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ju1cyfru1t · 1 year ago

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Y/N’s Guide of a Snapping Turtle Mutant

Rise! Raphael x reader

Fluff! :D gn reader, romantic leaning but can be read as platonic

In which Raph stumbles upon your documentation on himself.

Donnie Leo Mikey

∑Subject of interest

Snapping turtle mutant; large humanoid turtle man

∑ Diet:

Pizza, soup???, meats, carrots, ⚠️allergic to peanuts⚠️

∑ Likes:

Red, punching stuff? (owes me new mirror), hot (specific) soup???, wrestling, Lou Jitsu (watch movies), teddy bears (save coupons), R&B, Jupiter Jim (movies, comics, games), shell scratches, red buttons (owes me an uncracked collar bone; ask why Donnie would add sear ejectors)

∑ Dislikes:

Turtle tank (claims to be “tank-aphobic”), hurting other people’s feelings? (very sweet), “Leo’s tomfoolery” (me too, bro, me too), reading, being snuck up on

∑ Tail language 🛑 do NOT pull, subject screams very loud🛑

twitching rapidly: threatened, scared, nervous. (can smell fear on subject? should I be concerned?)

wagging: excited, happy, proud. (Turtle likes to hear he’s doing a good job)

still and loose: relaxed, confused, sad. (Subject tends to overthink; or not think enough)

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Raph sighed with a big, swooning smile, setting your paper down on the counter as he finished reading it for the 5th time over. It just made him misty-eyed to see that you, someone so perfect to him, cared so much about him, a big scary mutant. (Even though he’s really not all that scary.)

It made his heartbeat quicken and his chest feel tight, but in a good way. In the best way.

Obviously he knew it wasn’t right for him to read through your personal notes, but I mean, hey. The folder had his name on it, so that basically made it his too.

Still, he didn’t want to seem like a jerk. He had to make it up to you somehow…but making his own gifts was never his strong suit. But…he could add to yours?

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∑Subject of interest

Snapping turtle mutant; large humanoid turtle man

∑ Diet:

Pizza, soup??? ? I mean it’s ok, I guess., meats, carrots, ⚠️allergic to peanuts⚠️

∑ Likes:

Red, punching stuff? (owes me new mirror) Sorry. What size you want?, hot (specific) soup??? You have got to watch Lou Jitsu. , wrestling, Lou Jitsu (watch movies), teddy bears (save coupons), R&B, Jupiter Jim (movies, comics, games), shell scratches, red buttons (owes me an uncracked collar bone; ask why Donnie would add seat ejectors) I’M SORRY

∑ Dislikes:

Turtle tank (claims to be “tank-aphobic.” What does this mean?) it means exactly what it sounds like (I blame Donnie), hurting other people’s feelings? (very sweet) Who, me? Naaah, “Leo’s tomfoolery” (me too, bro, me too), reading, being snuck up on

∑ Tail language 🛑 do NOT pull, subject screams very loud🛑 WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THAT

twitching rapidly: threatened, scared, nervous. (can smell fear on subject? should I be concerned?) STOP TALKIN ABOUT MY FEAR STINK I TOLD YOU IT’S PERFECTLY NORMAL

wagging: excited, happy, proud. (Turtle likes to hear he’s doing a good job) Yes, he does.

still and loose: relaxed, confused, sad. (Subject tends to overthink; or not think enough) HEY. That’s …so fair.

Love you♡ IGNORE THAT IM USING A PEN I CAN’T ERACE ERASE

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AHHHHHHH 4/4

I HOPE THIS IS AS GOOD AS THE OTHER 3 <3

sorry this took a hot second

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #rottmnt x reader #tmnt #rise leo #rise mikey #rise raph #rottmnt #rise raph x reader #rise raphael #rise raphael x reader #tmnt raph #tmnt raph x reader #raphael #raphael x reader #raph x reader #tmnt x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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kanasbinwriting · 1 month ago

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Any Mychael hcs?? :)

GENERAL DATING HEADCANONS

Thank you so much for your request ^^!!! I hope you don't mind me writing dating headcanons for Mychael :>

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- I LOVE HIM SM AHHHHHHH

- He's insecure af, as we know, so it'll take him long to believe that you don't see him as a monster

- But the moment he slowly begins to believe your honey smeared words? Oh, he's going to be absolutely smitten with you

- Do you remember the flower field where he took the MC? This is your date spot now and I won't be persuaded otherwise

- You either stargaze, have a picnic or just look at the clouds as the butterflies surround you two

- You two would make flowercrowns together, idc if you don't know how to make them. He'll gladly try to teach you

- He adores preparing little snacks and drinks for the picnic date with you

- He always hums a happy tune as he makes the snacks

- He'd undeniably enjoy morning strolls with you

- Imagine holding his hand as you two walk around in the woods. He might even hum a little tune as you do

- He was definitely nervous at your first official date

- He read tons of books about romance after he discovered his feelings for you

- He also read the most traumatising and disturbing things he's ever read

- But it's worth it if it meant that you'll be happy

- He loves listening to you talking about your interests

- He doesn't really initiate physical touch at first

- But if physical touch is your love language, he'd start to initiate it more often

- He follows you around everywhere you go when you're at his place

- He gets very flustered when you give him quick surprise kisses or hugs

- But he'll quickly ease into your touch

- He LOVES playing those no WiFi games on your phone

- RIP your phone storage, it'll be greatly missed

- He enjoys getting kisses all over his face and could spent forever in your embrace

- His love language is definitely receiving words of affirmation

- He'd definitely gift you random leaves and tell you that they reminded him of you

- They're really pretty ones though

- I think one of his love languages is also acts of service

- He just adores taking care of you

- He would love to cook with you, in a sense that you're sitting at the dining table and give the food a taste and clean the cutlery he used

- yummy

- If you tell him about your favourite food or snack, he'd always have it or at least have the ingredients ready in case you suddenly crave it

- He's definitely a morning person

- It took him SO long to share his bed with you

- If you two are sharing a bed and cuddling, he would be hesitant to leave your side, but will eventually since he wants to prepare breakfast and tend to his chickens

- He loves seeing you hanging out with his chickens and taking care of them

- They are sort of his family after all

- He'd definitely love to share one of his hobbies with you. May it be knitting or gardening, he'd be more than happy to teach you

- But he'd also enjoy just having you sit next to him as you do your own thing

- I don't think he's someone who would begin to fight over something small

- If it does happen, he would quickly apologize

- He gets pretty coy when he realises that you want to start a silly argument with him that leads to nowhere and doesn't even make sense

- If you two get into a big fight he'd definitely snap quickly, but he's quickly apologising

- He cools down pretty quickly when he gets mad, but he feels very awkward after and isn't very good when it comes to talking it out

- I do think that he gets jealous of others to a certain extent due to his insecurities

- However, I don't think he would act out of order to a certain extent

- Hypnosis can fix many things after all

- If you ever feel down, he'd wrap you up in a burrito blanket, make you tea and just cuddle you

- He doesn't know shit about comforting others, but he's a great listener

- He'd probably try to distract you with whatever comes in mind, wherever it be with food or just cuddling he's at your service

- If he feels down, he just wants to be near you in silence

- If you're mentally ill he'd probably start to bomb you with questions

- Of course, he would back down when you tell him to, but he'd be confused at first

- He's a great listener though, as I mentioned, and would do his best to learn about your issues

- Same thing goes for when you're chronically ill

- If you have a hobby you can practice at his place, he'd be ecstatic to watch you and maybe even join you in your activities

- He almost shed a tear when you made/bought him a cake for his birthday

- And when you gave him gifts? He was so delighted that he couldn't stop smiling like a goof

- He wouldn't have a dramatic reaction when you give him pet names

- I think he'd enjoy most pet names that start with the word "my", for example "My love, my dearest, my dear, etc..."

- When you two cuddle, I think he would enjoy facing you and having your limbs tangled together as you cuddle

- He purrs every time

- He could've sworn that he almost died due to his embarrassment when you told him about his purring habit

#mushroom oasis mychael x reader #mychael mushroom oasis x reader #mushroom oasis x reader #mushroom oasis #mychael x reader

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louisisalarrie · 7 months ago

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HELLO!!! i usually don't send messages but i just received word of a 2014 larry moment and you are my favorite blog so i immediately ran over here! so basically i just met my brother's girlfriend and i was talking to her about harry (as i do) and she said that she is also a fan and went to live and love on tour. she then mentioned casually how she MET him back in 2014 because she worked for sugarscape. THE. ICONIC. SUGARSCAPE. being the larrie i am, i asked if she saw anything between harry and louis ... i told her to tell me everything in detail (your welcome), but it was a very short moment. based off of how she described what harry was wearing, i can conclude that it was the day of those interviews he did with liam playing those games (this is a link if you don't remember: https://youtu.be/wOoMYCPiFgo?si=I16RtV7BNuPX-DSA) ... she said that it was only harry, liam, and the 1d team in the room during the interviews. however, after they finished and everyone was cleaning up/about to leave, louis came in but kind of just waited in the corner of the room not wanting to disturb - she said that harry was shaking everyone's hand INCLUDING HER'S. After harry finished thanking and chatting with everyone louis gave harry a small bag (she said that it looked like a bakery type bag that would be holding a small food). when louis gave it to him he said "here babes" and as they were leaving she said that louis had his hand around harry's waist but A LITTLE IN HIS JEANS. LIKE FINGERTIPS IN HIS JEANS. she told me that harry was the nicest out of everyone and was very pretty. she said when he noticed louis standing in the back of the room he rushed over smiling. was it because of the food, or was it because of louis haha ... so yeah. that is it. i have never in a million years thought i would be able to share something like this. she has a photo with them (liam and harry) from that day but i am not going to share it because because she is in it.

it is all so crazy because those interviews are like my favorite 1d interviews because harry is just so himself and funny - so now knowing more about that day, my life is fulfilled!!!!

AHHHHHHH WE LOVE A FRESH RECEIPT THANK YOU ANON!!!!!

I adore this it’s just such a small cute moment and like interesting that she remembered it but obviously it would be burned in my brain too ahhahaha.

Thank you so much for sharing and thank you for being so sweet about my blog!!! Love that you’re here cutie xx

Are you able to share the pic but just black out her figure at all? If you’re not confident on that that’s fine but just thought I’d ask!

this is the interview referenced in the receipt.

Thanks again, Anon!

#anon #answered #Larry receipts #receipts

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trendywaifus · 8 months ago

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I just finished my exams BUT OMG I CAN'T I JUST SAW ROBIN TRAILER AND WHAT'S WITH THAT POSES?? WHAT IS THAT?? THAT'S SO HOT WHAT???

imagine every morning waking up just to see a beautiful angel beside you? Robin is playing with your cheek and hair on bed, you giggling and laughing at Robin jokes, both of you making a breakfast together, a small kiss and hug before you go to work. A date. A DATE. it must be lovely. Before you and her went to sleep, she will just humming a tone and caressing your hair with eyes fill with so much love.

and

ohh i really need to touch her thighs it must be soft. Her voice? omg I can listen to her every.second. yes im not normal can you imagine you fucking Robin roughly while she's moaning, screaming with those angelic voice? can you imagine you fuck her so hard that she start crying begging for more? ohh i definitely not going to stop fucking her until she can't walk. ehe

ohh im not normal when it comes to her. can't believe we lack Robin fanfic in this app.🧘

I hope you did well with your exams!!! I just know all your stress and shi went away after you saw her trailer!!!!! our b pose is nastyyyyyyyy

robin would def admire you while you sleep in the mornings. she’d rest her chin on her palm, elbow propped up on the pillow as she lovingly stares down at your peaceful face. her fingers would brush the stray strands of hair away from your face and trace the outline of your features. “ robinnnnn, i was sleepingg. “ you whine drowsily, turning away from her feathery touch. robin giggles and brings your head back by her palm on your cheek and pepper your face with butterfly kisses. “ not anymore you’re not, my dove. let’s make breakfast together~“

i can imagine dancing with robin while breakfast is cooking. she’s twirling you around the kitchen while purposely singing you some ridiculously cheesy song. by the end of it, you and robin are smiling and laughing at the table while eating some half–assed looking pancakes and eggs because none of you weren’t focused on watching the food like that. before you and her separate to tackle your schedules, robin’s holding you in her arms and pecking your lips. she’d whisper how much loves you and wish you good luck!

don’t give me started on her thighs omggggg. and ik robin’s like a service bottom/top so imagine doing the 69 with her???? double ended dildos?? fucking her to sleep to relieve her of her stress?? robin fucking YOU to blow off some of her or your stress???? ik her head game is top tier too ahhhhhhh

#trendy #robin x reader hsr

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panther-os · 10 months ago

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@amikoroyaiart did this awesome commission of my OC Lennie and my version of Ghost! I've wanted to commission her since I first came across her art over a year ago but it took me a while to save and just ahhhhhhh so worth it

Fun fact! The pants are uniform accurate. 141 is an international task force, and while Ghost and many of the rest of the team are SAS and wear black or navy fatigues, Lennie is an tArm (Irish Army) and wears that specific camo pattern! Their neon pink hair is definitely out of regulation, but no one dares call them on it.

Lennie is nonbinary and their full name and rank is Lieutenant Lennie Lynch. They're from Carrick-on-Shannon in Leitrim County of Ireland, and they're the 141's Chief Logistics & Supply Officer. Anything from toilet paper to ammo to fresh fruit to video games, it all goes through them. They have a ton of smuggler contacts in order to get supplies out to remote areas, and they use this network for information as well.

Basically Laswell's job, but more focused on keeping people alive via food and bandages and etc than keeping people alive via intel on the enemy.

Price met Lennie at the same time he met Nikolai. It was a joint an tArm and SAS operation where the two squads wound up trapped in a snowstorm with dwindling supplies, including much-needed medical supplies. Lennie asked for an hour with the sat phone, spent that time making threats and promises and calling in favors, and then Nikolai (the only pilot good enough and crazy enough) dropped off the supplies not too much later, which is how he and Price met. Then, a few years later, Price pulled Lennie for the Taskforce knowing their skills would be needed.

Lennie drinks far too many cups of coffee a day, barely sleeps, and spends the majority of their time in their dark office staring at computer screens. Their first date with Ghost was a joint nap on their office couch. Their best frenemy is @atohii 's OC Niko, the Chief Medical Officer, friend because they've made him weep tears of gratitude over the supplies he needs to keep everyone healthy, enemy because they've cut him off from energy drinks (the hypocrite) and gotten the entire rest of the base involved in it.

It's best assumed that Lennie knows everything and could be anywhere. They walk very quietly and often surprise people by slurping their coffee from right behind them. If they were an animal, they'd be a wild hare - the kind that surely speaks a thousand tongues and knows exactly how you die.

Ghost is still with Soap, and Soap is also with Niko, and sometimes Ghost and Niko are together as well, but romantically, Lennie's just with Ghost. We love a poly141.

This Ghost is based on TikTok cosplayer Kuromi (his account is tagged MDNI, please respect that) and Irish actor Fra Fee (because Les Mis is an old SpIn and my Ghost is Irish, his ggparents immigrated to Manchester during the Great Hunger). I don't have any specific scar or tattoo headcanons for Ghost, but I like Amiko's usual spread so I asked her to just use those, and I'm thrilled with how it came out!

And just ahhhhhhh I'm still screaming over Lennie 😍

#/incoherent noises/#call of duty #amikoroyaiart #cod oc #my oc #oc #simon ghost riley #lt lennie lynch

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mer-acle · 24 days ago

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I've been thinking about Athena and Zeus and their whole favorite daughter again because I can see their relationship in two main ways.

The first is Athena having a "good" relationship with Zeus before God Games, Zeus treated Athena with more "love" because she was loyal and well perfect, she did what he wanted and didn't complain even if she didn't like it, and Athena was that loyal because she loved him, and he was a relative good father (emotional manipulative as hell).

The second is if their relationship abuse were already more apparent before, Zeus being a lot more controlling and giving punishments every time she crossed the smallest of lines, but only behind closed doors of course, the rest of Olympus thinks Athena is just daddy's favorite so nobody really on her side since no one likes Zeus very much, and poor Athena just having to deal with this alone and being so very obedient although partly because of love mainly out of fear of what he could do.

Honestly, I don't know which is worse on one side having Athena already having a bad relationship with Zeus is great for angst, and it's so interesting to explore, but makes Zeus finally fiscally hurting ends up being less of a shock, it's just very tragic. And on the other side having Athena who really loved Zeus and was truly loyal having him hurt her out of the blue like that is really heartbreaking because no one really wants to believe our own father could hurt us.

Anyway I don't know if I'm making a lot of sense, english isn't my first language so sometimes is hard to write down what I'm thinking, I just wanted to ramble a bit and I thought you would like to see it lol

ahhhhhhh

you know, when I first read this I stopped and stared at it for a second.

cos you somehow managed to encompass both what I'm kinda aiming for in Fighting to be Loved, where there was a lot of emotional manipulation but the physical escalation is pretty much completely new and unexpected, and what @evermorecatra and I are doing for our AU with Zeus being physically abusive already but behind closed doors. I can't even add anything to what you wrote. It's that. we're doing that.

I totally agree with your assessment of why both are tragic in their own way. I gotta love the angst of Olympus being shocked bc daddy's favorite got so horrifically hurt while Athena 100% saw it coming and wasn't surprised at all. While in the other scenario, those who got hurt were always those around her (Metis, Pallas, Prometheus, even Odysseus to a degree) while she remained unscathed. Getting not only injured but almost killed after thousands of years where you were safe must completely take you out of your reality. Like... what can you reasonably believe at that point? Poor owl. Either way she loses.

I found it made perfect sense, thank you for rambling, I really appreciate it <33

#tasha asks #epic the musical #epic athena #fic: fighting to be loved #epic fanfic #epic the wisdom saga #epic zeus #god games #tw abuse #tw child abuse

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autisticadult · 9 days ago

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The deal

Chapter three: danger around every corner

Warnings: a small spicy moment ;) as well as some violence and a car accident, as always minors DNI

AN: I really like this chapter, I know it’s shorter than most but the ANGST that is to come after this is AHHHHHHH- yall I’m geekin

Taglist: @tinysunshine @shadyloveobject

Chapter Three: The Game Begins

The morning after Elijah’s unexpected visit, you awoke with a strange sense of clarity and unease. His words, his touch, and that kiss haunted you, playing on a loop in your mind. He had promised protection but also laid bare the danger of being tied to him. And yet, the fire he’d ignited in you refused to be extinguished.

As you dressed for the day, the mansion felt quieter than usual, the kind of silence that didn’t promise peace but instead hinted at a brewing storm. You wandered downstairs, unsure of what the day would bring.

In the parlor, Rebekah sat lounging on a chaise, flipping through an old leather-bound book. She glanced up as you entered, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.

“Well, well,” she drawled, closing the book with a soft thud. “You look… distracted.”

You froze under her sharp gaze, wondering if she somehow knew what had transpired between you and Elijah.

“Not distracted,” you replied quickly. “Just… tired.”

Rebekah’s smirk deepened, and she stood, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey. “Tired, hm? Or perhaps… preoccupied with my brother’s newfound interest in you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you forced yourself to remain calm. “I’m here because of a deal. That’s it.”

“Oh, darling,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You’re here because Elijah wanted you here. You think this is about protecting your brother? Please. My dear brother doesn’t lift a finger unless it benefits him in some way.”

Her words hit too close to the truth, but you refused to let her see your doubt. “I know what I’m doing,” you said firmly.

Rebekah let out a laugh, throwing her head back as though you’d told the funniest joke she’d ever heard. “Do you? Oh, Y/N, you’re in so far over your head you can’t even see the surface anymore.”

Before you could respond, Kol entered the room, his ever-present smirk making you tense. He glanced between you and Rebekah, clearly picking up on the tension.

“What’s this?” he asked, sauntering over. “Another one of Rebekah’s delightful attempts at psychological warfare?”

Rebekah rolled her eyes. “Just trying to help our little guest understand her place here.”

Kol grinned, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, but that’s Elijah’s specialty, isn’t it? Our noble brother does love his little chess games.”

“Enough,” came a calm but commanding voice from the doorway.

Elijah entered the room, his presence instantly silencing the sibling bickering. He looked at Rebekah and Kol with a quiet authority that needed no words, then turned his gaze to you.

“Y/N,” he said smoothly, “a moment, if you please.”

You followed him without hesitation, aware of Rebekah and Kol’s eyes boring into your back. Elijah led you to the sunlit conservatory, a room filled with lush greenery and the scent of fresh flowers. It was a stark contrast to the tension swirling inside you.

He gestured for you to sit on a small bench near the window, and when he spoke, his tone was as measured and deliberate as ever.

“I trust you’ve had time to reflect on last night,” he began.

You nodded, your heart pounding. “I have.”

“And?”

You hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “I don’t fully understand your plans, Elijah. But I’m willing to do what it takes to survive.”

His lips curved into a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Survival is an admirable instinct. But if you wish to thrive in my world, you must learn to do more than endure. You must adapt, anticipate, and, when necessary, strike.”

You swallowed hard. “What do you want from me, Elijah? Really?”

His gaze bore into you, unflinching. “I want loyalty. Unquestioning, unwavering loyalty. In return, I will ensure your safety and your brother’s freedom.”

It was the same promise he’d made before, but now it felt heavier, like a chain wrapping tighter around you.

“Then tell me how,” you said. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

Elijah stepped closer, his hands clasped behind his back. “Tonight, we attend another gathering. This one is far more… intimate.”

Your stomach twisted. “What kind of gathering?”

“Let’s call it a negotiation,” he said. “There are certain individuals who require convincing that our interests align.”

“And my role?”

He tilted his head, studying you. “To observe. To learn. And, if necessary, to intervene.”

“Intervene how?”

“You’ll know when the time comes,” he said cryptically. “For now, prepare yourself. This will be unlike anything you’ve experienced.”

Before you could ask more questions, he turned and left, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the growing weight of your choices.

That evening, you found yourself once again dressed in something Elijah had chosen for you—a sleek black dress that clung to your frame, elegant yet understated. You stood in front of a mirror, your reflection almost unrecognizable.

The ride to the meeting was quiet, Elijah’s calm presence both reassuring and unnerving. When you arrived, you were led into a dimly lit room filled with people who exuded power and danger. The atmosphere was charged, every glance and movement carrying unspoken threats.

Elijah guided you to a seat beside him, his hand briefly resting on the small of your back—a subtle gesture of control and reassurance.

The discussion began, a tense exchange of words laced with veiled threats and promises. You listened carefully, trying to piece together the underlying power dynamics.

Then, as the conversation grew more heated, one of the men turned his attention to you.

“And who is this?” he asked, his voice dripping with condescension. “Elijah’s new toy?”

Before you could respond, Elijah’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

“Perhaps she is,” he said coldly. Elijah’s hands twitched where they laid rested at his side, clenching into fists as she did. “And you would do well to show her the same respect you show me.” He threatened in a low growl, staring daggers into the man. “I don’t share my toys, you’ll do well to remember that.”

The man’s smirk faltered, and the room fell silent.

Elijah leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. “Now, shall we continue?”

The rest of the meeting passed in a blur, but the weight of Elijah’s words stayed with you. He had defended you, claimed you as his, in front of people who could destroy you with a single command.

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As you left the meeting, Elijah’s hand brushed against yours, a subtle but deliberate gesture.

“You did well pet. You deserve a treat.” he said softly.

The warmth in his voice unsettled you as much as it comforted you. Because as much as you wanted to trust him, you knew better. Elijah Mikaelson didn’t do anything without a reason. And whatever his plans were for you, they were far from over.

The ride back to the Mikaelson estate felt different this time. The night was thick with tension—not just from the gathering they had left behind, but from what had passed between you and Elijah. You couldn’t forget the way his lips had felt against yours, the way his hand had tangled in your hair as if grounding you to the moment. And now, sitting beside him in the car, the air felt electric, charged with something unspoken but undeniable.

The sleek car glided through the quiet streets of New Orleans, the soft hum of the engine the only sound between you. The city outside was alive in its usual way—dim streetlights flickering, shadows darting between alleys, and the occasional echo of a distant saxophone. But inside the car, the silence was deafening. You could feel Elijah’s presence beside you, his calm demeanor somehow more unsettling after what had transpired.

Soon, your heart began to race as he pulled over to the side of the road, flicking the cabin light on and staring you head on. His usual cold glare held something different, something softer, hungrier

You dared a glance at him, your pulse quickening when you found his dark eyes already on you.

“Elijah,” you began, unsure of what you were about to say.

He arched a brow, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yes?”

Your words caught in your throat, the weight of his gaze pinning you to the seat. “Earlier,” you managed, your voice quieter than you intended, “what happened—”

“What happened,” he interrupted smoothly, his voice low and deliberate, “was the truth finding its way to the surface.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. “And what truth is that?”

“That you belong here,” he said, his tone sending a shiver down your spine. “With me.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and intimate. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Elijah leaned closer. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. The touch was light, but it sent sparks coursing through your skin.

“You may deny it to yourself,” he murmured, his breath warm against your cheek. “But you can’t hide it from me.”

His fingers lingered against your jaw, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone. The space between you seemed to shrink with every heartbeat, the tension palpable. You knew you should pull away, say something, do anything to break the spell he was weaving around you. But you couldn’t.

“Elijah…” His name slipped from your lips like a plea, though you weren’t sure what you were asking for.

His eyes flickered to your lips, and in the dim light of the car, you swore you saw something raw and unguarded flash across his face. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice a soft command.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you leaned into him, the pull between you too strong to resist. The kiss was slow at first, his lips moving against yours with a precision that left no room for hesitation. His hand slid to the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, while his other hand rested on your thigh, his fingers curling slightly against the fabric of your dress.

You gasped against his mouth, your hands finding the lapels of his jacket as if to anchor yourself. Elijah responded by pulling you closer, his touch possessive yet measured, like he was staking a claim.

The car swerved slightly as the driver hit a pothole, breaking the moment just enough for you to remember where you were.

“Elijah,” you whispered breathlessly, your fingers still clutching his jacket.

��Hmm?” he hummed, his lips brushing against your jaw now, his voice low and filled with a dark kind of amusement.

“We’re…” You trailed off, unable to form a coherent thought as his hand slid up to your waist.

“Quite safe,” he assured you, his tone calm despite the fire blazing between you.

But then, as if on cue, the car jolted violently.

You barely had time to process what was happening before the screech of tires and the deafening sound of metal crunching filled the air. The car spun, your body jerking against the seatbelt as adrenaline surged through you. Elijah’s arm shot out instinctively, bracing you against the sudden chaos.

The impact was brutal, the car slamming to a halt against something solid. Your vision blurred for a moment, the world tilting on its axis as the sound of the crash echoed in your ears. You felt something warm and wet starting to trickle onto your forehead. The car had hit from the passenger side, and y/n was dazed, the impact messing with her the most.

“Elijah?” you croaked, your voice trembling as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

“I’m here,” he said, his voice steady despite the chaos. His hand was already on your arm, his touch grounding. “Are you hurt?”

“I don’t know, what just happened?” you managed, though your heart was racing so fast you could barely breathe.

Before he could respond, the sound of car doors slamming outside made your blood run cold. Shadows moved beyond the cracked windows, and the unmistakable sound of footsteps approached.

“Elijah,” you whispered, fear creeping into your voice.

“I’m coming don’t move.” he ordered, his voice sharp and commanding as he quickly unbuckled himself, reaching for the car door handle.

But before he could open his door, your door was wrenched off its hinges. A group of men stood outside, their faces obscured by masks, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight.

“Elijah Mikaelson,” one of them drawled, his voice thick with disdain. “What an unexpected pleasure.”

Elijah didn’t flinch, his calm demeanor unshaken. “If you’re wise, you’ll turn around and leave now.”

The man laughed, the sound cold and cruel. “Oh, I don’t think so. We’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.”

Before you could react, one of the men reached into the car, grabbing you by the arm.

“Let go of her!” Elijah’s voice was a deadly growl, but the man holding you only tightened his grip, dragging you out of the car.

“Elijah!” you screamed, struggling against the man’s hold.

“Elijah Mikaelson might be untouchable,” the leader sneered, “but you? You’re fair game.”

“Elijah!” you cried again, your voice desperate as the men began to drag you away.

The last thing you saw before they pulled you into the shadows was Elijah’s face, a mask of cold fury that promised retribution.

And then, everything went dark.

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