#Obession AU

[nobody-nexus]

If Serial Killer Pomni and The Influencer ever tried to date it'd be the most cartoonishly toxic yuri couple you've ever seen

(Influencer belongs to @ask-the-rag-dolly)

[owlssin]

clone wars gang but make them cowboys

[lemon-wedges]

Behold thou art fair, my beloved, behold thou art fair..let me see thy face, let me hear thy voice. For thy voice is harmonious and thy face enchanting, thou has ravished my heart...thy lips drop as the honeycomb....thy palate a heady wine that goes straight to my love and flows over my lips and teeth....

Umberto Eco - The Name of the Rose

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Monk x Shinto Priest Au

[mobbu-min]

hmmmm… i want to watch nosferatu and have malleus on the brain…

(tw possible yan mal? blood and death, not reader tho)

Vampire Malleus that sees you trembling through the ruins outside his territory. A shaky hand holding onto a heavy flashlight and the other wrapped tightly around your midriff. A pathetic form of protection, he muses.

Mortals tend to steer clear from his area. He wasn’t even sure when was the last time he saw one. Surely by your indecent way of dress, it's been quite a long time. Ah, how time flies when you're a creature of the night.

Vampire Malleus that follows you throughout the night. Always stepping out of sight everytime you squeak and flash your light in his direction. He could see the tiny tears pricking at your glossy eyes. Throughout his years, he’s seen fear plastered across the face of many and yet, something about yours has his dead heart thrumming in his cold chest. Maybe it’s your eyes, big and shaky, or your trembling lips that squeaks like a little mouse. Or perhaps, it's because you're just so pathetically human that it lights up his curiosity.

Faintly he could hear the sounds of other humans approaching the area. And suddenly, your fear has disappeared into relief. And Malleus’ serene smile twitches. His fun is over and soon you’ll disappear beyond his reach. It can’t be helped, Malleus sighs. For as fleeting as you were, you sure were entertaining.

And yet as your voice met your friends and you turned to face them, your foot slipped and you came tumbling down. Yelping as jagged rock embedded itself into your palms and exposed knees. You hissed in pain as you examined the blood that began to leak out your poor cuts, dripping and collecting into a puddle down below.

And just like that the smell of your blood has awoken the beast.

The moment your friends made it up the hill they fell down wordlessly. It didn’t even click in your brain what had happened. Eyes couldn’t even follow the large black blurr that seemingly flew down from the sky and picked off your friends one by one. Leaving them not a second for them to scream, not a second for them to feel an ounce of fear.

Shakely you called out for them. No response came, just the sway of the wind. Fear mounted you to your spot. You couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything and the smell of blood, thick and metallic clung to your nose.

And that smell only became more apparent as a pair of sharp slender pale hands reached for you from the darkness. Twisting your head from the lifeless bodies of your friends to the glowing red eyes of a beast. Domineering, lustful. The beast gazed down at you with such ferocity, you were sure you were about to pass. Those hands, stained with the blood of your friends, trailed down to your bloodied hand and lifted it up to its mouth.

A forked tongue slithered from its mouth and slid across your open wound. And just like that, its eyes rolled back and closed, and it visibly shivered. Disgust thick with fear coated your throat at its reaction and your body fought to move. And yet, it’s hold on your wrist turned harsh, knife-like nails digging into the delicate skin of your wrist and you stilled.

Its eyes opened into narrowed slits. Lips parting into a pleased smirk, allowing you to see its long, sharp teeth. And with a voice, deep and smooth and seemingly human, it purred.

“What an interesting find…”

[gunmetalsonic]

Yandere metadow ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Idea: Sonic Dies And Shadow Ends up Going Crazy And Ends up With an Very Huge (and unhealthy) Obsession With Metal Sonic.

[ineffablesheets]

Tony is obessed with magic AU

Tony: So how do I get a magic cape like yours? Can I program it? Can it fly faster than my suit? Strange: You can’t just make everything into tech, Tony. Tony: Challenge accepted. Strange: Do not make an AI-powered Cloak of Levitation. Tony: Too late. I’ve already named it ‘REGGIE’

(Reactive Elevated Guardian Guidance Intelligent Equipment)

[daegutowns]

svt as your hogwarts boyfriend

tags: hogwarts au, gn!reader

gryffindor: seungcheol, hoshi, chan 

seungcheol: quidditch team beater, quidditch team captain

prepare to be sick of him!! 

very competitive, so match days are always so big for him

if you’re not dripped out in gryffindor colors (regardless of which house you’re in), it’s over. he’ll be so pouty and whiny

“baby, it’s match day. why are you not wearing your custom made quidditch jersey i made for you?”  

“don’t talk to me, you’re wearing [house other than gryffindor] colors. nope, obviously you don’t wish me good luck.” 

big bad quidditch team captain has nothing on his lover 

says he plays better when you’re cheering for him 

claims he’s mcgonagall’s best student

he’s actually very good at transfigurations

he wants to be an auror one day, so this is just a step in the process

mcgonagall actually does adore him

very protective of his quidditch team members and would gladly start a fight to defend any one of them (hot-headed but won’t admit it) 

always says he’ll buy you anything, no matter how many galleons he has to spend

actually gets upset if you try to pay for your own chocolate frog on the train

the type to always want to sit next to you if you share a class together (except potions)

hoshi: quidditch team chaser 

he is mr. horanghae…. mr. quidditch is in my blood…. mr. tiger chaser 

his plans are to become a professional quidditch team player

the british national quidditch team coach has already scouted him out

genuinely a quidditch prodigy, since he’s a muggleborn wizard. just picked up a quaffle and was an instant baller 

mcgonagall’s pride and joy…. she lives and breathes quidditch 

he has nothing else going on for him academically, really -- just trying to pass and that’s it lol 

snape hates his guts. didn’t even have to do much, really 

only asks for quidditch stuff for his birthday

he loves when you shout out nonsense stuff like “get ‘em tiger!” or “horanghae!” or “tiger’s gaze!” during the quidditch match. it’s soooo embarrassing for you but it actually gets him fired up 

the type to fall asleep in class and then ask you for notes afterwards 

chan: 

he wants to be on the quidditch team starting line so bad, but he’s been benched… then injured… then benched again… 

but he’s, like, lowkey highkey very good at defense against the dark arts??? 

like, conjured a patronus at the age of 12 kind of good

comes from a family of aurors (his dad’s side), so this kind of just runs in his blood 

he offers to tutor you in it because it’s his greatest passion in life 

of course, he’ll need some tutoring in all the other subjects…. snape has lit his ass on fire (metaphorically, for legal purposes) due to many badly made, strange potions he’s made 

hufflepuff: dk, mingyu, seungkwan, vernon 

mingyu: quidditch team beater 

of course this big puppy is a hufflepuff! but, he’s the most gryffindor-like hufflepuff ever

even the sorting hat had trouble placing him in the correct house, but ultimately chose hufflepuff 

he honestly didn’t even know if he should be trying out for the quidditch team, but dk brought him there and he barely even had to struggle at tryouts

his big frame and strong arms make him an excellent beater

he still has a fear of heights, he just forgets about it during quidditch (like what)

he loves when you praise him for his quidditch skills, especially after a particularly hard practice or grueling game 

he just wants to be held in your arms near the fireplace, is that too much to ask for ?!?!?!!?!!

surprisingly very smart at most subjects too, especially potions

the only thing he struggles with is herbology (like wtf would he be doing near all these screaming plants or oozing flowers????) 

kind of based for a hufflepuff to not be good at herbology bc of professor sprout but alas…. 

he loves care of magical creatures, because he’s like a dog -- just friends with everyone 

he’s kind of like the cedric diggory type ngl -- well liked, friendly, athletic, smart 

the type to want to walk around the castle holding hands all the time 

deekay: quidditch team chaser 

the most stereotypical hufflepuff ever 

so kind, so loyal, so hardworking, so….. 

the happy virus, sunshine, rainbows shooting out of his ass kind of guy

seriously, there’s not one hufflepuff that doesn’t love him 

he plans on becoming a charms professor at hogwarts one day! 

he’s soooo good at charms 

so much so that girls around hogwarts giggle and call him a charmer

like he got people blushing n shit 

turned down the offer to become captain because it was a lot of pressure! he is still going to be the next quidditch team captain next year. 

he simply did not have a choice in this matter 

loves going to hogsmeade and sitting in the three broomsticks with his friends laughing because it’s so cozy. he wants to live in that feeling forever 

the type to send you a love letter by owl on valentines day to watch your reaction while you sit with your friends 

seungkwan: hogwarts choir soprano 

he is THE boo seungkwan of the hogwarts choir! 

professor flitwick (the conductor of the choir) is always amazed at his performance ability. seungkwan has never Not had a solo in the hogwarts annual christmas choir performance 

likes to watch quidditch practices while he does his divination essays 

he feels like it gives them a certain vibe while he makes up dreams about his imaginary rabbit dying for trelawney 

if dk was everyone’s crush, seungkwan is everyone’s friend

there’s no table he’s not welcome to sit at, and definitely no house that would turn him away

the most social butterfly in hogwarts, even more so than the weasley twins

his networking capabilities is insane, but necessary for his life path 

he wants to work in the ministry of magic, close to the minister of magic 

this requires lots of connections! he wants to collect those wizard society inductions like pokemon cards 

the type to ask you to come to his birthday party as a special guest but he actually invited half the castle and dumbledore 

vernon: 

he’s just here for the vibes 

very seriously collecting all the chocolate frog cards. if you see one, please check with vernon to see if he has it or not. he’ll give away the ones he doesn’t need and is always willing to trade

please help him. this is his life’s goal right now

is really good at quidditch but doesn’t really vibe with organized sports, so he just comes to tryouts to play with other people

tried to start a recreational interhouse quidditch team to play outside of the house matches but it turned messy so he gave up 

really good at herbology and care of magical creatures! he just understands 

not sure what he wants to do in the future, but he’s honestly down for whatever

the type to ask you if you’re free for a date and then forget, so you both end up just asking the house elves in the kitchen for food 

ravenclaw: jun, wonwoo, woozi

jun: quidditch team chaser  

another person who is just here for the ride

just naturally gifted at a lot of subjects, so he doesn’t really study that much for the exams either. it really makes other people mad

once you asked him for help in a class (“jun, why is this the right answer?”) and he just gave too vague answers (“that’s just the order the things are put in.”) that you just kind of gave up 

will definitely be asleep in class if you let him 

history of magic is spent 90% of the time with his head on the desk sleeping away zzz

sometimes just gets really sleepy, what can he say???

a really good chaser, but just plays quidditch because it’s fun

he goes to practice because games/matches are more fun when you’re actually good at playing 

self-dubbed “arthur wen of quidditch”

what does it mean??? you will have to ask him yourself

the type to sneak you into his bed on friday nights so you can spend all weekend cuddling together

wonwoo: prefect  

what an absolute heartthrob

he’s not really a man of many words, so he was genuinely surprised when he became a prefect for his house 

is actually a very understanding and caring prefect

he doesn’t really like taking points away from other houses or giving out detentions and only uses it as a last resort 

you can usually find him reading novels/writing essays in the library (madam pince is very enamored with him) or playing wizard chess in the ravenclaw common room

he’s VERY good at wizard’s chess

if he could be a professional wizard’s chess player, he would.

ron weasley has nothing on jeon wonwoo

a lot of younger ravenclaws like asking him questions because he always explains things so thoroughly and patiently

tutors younger students in other houses for extra money -- fellow ravenclaws free of charge! -- and sends it to his family 

wants to be a professor at hogwarts but still isn’t sure which subject he wants to teach. he figures he could be a librarian like madam pince if he were allowed to be

the type to gift you a new book on christmas every year and highlight/annotate things that reminded him of you 

woozi: 

also legendary in the hogwarts choir

he arranges all the pieces for both the choir and band

wants to be a professional wizard producer and music writer

once got to meet the weird sisters and got a random muggle t-shirt signed by them that he carries like his most prized possession

other than that, he just like hanging out with you, his friends, and going to the quidditch matches whenever ravenclaw plays 

he’s not really that interested in other house matches unless it’s an important one that affects ravenclaw 

he tries to be interested in your house’s matches too (if you’re not a ravenclaw) but you can tell he would rather not 

tends to befriend a lot of gryffindors (like seungcheol and hoshi) for some reason unknown to even himself 

the type to write poems to you when he gets bored in class 

slytherin: jeonghan, joshua, hao

jeonghan: prefect

oh, don’t even try to mess with him, because he will get you back and worse 

definitely takes advantage of his prefect status way more than he should, but rules are meant to be bent 

sneaks you into the prefect bathroom because “you shouldn’t have to take a bath with the rest of the normies” or so he says. 

likes pranks and practical jokes, so he often turns a blind eye to the weasley twins when they stir up trouble 

they have an unspoken partnership

weasley twins don’t prank him, jeonghan doesn’t snitch on them 

it’s honestly a win-win for both of them. 

he’s really good at charms

this is mostly because it teaches you shortcuts of how to do everyday things but just faster and lazier with magic 

his favorite is using the duplication charm to make copies of polaroids he took with you so both of you can have a copy of it 

he likes messing with the younger students and getting them to loosen up (like what are they always so serious for?) with him + reminding people when to have fun (but also when to buckle up!) 

the type to ask you on a date to three broomsticks and then prank you into thinking he forgot his wallet in his room 

joshua: head boy 

classic head boy vibes from a gentle sexy. jk he is so chaotic, but no one really expects it from him until after he gets all these privileges 

you want a permit to paint a brick pink? just a single brick? okay done.

you want to rearrange the quidditch trophies by most to least impressive accomplishment? okay done. 

you want to take a date walking around the castle while he patrols the hallways? okay done. 

he lives for the things that are ambiguously not breaking the rules but definitely not abiding by them either 

kind of athletic (grew up playing quidditch in his neighborhood around the other wizard children) but never liked it enough to actually play for the team

it’s way too competitive + he wants more time for you. it’s already hard enough with all the head boy stuff 

also was in the hogwarts band but then it was too much work so he only did it for a year 

very gifted in potions and transfigurations! 

he always wants you to teach him the more boring subjects like history of magic since he always finds himself doodling instead of listening or dozing off in that class

his dream is to become a healer at st. mungo’s hospital for magical maladies

likes to tease you that you’re mrs. head boy 

he treats you like you’re the first lady and he’s the president. it’s a very american way of thinking, but then again, he is american. 

if he catches you doing bad stuff, you’re legally required to write him a love letter. it’s the rules. no detention, no points taken away from your house. just a nice love letter. 

the type to let you dress/style him for all your dates because he wants to have matching outfits always

hao: quidditch team seeker

he’s actually one of the most popular people in slytherin house due to his insane skills as seeker

his catch rate is insane, like he can sniff out the snitch on the field

he’s already set to play for the national team in the U20 league and for the montrose magpies (the british-irish quidditch league team with the most wins)

his knack for flying was discovered during their first year flying class with madam hooch. after the class, she spoke with snape and set him up to shadow the quidditch team to be on the starting lineup starting his second year

he pretends like he doesn’t care if you come support his matches or not but is always visibly happy when you do

the times when you can’t because you’ve got a big essay due the next day or you’re sick is when he pretends he doesn’t mind (because you gotta focus on yourself too!) 

his favorite subject is divination (because he really vibes with the tea leaf readings)

but, his best subject is astronomy. he’s the best student as has been the best student in astronomy out of your entire year (all 7 years!) 

the type to ask you if you want to share your scarf while you walk around the castle together 

[oofouchstovehot]

HAPPY HOLIHANNUCHRISTMASDAYS!!! @spineapplestudios !!!!!!!!!

So I Heard Ya Like LDAR 👀 and so here's Moon snapping a quick pic(s)!

[maysrinn]

Orphie Rose was always a quiet little duckling. While his siblings quacked and peeped, Orphie struggled to make a sound. Whenever he wanted to communicate with his parents or siblings, it turned into a guessing game of charades. His family would tilt their heads, trying to figure out what Orphie needed—was he hungry? Tired? Sad? It was always a bit of a mystery.

Things stayed this way until one sunny afternoon when Auntie Tigris came to keep him company. Tigris was a graceful and clever duck, presented at duck shows in creative gowns, known for her curiosity and love of dance. After watching Orphie for a while, she noticed something interesting—whenever he wanted to express himself, his tiny webbed feet would shuffle and tap on the ground in rhythmic patterns, as if he were performing a little dance.

Tigris had an idea. She gently took Orphie aside and showed him how to turn those taps into a tappy dance—a special way to communicate without words. At first, it was just simple rhythms—one tap for yes, two taps for no—but soon Orphie began to learn more intricate patterns to express how he felt. His little feet, which Goosey fondly called his “cheese feet” because of their yellow hue, became his voice.

————🪿✨

Day by day, Orphie grew more confident in his tappy dance. He would tap out soft, gentle rhythms when he was feeling shy or sad, and lively, upbeat dances when he was excited or happy. His family was amazed by how expressive Orphie had become, especially Goosey Gray. No longer did they have to guess what their little duckling wanted; Orphie could now “talk” to them in his own unique way.

As time passed, Orphie’s tappy dance became not only a form of communication but also a beautiful way to connect with the world around him. His cheese feet tapped out stories, feelings, and dreams if they didn’t took him other places in a speedy way. All thanks to Auntie Tigris and her keen eye for helping Orphie find his own voice—one tap at a time.

HONK HONK 🪿

[faux-mance]

figure skater evbo save me… save me figure skater evbo

[dilutedconfusion]

I did a thing…again.

Just realized that ya’ll need to click for better quality for some reason this post looks especially bad 🤚

[isadoresmuse]

Obsidian Desires

Warning: The following fanfiction contains mature content and is intended for readers who are 18 years old or above. Reader discretion is advised.

Reader is only referred to as “you”/ Gender Neutral.

Word Count: 737

Yandere Mafia OC x (Gender Neutral) Reader

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, enveloping the cozy little café in a warm embrace. (Y/N), a talented barista, expertly worked behind the counter, effortlessly crafting the perfect cup of joe. The bustling city of Milan provided a constant hum in the background, the perfect symphony for (Y/N)'s daily routine.

Unbeknownst to them, an enigmatic figure had taken notice. Luca Salvatore, the charismatic and ruthless Italian Mafia boss, concealed his dark allure behind a well-tailored suit. His sapphire eyes were entranced by (Y/N)'s grace and the subtle charm that emanated from every movement.

Day after day, Luca found himself drawn to the café, watching (Y/N) from afar, his desires entwining with his dangerous nature. The flicker of passion ignited within him, transforming his love for them into something sinister—a manic grip on their heart.

On a particularly busy day, (Y/N) caught sight of Luca standing by the café entrance. Their eyes met briefly, an electric spark surging through their veins. Unbeknownst to (Y/N), this fleeting connection would ignite a blaze they were ill-prepared to face.

Luca approached the counter, his voice dripping with a mixture of authority and subtle seduction. "Cappuccino, please," he requested, his voice resonating with an air of dominance.

As (Y/N) prepared the beverage, their hands trembled slightly, sensing the intensity radiating from Luca. The exchange was brief, yet it left an indelible mark on both their hearts.

Days turned into weeks, and Luca's infatuation with (Y/N) grew exponentially. He couldn't bear the thought of another man touching them, let alone stealing their heart away. His mind became a canvas of possessive fantasies, dark and intoxicating.

Luca's sinister nature led him down a path of obsession, his dangerous tendencies entwined with his desires. He began to use his power and influence to ensure (Y/N)'s safety, pulling the strings from the shadows. He dispatched his most loyal underlings to protect the café and ensure that no harm would befall (Y/N).

One evening, as the café closed its doors, (Y/N) found themselves alone, surrounded by the silence of the space. They were unaware of the lingering presence outside, the sound of Luca's footsteps drawing closer.

With a sudden gust of wind, Luca appeared in the doorway, his eyes burning with a mixture of urgency and danger. The air thickened with unspoken desire as he approached (Y/N), a predator closing in on its prey.

"(Y/N)," he whispered huskily, his voice a velvet caress against their ear. "You're mine."

Before (Y/N) could react, Luca's lips captured theirs in a consuming kiss, a passionate union of two souls tethered by fate (or was it something more disturbing that chained their lives together). The taste of coffee mingled with the hint of danger, igniting a fire within them that they couldn't resist.

Luca's world and (Y/N)'s merged in a tempestuous whirlwind of passion and danger. Love, lust, and violence became intertwined, their desires intertwined in a dance that knew no boundaries.

The café became their sanctuary, a place where (Y/N) could embrace Luca's dangerous world while still retaining their independence. Under the guise of serving coffee, (Y/N) discovered the darkest depths of love, reveling in the adrenaline that coursed through their veins each time Luca entered the homely bistro.

Yet, the sun grew hotter the closer they got and eventually started to burn; the whispers of reality grew louder. The fine line between love and possession blurred, leaving (Y/N) torn between their desire for freedom and the allure of Luca's vicious embrace. Icarus plummeted into the unkind waters below.

Luca and (Y/N) existed in a world of secrecy and sin, bound together by an unyielding passion and the ever-present danger of Luca's underworld. Their love, tainted with obsession, proved to be a volatile concoction, threatening to consume them both.

In the depths of the night, as (Y/N) lay tangled in Luca's arms, they couldn't help but wonder if their souls would forever be shackled by the intoxicating grip of their lover shrouded in crime.

And so, their journey continued, a dance of dominance and submission, fueled by their undeniable connection. Only time would reveal if their love could withstand the tempestuous storms that lay ahead, or if it would succumb to the sinister desires that lurked in the shadows of their hearts.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 9: OBSESSION

Broken Window | Bruises | “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.” (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible)

Also No. 29: FATIGUE

Labyrinth | Burnout | "Who said you could rest?"

Here's Days 9 and 29 of @whumptober 2024, earlier than planned but since Day 5 happens right after this i thought it would make more sense.

Trigger warning for implied non-con and SA,

Compulsion is a horror that doesn't get covered enough so I thought I'd explore it with the first person to use it, or on would be a better way to phrase that.

Quite a time skip for Karma's a bitch,

Set The Originals 3 X 10

Tristan gets revenge and Elijah learns what the other side of Compulsion feels like.

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“You remember yourself, Elijah Mikaelson.”

It was hard to work out when he was doomed to this, before the needle when into his neck stripping of the powers he had so recently learned to rely on, the protection being a witch granted him from certain vampire powers and poisoning him, or further back, from the moment Tristan had learnt of his change in circumstances months ago.

No he thought, as it took him a moment to readjust to being himself again, Dahlia's spell may have created the opportunity for this hell, but he had earned it all on his own when he learned how to compel.

Moments before he had thought himself a persona assistant named Edward, earnest and excited to work for Mr. De Martel, he had ignored the strange orders unaware he couldn’t have refused them if he wanted to and when Tristan had told him to come to him and look him in his eyes he had.

It was just the latest game Tristan was playing, his first sired had made it clear Elijah was not going to survive to nightfall, after explaining how he could compel him and the side effects of the drug. Even if he escaped and returned to his family the damage would already prove fatal and as his sire line was still intact for the safety of the strix and all those of his sire line he was going to be turned before that. 

This was just Tristan having his fun, getting revenge for the century Elijah had compelled him, beating him in the first place and likely the harm he had caused Aurora.

He blinked as he realised why Tristan had returned him, his phone had been ringing, the one Tristan had ordered to hand over shortly after he had first been doomed by those eyes. 

“Call your brother back and tell him not to bother you for a while, that you have a lead on Hayley, make sure he knows how annoyed you are by his interruption.” Tristan tells him, handing his own phone to him, as much as Elijah tries to stop himself, his body moves and redails the missed call.

Because after showing Elijah he could be compelled, with simple almost innocent demands to stand still and hush, Tristan had given him two more more complex ones

You will address me as sir and follow every order I give you.

Then he had.

His voice is sharp, words sharper as he snaps at Klaus for bothering when he was working to get Hayley back. Inside his head he pleaded for Niklaus to notice something but their relationship hadn’t recovered since Gia so Niklaus takes his cruelties with little complaint and hangs up the phone.

Leaving Elijah alone with Tristan once again, Elijah has a sudden sinking fear that could be the last time he hears his brother's voice but before he could think too much the phone was plucked from his hand and fingers gripped his jaw.

He doesn’t wince as they press down over bruises already forming before they force him to look down at the slightly shorter man.

“You are Edward-” Tristan started, and Elijah could not look from his blue eyes as he found himself falling away again.

—

Tristan watched with amusement at the concentration of Edwards’s face as he read through the report, nothing too important, not that mattered Edward would cease to exist soon and Elijah would be safely locked away.

Once long ago they had shared a desk like this, when he taught the other how to read and write. Taking the task himself, from Lucien as a way to get to know more about his father’s guests and instead he had found himself impressed by the speed Elijah had picked things up.

“It's almost like old times.” Tristan lets himself speak the words out loud, grinning at the reaction.

Dark eyes look at him almost adorably confused because to Edward there is no old times.

It's a look Elijah would never let him see now, wide eyed open and unsure.

“Sir?” Edward asks, unaware he couldn’t call him anything other than that even if he wanted.

He looks into the brown eyes and sees nothing, no recognition to what he's referring to, but also no horror or inner struggle, Edward is confused but pleased by his attention.

He would wonder if deep down Elijah was aware of this but he remembers his time a century of being Elijah and suddenly being himself again.

For a century Tristan De Martell hadn't existed like currently Elijah Mikaelson didn't exist.

When they had designed the drug it had been an utter failure for its purpose, made for the purpose of being able to compel a witch to perform magic made useless as it both cut off the witch from their powers and killed them slowly after just one dose.

An expensive poison at most but when he had gotten the news of his sire’s return to humanity it became the ideal tool.

The text alert tone pulled him away before he thought further on it, he made a show of knocking his glass over as he pulled his phone out smirking as the blood mixed wine spilled over the tablet and onto Edward.

Edward cursed and he stood up suddenly and was split between attempts to prevent himself from getting more stained or the papers, in the end he chose the papers and Tristan watched as more red soaked into the white shirt.

He had made Elijah leave his jacket behind in the alley where he had first caught him.

The message almost removed his amusement, they were ready, he sighed slightly before putting the phone away.

It was a shame for the fun to end so soon.

“Look at you.” he called lightly, causing Edward to freeze his attempts to save the papers and send him an embarrassed look as he seemed to notice the mess he had made of himself.

“Sorry, sir.” Edward a blush rising to his cheeks, Tristan had to bite back a smile that was far more predatory that even Edward could ignore, softening it as he stepped closer. He might as well make the most of what little time he had left when he could leave bruises.

“It’s a good thing, there's an adjoining shower” he told him as he started to unbutton the shirt. 

There was a hesitation as Edward’s mind stumbled, Tristan paid no mind as he worked, it wasn’t like Edward could deny him and besides he had been made for this purpose. He stopped as an idea came to him stepping back to lean against the table, ignoring as he felt the wine start to soak into his trousers. He’d be shaving a shower soon anyway.

“Strip for me.” he ordered and watched as Edward followed without thought.

—

Elijah could feel his body failing even as Tristan’s commands keep him standing as he follows him into the warehouse.

Tristan had wanted Elijah back while they were in the car, not that it had wiped away what his time as Edward had been like, he could feel new bruises and bites all over his body and the dampness from the shower they had shared before the car arrived.

“You should thank me for getting you a change of clothes.” Mr de Martel his boss had joked as they dried off, Edward had smiled, unable to look away from his eyes.

“Thank you.” 

The collar he had paced around his own throat was an insult to injury if Elijah didn’t know Tristan better or had millennia of memories to notice when something was enchanted; however cut off from magic he couldn't work out what the enchantment was.

He was too busy trying to work out the purpose of it to noticed their surrounding until a shout snapped him out of it

“ELIJAH!” Hayley voice jolted him but as much as he wanted to turn, to look at her, check out her injuries, he couldn’t  Keep your eyes on me made that impossible as he followed Tristan into a large room.

Tristan came to a stop and started to talk but Elijah found it hard to pay attention to his words as his slouched despite himself and he found himself leaning against a support beam

“Ah, ah, ah,” Tristan tutted as he noticed, stopping his likely bragging to Hayley and Jackson Elijah noted the second chair out of the corner of his eyes, to turn to him “stand up straight, who said you could rest?”

“Yes sir,” the words escaped him as body straightened against his will.

Elijah longed to bite his tongue and choke to death than utter any words like that again, an inglorious end but Trsitan’s face as he realised he had taken them all with him would be worth it.

You won’t harm yourself unless I order it. Unfortunately Tristan both knew him and was prepared.

“What have you done to him?” Hayley snarled

“You’ve compelled him, how?”Jackson's voice was softer, sounding as exhausted as Elijah felt “he’s a witch.”

“We have a solution for that: a drug that cuts a witch from nature, doesn’t last long and given the aftereffects of it it’s closer to a poison.” Tristan explained 

“You're killing him, but you're still linked if he dies-” Hayley’s voice reminded Elijah the reason he had been caught in the first place, well he knew where they were and the fact they were together made it easier to rescue them

“Only if he stays dead. Which i won't be letting happen. Although I will miss this,” he said to her before turning back to Elijah “Kneel.” Tristan smiled and Elijah’s knees hit the floor before he could even think to fight it.

If only he wasn’t in need of rescuing as well.

“Now stand up.” Tristan said raiding one hand like a puppeteer, not that he was much more than one now as he body followed it up, standing unsteadily, the underlying damage the drug had done must be getting worse, Edward hadn’t felt anything like this.

“Kneel” Tristan repeated and Elijah hit the ground without any grace and hyper aware of new bruises “And up-”

He failed to stop the whine from escaping him. His body shaking despite the compulsion ordering him and his own attempt to stop it.

“Oh!” Tristan sounded delighted as he stepped closer, “Would you like to stay down there?” he asked before adding pointlessly “Elijah, answer me honestly.”

“Yes please sir.” He does, because he couldn’t have lied anymore than he could have refused to answer the moment Tristan asked, the true words he wanted to spit taken from him long ago.

“That’s better,” Tristan crouched in front of him, hand reaching for his hair as if to reward a pet, it wasn’t until the hand tightened as he was forced to meet blue eyes that fear returned, he would have closed his eyes for all the weakness it was but Tristan had taken that from him as well  “you enjoyed that.” Tristan ordered and Elijah can’t stop the gasp that escapes him as a flood of warmth filled him.

Twisted fucker, his first sired was, and he had gotten far to much of a reminder of that in the last few hours. 

He had foolishly been attracted to the hidden darkness while still exploring his new existence and had his own worst drawn out but that was nine hundred years ago, Elijah should have known better than to leave someone like Tristan to wander free with a grudge against him, no matter how much the grudge was warranted.

It was pure childish sentimentality and Tristan’s own version of obsession that had made Elijah a toy for him.

“You are free to no longer follow my orders.” Tristan said unexpectantly, making Elijah blink. 

“Why?” he asked, biting back the urge to add sir to it.

“Because watching the glimmer of hope fade when you realise this freedom makes no difference is something I wouldn't want to miss.” Tristan told him softly “I am going to miss these however.” Tristan said tracing his jaw where Elijah knew his figures had left bruises.

“If we had more time I would have given you a few scars to remember our time.”

Elijah will blame the fatigue caused by the drug and the damage it was causing his body for the slowness that caused him to be taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of a bloody wrist.

“Drink.” Tristan smiled as Elijah did, he knew this was coming and yet the taste of iron was a final stone.

He was going to die, just when he had finally adjusted to being a human again, to being a witch, to being alive.

He was going to break his word to Davina, he couldn’t help her bring back Kol once he was a vampire, he only hoped the amount of his blood and magic they had been collecting would be enough.

The soon freedom from the achieve  Kol’s death wasn’t worth losing everything else and knowing he'd be returning the pain to Freya, with his own death.

“Once you wake up you will use this knife and drink from Mr. Kenner to complete your transition.” Tristan told him, as he pulled his wrist free and handed him the knife, the cut Elijah hadn’t even seen he made healing, “Then those I leave here will escort you to your cell where you will be spending the rest of your life. You can fight but you will lose, after all you’ll just be a new vampire, so young against your betters.” Tristan smirked at him, hand brushing across his face.

Elijah’s hand tightened on the blade’s handle as he could feel the bruises and bite makes heal, and the strange feeling of the blood attempting to heal the damage done by the drug before it failed.

“Before we get to that we have one last thing to do,” Tristan said as he reached into his jacket, Elijah found himself missing his own, he was starting to feel cold but had a feeling it was the damage to his body more than the actual temperature. “I’m not heartless.”

Elijah snorted, getting a raised brow from Tristan before the back of his hand hit him. Elijah swayed on his knees just managing to stay upright even as his body longed to collapse.

“I'm letting you say goodbye to your brother.” Tristan told him as he pulled Elijah’s own phone from his pocket. “It will be the last time you see him, so thank me.”

“Thank you, sir.” the words come out without thought, to his humiliation he had grown too used to following Tristan’s words, he would blame the exhaustion later.

It wasn’t out of any true good sentiment, it was to gloat, for Tristan to show off he won, Elijah would be dead before they managed to find him but he would take it as a last chance to see his brother, to apologise for falling to this.

Besides Elijah knows he would have done the same if he had Aurora, to throw Tristan off his game, Klaus and Tristan were similar in the easiest way to break them.

Tristan smiled at him widely as he noticed his slip up running a hand across his cheek as he found the contact and it started to dial.

Elijah debated quickly over the pros and cons of biting him.

The dialling ended before he made a choice.

“Elijah?” Niklaus’ voice filled the room “Have you found her?”

“Almost” Tristan answered before he could “but he is here, let me show you”

The phone was suddenly held in found of them and Elijah was able to see Klaus’s face, while aware of how close they were Tristan almost draped over him, one hand holding the phone while the other curled around his shoulder so easy to force him to look back at him. 

“Tristan, what have you done?” Niklaus snarled and Elijah tried to keep his eyes on him, memorising his brother's rage, better than the blue eyes he was forced to look into.

“Elijah, smile,“ Tristan told him, and he did, a open smile spreading across his face as panic grew, because this wasn’t- Tristan wouldn't make him-

Oh but he would.

“Niklaus-” he started hoping he could get out words before Tristan spoke again, but he couldn’t pull his face from Tristan’s grip and escape his eyes

“Now turn to your brother and say goodbye.”

“Goodbye.” he parroted growing panic as he couldn't say another thing before he was forced to look back at his first sired.

No, not in front of them, don't make Niklaus watch, it was bad enough he was going to be forcing Freya to feel his loss again.

“Slit your throat.” Tristan told him, almost a lover’s whisper before letting him go to stand up. 

“NO!” several voices shout but they mean nothing as the command settles in Elijah’s mind.

The hand raising the blade anyway, he tried to angle it to cut against the leather around his neck but as the last hours had proved he had little control as the blade slid across the skin above it, cutting deep.

He choked on blood and the loss of his air as the warehouse dimmed.

He saw Tristan grin down at him as he watched him die, the phone in his hand reminding him that Niklaus was watching.

He was human for barely six months and the last taste in his mouth is still iron. 

He sees Tristan’s lips move, reads his lips 

As much as he hates causing Hayley’s pain, he’s thankful her scream covers Tristan’s final words to him.

“Good boy.” 

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does everybody remember where they were for the dabihawks divorce? bc i do and let me tell you, what an insane fucking day. the amt of "here how dabihawks can still be fixed" fanart/fanfics/twt threads i saw....

[lunarrius]

Stress, element water!

Almost done with Fae au :( I'll draw more soon :D

[total-karma]

Reading aleheather fics and killing myself because Nobody gets them like i do