'trying' to do."

His brow furrowed in confusion for a moment, but then your hand gently guided his, placing it on your stomach. As he feels the gentle, subtle curve of your belly under his touch, realisation dawns in his eyes, and his gaze locks onto yours.

A beautiful mix of emotions washes over him, and with a joyful and surprised grin, he whispers, "Are y’saying...?"

You nod, your eyes shining with love and happiness. "Yes, H, we're going to have another baby."

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Never To Plan *Part 2*

Niklaus Mikaelson!Father X Son!Reader Malachai Parker X Male!Friend!Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1620

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Hello I hope your doing well can you do a part two to Never to Plan where Katherine comes to New Orleans and finds Hayley and Elijah and tells them that her and Klaus son has turned off his emotions and they need to help him so they go to Klaus and they work with Freya and Vincent and Kol and Finn to get Dahila out of Y/N life and to get his Emotions back on but they get rid of Dahila but it doesn't work and then Stefan comes to town and tells them that Damon is with Elena but then Kai comes to town and helps fix Y/N and they go to England 🇬🇧 for a while

*Part 1*

Katherine had caught the tail end of your interaction with Damon and Elena, she’d seen the look in your eye and while she had every intention of making them pay for what they had done to you, saving you was first priority. The only way that she could do that was to get the help of your father and his family, they were the only ones strong enough to get rid of Dahlia and free you from her control. Katherine made a quick decision and headed to New Orleans, she found Elijah first, he seemed like the one most likely to give her the time to explain everything.

“Katerina what are you doing in New Orleans, you know if Niklaus finds you here he will not hesitate to kill you.” Elijah reminded her. “Yes I’m aware but I thought you would want to know that (Y/N) is in trouble.” Kathrine answered. “A woman seems to be controlling his every move, after finding out about Damon and Elena he turned off his emotions, he’s in a bad place with a bad person we all know how dangerous that can be.” “Who was he with?” Elijah asked. “No one that I know, an older lady with dark hair, she was a witch.” Katherine listed. “Dahlia.” Elijah muttered “we knew that she had backed off but we should have known that it had something to do with (Y/N)’s disappearance.” Elijah said as he looked at Hayley. “The reason that she’s stopped going after Hope is because he took her place instead.” “We’re just supposed to trust her, what if it’s a trap?” Hayley asked. “Even if it were a trap, Dahlia wouldn’t know to use Katherine unless she had been in contact with (Y/N) in some way, so we have to assume that part if not the whole story is true and there is one person that can confirm part of it for us.” Elijah explained. “Though we will need Klaus for that.”

After explaining everything to Klaus, Elijah convinced him to call Caroline “Caroline, love I need to ask you something.” Klaus said. “What do you want Klaus?” She asked. “Elena and Damon are they together now?” Klaus asked. “What does it matter to you?” Caroline asked. “Answer the question love, lives are on the line.” Klaus prompted her as his free hand curled into a fist. “Yes they’ve been together for a little while.” Caroline answered. “He didn’t even bother to break up with my son. I take it?” Klaus asked. “I don’t know.” Caroline seemed to be thinking about something “but I’m sure that he was here in town a few days ago, so surely he knows by now.” “He does… And he’s probably become one of the most dangerous beings because of that information, thank you love, we’ll take it from here.” Klaus said before hanging up the phone. “She’s telling the truth, lucky for you we were devising a plan to get rid of Dahlia long before you showed up here, getting my son back is now the main priority.”

You honestly hadn’t expected that your family would be able to get rid of Dahlia but with the help of you grandmother they managed, however being back with your family didn’t make you feel any better, you didn’t feel any closer to wanting to turn on your emotions, even with all of them around you. Your mind travelled back to Elena and Damon and how you have given up everything to be with him and he so easily chose someone else. You should have known that it was going to happen but it still hurt.

Klaus had noticed that you weren’t changing, not that you were hurting any of them, you were careful with your little sister and stayed clear of the rest of the family barely interacting with any of them. He was sure that if he put you back in Mystic Falls the blood lust would spark, considering you seemed to travel out of New Orleans almost every night to hunt down someone to claim as a meal, Klaus was running out of ideas to help you and he voiced that to his siblings. “Well there’s one other person that might be able to help but I don’t know how we would find him.” Katherine said. “What?” Klaus asked. “Malachai Parker, he was friends with him before his family sealed him away, in fact that was what (Y/N) had originally gone to Mystic Falls to look into.” Katherine answered. “And?” Klaus asked. “Well as far as I know he’s still imprisoned somewhere but I don’t know where.” Katherine answered. “I guess you could start with the Parker Coven, they were the ones that sealed him, if I remember right there was a doctor in Mystic Falls that might know something her name’s Jo.” “That’s as good a start as any, shall we go brother?” Elijah asked “I’m sure our dear sister can hold the fort for you while we’re gone.” “As long as she does invite in every pretty face the propositions her.” Klaus smirked. “Now now, brother, no need to be cruel.” Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest “I’ll keep the place safe while you are gone.”

When Klaus and Elijah arrived in Mystic Falls it was evening, the town seemed somehow quiet and excited all at the same time, it wasn’t hard for them to follow the smell of blood to the venue of a wedding, when they walked in Klaus was quick to stop Damon from beheading the man in the middle of the carnage, covered in blood. “Damon, how nice to see you.” Klaus smirked as he pushed him away from Kai. “What are you doing?” Damon asked. “We’ll be taking him.” Klaus said. “What do you want with him?” Damon asked. “He’s going to help fix someone that you broke.” Klaus answered as he turned to see Elijah snapping Kai’s neck and lifting him over his shoulder. “Time to go brother.” Elijah announced.

They were driving back when Kai woke “who the hell are you?” Kai asked. “We are the original vampire family.” Klaus answered. “So you know (Y/N)?” Kai asked “he mentioned something about being a part of that family.” “Yes, in fact (Y/N) is the one that needs your help, he’s gotten into some trouble and you are the only person left that has any chance of helping him.” Elijah explained. “(Y/N) fell in love with Damon and as you can see he moved on quickly.” “So quickly that he didn’t even end it.” Klaus muttered. “Well then the sleeping curse was well deserved.” Kai muttered. “So what happened with (Y/N)?” “He turned off his emotions, at the time he had just sacrificed his freedom to save his little sister so he thought that there was nothing else left, since he had failed to find you as well.” Elijah explained. “Ever the selfless creature, he slaughtered half of what was left of my coven after they sealed me, apparently threatening to take something that my sister actually needed to live.” Kai smirked as he leaned back in his seat. “Best friend I’ve ever had, I’ll bring him back the same way that he had for me so many times before.”

When they finally got back it was one of the rare occasions where you were out of your room, wandering around in the quiet halls, your eyes fell on Kai first filtering out everything else. “Mal?” You asked. “You know I still hate that name Fangs.” He muttered. “I still hate that one.” You argued. “From what I hear there is not a lot that you don’t hate these days.” He smirked as he stepped forward. “How did you get out?” You asked. “Stabbed a witch, performed a ceremony.” He answered with a shrug. “I tried to get you out.” You almost seemed like you were panicking now, good you were starting to feel something. “I know you did, my father told me about the massacre after I was sealed and how you tried to find a way to get me out, he spent more time hiding from you than anyone else.” Kai explained and you nodded. “Well it’s okay because we’re both here now and I’d really like my partner in crime back especially since they’re all going to be after me for linking Bonnie and Elena’s lives together.” He answered with a smirk. “What did you do?” You asked. “Elena will sleep for as long as Bonnie’s alive.” Kai answered. “I also promised to find a way to never leave you alone, you remember that?” You nodded “well now I’m just like you, well apart from the wolfy part.” “You're a vampire?” You asked. “Kind of, you know I was a siphoner before?” He asked, you nodded. “That means that I feed off the magic you get from being a vampire, so I can use magic like any other witch and I have the benefits of a vampire.” Before anyone could do anything you hand your arms wrapped around Kai as you pull him into a tight hug. “I can always count on you.” You said softly. “Now more than ever.” He promised. “I missed you.” You whispered softly. “I think I missed you too.” He confessed as the rest of your family breathed a sigh of relief, you were finally back to normal.

The next day you decided that you needed a break from everything that was going on, you and Kai hopped on the first flight to England, where you had been staying before with a promise to come and see your family again soon.

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ARRANGEMENTS || K. Parker

Parings: Kai Parker x Wife F!Reader

Summary: As new coven leader, the first order of business is securing his line. After finding out about Joe’s pregnancy he finally decides to listen to the elders and have an arranged marriage. He just didn’t expect his new wife to drive him insane so much.

Warnings: Sexual Talks, Oral Receiving, Sex Scenes, Vaginal Sex, Wax Play, BDSM, Choking, Bondage, ETC.

3.8K WC

Kai’s Pov

The burn of the gun went down without a hitch. Happy bachelor party for me.

The familiar feeling of guilt washed through me, a pesky emotion that my beloved brother Luke gave me.

Luke.

Would he attend my wedding if given the chance? Would any of them? Before I snapped, would they have shown up for my wedding?

These stupid what if questions plague my thoughts and I don’t like this.

It’s the day before my wedding and I’m spending it alone. Alone again, always alone. Even before planet 1994, I was always alone, even now.

My reflection stares back at me through the mirror, and it looks pitiful. I refrained from smashing it, not wanting to beat up my hands before the big day.

Would Josie come? Liv? I know daddy dearest would, too prideful to ever back down from me in front of others.

The one person I hated most on the planet may just be the only family I had that would show up at my wedding.

I reached for my phone, dialing the familiar number I know won’t pick up.

This is Josette please leave a message and I’ll call you back.

“Hi Josie!” I forced a smile on my face, hoping my voice didn’t sound as pitiful as I thought.

“Night before the big day.” I was quiet trying to think of the right thing to say. “Look, I know you and Liv want absolutely nothing to do with me, and that’s fair; I ruined yalls life.”

I poured another glass of the gin, before carrying on.

“When we were little we would talk about how different we would build our families, different from dad.”

“And your pregnant, your gonna be a mom. And I know for a fact you’ll be a loving one.” A loving mom that I never had, you had a loving mom that was caring to everyone but me. I didn’t say it, but I wanted to.

I wanted to lash out, to get mad at her, mad at Liv, Dad and everyone — but I just couldn’t.

“I’m getting married tomorrow and eventually I’ll be a dad.” That’s the whole point of this wedding. “I just, I get you don’t want me a part of your life. But I want you and Liv to be a part of my kids life.”

I looked down at the gin, my reflection in it.

“I don’t want them punished just because of his birth.” It’s a terrible fate.

I didn’t say goodbye, I couldn’t say another word so I just hung up the call. I didn’t know if she would listen to it; my guess is she probably won’t. But this feeling is still there.

At least before all I felt was rage and empty. Now I have a whole fucking list and it sucks.

“Congrats Kai — I love you.” I whispered to myself. I have to like myself, otherwise I have nothing.

A mantra I repeated in my head all night until I heard the blaring alarm in the morning.

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Your POV

The sounds of my friends' laughter, that and the blaring music is the only thing I can hear right now.

Any of them would be happy-ish if they were in my position. Marrying the Coven leader.

Though I heard the stories, Malachai Parker — the man who murdered most of his family. Sent away to the prison world and came back after winning the merge.

My father married me off to a man that murdered his family. What if he snapped again and it was me next? I’d have to live with him, sleep with him — have kids with him.

What if he snapped, it wouldn’t be just his family it would be mine. And that thought terrifies me.

So here I am getting wasted out of my mind to try and escape the reality that this is my last night I can actually live without a threat on my head.

“Girl, you okay?” I looked over to Anna, my best friend in a way. We grew up together, but recently had drifted apart.

She was the one to throw this bachelorette party. In a way to say ‘congrats bitch you're getting married!’

“Yeah, just nervous for tomorrow.” I played it off as normal wedding jitters, and to be fair I had them.

I mean what if I fell walking down the aisle?

Oh god what if I did fall walking down it?

“Girl — you're gonna be fine.” She grabbed my shoulder, shaking me out of my head. “And hey, I heard that your fiance is pretty good looking. Despite the whole crazy thing.”

I wouldn’t know, neither of us has made an attempt on even seeing each other.

“Forget about Kai Parker, okay? Tonight is all about you.”

I would regret listening to her based on the hangover I now had the next day.

Even after the hours of the morning passed it was still there, though becoming more faint as the clock ticked more and more until six.

“Five minutes, you ready?” Your fathers face popped in through the door after knocking.

“Yeah, be there in just a sec.” He gave me a small smile before shutting the door after him. Giving me alone time.

My reflection looked beautiful, my hair done in a classic fancy bun, and the dress I wore was so enchanting.

It was a classic mermaid style, the lace so pretty all the way down to the sleeves. The sweetheart neckline was doing wonders for my breast. What really sold me on this was the ever so slightest tinge of pink.

I gave one final sigh before walking to the door, making sure to not forget the white roses.

My father waited for me and we walked to the doors, waiting for our cue. The cue being the music.

“You have secured our place in the Coven my daughter.” I didn’t give my father a response — I didn’t do anything, he did when he sold me off to a killer.

The doors opened and the music started faint as we both started to walk down the carpet.

At the end stood my future husband. Dressed in a tux, that dare I say fit him just right. He had dark hair and the closer I got to him I could see blue eyes.

By far as of right now though, my favorite thing about him was his facial hair. Anna was right, he is good looking. So I guess that’s a light, not really.

I let go of my fathers arm, giving him my flowers before taking Kai’s hand that he had stretched out for me.

We both faced each other and waited for the pastor to begin.

“We are gathered here today…” I could feel my heart start to pound, when we got to the reciting vows.

Every word that I repeated caused another loud beat against my chest. This was it, my fate was sealed the second the word “you may now kiss the bride” left the pastor's lips.

His palm was placed on my cheek, and I could feel him start to tug me closer. My breath hitched when it started to mix with his.

When our lips pressed against one another I lightly traced his face with my own hands. That’s it, the kiss was over and I was officially a married woman. Bound to this man for the rest of my life.

“I’m Kai, it’s nice to meet you.” Was the first thing he said to me when we pulled apart.

“Is that gin on your breath?” Was my response — one that he apparently found enjoyment in. “C’mon.” He grabbed my hand and started to walk me back down the aisle with him.

The night wasn’t done, it was getting started. And. After this night one thing I can confidently say is no one knows how to throw a party like Kai Parker.

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“Congratulations.” A person said for the 100th time, and in all honesty it always sounded back handed. I haven’t seen Kai since the after party started, and I was glad.

The person walked away, and instead a woman replaced them.

“I’m Joe.” I gave her a small smile, repeating my name to her. “I’m Kai’s sister.”

Apparently my look said it all cause she gave a big sigh, as if saying ‘yep it’s really me.’

“I guess that makes you my sister-in-law.” An awkward silence rested over us. Though it was cut short by the sound of a certain siphon.

“Josie! Welcome.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, one that she didn’t waste any time to shrug off. “I didn’t see you in the audience.” Nor did I, though granted my mind wasn’t really focused on the living aspect of his family.

“We’re not here for you Kai.” We?

“We?” Kai repeated my silent question. “You really would think I’d come to this thing alone?” Smart on her.

“I’m only here so when you kids are born, I’m not a stranger.” Kids. Oh god, what if I have to be pregnant multiple times?

I didn’t pay much mind to Joe walking away, though it seemed like Kai pay mind to my face. As if my thoughts were written on my forehead.

“Daddy didn’t tell you the details of this marriage, did he?” I silently looked at him, waiting for him to continue, because he would freeze over before this man didn't have anything to say.

“You're going to be my wife and get pregnant, with twins. In exchange your father's place in the consul stays.”

I didn’t want to know the specifics of the details, “better lighten that face up wife. You're going to become a baby mill till I say otherwise.”

“What will happen to me once you get your twins.” There was nothing in the stories of Kai’s mother.

“Well from what I hear after my banishment my father sent her to go live on a farm.”

Must really run in the family.

He didn’t say anything else, but the silent threat was there. And it made me frozen in fear. Will he kill me? When? How? A million thoughts, and only one face is the cause of them.

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I froze when Kai opened the door. The bed was made, covered in roses — the room being dimly lit by candles.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been with a girl, so I thought I’d go big.” His devilish smirk almost matched the look in his eyes.

I felt my breathing shaken before my feet carried me into the room.

Turning away from the bed I watched as Kai kicked the door shut, while slowly unbuttoning his jacket.

“I think I did good, you know all we’re missing is the music.” I watched as he pulled his phone out his pocket, taping away while he tossed his jacket.

The start of “Careless Whisper” started, and while I wanted to laugh, my heart pounded too loudly for me to think of anything else.

“Seriously?”

“What? You don’t like this?” The way he looked at me was as if I had grown a second head. “Not my preference.”

“Hmm.” He tapped the phone again, the next song starting to play.

This time “she will be loved” was the sound filling my ears.

I kept my mouth close, seeing as he started to walk closer to me. “Now, I may be a sociopathic monster.” His hand lifted up — brushing a piece of my hair out the way. “Even I can admit how annoyingly beautiful you look.”

I couldn’t find it in me to say a response. Instead I had at this moment wanted it to go as fast as possible.

I didn’t want his hands, that I know used to be covered in blood on me any longer than necessary.

So I reached behind me, trying to grab the zipper of the dress. Though no matter how much I was breaking my arm, I couldn’t reach it.

It was when I felt his hand touch my back, that I snapped back to reality.

It felt like forever, but soon enough I felt the slight chill of cold air grace my skin, causing goosebumps to spread.

Then again maybe that was from the feeling of his fingers tracing my back, right before he flatten his palm.

I softly closed my eyes, hating the fact that every part of my focus was the heat of his palm but in the best way possible.

All I could focus on was the way he stepped into me.

All I could focus on was the way I felt his breath breeze past my cheeks, and slowly to my lips.

All I could focus on was the way my lips tingle when his barely touched them.

All I could focus on was him, and not the terrible things he’s done.

“You don’t have to kiss me, you know?” I quietly said, loathing myself for the way I tried to talk as quietly as possible so I would scare his lips too far away.

“When I want to kiss my wife, I will.” I didn’t get the chance to even process his words before he literally stole my breath away.

I felt the hand on my back pulling me as close as possible to him, his other resting on my cheek, lulling me into him.

It was like a scorching heat, one that I desperately chased when he started to pull away.

The quicker you do this, the quicker it’s done. But then why was I wasting time kissing him until I felt like not breathing.

Why was I wasting time letting his kiss trail down my neck?

Why was I wasting time enjoying the rough touch of his hands?

Why was I wasting time pulling his hair, hard, just so I could hear the groan he released?

Feeling dizzy, I grabbed the buttons on his shirt, pulling them apart. The cold air hit me hard when he pulled down the dress, being surprisingly gentle with the lace.

He pulled his shirt fully off, leaving him in only his dress pants, and me in a white bra with matching panties.

A part of me felt embarrassed at the blue garter on my leg.

You’re something blue.

Anna’s voice drifted in my head, but was quickly out when I felt him push me onto the bed.

My throat felt dry, this was it.

Though he didn’t exactly do as expected. Instead he crouched down on the bed, and used his mouth to bite down onto something blue.

Pulling it down slowly, and sensual. Even if I didn’t want to admit to the strike of heat it sent down, I knew the evidence would be there when he pulled down my underwear.

My breathing came out uneven, and I could have sworn he knew what he was doing based on that stupid smirk.

Once the garter was off my leg he took it and wrapped it around his waist.

I did everything in my power to stop the whine from slipping past my lips when I felt him grinde into me.

I could feel him pressing into me, and I let my eyes roll back when I felt him kissing my cleavage. Arching into him so he could unhook my bra.

I felt him grind into me again, causing friction and this time I could hold back the moan that slipped through me, nor did he attempt to hide his pleasure.

“Fuck.”

One word, that he whispered silently to himself. I almost wouldn’t have catched it if every inch of my body wasn’t focused on every inch of him.

His kisses came back up my neck all the way to my ear where he bit down on it. He was careful enough not to draw blood.

My hands acted on their own, and now it wasn’t just me trying to get it over with, there was a part of me that just simply needed him in the more lustful and carnal way.

I reached for his belt, untying it as quickly as possible before throwing it to the side.

I unbuttoned his dress pants, and I couldn’t help but palm him — while I watched his expression shift. His jaw clenching and him releasing a satisfying shaky sigh.

“You’re driving me nuts, woman.”

“So do something about it.”

It was like that simple challenge caused him to snap. He gripped my jaw and kissed me, hard.

He bit down onto my lip and this time he did draw blood. The taste of it mixes with our mouths, and something is seriously wrong with the way I like how mean he becomes.

He grabbed my hands, and I hadn’t even noticed him grab his belt before he tied them above my head.

“Kinky.” I muttered, to which his response was whispered out onto my lips. “You have no idea.”

He didn’t let me say anything else, instead he stuffed my garter from before into my mouth. “Sh sh sh.” He sushed when I tried to mumble something.

He reached to the right, grabbing one of the candles from the nightstand.

He dropped the wax onto his finger for a moment before he leaned up and placed his weight on his knees.

My legs were still loosely wrapped around his waist, and you could see his hard on straining against his pants.

My breathing quickened when he tilted the candle above me — the hot wax made me gasp a little, though despite the heat and the slightest pain, all I felt was pleasure.

I couldn’t control the moan. I mumbled out with my mouth still stuffed, and the sick bastard went off on the sight before him. His wicked smile etched onto his face, and maybe I was just as sick.

I could feel my wetness dampen my panties and honestly it felt like it was starting to drip just like the wax.

When he finally put the candle away he grabbed my underwear — pulling it to the side to rub his fingers through my folds.

“Someone’s very happy to see me.”

He spoke as he leaned his head downwards. Fixing his position so his breath fanned over.

“Mmmm, mmm, mmm” my mumble jumble seemed to snap his gaze away from my pussy, his eyes in a heated stare.

He reached and grabbed the garter before throwing it to the side.

“That’s not how you make a baby.” Came my immediate response. If I let him do this, then that means this whole night wasn’t for my duty as his wife, but simply for my own pleasure.

“That so?” He questioned, but his tone dripped in a heartless tone, and before I could answer his rhetorical question he cut me off.

His tongue reached out, licking me in the most slow and sensual way — snatching one of the deepest moans from somewhere I didn’t know I had in me.

My breathing became heavy, and he acted as if it was his last meal. The way he used his finger, pumping them into me — all while sucking on my clit.

Though I think it was the way he placed his hand on my stomach that really tipped me over edge, making me cry out his name. “Kai!, please too much.” I whined.

Though he didn’t care, he continued on drinking every last drop of my cum, as if he was a newbie vampire.

I heaved a sigh of relief when he let up, my legs slightly twitching. “Come here.” I demanded in a low tone, reaching for his neck and kissing him as desperately as I could.

He rubbed his cock against my soaking folds, and I could feel myself pulsing.

I felt him slowly pushing himself inside me, stretching out my walls to mold against him.

“Fuck, your so tight.” His head fell to the crook of my neck, before pushing himself all the way in, and staying still for a moment.

“Jesus you're gorgeous.” My skin turned redder — if possible. “Shut up.” I muttered, kissing him again. Our lips got tangled in one another before he started to move.

At first he went slow, and he even united my hands, but the second I scratched my nails up his back — his mood switched again.

His slow and sensual pace switched to rough and carnal. His fingers finding their way around my throat.

The cool of his wedding ring, causing more comfort that I would think.

“God look at you.” His tone was low, and sinful. “You’re gushing.” True to his word, I was — he was hitting the exact right spots and just to send me over the edge, his fingers started to roll around my clit.

“God, I’ve waited 18 fucking years for this.” His grip on my throat tightened, as did my pussy around his throbbing cock.

He let out a mean laugh — “you little slut,” I didn’t know why his words continued to excite me. “You just fucking love how I make this pussy feel.” Yes.

“Please.”

Please? Since when did I beg a person to cum? When did I ask for permission?

Though my answers were revealed through the hickeys on my neck, through the slight nip on my lip, through the cooling wax, through the grip on my neck.

A grip that I was positive about was going to leave his ring mark.

“How cruel would it be to deny my wife the ability to cum.” He leaned down to my ear, “go on baby.”

And just like a switch I did as told. And I came hard.

I could stop how loudly moaned out, though his was slightly covered by the sound of his own groaning.

We both heaved out sighs — sweaty, and dehydrated.

Kai pulled out of me, and popped beside me. “High five?” He raised his hand, and I had half the mind to half five his face.

I went to move out of the bed, ignoring him — though in all ironic ness I felt like I could move my legs, with the way they were wobbly.

I felt the pull of my shoulder, easing me to lay back down. “Stay.” He demanded.

I watched as he did a light jog to the bathroom, coming back with two rags.

He placed the first one on my stomach, letting the wax soften before removing it off my skin.

Then quietly he grabbed my legs and started to sip by my virginal area — surprisingly being very delicate. Though in true Kai Fashion he left his cum in me.

“For good luck.” Was all he told me before letting me rest.

I felt my eyes start to close, feeling absolutely drained however his little voice kept me awake. “You can’t fall asleep before you pee and shower.”

And so while we were in the shower and thought crossed my mind.

I hope it’s not twins. I just didn’t know that Kai had the same thought for the same reason. I don’t want this to ever stop.

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MAIN M.LIST

KAI PARKER M.LIST

[supercap2319]

"Listen, Kai. I'm anything but perfect. I've... made some huge mistakes in my life. But being with you wasn't one of them, and, yes, you lied to me and pretended to be someone you weren't, and, yes, I did love Mon-El once. When he left, I hoped he would somehow find his way back to me, and yet I somehow found my way to you instead. It doesn't matter if you're not an alien prince. It doesn't matter if you were a psychopathic killer on your earth." Y/N said.

Kai turned him and stood as he walked towards him. "You're just saying that because you can't change what happened. That you can't get who you really want. I'm just your consolation prize. A cheap knockoff of Mon-El and all that he means to you."

Y/N shook his head. "No, Kai. I don't care what happened between Mon-El and I. I don't care what he would have done because he's not here. You are."

Kai was certainly shocked. All his life he's been the villain of every story. The one who was blamed for everything. He honestly thought he deserved everything bad that happened to him, but being with Y/N made him want to be a better man. "You're serious?"

"I am. I realize now that Mon-El wasn't the one fated to be in my life. He was put there to prepare me for loving you. And I love you Malachai Parker."

[icanbeyourgenie]

[sirens attacking Aeron's ship]

It all happened so fast.

Morgana had finally agreed to let Aeron take a trip on his ship, and the fae couldn't be happier. He even had a pirate suit adjusted just for Calypso, who came with him, and was at first dizzy because of the movements of the ship. But Yasmeen held her hand until she got a grip of it, and now she seemed fine. She was even chatting with her husband, who was in better mood now that he was holding the helm of his ship that he had been in months. Yasmeen knew he loved piracy since... well, since he was a boy always asking her for pirate stories. Malachai came along, and spent more time watching Calypso and Aeron than actually talking. Yasmeen was content just admiring the move of the waves as the ship glided along it, when it all exploded.

The brutal contact with the cold water made her react. She was deep in it, now. Something was holding her leg. She grabbed one of her knives. The water slowed down her movement and blurried her vision, but somehow she was able to make enough damage to her oponent of them to let go of her. It was only when she finally reached the surface that she took a grasp of what happened.

They had been in a narrow path of a shoreline between two rocky cliff. Aeron had not been worried for a second. He had navigated worst paths a million times. But this time, something threw the ship against the cliff, effectively breaking it. Two somethings, actually.

The threat in the water was a bit difficult for Yasmeen to see, but judging by the speed at which the water moved, she would bet on sirens. The threat in the air, however, she never saw it before. Big birds, she thought, before she realized they were only half birds, and half human.

Her blood ran cold, but she snapped out of it. She only had a few seconds to react. She couldn't see where Malachai was, which meant he probably was fighting under the water. Aeron was in the sky, his wings spread. He seldom used them so Yasmeen almost forgot how they looked like. Aeron aimed for the weird bird that currently had Calypso between its claws. It dropped the girl into the water to fight Aeron, and Yasmeen swam towards her protegee.

Her knives slowed her down, but she arrived just in time to fatally wound two sirens that attacked an already injured Calypso. Yasmeen's moves were more difficult in the water. Thankfully, Calypso had turned into a mermaid already. And when Yasmeen became too exhausted to stay afloat after her fourth kill, the princess took her by the waist and quickly made them join the rocky shore.

❝Are you okay?❞ They spoke at the same time, but something moved in the corner of Yasmeen's eye and she was already on her feet, throwing a knife on the head of the bird that was aiming towards them. A few others followed and got closer, using their claws as effective weapons. Yasmeen managed to fatally hurt them before they got to Calypso and, thankfully, Aeron took over and drawed them to him, giving Yasmeen the time to kneel to assess Calypso's wounds. She had a few scratches on her waist, but it was mostly her tail that was bleeding. It probably explained why she hadn't turn back yet.

❝You're hurt.❞

❝So are you.❞ Calypso sounded worried, but Yasmeen had no time to assess her own wounds.

❝It's my job to protect you princess, not the other way around. Now let me see.❞

Yasmeen was aware that they weren't safe. It wasn't an island shore, but the feet of a cliff, filled with pointy rocks that gave them something to sit on and made it harder for the sirens to get to them, but not impossible. Yasmeen trusted Malachai to deal with them, and she knew Aeron could fend against the sky threats. So she focused on Calypso.

Fortunately, the wound wasn't too big. Soon enough, the threats were all dead, and the boys came back to them. Yasmeen let out a breath there. Calypso had grabbed her hand at some point.

❝Are you guys okay?❞ The princess asked, visibly worried.

❝Yes. Are you? Did they hurt you?❞ Malachai answered and the girls shook their heads.

❝Aeron, are you okay?❞ Calypso asked, and Yasmeen thought she was too good for him.

Aeron didn't answer. He was barely standing on one of the rocks, his wings did all of the job. He looked gloomy, almost murderous. He didn't often wear this look. Not that he wasn't dangerous, but Yasmeen knew he was more of the care-free kind of dangerous. The "I'll laugh and smile one second before stabbing you" type. He wasn't the cold-angry type. But seeing this look on his face, she knew he tought of his ship. It was his only joy in the world, it seemed.

❝You'll make another ship.❞ She wanted to think that she said those words respectfully, but she clearly sounded pissed. How dare he care more the well-being of his ship than the fact that they almost lost their lives?

It made him look at her with that same kind of anger, and Calypso immediately changed the subject.

❝What were those things?!❞

❝Sirens.❞ Malachai answered and Calypso rolled her eyes impatiently.

❝I know that already, brother. I meant the weird birds.❞

❝Sirens too.❞ Calypso frowned and he explained. ❝They're very rare, but the siren transformation processus is not unique. When the humans are turned into sirens, their bodies are given two choices.❞

❝So, like... bird or fish?❞ Malachai nodded. ❝You're saying that our brother could've been a bird?!❞

Yasmeen almost laughed but held it back. She could see that Malachai struggled to stay serious too. ❝Pretty much. We do not usually concern ourselves with the bird ones, since they don't live in the sea.❞

❝It was an attack.❞ Malachai answered.

❝We used to. When we lived in the sky. My uncle told me about them.❞ It was Aeron's first words. He looked a little bit more like himself already, but still a bit too serious compared to the usual. ❝My mother said they disappeared, but I already encoutered a few during my travels. Not this many in one pack, though.❞

A look of understanding passed between the two princes. A look that testified that, despite their differences, they were both trained soldiers who represented their respective people, and they knew what they had to do next. They nodded to each other.

❝Calypso, can you swim?❞ Malachai asked.

❝I think I can.❞

❝She can't.❞ Yasmeen chipped in. ❝She needs medical care first.❞ Calypso wanted to argue, but everyone could see that her tail was pretty hurt.

❝Then you'll hold on to me as we go back to court.❞

She nodded, as Aeron turned around to hold out his hand to Yasmeen. The two princes had decided of a way to bring the girls back to the fae court, but Yasmeen couldn't take this hand. She looked at the cliff above her.

❝I can climb.❞ She decided, and she knew she could. ❝I'll just walk.❞

❝Don't be ridiculous.❞ Aeron said. ❝It'll take you days. And you know I can't let you do that.❞

He couldn't. The risk of escape was too high. But she held her ground. ❝I'm not flying with you.❞

Yasmeen knew she was making it difficult, but she would always remember the time she flew with him to that wretched island she'll never forget. Malachai and Calypso were probably completely lost, but Yasmeen could feel Calypso squeezing her hand a little stronger, as a sign of support.

Aeron rolled his eyes. ❝You don't have the choice, wraith.❞

❝Yes she does.❞ Calypso answered, using her authoritarian princess voice. ❝If she wants to walk, then we'll walk.❞

Yasmeen almost smiled, her heart a little lighter to see that, even if Calypso didn't understand the problem, she had seen enough of Yasmeen's discomfort to take her side. People usually didn't do that.

❝Or she could swim with me.❞ All eyes turned to Malachai, who looked at Aeron. ❝You take my sister back, I'll take Yasmeen.❞

They looked at each other again, and Yasmeen could see the beginning of a trust blooming. Or at least the mutual knowledge that they were both constantly trying to avoid their immature parents to start a war. They could at least count on that. They agreed, and the girls did too. Aeron was about to take Calypso in his arms.

❝Wait.❞ The princess turned, and without a word, kissed Yasmeen on the lips. ❝That way, you'll be able to breathe underwater for at least an hour. It should be enough time for both of you to get back.❞

❝Hum... Thank you?❞ Calypso laughed at this reaction. Malachai did not.

❝Okay, time to go Sunshine.❞

He took her in, actually paying attention to her wounds, and they went into the sky together. It's when they were finally alone that Yasmeen noticed Malachai's stretched silence.

❝Are you... okay with that decision?❞

❝Of course I am.❞ He lightened up, or at least forced himself too. Yasmeen didn't understand, but blamed it on the recent fight. ❝But, just out of curiosity, why didn't you want to fly with Aeron?❞

Yasmeen wanted to be honest, but she wasn't ready for that conversation yet. ❝I don't particulary trust him. Does that surprise you?❞

❝If it was just that, you wouldn't have let Calypso go with him.❞

❝He can't hurt her without risking a war.❞ He knew it was only half the truth, but he didn't push. ❝Besides... I lost almost all of my knives.❞ She looked almost sad now. ❝I'd rather be with someone I trust completely if I don't have them with me.❞

He swam away without saying a word and, as puzzled as Yasmeen was, she couldn't help herself but realizing that it was the first time she saw his tail. Red, just like his eyes. She didn't have any time to dwell on her feelings that he already came back, holding said knives in his hand. Her eyes widened.

❝You mean those?❞

She jumped out of her rocks and came closer to him - thankfully, she still had a foothold, since they were near the shore. ❝How did you-❞

❝They all landed on the water when you threw them. I just caught them.❞

❝While fighting a hord of sirens?❞

❝I know how you love those knives.❞ Yasmeen didn't even try to hide her smile. ❝Besides, some of them helped. One of them landed right next to me at the exact moment I needed a weapon. I almost tought you threw it on purpose.❞

She put back each one of her knife in their sheath, trying but failing to find a way to thank Malachai for it, so she just stayed silent. Until the moment he touched one of the cut on her cheek, and she winced. ❝I was truly worried for you.❞ He admitted.

❝Were you?❞ She smiled. ❝Well I, on the other hand, trusted you completely, so I'm a little offended. Have I not proven myself to you?❞ She joked, and was satisfied to make him laugh a little.

❝You always have a comeback, don't you?❞

❝I'm afraid so.❞ In the silence that followed, she noticed how close they were but didn't step back. What was it about Malachai that made him feel safe to be close to? She didn't know. He was a prince, and he had shown signs of interests, she should have avoided him like the plague. But she didn't want to. ❝I like your tail.❞ She said instead, and when he looked embarassed, she immediately regretted it. ❝Sorry, is this a weird thing to say? I'm not familiar with-❞

❝It's not weird. Not at all. Just..❞

She knew he wanted to thank her, just like she did earlier. It appeared they had a lost of issues in showing their feelings, so she changed the subject.

❝It was uncomfortable, I'll admit. Fighting in the water. I couldn't move properly, and my vision was blurry.❞

❝I saw you. You did great, but yes we should totally work on that.❞

❝I can't breathe under water.❞

❝As my sister said, we can easily fix that.❞

❝I'm not sure the princess agreed to kiss me before every training session.❞

❝Well then we'll just have to find someone who's willing to do it.❞

Was this flirting? Yasmeen didn't want to answer this question. Lately, they toyed the line a lot, but always came back into safe territory just after. Maybe it was for the best.

❝Something is bugging me, though.❞ She loved the way he immediately listened. ❝I don't really know what happened. One minute we were on the ship. The next I was in the water. But there's a gap...❞

❝The sirens sang. It's hypnotizing for humans. Even I was a little disoriented by the birds' songs. I never heard it before. But... our ears are more fit to it. It's why we had time to react with Aeron. They stopped singing when we fought back.❞

She hated being reminded how humans were so vulnerable. ❝Is there a way to get used to it? For a human, I mean.❞

❝I admit I don't know...❞

❝I'll ask Nate when we get back. I'd like to try.❞ Malachai nodded. Their smiles dropped when they realized they truly had to go now.

❝Just hold on to my shoulders and I'll do the rest. Tell me if I go too fast, I know humans don't always like that. And if you can't breathe anymore at some point, you know what to do.❞

[starryeyed-seer]

okay my FL ocs, quickly picrew'd for ref. Some lore and basic info!

I'm not 100% on base designs or details but I got the rough idea of em... when I have more time I want to develop them more bc I have Thoughts!

Captain Enoch Caylor / Lord E Oliver Newton

Hasn't aged consistently or in order. ~ 38

He/him mainly, also they/it, Trans masc

Bi-Aro Gray-romantic— interested in status and stories more than appearance, and only rarely desires sex. Sworn off love but aches for it

A monster hunter who alternates between mindless revelry in London and (often) dying at zee. He's selfish and hedonistic but rarely directly cruel. Indirectly? Yes. He plays red. He watches mirrors.

Middle child in a wealthy half-noble family, and still caught up in the family sun-smuggling trade. Ran away to elope with a devil when young, instead lost his soul, and fought bloody hard for it back.

Craves power most of all, not to rule as a tyrant or change things. He wants to live according to his whims, wants, and lifestyle, seeking hedonistic pleasure and bloody risks with the promise of no consequences. Involved in the Game, usually white/red, but desires little true change. Life is good for him (isn't it? Isn't it?? Isn't it???)

Grietje Van der Meer:

Like 22

She/her

Overly romantic (no gender preference) but too terrified of romance to successful woo. Someone seems into her and she needs to lie down, and then hide until they forget about her.

Her mother was a Varchassi artist who fell for a zailor. She fled Varchas while heavily pregnant, and gave birth to Grietje at zee. The ship fell to the wax wind, and Grietje was one of few survivors. She grew up an urchin, plagued by dreams of the sun she almost-saw and always aware she didn't quite belong in London, but could never go to Varchas or the Surface.

Still, she dreamed, becoming a poet and writer of celestial and bazaarine work. Her work, however, is very bad. She doesn't appear fully aware that her success has come from artist salons performing mocking live readings— or she doesn't mind. She's chronically ill, and spends much of her time in a lonely basement bedroom with a single window (Somehow.) Her main company when bedbound is her messenger bat Malachai, and MiseryWhiskers, a protective alley cat.

Enoch has wound up a reluctant companion of hers. After getting involved in a ridiculous scheme involving her and her patron, he was left with a sense of obligation he detests. Once a week, if he's around, Enoch takes Grietje out for a stroll around the Bazaar. She uses different aids depending, but usually is in a wheelchair when Enoch is around— MiseryWhiskers likes to curl up on her lap and come along.

Mikhail Care-Michael:

She/her, also takes he/him when pretending to be Heavenly

Generally into women mostly, aromantic

A devil of exceptionally dubious credentials. Mikhail has a fondness for adopting the aesthetics of the sacred, including her current name. She enjoys trying to convince people angels are ALSO real in the Neath and she's one. This doesn't generally work for many reasons, but the amusement she pulls is from making humans squirm. Thinks she is hilarious.

Mikhail is Grietje's long time patron, having discovered her work as a youth and taken Grietje under her wing. Mikhail finds kind and charitable acts like this extremely funny, part of her epic angel larp, but other Devils think the joke is outdated and Mikail's consistent interest in divinity indicates either bad taste or ties to the Convention.

[richincolor]

Book Review: My Week with Him

Title: My Week with Him

Author: Joya Goffney

Genres:  Contemporary/Romance

Pages: 400

Publisher: Harper Teen

Review Copy: ARC by publisher

Availability: Available now

Summary: Nikki's always had a difficult relationship with her mum. So when she finds herself homeless at the start of spring break, she decides to rage-quit Texas and give California a shot, to pursue her dream music career.

Until her best friend and long-time crush, Malachai, discovers her plan and convinces her to spend spring break with him, so he can show her all the reasons she should stay in Texas.

But when Nikki's little sister goes missing their plans are interrupted, and Nikki is forced to face her feelings about both her mum and Mal. Can Nikki find the love she's always been missing? And will it be enough to convince her to stay?

Review: You all know that I’m a huge fan of Black Love so of course I had a smile on my face as I read this novel. Joya Goffney’s sweet story had so many lovely moments between Nikki and Malachi, Nikki and her sister, Nikki and her friends, and even Nikki and her mother.  Nikki is just shy of graduating from high school which is both a time of promise and fear, but she doesn’t really have any plans for the future because she’s been in survival mode for so long. She doesn’t have the best relationship with her mother, very turbulent in fact, as she’s been kicked out or runaway a number of times. Like most teens, she isn’t very forthcoming with her dreams with her mother, so she keeps her desire to have a music career from her family. Then comes the opportunity to audition for a girl group in California which just happens to occur during her spring break, giving her the perfect alibi for her mother. Initially her plan is only shared with a trusted few but her plan goes awry when she gets locked out of her house by her mother. She turns to Malachi who decides to help her, but also uses this change to share his feelings with her. Nikki’s spring break turns into a week of being with her best friend, who maybe more, and her family and trying to decide what her future moves should be. 

Love was the central theme of this novel as it begins with Nikki’s close friends helping her plan her outfit for the audition. They truly care about propping of their friend and showed how even though Nikki’s home life wasn’t that great, she had created a family of her own. Malachai and his parents were included in Nikki’s unique definition of family. His parents cared for her as if she was their own and were willing to help in any way they could. Of course, being a book with a theme of love, Nikki and Malachi decide to finally share their feelings towards each other and because they are such good friends, their romantic relationship begins from a deeper, more intimate place than a new relationship. And Goffney writes these two with a maturity that is somewhat unusual in teens, but here is it is completely believable because of the bond these two have and all they have experienced. The revelation of how much they care for each other and deciding to act was so sweet and swoon worthy. In addition, when Nikki learns her sister is missing Malachi he does all he can to support her. Her missing sister brings up the tense relationship with her mother and again, Malachi just chooses to be whatever Nikki needs him to be. Their loving relationship, one built of mutual respect and support, is a wonderful depiction of a healthy relationship that teens (and most adults) should have. I’ve read very supportive romantic relationships in adult romances, but not very often in YA romances  (as those are about the thrill of falling in love) so this was a lovely change of pace. 

Overall, this was a fun summer read that was a moving family story as well as sweet romance. 

[justathoughtfulangel]

Nothing But The Truth ~ Kai Parker One Shot

*not my gif

Pairing: siphon!Kai X witch!Saltzman!Reader

Word Count: 3,388

Requested?: Yes

This is a sequel to "I'd Rather You Lie." I've done my best to make sure this piece is readable as a one shot, but if you'd like to read the prequel, please read it here.

This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rosie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N :)

Description: Kai betrayed her trust, used her for his own selfish means. Now, he can't bear the pain and hurt he's caused her. Malachai understands now that he loves her, but is love enough to mend a broken heart?

Warnings: angst/heartbreak and minor mature language

The story begins after the break! I hope you enjoy reading it :)

“I’d rather you lie.” 

It was easier for Rosalie when he lied. It had been easier to believe it was real. Now, she’d heard the lies so often she couldn’t possibly know what was true anymore. Kai’s ramblings came to a halt. Rose’s smile was more akin to a grimace. There were no tears in her eyes; there was nothing in her eyes as if there was no soul behind them.

Malachai had hurt many people in his life. He’d murdered his siblings, and he’d spent years torturing himself. Somehow, this emptiness in her was worse than all the damage he’d done combined. “Rosalie…” She just shook her head, walking passed him. There was still no emotion on her face as she hugged her winter jacket around her body. Kai watched her walk away, feeling the snow settle in his hair. The cold did not compare to all the pain that consumed him. 

He tried to take a shaky breath. With a choked gasp and unbearable pain in his heart, Malachai watched her until she became a speck of dust in the distance. The worst part of it all? She didn’t turn to look back at him once.

~

Was it his fault for breaking her heart, or was it hers for allowing him to hold it in the first place? Her brain and heart grappled over this question every night, making it impossible to sleep. Thanks to Kai, she couldn’t return to the life she’d once loved. There was nothing left inside her that would allow her to love. 

It wasn’t as if Rose was a stranger to pain. She’d been abandoned by people before. The people who brought her into the world had died. The ones who adopted her into their home as a child saw her as only a paycheck. Even Alaric was dead for a few years before miraculously coming alive again. None of those heartaches had destroyed her in the same way Malachai had.

Perhaps it was because it was her first time truly being in love. She couldn’t feel anything anymore, not even anger. Though her mind and heart disagreed on whose fault it was, they both knew feeling the agony of that betrayal would consume her.

For now, all she could do was continue existing in an endless cycle – school, work, Dad, friends, eat, sleep, repeat. ~

A new semester was starting after winter break, and Rosalie considered it a fresh start. She would put herself out there again; she’d try to come back to life. Rose was sitting in a large lecture hall, waiting for the professor of her creative writing course to arrive. She twirled her stylus around her fingers, making random doodles on her iPad. Someone sat down a few seats away from her, but she paid them no mind. 

The hall continued to fill, and Professor Smith arrived ten minutes late. She was fun, and her quippy nature made up for the tardiness. Listening to a professor review a syllabus wasn’t boring for once. Rosalie was paying close attention, jotting down miscellaneous notes about due dates and assignment details. 

“Your final paper, worth 30% of your grade, will be a writing piece: eight to ten pages long with attention to all topics and techniques we’ll review throughout the semester. Students who do best on this assignment never fail to present their learnings in a unique, refreshing way. Nothing should limit your imagination. Isn’t that right, boy who can’t stop staring at the girl in his row?”  Rose was looking at the professor when she singled out the student not listening. As did the other students, she, too, looked around to see who the professor was scolding. Her grip slackened on her stylus as she heard his voice a few feet away. She would know that voice anywhere. “Y-yes, Professor. I’m sorry.” The professor nodded and continued. Malachai stole one more glance in her direction when the professor’s back was turned, and his eyes met Rosalie’s after weeks of not seeing each other.

~

Before he could talk to her, Rose rushed out of the lecture hall. Was he stalking her now? Swallowing away the bitter taste in her mouth, Rosalie instinctively made her way to her dad’s office. Glancing at the time, she knew Alaric was giving a lecture. Unlocking the door with magic and locking it behind her, Rose collapsed onto the couch. Her head fell into her hands, and her foot tapped against the ground anxiously. 

Rosalie hadn’t yet asked her dad for Kai’s true story. She didn’t want to know it anymore; she told herself she didn’t care about him and whatever was causing him pain. Whether she would admit it or not, Rosalie was lying to herself, just as Kai had lied to her for weeks. 

She stayed in the same spot for hours, finally looking up when she heard the door unlock. Alaric smiled at his daughter, unsurprised to find her here. This was a first-day-of-the-semester tradition for them – tea in his office and unpacking what happened in their new classes. Ric turned on the hot water kettle, pulling out mugs and tea for them. He only noted her troubles when she greeted him without energy, and his smile faded quickly. “Rosalie? What’s the matter?” 

Rose sighed deeply, not knowing where to start. “I need you to tell me everything about Kai, Dad. Please.” The turmoil had been suppressed long enough; she bit the bullet and watched Ric’s expression twitch. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Hot water and honey were poured into their mugs. Rose kicked her shoes off, curled her legs under her, and claimed the steaming cup of tea. The silence was broken only when Alaric sat beside her on the couch.

He was torn about how much he should involve her but hiding the truth from Rose allowed Kai to hurt her. Ric wouldn’t hide things from her anymore. “Malachai is Josette’s twin brother.” A confused expression came over Rose’s face immediately. “Jo is in her early 40s. How is that possible?” To his credit, Alaric told her everything without biased embellishments, telling her the story exactly as Jo told him. 

Of course, even he didn’t know the story from Malachai’s perspective. 

He told her about how Kai was meant to merge with Jo and become the leader of the Gemini coven, how he was never worthy of the position. When he found out the thing he lusted after for twenty-two years would never be his, Kai snapped, murdering four of his little siblings in cold blood. Kai stuck a hunting knife into Josette and took out her spleen. Ultimately, he was after Lucas and Olivia. The Coven locked him up in a prison world, and he escaped when Bonnie and Damon ended up there after the Other Side collapsed.

Rosalie listened to everything, finding it impossible to believe that the guy she knew – the guy she thought she knew – was capable of all of this. Even as she left her dad’s office, Rose repeated the story in her mind. There had to be more to this story. No one was born evil. Something must have happened to Kai - something so horrible and cruel that his only choice was to protect himself this way. 

Alaric had heard the story from Jo, but he hadn’t seen the tears Kai shed when no one was around to see them. Whatever caused him to snap tormented him even now, and no one should live that way. Despite this, Rosalie didn’t have it in her to forgive him. Maybe it was selfish, but he’d used someone who trusted him for reasons she could barely justify. 

The door to her apartment closed behind her. Trying to push the thoughts away, Rose walked over to her fridge. She pulled it open, and the wave of cool air sent her mind reeling back…

Even on the drive back to Mystic Falls, her thoughts were consumed with Kai. He’d kissed her, and then he disappeared. What kind of decent person does that? Rosalie had begun to think that maybe she didn’t know Malachai at all. Her thoughts would be proven right a few minutes later.  When Rose entered the Salvatore House, she heard the flames of the fireplace crackling and voices coming from the living room. “How do you know my daughter?” Her dad was threatening someone, holding them by their neck as he tilted the chair towards the fireplace. Damon forced him away, trying to calm Alaric down. “Easy, Papa Bear. Kai’s going to cooperate. Talk. Now.”  Kai? Her Kai? No… “Didn’t you know? I’ve been dating her for a while. Here I thought she told you everything, Alaric. Of course, she thinks it’s real, which is sweet, really. At least someone among us has a heart.”  Kai kept on talking, but she heard none of it. It was as if her senses had been disconnected from her brain. “She’s just so welcoming… it was so easy to step into her life. I could get into all of yours and take what I’ve always wanted. But you really didn’t need to torture me to get that out of me, did you? I think I’m an excellent communicator.”  Damon and her dad had already seen Rose standing there, and when Damon forced Kai’s chair around, she registered the briefest flicker of remorse in his eyes. She didn’t have it in her to care, not right now. All she did was turn around and leave. The air outside felt so much colder than she could bear. It bit her cheeks as tears filled her eyes. Rosalie refused to let them fall. She would not cry over someone who was using her.

The tears that had refused to spill all those months ago came bubbling to the surface. Her knees buckled below her, and her hands rushed to cover her mouth as a pained scream came out. All the agony at his betrayal created burning trails on her cheeks, and as she curled up on the ground, her shoulders shook with each sob. 

Rosalie finally let herself admit that she had loved Malachai: she probably still did. She’d put her heart into someone’s hands for the first time and this was what she earned in return. Nothing in her life felt fair. How many more people would hurt her before she could finally be free? 

The anguish she’d failed to acknowledge and process now took over. It subsided hours later when the chill from the open fridge had coated her spine and the door beeped in protest. Rose gave it a weak push and it creaked shut. 

She’d loved him, and now she didn’t think she could love anymore.

~

Caroline smacked a piece of paper down on the table in front of Rosalie. “The annual Whitmore Bitter Ball is on Saturday, and you’re coming.” Rose picked up the flyer, smiling without amusement at the clashing black and grey letters. “Come onnnn, you’re the one that’s most bitter in love out of any of us.” 

Elena and Bonnie gave Caroline a withering stare, while Rose just shook her head. “Sorry… insensitive.” She cleared her throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness. “You should come, Rosalie. We all deserve a night out.” Elena was gently encouraging in stark contrast to Caroline. Rose didn’t know how she felt about it. “Okay, dance or no dance, at least come dress shopping with us? We need your opinions.” Truthfully, it sounded dreadful. After a long blink, Rosalie smiled and agreed. “Fine. It’ll be just like high school.” It wouldn’t be for her; it would be for her friends.

A few hours later, Rosalie was walking between aisles upon aisles of dresses. Some were gaudy and drew way too much attention. Some were too plain for a ball. Then again, maybe plain was best – something that could help her hide in the shadows as she attended the dance for the sake of her worried friends. 

Rose ultimately chose a silken, black gown. It had an attractive sweetheart neckline and golden embellishments around the waist. The skirt didn’t puff out obnoxiously, and with a golden mask to abide by the masquerade policy, it was the perfect disguise.

~

On Saturday evening, Rosalie found herself standing in the corner of the grand ballroom. People were all over the place: some drunk, some dancing, some crying, and some doing all of the above. Rose watched people move about behind her mask, twirling the straw around in her gin and soda with extra limes. She’d promised Caroline she’d stay out for an hour, and thankfully, the hour was almost up. 

Downing her drink, Rosalie walked across the dance floor. She had managed to artfully avoid the masses until she reached the bar. The glass clinked down onto the granite counter, right beside someone also attending this ball alone. He turned around slowly, setting down his own glass. They looked at each other silently for a few heavy seconds, neither saying a word. 

Malachai’s eyes shined in the dim lighting of the ballroom, swimming with numerous feelings yet glistening with the joy of seeing her. Rosalie’s expression remained passive, unreadable. She’d cried her heart out already. What was the next step in the process of healing from heartbreak? 

“I don’t know how a ball for the brokenhearted could be such a hit,” Kai said. Rose smiled without amusement, looking around at the crowd once again. “You never know, maybe lots of people have broken hearts around here.” Malachai swallowed away the knot of emotion in his throat, his eyes darting to the dance floor. “Maybe you’re right.”

He refused to meet her eyes, and it sparked something inside her. It was some convoluted mixture of rage, pain, desperation, and, most unexpectedly, a tinge of hope. “Dance with me?” She held out her hand to him in challenge. Kai’s gaze flit between her hand, the dancing couples, and the gleam in her eyes. Whatever brought it back, he’d missed it dearly. He took her hand, leading her to join the crowds. 

Rose let out a soft laugh at the song change, wondering if Caroline had something to do with the music. War of Hearts played over the speakers as Kai’s hand came to rest on her waist. Their fingers linked together, and this time, everything else fell away. 

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you.

Both recalled the same memories as they stepped in unison. Their awkward first interaction in the coffee shop. The first date where Kai was trying to be charming but ended up spilling soda all over his shirt. His tears when the thoughts of his past tormented him. The devastation they both felt when Rosalie found out about Malachai’s betrayal. 

“Have you been stalking me, by the way?” Kai almost smiled, his brow rising. “Would you believe me if I said I had no idea you’d be in the same section?” He twirled her around, pulling her back to him. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to believe, Malachai.” 

She’d been the only one who could use his full first name without making him flinch. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Kai sighed, resigned with himself. “I don’t know what I can say, Rose. You have every right to not trust me. Let me just ask you one thing, and then I will leave you alone.”

I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to. I can’t help but want you. I know that I’d die without you.

“Do you honestly think I didn’t break my own heart when I broke yours?” His arms wrapped around her as Kai selfishly pulled her close. If this was the last time, he needed to hold her close. The back of his hand brushed her cheek, and he memorized the feel of her soft skin. He was close enough to see the reflection of his dark, satin mask in Rosalie’s eyes. 

Rose didn’t know how to react. Her first instinct was to say no. He had sounded so convincing when he gloated to Ric and Damon about how he used her. How could that be the voice of someone with a broken heart? That same person stood in front of her now, looking at her with deeper affection and sincerity unlike anything she’d known before. 

Rosalie held the hand brushing her cheek, wrapping her own around it before stepping away from Kai. “Malachai, I can’t do this again.” Kai had let her walk away once. He wouldn’t give up without a fight this time. “Please… I promise I won’t ever hurt you. I won’t lie to you. From now on, nothing but the truth.” 

I can’t help but be wrong in the dark, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts. I can’t help but want oceans to part, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts.

With those words, Rose threw her arms around Malachai and kissed him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was just plain stupid. It didn’t matter. Not trusting him had been so unendurably painful; even if he played her again, it would be worth it.

Kai froze in surprise for a fraction of a second, not expecting her to give him the one thing he wanted most. He took her face in his hands, suppressing a sob of relief and joy. Malachai brought her closer, hugging her flush against his body. 

People still danced around them, oblivious to the two souls who’d found each other and would never part again.

~

The end of the semester approached, faster than anticipated. Malachai and Rosalie had spent the last months together, and true to his word, he hadn’t lied to her… until tonight.

In his lonesome years in the prison world, Kai had honed his cooking and baking skills. Tonight, after a long week of finals, they were making Kai’s chocolate chip cookies – a recipe he’d refined and mastered over twelve years. Rosalie was whipping together browned butter and sugar, and Kai was chopping chunks of dark chocolate into shards with a knife. The apartment smelled like toasted sugar, and their playful banter brought them much-needed laughter. 

“Where’d you put the vanilla extract I brought over?” Rosalie was looking in Kai’s kitchen drawers, and just as she reached one near the edge of the counter, he stepped in front of her. “Not in that one! There’s nothing in that one. Let’s move on.” Why was he in such a rush to get her away from that drawer? 

“Malachai… what are you hiding from me?” He sighed and stepped aside, remembering his promise to her. Rose didn’t take her eyes off him as she opened the drawer. Looking down, she halted in shock at the only object inside: a small black jewelry box.

Kai grabbed it before she could, putting it behind her back. She gave him a look, raising her eyebrows in question. “What are you hiding from me?” She repeated her question, her voice even more pointed, now with curiosity rather than suspicion. Adorably anxious, Kai nipped at his lower lip and tugged at his hair momentarily. 

Setting the box on the kitchen counter, Kai flipped its lid. Within it, tucked into cushioned velvet, lay matching silver rings. They were similar in style to the ones Malachai often wore, the metal bands thick and fairly plain. He removed them both, showing her the inscription inside the bands: nothing but the truth.

“This isn’t a proposal. Not yet, at least.” Kai’s nervousness didn’t help him get these words out, but when he looked up, looking into her eyes, suddenly it was much easier. “I wanted us to have something that reminds us of our journey and how far we’ve come. I want us to have these.” Before he said anything more, Kai slipped his ring onto his middle finger. Rosalie accepted his gift and put on her ring. She took his hand and laced their fingers together.  “Thank you, Kai,” Rose spoke with tenderness, holding Kai’s face. “I’ll never take it off.” Their lips met in a sweet kiss, and the smooth metal of their rings clinked together quietly. They squeezed each other’s hands lovingly, now certain neither would let go.

~~~

That's all for this piece! Thank you to the anon who requested I give them a happy ending; this story would not exist without you :)

Please feel free to send any thoughts/comments/constructive criticisms my way. I always welcome them.

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Until next time, JustAThoughtfulAngel

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✧.* { CHRIS WOOD & HE/HIM & CISMALE & 22/92 } Is that (KAI PARKER)? I’ve seen them hanging around town here and there, I’ve heard they can be pretty SADISTIC. How typical for a HERETIC. I guess they must rely on their CHARMING side shining through.

Name: Malachai 'Kai' Parker Gender/Pronouns: Cis male & he/him Sexuality: Pansexual Age: 22/92 Birthdate: June 20th, 1972 Occupation: Mystic Falls' resident psycho

Height: 6'0 Build: Athletic Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Blue

Parents: Joshua Parker & Mrs. Parker ✝ Siblings: Josette Parker (Twin), Joey Parker, Olivia Parker, Lucas Parker, unnamed brother. Significant Others: N/A Others: Parker Scott (Grand-nephew), Josie Saltzman & Lizzie Saltzman (Nieces), Lucas Scott (Nephew in law)

Kai is canon until the end.

So Kai died, again. By the hands of Alaric Saltzman no less.

If hell were still a thing he knew for a fact that he would be going, again. But, since it was no longer a thing courtesy of Bonnie he instead went to limbo.

In Limbo, he was approached by Landon who had tried to help him move on so he can go to peace, but to Landon's dismay Kai knew his story wasn't over and he wouldn't do anything to "move on".

Deep down, Kai knew he would never be worthy of peace. He never had such a thing in his life, he knew he wouldn't be lucky for it now.

This frustrated Landon because it was his job to make sure people moved on, and Landon knew that if Kai were to return back to life all he would do was create more chaos. Kai found entertainment in getting under Landon's skin.

As soon as the dead were able to return, Kai bid Landon a farewell before stepping over the line of life and death and found himself back in Mystic Falls.

He was still very bitter about how his life turned out just because he was born a siphon, cast aside as useless in his covens and fathers eyes.

Kai wasn't always bad, he was a good kid. Loved his sister, loved his family, loved his coven. But as soon as he was able to understand what his mother, father and coven were saying about him from a young age, Kai resented them. He couldn't control being born a siphon, hearing that he's an abomination and shouldn't exist didn't do anything good for his mental wellbeing.

He then developed the attitude of "If they think of me as a monster, fine. I'll be one."

He felt robbed of just about everything he was promised, wronged for what he was born as and this solidified the hatred that was Kai Parker.

He had another chance at living and he wanted to do it right, kind of.

He wasn't surprised to run into his niece, Josie Saltzman. She seemed different from the last time he saw her.

In return for a favor that he would cash in later, Kai taught Josie some dark, powerful magic. It was the most bonding he's done with either of his nieces.

Kai's sights are no longer really set on his sister (unless she decides to side with their family and kill him, or send him off to another prison world). Kai's sights are set on his father and the rest of the coven, again.

Having spent so long known as the abomination and the monster that will end the Gemini Coven (again), Kai's still stuck in that headspace. However, the merge with Luke has given him some real emotions other than anger, hatred and straight out murderous. It's an unfortunate downside to merging with someone, but he still got the results he wanted so he's dealing with it.

Because of these real emotions, his time spent dead and so forth - Kai will try to be a better version of himself. But he'll still mess up along the way and kill on a whim.

[confusedhomicidalrage]

I've bin love the Isaac storys can you do one where he has a meltdown plssssssssssss

Okay, so like, I wanted to make this like...not take place in what I will call the family AU (With like...Fips and Lawrence and the adoption), and decided to write this in a more original setting!

So...MORE MALACHAI COMFORTING ISAAC!!

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It was all too much at this point. Adults seemed to be coming more frequently, kids constantly came to him, asking for this and that, and Isaac still had to worry about making sure he didn't miss any 19 year old cult members that he had to sacrifice. He was stressed out, very much so. And one day, it was just all way too much for him.

"Oh my GOD! JUST SHUT UP!!" ,Isaac shouted at a few kids that just kept talking during his sermon. Malachai seemed pretty surprised. This wasn't the first time Isaac shouted at cult members, but the first time he actually sounded like he was genuinely exhausted from their constant talking. "YOU'RE JUST SO DAMN ANNOYING! YOU CAN'T SHUT YOUR MOUTHS FOR JIST TWO MINUTES OR SOMETHING I-!?" ,Isaac screamed, tears starting to roll rapidly down his cheeks as he breathed heavily, his body trembling, his hands clenching. The children, and teens, all just went completely silent, exchanging looks.

Malachai stood up and quickly led Isaac away from the cult, trying to calm him down when they stopped walking. Malachai was worried, and questioned: "Hey- I- What's wrong?" Isaac sobbed, barely keeping himself from just screaming and kicking at things. "I JUST- everything was been so stressful lately! I have no time and I can't even do my damn sermon without children talking over me! It's frustrating!"

Malachai sighed, feeling sympathy for Isaac's situation. He was probably overwhelmed and exhausted with all his work, and now he finally just broke down out of anger and pure stress. The older, ginger boy didn't know really what To do, so he did the one thing he thought would help: just listen to Isaac vent and hug him. And so, that is what he did. He sat down and pulled Isaac into his arms, to which the younger boy scowled at first, but soon just started to vent about all his stress, and the overwhelming issues, and just everything. Neither of them noticed, but a few cultists came to check what they were doing, as they were gone for a bit now.

"It- it's too much stress for me, I don't know how much I'll actually be able to handle" ,Isaac murmured, relaxing slightly into Malachai's embrace, although he was still shaking and breathing heavily. Malachai stroked his hair gently, and told him: "I know...don't worry, I'm here for you" Isaac sighed and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Malachai rubbed his head, and then smiled a tiny bit. He was gonna try and help Isaac with cult duties more from that day forward, or god forbid something worse than a meltdown happens...

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OC-tober day 3: Old OC! Had to go with the oldest OC I have, Nightshade, real name Avery Adler.

He's a 9 year old OC so as you'd expect he has changed quite a bit over time- mind you, less than some others! He's an ancient blood mage who was exiled from his old home for his hubris and lack of morals. In an attempt to 'prove' himself, he spent centuries wandering from country to country, invading communities and destroying them. Through this he would eventually create the Thanatos Syndicate.

More of his story under the cut!

He didn't create the Syndicate alone, however. He allowed Koschei Urusov to be the face of it whilst plotting behind his back. Eventually he would attempt a coup. This time, though, he'd been discovered.

Koschei's brother, Mischa, had long suspected him of not being as loyal as he appeared to be. The coup did not arrive with the force Nightshade has expected; he also did not expect Koschei's firstborn son, Rho, to react so violently. Upon seeing his friends and family in real danger, Rho's divine gifted power fully manifested.

This protected them- in so far that it completely destroyed the glacier they had made their base. Nightshade was violently attacked by Koschei, bound, gagged, and magically sealed.

For the next few years he would be kept as a prisoner, not allowed to leave the Syndicate's new base, a cathedral deep in the Cradle. Eventually however Koschei would relent and allow Nightshade out on a mission- infiltrate the nearby cult town of Haven.

Here he would end up falling in love with Melanie Sawyer. With the call for power inside him finally not the most important thing in his life, he would settle with her as a liason between Haven and the Syndicate. The two would even have a son, Crow. For a time, Nightshade was tentatively happy. This, perhaps, was what his life had been missing.

Unfortunately, Malachai Sawyer would eventually return to reclaim Haven as his birthright, displacing Melanie and Nightshade. To their horror Crow would defect, joining Malachai's side and abandoning his parents.

Nightshade now helps Melanie with the few survivours of Malachai's reclamation, seething at the loss of his temporarily peaceful life and the betrayal of his son. Maybe Crow's choice is the moral debt of what he's done over the centuries of his life, the proof that he can never truly be happy.

[stygian-omadas-epic-chronicles]

My thoughts on Sabotage (Shadows of Fire 1)

After months since it was released, I finally read it!! (hence my return to this side blog after virtually abandoning it for years 😅) But before I did, I reread all the chronicles of Nick books because it had been soooooooo long since last time I read those that I was sure there were details I'd forgotten. Oh boy! How right I was about that!

Anyway, back to Sabotage. I love it so much. It felt good to be back with the whole gang. I've missed them. The book is a nice set-up for the next chunk of the overall story, but it was too short for my liking! It was over just when it was getting interesting 😞 But after waiting so long for it, I take what I can get!

❗ spoilers ahead ❗

One thing I'm grateful is that we finally had Kody's original name spelled out for us. I know it's silly and Sherri had confirmed it a while ago, but it's the biggest pet peeve I had with CoN. I drove me crazy, absolutely insane, that her name kept changing basically with every new book that was released. I know it's a me thing, and most people couldn't care less about it. I know!! Don't @ me.

My baby Styxx was in it!!!! And for what I can guess he'll continue to be in the series for a bit. i have no words for how happy that makes me!!! But I resent that we didn't see a father-daughter hug!! We had uncle-niece's reunion, but not daddy-kid's?! How's that fair? 😣

And I cannot believe Cyprian's entitlement! OMG! Seriously dude! I mean, I get that as Malachai, he's an angry guy and craves to be loved the way Nick is loved, but like take it with your mother who was the one who sexually assaulted your father in a dream and then she hid you from him. and treated you like garbage. You shouldn't take with the guy that never knew of your existence until like half an hour before you killed him. just saying!

And yes, everyone should be smothered with love as Nick is, but you can't demand it. It sucks when the ones who should love and cherish you don't (i can't even imagine how bad bc I've been lucky enough to have a loving family), but you can't throw a 4-year-old-like tantrum, so massive that transcends time.

"If I don't have it, he can't either... I have to kill him" like what?!! 🤨

My question is, Was Cyprian conceived before or after the curse was broken? Because if was before, it could explain his attitude somewhat, but if it was after, dude! you have no excuse!!!

And now *sighs* I get back to the waiting for the next book.

[chaotic-orphan]

Dec. 8th prompt: Freezing (Whump)

Orion’s Army

Okay so this started off as part of a prompt calendar challenge but! It actually created a story, I saw Whump and just ran with it completely forgetting about the freezer? like who knew naming your characters made you love them more? And gave them more character? And personality?

Crazy. Every author should do it. But I digress…

I hope you Enjoy, Orion’s army!!! I loved writing it

There will be more soon don’t even worry

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“Jack?”

His name was whispered in the darkness of the room. Jack stared at the bunk above him, only barely seeing the lats.

“Jack?” Whispered again, more urgently this time. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” Jack whispered back, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t want to fight tomorrow.”

“Me either.”

“But you’re good at fighting,” Cadan insisted.

“Yeah,” Jack said drawing the blanket closer to him,“I know.”

“Do you think Orion will pair us together?”

Maybe if we did I’d be able to not sleep in silence, Jack thought then immediately regretted it. For a second a horrible though crossed the boy’s mind,

Instead he let out a sigh, “I don’t know Cadan.”

“You’ll probably be fine,” another voice piped up. Fallon. She was tough too, like Jack, but even Jack didn’t want to be paired with her tomorrow. Jack could hold back when he had to, Fallon was lethal. “Just go for the eyes, Cade.”

“Or the legs,” Jack offered.

“Or the shield if you’re Malachai-“

“That was one time,” a sleepy voice mumbled in the corner and the room was full of quiet giggles.

Then someone said, “I miss my mom,” and the room went silent again until morning.

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“Good morning children!” A bellowing voice pulled Jack from his slumber, but there wasn’t time to be groggy. Jack was on his feet, his bed made, standing in line with the rest of the kids in a matter of seconds.

“Jack,” Orion purred, sauntering over towards him. For his age, Jack was small. Smaller than Fallon who he stood beside, and she was only two years older. But even to Fallon Orion was a giant. “Sloppy wake up call, did you have a good rest?”

Jack didn’t meet his eyes. “Yes sir.”

“Good.” Orion rose to full height again, walking to the middle to greet the other kids with his snide remarks. Jack didn’t really care at this point what he said or did. To him, Orion was equally horrible to everyone who had the misfortune of knowing him. So Jack only had to listen once to get the general idea of what other nasty things he was saying.

One time he made Cadan cry. Jack stopped listening after that.

Jack tuned back in when Orion clapped his hands, an awful glint in his eyes.

“I’m sure you’re all dying to know who’s paired with who today, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.” The response was immediate and it made Orion’s smile grow so wide you could see his pointed animal like teeth. Like a shark’s smile, dead behind the eyes- so sharp it could cut you with only words.

“Well usually I leave it fairly balanced. But today we have visitors-“ that got everyone’s attention. Jack swallowed hard, steeling himself for further shock. Even if his hands trembled behind his back, what Orion couldn’t see wouldn’t hurt him.

“Yes, visitors. And they want to see you all perform to your best of your abilities. So we will have a little tournament, so to speak.”

Jack’s heart dropped to the bottom of his chest. That meant everyone was fighting today. It didn’t matter if Cadan wanted to or not. Or if Fallon’s knuckles were still bloody from being the last fighter yesterday. It didn’t matter that you were a kid, not to Orion. All he saw were soldiers.

“Sir, what if we lose?” Jack closed his eyes. Of course Cadan would ask such a stupid question.

“Why would you ask such a stupid question, Cadan.”

“I just meant-“

The sound of a slap resounded around the dead silent room. Jack opened his eyes, staring ahead. Steel. Steel. Steel. Steel.

“Again. With less attitude, or I just might make you the appetiser to Caolan and Atticus.”

Always with the wolves. Orion only threatened Cadan with the wolves because he was bit by one before and has been terrified ever since.

“I’m sorry sir. I meant no disrespect.”

“Go on,” Orion said.

“The tournament sir, is it knockout?”

Orion’s grin turned the sharpest Jack had ever seen.

“Quite literally boy.”

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They were getting ready in the pit. Jack throwing his armour on haphazardly. Not wanting to do this. Again.

He was tired of winning. Tired of hurting the little kids. Hearing them cry. Tired of Fallon’s flash of fear. Tired of Cadan’s pleas for mercy.

It made him feel like a monster.

That’s what Orion had made him into. It wasn’t his fault that the others couldn’t get better than him. Orion only ever let them train alone, so the same mistakes got repeated in fight after fight.

Jack just had to steel himself. He would be fine. It was everyone else he was worried about.

Across the way he saw Valerie and Seth trying to hold the weight of the sparring sword in one hand. Seth’s arms were skinny, and he was tiny. No higher than Jack’s waist, and Valerie was younger and smaller. She could hold the sword in one hand, and the shield in the other, meeting Jack’s eyes from across the way.

If Jack could look in the mirror he thinks he’d see the same grim determination set in them.

The thought scared him too much to think about for too long.

A slap on the back had him pulled into a side hug from Malachai. “I’m gonna beat you today, Jack. I can feel it.”

“Do you want me to go shieldless?”

“Ah you’re just being mean. Fallon talks big-“

“She hits harder,” Jack agreed. Malachai laughed putting his hand in Jack’s hair and tussling it.

“How would you know hot shot?” Jack smiled ready for another retort when he caught Orion’s eyes behind Malachai. They were not pleased.

“Jack. A word.” That was all he said before turning on his heel and walking away from the pit. Jack followed him, half running to keep pace.

“Sir?” Jack asked.

“These visitors Jack, they are very important to us. To you. They provide us with the necessary resources to feed us and clothe us and keep us all safe and warm.”

Orion paused for effect. Jack wasn’t supposed to speak, so he didn’t.

“I told them about you Jack. How good you are, and one of them challenged my faith in you.”

Jack frowned. A pit forming in the hollow of his stomach. He never ate before fights. This was why. Orion always had to do something that would set him on edge before hand.

“Sir?” was all he said.

“He saw the pit and everyone getting ready and asked me to point you out. So I did. And do you know what he said, Jack?”

Jack remained silent.

“He said sure I could fight too if I had that heavy leather armour on me.”

There it was. The caveat of the tournament. Jack had barely registered what Orion had said before he was grabbing Jack’s sword and shield, putting them on the bench beside them and waiting for Jack to pull the armour off.

Jack hesitated for just a second. “Am I being punished sir?”

“Punished? No! No my boy. You are my greatest achievement. My crowning jewel. You need to wow this crowd once and then we’ll all be in your corner hmm?”

Jack grabbed the armour to stop his hands from shaking and pulled it over his head, and into the waiting arms of Orion. He bent to pick up his shield and sword, but Orion tsked and Jack paled.

“The- sir the vambraces-“

“Oh no, don’t worry about them dear boy. I don’t want you crippled no.” Jack could cry with relief. “Just the shield.”

“Sir-“

“You are my favourite Jack but right now you are getting on my last nerves. Shield. Now.”

Jack was moving before Orion even finished his sentence. Just like a perfect little soldier. Perfect little robot. Perfect little lethal weapon.

His stomach turned as he stood. Naked with only his sword and bracers.

“Thatta boy, Jack . Now go on, wow them. You’re first up.”

So Jack did that.

He walked out from the pit into the small arena. The sun was low in the pale winter sky and Jack breathed in a breath of fresh air and smiled, gripping the sword tightly.

One day, he’d be free.

Then he saw his opponent.

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Cadan faced with pure terror on his face, it stopped Jack in his tracks.

“Jack? Ah Jesus, are ya serious? Why aren’t you in armour? Where’s your shield?”

Jack just shook his head. “Be quiet Cadan,” he said, a desperate plea as could be heard from Jack. “We need to put on a show.”

“A show? You’re not even dressed? How is this fair?”

Before Cadan could mewl another unfairity of their life Jack lunged swiping at Cadan’s feet who jumped back just in time.

Jack advanced, speaking quietly with Cadan throughout the fight.

“Just make it look real,” Jack pleaded. “Make it look real and then when I hit you stay down.”

Cadan didn’t have to be told twice. They sparred some more. Jack trying to manoeuvre around Cadan’s sloppy swings without a shield nearly took his eye out a couple of times until he got a bash of Cadan’s shield to the chest taking all the wind out of him.

“Jack! Shit-” Cadan said.

Shit was right. Cadan had never actually hit Jack before. In the stands he could see Orion smiling, as another man whispered in his ear.

A show. That’s all he wanted. To see Jack fail, and then come back from it.

Fine.

When Cadan reached down to help Jack up, Jack grabbed his arm pulling Cadan down with him and rolling on top of him.

“Okay. Dead.” Jack said, as he lifted Cadan’s head and slammed it down against the sand. Or made it look like he did anyway.

A round of applause sounded from the stands and Jack stood, hoisting Cadan up under his armpits and dragging him back into the pit.

“Jack why aren’t you wearing armour?”

“That was a bit rough mate…”

“How did he even get a hit on you?”

When they got through the doors, Jack dropped Cadan who let out a squeak.

“Orion wants a show. He told me himself. That’s why I’m not in armour. He wants me hurt. So do your worst. Hurt me as much as you can. Try get me out. Whatever it is Orion’s planning- I don’t care about it.”

“Jack-“ it was Fallon’s voice protesting, but Jack shook his head.

“He’s right,” said Valerie. Her voice high but determined. She looked at Jack. “When I’m up against you I won’t go easy.”

Jack actually smiled at that. “Thanks Val.”

She nodded in response.

Then her and Seth’s name was called and she grabbed Seth’s hand in one of hers and walked out.

Seth couldn’t carry a shield, so Valerie didn’t either. Not for this fight. Which only lasted a couple seconds. Malachai came in with Seth’s body followed by a despondent Valerie.

No one said anything. There was nothing to say.

“If any of you go easy on me for being younger, I’ll leave you with scars,” she warned.

Fallon and another girl fought next. Fallon the Victor, carrying her victim into the pit. Jack was surprised when they crossed the doors that Carla opened her eyes. Grinning up at Jack. Her arms were bloodied but only with shallow cuts. Jack smiled back at them.

“The show must go on,” Carla said dramatically, going to sit beside Seth and Cadan.

Okay this was good. The weak ones were getting knocked out leaving only the strong.

Malachai, Fallon, Jack and Valerie were left, and at this rate Jack would rather take Fallon than Valerie.

But it was fine because Orion wanted a show. So he grouped Malachai and Jack and Valerie and Fallon.

Valerie and Fallon were up first and Jack couldn’t watch it. Instead he turned to Malachai who had that same confident smile as if everything was going to be fine.

“You alright, little brother?” Only Malachai called him little brother. Malachai was the oldest, so everyone was little brother or sister to him. Which was fine because no one else did, and even after he told Malachai to stop he kept doing it anyway. Cadan had tried once and got a punch to the arm.

“You’re getting your wish,” Jack said with a wry smile. “I’m shieldless.”

“Shieldless and still strong as steel, I know what you’re trying to do,” Malachai hummed, watching the fight. “Make me drop my guard, it’s not happening Jackaboy. No sir. This time,” Malachai turned to face Jack then, crouching so Jack could see his mismatched eyes and their gleam of mischief.

“I’ll win.”

Malachai’s grin was infectious so Jack returned it. A hand on the back of his neck was comforting. “You’re good, Jack. You’re a good kid. Y’know I remember being a kid, outside I mean. You’re even good compared to them.”

“Do you think he’ll ever let us go?” Jack dared to ask. His voice coming out so quiet it barely brushed his lips.

“I think he will. One day. He doesn’t have us training for nothing. I’ve seen stranger- oh shit!”

Jack turned, following Malachai’s eyes to see Fallon on the ground. Unmoving. Valerie on top of her, shield gone, blood on her hands and running her sword.

Malachai was out the door in a flash, leaving Jack stupefied behind. Fallon didn’t even look like her chest was moving. Malachai scooped her up into his arms and brought her back in, Valerie in tow. Baffled just as much as Jack was.

When she met Jack’s eyes hers welled up, “I didn’t meant to hurt her that bad. But she was going easy on me, she tried not to hurt me. I should’ve-“

Jack grabbed Valerie and brought her in for a hug sword clattering to the ground as her sobs filled the pit.

“It’s okay Val,” Jack said. “You had to do it.” Over Valerie’s head, Jack could see everyone crowded around Fallon, making sure she was still breathing.

Malachai looked up at him from across the way, his eyes trailing to the girl in his arms, and something almost hateful crossed his face. Jack couldn’t say, because the moment he blinked the expression was gone.

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“Now the boys!”

As they walked out Jack tried to catch Malachai’s eye, but he stared resolutely ahead, a sword in each hand. He never liked shields, thought they were too slow. But with Malachai’s strength he didn’t need them, and this was the one fight Jack was actually worried about.

“Malachai, she had to do it. She didn’t mean it, she’s just a kid,” Jack whispered desperately, but that look was in Malachai’s eyes. That cold fury burning behind his pupil.

“I know.”

“BEGIN!”

Malachai’s twin blades came down hard on Jack’s, who had swung his up in the knick of time, using his other hand to push against Malachai’s weight.

“But Fallon doesn’t deserve that,” Malachai said, barely breaking a sweat.

“Either does Valerie,” Jack said through gritted teeth. His heels dug into the sand of the arena, and he knew this was a lost cause, so with one massive shove he threw his weight against Malachai’s swords which didn’t do much except give Jack enough time to roll free of their locked blades.

He was getting to his feet when he got a boot to the face, and it threw him off course. His hands flying out behind him ready to push up if Malachai hadn’t hooked his leg with his own and topple Jack onto his back again.

Jack brought his sword up in defence. Malachai didn’t advance further just stood above him, like a shadow of vengeance. He slipped his blade back along his arms, manoeuvring the hilt so he had a good grip on and Jack’s eyes went wide.

“Malachai he just wants a show,” Jack hissed, kicking at Malachai’s shins, but that didn’t deter Malachai so Jack aimed his leg higher and aimed for his stomach.

Malachai caught Jack’s leg and Jack swung out with his sword, hitting Malachai’s vambraces.

“Come on little brother, just play dead.”

“Then promise you won’t hurt Valerie.”

“She asked us not to go easy on her.”

“Fallon will be fine!” Malachai’s eyes flashed at that.

“So will Valerie.”

Malachai swung the blunt hilt down towards Jack’s head, and Jack followed the motion back evading it getting his other leg under Malachai’s stomach and using his motion to throw him over Jack’s shoulder.

Malachai went rolling, and Jack sprung to his feet, rolling his shoulders and bouncing on his heels. He gripped the sword tight in his hands, chancing a glance at the stalls to see Orion sitting with his legs spread, head in his hands and his elbows resting on his knees. Something entirely too eager and captivating in his view.

Then Orion’s eyes flicked and Jack brought his arm up, blocking Malachai’s barrage, not dropping eye contact. Jack got an elbow to the nose for his arrogance and he stumbled back, eyes watering as Malachai advanced anger in his stride.

Jack threw his sword up but Malachai punched him in the face again, grabbing his arm with one hand and twisting his wrist until he dropped the sword. Jack cried out as Malachai pulled his arm forward, slicing his chest with his sword.

Without getting a breath Malachai fixed his boot over the wound and kicked. Jack went down the wind being knocked out of him, and he didn’t have time to blink before Malachai was on him, arms on his wrists pinning him with his weight.

Despite his predicament Jack let out a small wheeze of laughter, “You’ve been holding back you prick.”

Malachai flashed a smile, “I’m sorry little brother. I’m pissed and you never know when to quit.”

“But you’re not pissed at me,” Jack said and Malachai frowned and loosened his grip.

“Punch me make it look real.”

He had barely finished his sentence before Jack was wrestling out of his grip punching him across the cheek. Jack didn’t flinch, but Malachai finally grit his teeth securing Jack’s wrist against the sand.

“Good. Keep struggling and talk.”

“We can go for Orion.”

“Do I need to hit you again?”

“We can!” Jack insisted. “This way neither of us have to fight Valerie okay?”

“It’s still about Valerie?” Malachai asked, holding Jack’s wrists with one hand and reaching back for a discarded sword.

“Yes!”

“Why! Why are you protecting her over Fallon?”

“Because…”

Malachai shook his head. “Forget it,” he said softly. “I’m with you, whatever you have planned.”

“Okay, just follow my lead.”

Malachai nodded, and got off him. Handing Jack his sword and picking up both of his. Orion stood immediately, eyes flashing and Jack’s heart pounded in his ears.

Orion looked furious, already seeing where this was going.

“Did I say stop?” Orion asked, his hands curling into fists by his side.

“No,” said Jack. “I did. We’re not fighting. The tournaments over.”

“Oh dear boy-” Orion tsked, shaking his head slowly. The doors to the pit opened behind them and Cadan was there, sword and shield in hand coming to the rescue when bars slid down over the door locking them outside the arena. More pressing locking Jack and Malachai inside the arena.

Jack was distinctly aware of his lack of armour but he had started now. No point in running and hiding. He was sick of doing what Orion wanted of him.

“Resume the fight, now. Or I’ll unleash the hounds.”

“I’m not afraid of the dogs, Orion,” Jack said, fighting the flinch of saying his name out loud instead of sir. His back growing warm from the lashes of the belt Orion had inflicted on him to make him learn his place. Learn that Orion was only to be addressed as sir.

Jack could even feel Malachai look at him from the corner of his eye, readjusting his hands on his blades.

“I’m with you little brother,” he whispered and Jack’s heart slammed again, this time with courage.

Orion smiled, his eyes cruel. “I didn’t say I’d release the hounds on you, boy.”

Jack’s eyes went wide, turning just in time to heat Cadan scream. Jack ran to the bars, Malachai on his heels, trying to see over Cadan’s shoulder to see the dogs blocking the exit to the pit and all the kids locked inside. Valerie standing in front of them all, her shield up. The dogs were too strong and tall for her, she’d be ripped apart.

“Orion, call them off!” Malachai yelled over his shoulder, but Orion sat back down, content.

“You can call them off, boys. Resume your fight.”

“Cadan, listen to me,” Malachai began softly. “They’re just dogs okay, bash them with your shield.”

“I- I c- can’t. Kai, I can’t.”

“Yes you can. You can, listen, you can do this Cadan.”

“One of them will get me.”

“You must, Cadan,” Jack said. “Valerie’s too small, they’ll kill her if they get a bite at her. You have to do this. You can do it, otherwise everyone in there. Fallon. Seth. They’re going to be attacked too. Like you were-”

Cadan was shaking as one of the dogs rammed Valerie’s shield and she stumbled back, getting closer to the bars.

“We can’t help you, Cade. You can do this,” Malachai encouraged, putting a hand through the bars and on Cadan’s shoulder squeezing it.

Valerie’s shield clattered to the ground then and was swinging her sword wildly.

“Jack!” Valerie screamed.

“We-” Jack began licking his lips, but he was cut off by Malachai saying

“No, we’re not. You’re right. Cade can do this. No more giving Orion what he wants.”

One of the dogs yelped as Carla stepped in, kicking the dog closest to Valerie in the snout. Then Atticus the bigger of the two dogs turned on Carla. She raised her shield just as Atticus jumped at her.

“Anytime, Cadan!” Carla ground out, pushing her weight against the wolf dog.

“See? You just need to help Valerie, Cadan.”

“Now, Cadan!” Jack yelled, pushing him forward and Cadan slammed his shield down in front of Valerie pushing her back.

“FUCK!” Cadan screamed as Caolan barrelled into his shield.

“Your ankles! Protect your ankles!” Jack screamed.

Malachai grunted beside Jack and Jack hadn’t registered the noise until he was yanked backwards by someone behind him. Jack threw an elbow back, but a hand hooked around the crook of his elbow and yanked his arm behind his back.

Jack threw his head back then and heard a grunt when it made contact with a chest. He grinned. The hands on him turned him around to face Orion, and all blood dropped from his face as he saw Orion with Malachai at his feet being held with a sword at his neck.

Orion tugged Malachai’s head up higher, pressing the sword in until it drew blood.

“Stop!” Jack snapped, struggling harder against his captor.

Orion tsked. “I thought I taught you better, Jack. And Malachai, look what you’ve done to him. My pride and joy. My first success. You turn on me the moment a boy says boo?”

“Go fuck yourself,” said Malachai, which earned him a punch to the face. Orion sighed drawing his fist back, and repositioning the blade under Malachai’s throat.

“Right. Re-breaking in it is. Knock the boy out, he’ll cause trouble if he’s conscious.”

That only made Jack struggle harder, until he got a whack to the side of his head and the world grew dark and muddy.