#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."

[imaginefan]

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.

Requests and general question!

[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.❞

[nevereverthem]

The Vampire Diaries : (a post that I made in a Tumblr Community, posting it on my page now)

For love, no debate.

-> Bonnie × Malachai "Kai", a great enemies to lovers these two!! 🙄

-> Tyler × Olivia "Liv", she did not die. They went away and started a new life together!! 😭

-> Josette "Jo" × Alaric, because they need to raise the twins together. (with freaking uncle Kai)

-> I want Lucas "Luke" to get a lil' boyfriend. 🥹 Yes, he is alive, I don't care! (ps: I care so much)

-> Mary-Louise × Nora, cuties. 😭 They died together at least. 🫶

-> Damon × Lorenzo "Enzo", because they need to do it. Their 'bromance' is filled with too much sexual tension. 🤣

-> Valerie × Stefan, honestly, the definition of could have, should have. 🙃

-> Matthew "Matt", baby, I am so sorry for your loss. *hug* 🥺 I am here for you. ❤️

-> Caroline × Klaus (honestly I don't really like him, and their story is ugh, but clearly it has to be them) 🤔

-> Elena, girl, do you fancy a trouple with Denzo? 🫣

Bear with me.

PS : this is not a personal attack on any ship or character. Once again, it is about LOVE.

[brutal1ty]

NAME :     PARKER ,   MALACHAI   (  KAI  ) .

AGE :    TWENTY - TWO . 

HEIGHT :    6 ' 1 .  HAIR COLOR :    BLACK .  EYE COLOR :    BLUE. 

HOMETOWN :    PORTLAND ,   OREGON .     LIVED WASTED AWAY THERE ALL HIS LIFE , AND THEN ANOTHER FEW BONUS YEARS ON TOP OF THAT . HIS HOME WAS A CAGE , AND IT WAS ALL HE'S KNOWN .

FAMILY :     JOSHUA PARKER , FATHER , ALIVE . JOSETTE PARKER , TWIN SISTER , ALIVE . OLIVIA PARKER , YOUNGER SISTER , ALIVE . LUCAS PARKER , YOUNGER BROTHER , ALIVE . FOUR UNNAMED YOUNGER SIBLINGS , DECEASED .

TITLE :     SIPHONER .

YOU'RE BORN INTO A FAMOUS COVEN AS THEIR UNDOING ; SMILES OVER A NEW BABY BOY TRANSFORMING WITH YOU AS YOU GROW INTO GRIMACES OF FEAR , DREAD , HATRED . YOU ARE NOT A WITCH LIKE THEM , YOU'RE SOMETHING OTHER , AND YOU'LL SPEND THE REST OF YOUR CHILDHOOD NOT BEING HELD BY ANYTHING OTHER THAN ARMS' LENGTH . ABOMINATION IS A WORD YOU LEARN TOO YOUNG . YOU'RE JUST A LITTLE KID WHEN YOU ACCIDENTALLY SIPHON FOR THE FIRST TIME , BECAUSE YOUR VERY BONES CALL FOR IT , SO HUNGRY FOR MAGIC IT'S A CONSTANT SOB IN YOUR THROAT ⸻ YOUR VERY FIRST MISTAKE . YOU MAKE YOUR MOTHER CRY , BECAUSE YOUR TOUCH HURTS , AND NOTHING'S EVER THE SAME AGAIN AFTER YOU ANNOUNCE YOURSELF THE MONSTER THAT YOU ARE .

YOUR TWIN SISTER , THOUGH , SHE'S EVERYTHING YOU AREN'T . WITH A WAVE OF HER HAND , SHE MAKES THINGS DANCE IN THE AIR , SHE LIGHTS CANDLES , SHE FIXES EVERYTHING YOU BREAK WHILE YOU'RE BURNING , ON FIRE , JONESING FOR A HIT OF THAT SAME MAGIC . SHE STILL LOOKS AT YOU LIKE SHE MIGHT LOVE YOU , EVEN LONG AFTER YOU'VE BEEN DISTANCED FROM THE COVEN , EVEN AFTER YOU'VE BEEN TOLD NEVER TO TOUCH ANYONE AGAIN . AND SOMETIMES YOU EVEN LOVE HER BACK . ( IF A THING LIKE YOU CAN FEEL LOVE . ) SOMEDAY , YOU KNOW YOU'LL BE EVERYTHING SHE IS AND MORE , ANYWAY . SOMEDAY , YOU'RE GOING TO MERGE WITH HER , JUST LIKE EVERY PAIR OF GEMINI TWINS MUST , AND YOU'LL BE THE TWIN LEFT STANDING . YOU'LL FINALLY BE PART OF THIS , PART OF YOUR FAMILY , PART OF SOMETHING . YOU'LL FINALLY BE NORMAL .

YOU'RE TWENTY - TWO WHEN YOU FIND OUT IT'S ALL BEEN A LIE . YOUR FATHER'S NEVER LOVED YOU , HAS FILLED YOUR HOME WITH MORE SIBLINGS THAN YOUR SHELL OF A MOTHER EVER KNEW WHAT TO DO WITH AND WHO YOUR SISTER'S HELPED RAISE WHERE SHE COULD , ROBBING HER OF A CHILDHOOD SO SIMILARLY TO YOU . BUT YOU THOUGHT YOU AT LEAST AGREED ON YOUR COVEN'S DESTINY . THOUGHT HE'D AT LEAST RESPECT YOUR INEVITABILITY IN REPLACING HIM AS THE GEMINI COVEN'S LEADER . BUT NO ; HE'S A FATHER SO MANY TIMES OVER FOR A PURPOSE BEYOND FATHERHOOD ; TO DELIVER THE NEXT SET OF TWINS , LUKE AND LIV , WHO CAN MERGE TOO , SOMEDAY . WHO CAN REPLACE YOU , WRITE YOU OUT OF THE STORY ENTIRELY . YOU AREN'T A LEADER , YOU AREN'T A SON , YOU ARE EXACTLY WHAT THEY'VE ALWAYS KNOWN YOU TO BE : AN ABOMINATION .

MAY 9 , 1994 . THE REALIZATION MAY HAVE MADE YOU SNAP A LITTLE . IT'S A DARK NIGHT WHEN YOU HUNT YOUR SIBLINGS DOWN AND KILL THEM OFF , ONE BY ONE , THE VILLAIN THEY CREATED NOW IN A HORROR MOVIE OF YOUR OWN DESIGN . YOU COULD SIPHON UP SOME MAGIC FOR THE JOB , BUT YOU DON'T ⸻ THIS IS PERSONAL . SO YOU HANG ONE OF THEM , YOU BASH ANOTHER ONE'S HEAD IN , YOU DROWN ONE IN THE SWIMMING POOL , YOU STAB YOUR TWIN TO GET HER OUT OF THE WAY ... BUT YOU LEAVE HER ALIVE . ( SOMETIMES YOU EVEN LOVE HER BACK . ) BECAUSE SHE'S HIDDEN THE TWINS , BUT YOU DON'T NEED THEM ANYWAY , SHE SAYS . SPARE THEM ; MERGE WITH HER TONIGHT . THAT'S YOUR MISTAKE . TRUSTING HER . BUYING HER THE TIME SHE NEEDS TO RELINQUISH HER MAGIC , RUIN YOUR FUTURE , AND BRING IN THE REST OF YOUR COVEN TO EXILE YOU .

AND EXILED YOU ARE . HELLO , PURGATORY DIMENSION , A WORLD OF PANIC - INDUCING ISOLATION THAT RUNS FAR DEEPER THAN ANYTHING YOU THOUGHT YOU ALREADY KNEW . A MIRROR IMAGE OF THE WORLD YOU LIVED IN , BUT EMPTY . NO PEOPLE , JUST YOU . NO MAGIC TO SIPHON , JUST YOU . YOU . YOU . MISTAKE , MONSTER , FAILURE , KILLER , YOU . IT ISN'T ALL THAT LONG BEFORE YOU TRY TO KILL YOURSELF ; AND YOU TRY AGAIN ; AND YOU TRY AGAIN . SURVIVE EVERY ATTEMPT , UNTIL YOU RECOGNIZE YOUR WORLD FOR WHAT IT IS . YOUR COVEN'S ETERNAL PUNISHMENT ON YOU , BLACK SHEEP , SOCIOPATH . THIS IS YOUR HELL , AND THE DEVIL'S ALREADY HERE . YOU .

YEARS PASS . NO ONE SPEAKS . IT'S JUST ... YOU .

2025 . YOU DON'T KNOW THE DETAILS YET , BUT YOU KNOW A BENNETT WITCH MUST HAVE BLED SOMEWHERE CRITICAL . IT MEANS YOUR RELEASE . IT MEANS A BALANCE UPSET , AND YOUR STARVING MIND , BODY , SOUL STEPPING OUT INTO A LOUD , CHAOTIC , PEOPLE - FILLED WORLD . YOU'RE A MESS , SIMPLY PUT ; ITCHING FOR COMPANY , FOR REVENGE , FOR ANOTHER HIT OF THE VANILLA SCENT THAT SEEMED TO FOLLOW YOU LIKE A GHOST IN YOUR PRISON WORLD . YOU FEEL COMPELLED TO START IN BEACON HILLS , SO YOU GO . MAYBE IT'S THERE YOU'LL FIND WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE SO BRUTALLY HUNGRY FOR .

[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.

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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 :)

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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.

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 058: Somebody is Killing Them All! (SSM 44-45, SSM Ann 2)

MASTERPOST

With a cover like that, you can only do one thing: keep reading.

(Plus, there's gorgeous art in there!)

And here's our awesome first page as well:

Wow. Just... wow. The lighting, the shading, the view... Incredible. Maybe needs more cars but come on, that's a detail. *reads the text* Oh...

The pages are very dense. Basically, the mob has had... issues recently (I wonder if Silvermane's part of it, like last time) and a guy wants his men to find some items for his uncle.

It's the New Year for Chinatown! One of the men, Dolenz, tries to steal the jade there, but he gets gunned down.

MEANWHILE.

I'm pregnant! But also, great colors in the second panel. And the third one. And I'm pregnant!

Look at his cute little outfit!!!!!!!! I love that red sweater, holy fuck!

Holy fuck. The food is good. The food is delicious.

So one of Peter's pictures features the aforementioned murder. Time to investigate!

It's Alfred's turn to die mysteriously. Not yet though, Spidey's still investigating!

First off, that joke is funny. Secondly, that cake in the last panel???!?! Yes but?!?! Maybe a bit too much hahaha.

Turns out Alfred doesn't die, on the contrary, his attackers die! What a chad.

The art is all over the place in this issue, but the line art is so good I don't even mind. Love how it all looks. And I feel like there's a lot of ambition too!

See what I mean?

Anyway, Spidey finds out that Malachai Toomes owns the building he was led to... Toomes, as in, the Vulture. He's a relative, nice!

What the fuck did the artists smoke for this issue, because they made excellent art, I love this!

Spidey fights goons, finds Toomes, who informs him that Alfred is the culprit, then tries to kill him with deadly gas coming out of his carnation. It's not the green, but it's still very gay.

Spidey wakes up chained in a coffin on a conveyor belt. And next to him...

Fucking hell, how the fuck is this issue so gorgeous like that?! Bravo to the whole team because goddamnit.

On *that* website, the commenters really don't like the art, but it's a scan and not digital, which I think does sublimate how it looked. Damn, I loved it.

What the fuuuuuck.

So Malachai is the Vulture's nephew, nice.

Everyone thinks Spidey's dead, so they have a celebration. Good for them!

The Vulture isn't fooled by Alfred's plans though. It was actually his intention all along to let Alfred get rid of his rivals to weed out the weak. Smart!

The furnace explodes or whatever, and Spidey gets everyone out of the burning mansion (but not before showcasing his perfect butt).

Elsewhere...

Damn, I liked that creepy little bald guy, I'll miss him.

The Vulture gets angry and starts pummeling Alfred, but then Spidey arrives, they fight, the Vulture flees, Alfred asks the cops to take him in to get protected from the Vulture.

Spidey and Vulture crash in Grand Central Station, it makes for a nice environment! Loving this. Eventually, the Vulture crashes in a glass window.

Peter... doesn't feel so good.

What a great set of issues. What a solid ending. Loved the art.

And now it's time for the King-Size Annual! I'm hoping for more of Peter's life, but somehow, I doubt it.

Sure!

Our story starts as Spidey and Rapier fight together against some low-level goons, before Rapier takes off. Alright, I'm up for a... team up.

They're staying mostly consistent with his apartment, that's nice! And while I appreciate our pretty hero, these pajamas look a bit weird. Also, it feels weird to see May!

The next day, Peter and Ned go to the docks to do some investigating.

Oh Ned, that outfit... *sigh*

The goons steal Peter's press card, and our heroes leave the area. However, when Peter goes to the Bugle (I have no idea why he would go to the Bugle but not matter) and is about to become gay for pay.

Oh, his "bulge ain't a billfold?" Huh-huh.

Just as I predicted previously, Silvermane's back, right in Jonah's office! He's unhappy about Jonah's inquiries about the mob, and the same goes for Peter's photographies. Silvermane himself gives the card back to Peter, nicely threatening him and taking his camera. Peter quickly gets an advance from Jonah though.

Hahaha.

They have a fight, and Spidey tells off Silvermane.

Silvermane's not amused.

We get a scene at the Rapier's home, where he says he must kill Silvermane and his girlfriend pleads for him to stop his vigilante activites. Standard stuff.

More importantly, Peter Parker is a slut (good for him).

So Jonah's idea is to make people so angry they rile up and the authorities are forced to act. Alright, not bad!

Glory informs Peter that Jonah's behavior is due to Robbie being recently attacked and sent to the hospital. Makes sense.

At a church turned into a museum or something, Silvermane has an appointment with Rapier. This is a great excuse to show great art.

Oh they're sooooo exes. They fucked, they absolutely fucked!

I'm afraid, because now that we got this character's backstory (they were partners, Silvermane left him for dead, Rapier's future girlfriend saved him, there you go) and now he can very well die. Silvermane is going to be alright, he's a villain, they always come back, but Rapier is (kind of) a nice guy now, and that's why I'm scared for him.

Spider-Man arrives right on time to stop Rapier from killing Silvermane, and Rapier's so angry he challenges Spidey to a sword fight. Hell yeah!

TOO MUCH TEXT CALM DOWN STAN LEE

Spider-Man gets rid of Rapier's sword, but then--Clarissa, Rapier's girlfriend, throws it at Spidey to make him confused! Nononono she's gonna die is she? Oh, I know she's gonna die. Come oooooooon.

Rapier feels betrayed by Clarissa's intervention, and decides to start ALL OF THIS ALL OVER AGAAAAAIN because he has PRINCIPLES. JESUS. OKAY.

So what must happen... happens.

Ugh. Alright, that's not a bad ending.

Except he's not dead! He flees the scene. Hm.

Ok, not sure I'm a fan of this Rapier guy. Feels too much like Punisher, but a bit more quirky. Maybe if he gets some development... Who knows!

We'll have to talk about this one commenter at some point because they have... opinions. They are very opiniated. And we're reading issues almost synchronized? This is funny. Dramaaaaaa. Lengthy comments every issue! Fascinating.

Next time: A lot of ASM! Like, a lot! We'll see how that goes.

[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...

[greaterarts]

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.

[icanbeyourgenie]

“ What about you? ” - Malachai to Wendy

“Mmh?”

Wendy raised her head and realized she had no idea what Malachai said in the last five minutes or so. It wasn't like her to be distracted. She usually was always extremely focused on her surroundings. But she was always more relaxed around Malachai. And lately, all her mind seemed to do was think about him and their night together.

It happened two weeks ago now. She had come in his room at night like usual, and was brave enough to ask him what she wanted. The deal was quite simple: just one time, and then they'd go back to being friends. Just like after their first kiss. Malachai had sticked to the deal like a true gentleman. Except that now it was all Wendy could think about. He was all she could think about.

Malachai smiled. “You're distracted tonight. Is my presence boring you that much already?”

“Well, I wasn't going to say anything but since you mention it..” She joked, which made him laugh, and she had to ignore the fuzzy feeling.

“My apologies. How can I entertain you tonight?”

“You could repeat what you asked me just now. And any important part of the conversation I just missed by being so distracted, sorry.”

“No worries. I was just asking you, well...” He started blushing and Wendy was intrigued. “Last time... I told you something that no one else knows about me. So I was asking: What about you? Is there something you could tell me that no one else knows about you?”

Wendy looked at him for a silent second. The blush on his cheeks matched his eyes and she found it lovely. How was she supposed to think about something else than him? That was unfair, truly. She almost regret that night. At least before she didn't have a glimpse of what it was for him to be hers. It was impossible anyway. They could never be together. But now, her heart kept whispering "What if?" and it was heartbreaking to be reminded of all the reasons it was forbidden.

He was on the couch, two glasses of untouched red wines next to him. There was so much red in that room. Did she use to love that color that much? Any way, she loved it now. Wendy realized she had lost focused again and Malachai seemed restless, so she snapped back to reality and came sitting next to him. At the other end of the couch, to not feed her delusions that much.

“What do you want to know?”

“No, it doesn't work that way. You have to tell me yourself. Whatever you want, just something no one else knows. I figured it wouldn't be too difficult, you rarely talk about yourself.” His smile grew mischievous. “In fact, you should tell me three things. To make up for the fact that you were distracted all evening and didn't even tell me one story in two weeks.”

“See, I knew that's why you liked my company so much. Not for me but for my stories!” Wendy joked, pretending to be offended, and Malachai went along with the joke.

“Of course. I love a good storyteller, what else would I be interested about?”

She lightly punched his shoulder and they both laughed. Then, Wendy started to think. The first thing came easily into her mind.

“One of my names is Moira and I truly dislike it. But my dad used to tell me my mother insisted on it, and I never knew her, so at least I've got something of her, you know? My full name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling.”

Malachai stayed silent for a few seconds and Wendy realized she never mentioned his family in front of him. It was weird since they talked about everything, but they had been dead for so long, and talking about them made her feel so terribly sad, so she never did.

“You never talked about a family. Or about a family name. I assumed you were an orphan.”

“I am now. But I wasn't always.” She could see Malachai wanted to ask more questions, but he respected the processus of the deal: she had to decide what she wanted to reveal, he'd ask questions later.

“I think Moira is a fine name.”

“Mh, I think you're biased.” She smiled lightly and thought for a second about what she wanted to reveal next. “I had two brothers.” Malachai raised an eyebrow and she continued. Somehow, talking about it now felt cathartic. “John and Micheal. My little brothers. They're the ones I first told my stories to. When our dad was working and it was just us. Or when they were frightened at night. They were my first audience.”

Why had she not thought about them for years? It felt cruel. But remembering them was like putting a hot dagger through her heart. Fortunately Malachai came closer. He took her hand and that made it better. It made her feel stronger.

“I'm sorry for your loss.”

“It was a long time ago.”

“Still. I am truly sorry.” They stayed silent for a few minutes. “I'm not surprised that you're an elder sister.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you always understood. The pressure it is to have them depend on you, to have to be the strong one, the one with the clear head.”

She did understand, and she always saw how tiring it was for the sea prince even if he tried to hide it. She passed her hand through his hair. It was maybe a mistake but he loved it, and she definitely loved his hair. He closed his eyes and sighed and she felt so warm. She knew it was a mistake. But then he put his arm around her waist to hold her closer, and before she could stop herself she came on top of him, straddling him, one hand in his hair, the other on his neck while he was firmly holding her waist. It happened fast and so naturally. Wendy felt very very warm now, and she deduced by Malachai's growing blush that he did too. They looked into each other's eyes and gravity brought them closer until their foreheads touched. Wendy had a little trouble breathing, and even more thinking straight. Maybe it's why she admitted:

“The last thing no one else knows is that I can't stop thinking about you.”

“Neither can I.”

“But I shouldn't. And you shouldn't either.”

“I know.”

Gravity came into the scene again and the next second they were kissing. Truly kissing. Wendy thought she might combust. She tried putting her thoughts together and put some space between them.

“Lys, we really can't.”

Using that nickname was counterproductive judging by how Malachai kissed her after this. Clearly he liked it enough to not allow her to breathe.

“We should really not.” He said between two kisses.

“Really not.” She confirmed, as breathless as he was. “If Morgana found out. Or your father...”

“That would be really bad yes. Duty demands that we stop now.”

“I'm glad we agree.” She answered, and then they kept kissing, again and again. They were lying on the couch now and he was on top of her, and it was marvelous how she wasn't afraid at all. Not one bit. “Lys you're a prince, and I'm just-”

But he didn't let her finish, and kissing him was more interesting that talking. “Stay the night, please.” He pleaded.

She almost was reasonable. She almost said no. But then he started kissing her neck and she knew it was over for her. They'd deal with the consequences later. For now all that mattered was him.