#and he's gonna protect hazel at any cost

[annabethchase06]

The way Percy nervously told Hazel and Frank he's Greek in SoN expecting some sort of tension to arise and Hazel just kisses him on the cheek and he melts has me sobbing.

Bonus points for Frank going, "Do I get a kiss too?"

[4rainynite]

Welcome to Dreamworld Predictions

Here are some predictions/headcanons I have for the next episode of 'Welcome to Dreamworld'

Remember when Ribbon Dancer first met Wiatt?

"A new friend!? Hello, hello, hello! Where did you come from? Are you human, or have you fallen from the status like the rest of us?"

Ribbon Dancer knew from the very beginning that Wiatt wasn't human and you can't convince me otherwise!

After the last episode where Wiatt talked to Celio his eyes are black like soulless and numb.

This is hinting towards Wiatt being an animatronic/cyborg.

After, their talk Wiatt's eyes return to their normal brown color.

Also, look at Oddity! He's such a good support Twinblo being there for Wiatt, he's perfect!

Celio tells Damien, Oliver, Millie, Ms. Cabrera, Star, Eric, Rex, Ribbon Dancer, and Glory about Wiatt's eyes turning black during one of their talks. Celio knew it wasn't natural but couldn't explain how it happened. Celio believed it had to do from stress, doubt, and what the two talked about and all the supernatural things going on. Celio made them promise to report to them if Wiatt's eyes ever went black again and to make sure Oddity was with him at all costs in case something happened.

When the time comes, I hope the reveal is similar to Bee's from Bee and Puppycat.

Hazel will finally meet Wiatt, Damien, Oliver, Celio, and the other animatronics to help with the investigation.

We'll get an episode of how Hazel met Lorenzo, Night Light, Gruff, and Millie.

Finding out how she got involved with Dreamworld (I believe it has to do with Masquerade, Melody, Mimic aka John, James, and Jake)

While exploring the facility (mainly employee only areas) she came across Lorenzo, Night Light, and Gruff seconds after Sara possess Millie.

The decommissioned animatronics explain that they're the souls of children who were murdered by the founder Sara when they were children because they bullied her.

 During Hazel's investigation on Dreamworld she came across Ghosteyes and Wiatt's videos. Hazel looks up to Wiatt like a big brother and besides Ribbon Dancer ships Wiatt x Lewis/ Star Light.

Well, Hayden time to put your money where your mouth is.

He's mainly doing it for Andrew, Audrey, and Pen. He'll definitely give Wiatt a hard time, but at this point Wiatt would also be done with Hayden's nonsense by now but still protects him, Astra, and Morris. This will also be a wakeup call for Hayden realizing that his hatred should be focus more on Litho and Sara and how harsh he was on Wiatt.

I think something will happen to Wiatt making Hayden fill in his shoes, but the animatronics don't trust him (mainly Cheer since he was the last human she saw before she died), and we don't know his interactions with the other employees making it difficult for Hayden to get any info.

 Now that Norman knows that Litho has been possessing Sara and Sara killed him, he's gonna help Wiatt and the others stop Litho.

He won't be buddy-buddy with Wiatt and the others at first, he'll just leave clues like Hazel leaving that flash drive in Wiatt's bag.

He instructs Morris and Astra to hangout more with the others to help gain their memories.

When he's around 'Sara' he plays dumb to make sure Litho doesn't know he (Norman) knows that he (Litho) isn't Sara.

I really hope the other employees help with the investigation and find a way to free Rain from Litho's control.

Theories:

Litho is using Hayden to derail the investigations.

We all know that Mike, Alyssa, Hayden, Andrey, Audrey, and Pen have been working at the facility since it opened up and the group may have formed a bond during the past months. Until Lewis, Eric, and Oliver disappeared, only for Mike, Alyssa, and Andrew to disappear leaving Audrey, Hayden, and Pen.

And we all know what happened to them.

Remember when Oddity found Pen's laptop and then froze Wiatt in time for a week while the facility was being repaired. I bet Litho has the laptop now and has been using it since then.

Hayden would have zero interest in Wiatt's videos, but if 'Pen' sent him a message about it he would look into it.

Litho used Pen's laptop to send Ghosteyes' videos of the Dreamworld investigations to Hayden and then killed Pen and Lisa in front of them so Hayden could go off on Wiatt and turn against him.

I remember seeing a post on Tumblr from one of the artists from the show that Pen would return as a bug animatronic (I was rooting on an owl animatronic due to the 'neck' thing). If they get the chance Pen will reveal that he never sent Hayden any videos of Wiatt's investigations and that he's been tricked.

Now, Wiatt won't talk to Hayden due to self-doubt and 'you told me to leave you alone, so now I'm doing what you told me to do' which will make things difficult. 

2. Audrey has been doing her own investigations.

Like I said above Mike, Alyssa, Hayden, and Andrew were there since the beginning and it wasn't until Andrew went missing, she did everything in her power to look for him for example: made missing persons posters, contact his family, and would go to the police regularly.

When the facility reopened, she was the only one to voice Wiatt was missing. Audrey must have noticed that it was mainly the mechanics who went missing the most fueling her need to know what happened to her friends.

Audrey having some knowledge of the animatronic/computers took over Wiatt's duties. Before Winnie attacked her Audrey proclaimed that she knew Dreamworld had something to do with Andrew's disappearance and maybe Wiatt's.

Sadly, Audrey became another victim of Dreamworld Facility, and her soul now inhabits Astra.

I believe a good 50% of the victims were looking for friends/family, co-workers and got killed because of it.

4. Melody may get his memories back due to being around Winnie and remembering he killed him and his brothers.

Okay, that's all I got now.

[crossdressingdeath]

#i mean tbf as hazel says herself she and nico represent different parts of pluto/hades#her riches and him death so the whole people don't like him cos of teh death thing still sort of holds up#also while percy isn't great ot nico im not gonna blame him for his stories#nico does nearly get percy killed quite a few times albeit without any malicious intent behind it really#liek nico is this kid that percy is highkey forced to help multiple times at cost to him and he's done with it#which is a dick move im not arguing that#but like he's also what 17 id be a shit too#yes nico is even younger but ngl id chat shit about a 14 yr old at 17 if they did what nico did to me lol#even though it would be highly unfair to said 14yr old#percy sticks his neck out for nico gets fucked over for it at least twice and then goes 'fuck it im done'#so like yeah as op says good person terrible friend#like the problem is that percy means more to nico than nico means to percy#which isn't a great foundation for a relationship and espeically not when there's so much other shit going on in the background#also feel like nico probably gives percy complicated feelings about bianca that he wants to avoid#which is selfish becuase nico probably has them about percy too#but it makes sense#not trying to start something just thinking cos it's interesting (tags via @pbaintthetb)

Actually the most interesting thing for me about how Hazel is perceived vs how Nico is perceived is that Hazel is if anything more of a child of the Underworld than Nico is, what with how she's actually a dead soul returned to the world of the living and also her abilities are actively cursed, but it's Nico who's perceived as the creepy child of the Underworld because of death powers and also his general aesthetic. Fascinating thing about judging books by their covers in there, I love it.

Also... I wouldn't say Nico "nearly get[s] Percy killed quite a few times"? The only example I can really think of where it was actually Nico's doing is the thing with Hades's trick. I guess you could count the shenanigans in the Labyrinth, but a) Percy would've needed to go down there anyway since Luke intended to use it as an invasion route and b) it was Bianca pushing Percy to protect Nico; at that point Nico mostly just wanted him to go away. Same with saying Percy sticks his neck out for Nico; he covers up him being the son of Hades and gets burned by trusting him one time, but that's about it. Nico actually risks himself for Percy a lot more than Percy risks himself for Nico. Hell, Nico consistently does far more good for Percy than bad; even if we say that the thing with Hades was entirely Nico's doing (which it wasn't), he's made up for it half a dozen times over! And it's the same again with saying Percy is "forced" to help Nico "multiple times"; he's... not. He covers for Nico of his own volition, he runs into Nico in the Labyrinth largely by coincidence since they didn't really have a lot of control over where they were going (and they were coincidentally after the same person), Nico is the one helping Percy in TLO... I guess you could say he's being forced to save Nico in MoA because of the prophecy, but honestly if Percy was the type of person who'd leave someone to slowly suffocate to death—especially someone who only got captured because he put himself in danger for the sake of the quest—unless there was a prophecy saying that person was important, that would say some pretty bad things about Percy!

Re the stories, I can understand Percy grumbling about that whole Hades incident, that's fair. My issues with it here are twofold. First, the timing: as I said, because of how the timing works out with the Seven the only opportunity Percy would've had to tell stories about Nico was while they were flying to Rome to rescue him. In other words Percy was telling the Seven about that time Nico "lured him into a trap"... while they were prepping to put themselves in serious danger to rescue him from giants. I'm just saying, maybe given the circumstances, and seeing as some of the group already had concerns about Nico's loyalties, that story could've waited until after he was rescued! Instead of the one time Nico accidentally lured him into a trap Percy could've told them about how as far as the books say Nico's first use of his demigod abilities was saving Percy from skeleton warriors despite having just learned that Percy broke his promise to protect Bianca, or how Nico charged back into the Labyrinth without hesitation and went up against a judge of the Underworld because the Labyrinth quest group was in danger, or how he half-killed himself summoning an undead army to defend Camp Half-Blood during the battle of the Labyrinth and was the one to actually bring the thing down, or how he was the one who did most of the legwork in figuring out how to get the mark of Achilles, or how after the trap was sprung Nico's immediate response was to risk Hades's fury by freeing Percy from it, or how despite having pissed off Hades by interfering in the trap Nico willingly stayed in the Underworld to convince his father to join the battle even though Hades was already furious with him (and seeing as Percy did kind of try to strangle him to death on sight when he showed up in the cell Nico would be well within his rights to say "No, I got you the mark of Achilles like I promised and fixed my mistake by saving you from my father, I'm not sticking my neck out for you again when you literally tried to kill me less than an hour ago and Dad's already pissed at me" when Percy told him to convince Hades to fight)... I'm just saying, there were stories Percy could've focused on other than that one incident where Nico accidentally led Percy into a trap, and those stories would've done a much better job of reassuring the Seven that Nico was very much on their side. Percy please tell them any story other than that one.

And my second issue is that... "Nico lured Percy into a trap" is a really inaccurate description of what happened, and honestly can only be called true in the loosest sense. Hades told Nico he just wanted to talk to Percy and then would tell Nico about his mother and let Percy continue on his trip to the Styx. As far as Nico knew there was no risk to Percy, just a minor delay. Saying Nico lured Percy into a trap comes with an implication that Nico knew it was a trap, and he had no idea. And the focus is on how Nico brought Percy to Hades to get information on his mother, but... let's be real, here. They were in Hades's domain. He absolutely knew they were there; he would've been able to send the Furies to grab them whether Nico cooperated with him or not. If Hades had told Nico the truth and he really did intend to let Percy go to the Styx after a quick chat it would've been considerably safer for Percy to have that chat and continue on with Hades's permission! But instead of explaining that Percy just seems to have told this group of demigods, some of whom already doubt Nico's loyalties, that Nico lured him into a trap with no mention of how all Nico really did was... trust his father. As if Percy wouldn't have done exactly the same thing if he was bringing someone to Poseidon's palace for whatever reason and Poseidon said "Hey, bring them to me for a quick talk first since you're bringing them to my house and all"!

But yeah, at the end of the day Percy and Nico's relationship is just... incredibly one-sided. Nico does so much for Percy's sake and gets basically nothing in return beyond maybe the occasional "Thank you", and it is a whole thing. And I am glad that based on that one TSatS excerpt talking about how Bob and Nico bonded over how their "friend" Percy seemed to completely forget they existed when he didn't need something from them it's going to go into that at least a bit, because it's definitely a thing that needs to be worked on. Helps that while he's in Tartarus Percy does at least acknowledge that he really fucked up with Nico, but so far that detail hasn't gone anywhere. Hopefully it will in TSatS.

Not to rub my angsty little hands over more media, but does anyone else ever think about how Nico likely figured the main reason he wasn't welcome anywhere was just that he's a child of the Underworld, only for HoO to come around and everyone on the Argo II to adore Hazel but still think Nico's creepy and weird (until Jason befriends him at least)? Like, it's good he has a sister again and Hazel is the best, but it can't have helped with Nico's self-worth issues to learn that apparently the issue is not being a child of the Underworld and it's just him that no one likes.

[moonflower-31]

I Won’t Forget You - Spencer Reid x Reader

Masterlist 

Part 11 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader 

Warnings: Basically all the shit in the readers history that hasn’t been mentioned up until this point. (Anxiety, mentions of abuse, stalking, arranged marriage) 

Tags: @dra-reid, @eevee0722, @ceeellewrites, @anotherr-fine-mess, @ssahoodrathotchner 

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"Are you sure about this?" 

You take in a heavy sigh as you adjust the tan trench coat around you. You nod, holding back bitter tears. 

"This is for the best, Arthur. I can't marry him. If I stay as a Grant any longer than I have to, he'll kill me. Or use you as leverage to make me change my mind. I can't let him do that." You insist, your (h/c) hair flowing in the wind outside the Atlantic City Airport. 

Your brother looks up at you with tear-stained cheeks. Being only 6 years younger than you made him 14. But he was wiser than he should be. He shouldn't have to lose his sister like this. But it was for the best. That was what you kept telling yourself. 

"B-but… what about Mom? A-and Dad?" He asked worriedly, his hands picking at the expensive leather jacket that you had passed down to him once he had turned ten. "Don't you want to at least say goodbye to them?" 

You grit your teeth as a few choice words threaten to surface. Thankfully, you swallow them. He didn't know. You made sure he didn't know. All he ever knew was that Mom and Dad were always 'busy'. He didn't need to know anything else. 

"No, Artie. I don't want to say goodbye to them. They're busy. I don't want to interrupt their meeting. It's just you and me right now." You explain as calmly as you can, giving him the most genuine smile you've ever given someone. You put a gentle hand on his shoulder, pulling him into a hug. He immediately reciprocates it, squeezing you as tight as he could.  

"I'm gonna miss you sis." He whimpers into your shoulder. For a kid his age, he was pretty tall. You softly let out a chuckle. He would be taller than you in a few years. 

"I'm gonna miss you too, little man. If things calm down, I'll reach out. I'll call you. Promise." You say, holding out your pinky. Arthur sniffles and wipes his tears with his sleeve. He then extends his hand and intertwines his pinky with yours. 

"You better not forget me." He insists, letting out a soft chuckle. You laugh softly back, cupping his cheek motherly and wiping away the fresh tears. 

"That's impossible, and you know it." You tease, gently pressing a finger to his nose. "Be good. Do what you're told. And follow your dreams, okay? No matter what Mom or Dad say is your destiny, make your own." You beg, squeezing your brother's hand for the last time. 

"I will. I love you, (Y/N)." 

"I love you too bud."  

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"Your what?" Spencer asks in disbelief, his weathered hands never leaving yours. His naturally focused eyes were now confused and frantic, trying to make sense of the words you just uttered to him. 

"M-my… my stalker. The part of my past I...I didn't want to get you into. I didn't want to put you in danger." You repeat a little quieter. Most of you wanted to curl up in a ball and die. At least then Peter would stop. 

"You had" Spencer stopped himself, letting in a small gasp of disbelief. "--have, a stalker, and you didn't think this was important?" He asks, his voice raising a notch. You flinch and try to pull your hands back on instinct. 

Spencer widened his eyes and immediately calmed his voice, taking your hands back into his. "I-i'm sorry, (Y/N). But please… why didn't you tell me?" He asked gentler this time. You let out a nervous breath and close your eyes, attempting to open the file in your brain you so desperately wanted to erase. 

"It… it might be better if I just tell you everything. I-if you'll listen to my sappy life story…" you insist, squeezing his hands for comfort. His touch was keeping you grounded for now. At least you had him. 

"O-of course, (Y/N). B-but you don't have to. I-I mean… if this is going to hurt you then I don't want you to feel like you have to-" Spencer began to ramble, his hazel eyes weighed with worry. Just like Arthur's. 

You stop him with a squeeze of your hands and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing, you think. 

"7 years ago, I-I turned 18. My parents are very old fashioned. And they believed that since I was already going back to college and trying to be my own woman since I graduated with my doctorate in psychology that year, that they would arrange me a marriage." The words tasted foul in your mouth, almost making you want to spit them out. Spencer still listened, though he did look at you with a look of concern. 

"His name is Peter Calvin. The real-estate broker and investor. At 22 he was vastly rich. And he had everything he wanted. Except a loving wife who doted on him hand and foot. He's a narcissistic bastard who believes he deserves everything he wants. So as you expect, when I turned the proposal down instead of listening to my parents, he was livid. It began with letters. Like this one." You explain, gesturing towards the almost identical envelope next to you. "He would send me gifts, trinkets that I always threw away. No matter how many times my parents arranged for us to meet and try to get along, I always pushed him away. So then after three months, he escalated. He began to call my phone 27 times a day. Blew up my phone with texts. Filled up my email box with 10 or more a day. After that didn't work he began to threaten me. All the while he sent me letters. He would… detail our future together. He even detailed how I would bear him a son first. That we'd name him Oliver. Then I'd bear him a daughter. Name her after his mother." You felt your chest beginning to ache and your heart to pound as fast as a locomotive. 

All the while Spencer listened on in the horror of the past you had gone through. This stalker of yours was easily just like many of the unsubs they'd apprehended. Spencer had never had a personal connection with them till now. His eyes were opening to a different side of things. But he stayed quiet, wanting to let you finish your story before he made any attempt to say his piece. 

"Eventually he resorted to threatening my brother. Said that he'd kill him and my family if I didn't say yes. So… I said yes." You bit your lip, looking down as tears and a sob came tumbling through you. Spencer pulled you closer to him, embracing you in his arms to allow you to cry. You clung to his cardigan, not caring as much about replacing it this time. 

After a few minutes of ugly sobbing, you sniffled and pulled back, wanting to finish the rest of the story. "A-after a year o-of engagement and physical abuse from him I couldn't take it anymore." You let out a half sob, your voice breaking like glass. "S-so I stole a bunch of his money with his credit card and bought myself a ticket down here to Virginia. Gabriel lived down here, and I called him. He offered me a place to stay as long as I went to school and got the education I deserved. So I came here, changed my last name, number and even my social security number. Never looked back." You insist, squeezing Spencer’s forearms where your hands had fallen after he had held you to let you cry. 

You let out a long sigh, the tears drying up and tired hiccups were all that remained. "After a while, Gabriel qualified to go into training for the bareau. And I found out I was too. So we both applied. The rest doesn't matter. Just… know this is all sealed stuff. You're the first person other than Gabriel and my other roommate, Iris, to know. I put myself in witness protection to get away from this man. And now…" you trail, unable to finish your own statement. 

"(Y/N)..." Spencer spoke, barely a whisper. He didn't know what to say. You just shared with him yet again something no one else on the team knew about you. You trusted him with this. 

"I-I know… an FBI agent afraid of some real estate guy. How unique." You laugh bitterly, slowly pulling your knees closer to your chest. 

"Actually, I think you were actually brave for making the right decision for everyone, not just yourself." Spencer expressed, still looking at you in shock. The probability of what was in that letter couldn't be good. If they touched it, their DNA would be on it. This was evidence. If they could only find his and you're DNA on it, they could say that you both forged the note to frame Peter. And Spencer wouldn't allow that. 

His blood felt hotter than melted iron and his face felt stiff. His jaw locked in place as anger began to fuel him. He had heard this man's name before, when your mother said it to you. If only he had known the impact just saying it had on you. He was angry at Calvin. But also at himself for not deducing that something like this was happening. 

"(Y/N)... you kept everyone else safe at the cost of your own comfort. This-This isn't right. He should be in jail for ever touching you like that!" He exclaims, being careful not to raise his voice. 

"Yeah, except his lawyer is the best. His lawyer was able to convince the judge to revoke three protection orders I had filed against him. If I even tried to prosecute him, I'd just get thrown in jail instead. I… I'm just gonna have to change everything again. I'll change my w-whole name this time. Change my hair, move again. I don't think I'll even be able to afford one let alone lease one…" you began to ramble, panic quickly rising into your voice. 

It was Spencer's turn to silence you with a squeeze to the arms. You look him in the eyes, tears beginning to start another cycle. He reached a hand up and cupped your cheek, wiping away the stranded tears. You stared into his eyes, gazing up into hazel hues. 

"Hey… I'm not gonna let you lose everything you've worked so hard for. You are not gonna let him dictate your life. We're gonna bring this to Hotch, okay? Then for now, you'll live with me." 

You snap your gaze back towards his eyes after they drifted. Was he serious?! 

"Y-you can't be serious, Spence. You shouldn't have to-" 

Spencer placed a gentle thumb over your lips and shushed you. "I want to. You need to find a place to stay for now until we get him in custody. So... I'd say my place is safest."

You sniffled a little more, swallowing a lump of gathered excuses in your tightening throat. "A-are you sure about this, Spencer? You don't have two bedrooms, sure I can sleep on the couch…" you began to ponder. "But I'm messy sometimes. Annoying most of the time. And I am most definitely not the most pleasant person to be around in the mornings." 

Spencer chuckled and pressed a kiss to the creases in-between your eyebrows. You blush like a cherry as you stop in your tracks and stare up at him in shock. "You were pleasant to be around when you stayed over last time. Even if you end up a grouch who doesn't like socializing before 8, I still want to help you with this. You're… You're my friend." 

At this, you threw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. You knew deep inside that you really shouldn't be letting him help you. He could get killed, or even kidnapped because of his involvement. But right now, some help was better than no help at all.

"Thank you…" you whisper, squeezing your arms around his neck. Spencer hugs you tightly close to him, slightly burying his head in your shoulder.

"Anything, (Y/N)." 

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Hours later, the two of you sat in front of the letter, staring at it and pondering whether or not you should open it. Spencer had grabbed a paper towel and moved it to the coffee table. 

You had already called Gabriel and let him know of the situation. He said he called a few of his buddies from his job to watch over the apartment building for the night. 

You were now leaning against the tall doctor who was hunched over next to you, equally pondering the same question as you. But probably better than you. 

You were exhausted and tired of all the fear and panic. Your eyes were still puffy and you found yourself sniffling every few minutes. 

Spencer seemed to notice this however once he moved his gaze from the letter to you. "The handwriting, although made to be elegant, is bold and erratic. He wrote this in a hurry." He attempted, looking back up at you for approval. You took in a heavy breath and nodded, sucking in your bottom lip as you sigh it out. 

New approach, Spencer thought. 

"(Y/N/N)... I-I think you should get to bed. Try to sleep. We think our best when we're well rested, even in situations like this." He suggests, placing one of his broad hands on your back. 

You feel like crumbling underneath his touch from all of the stress. "I don't think I can even try to sleep…" you whimper, leaning closer to him for comfort. "Not alone…" 

Spencer frowned down at you. He rubbed your shoulder as he'd seen Morgan do to Garcia. You were hurting. And he didn't know how to fix it. And he was a damn profiler. A doctor. Where was all his knowledge now? 

"W-well… what if I came in and laid with you. Would that help?" He asked, turning to look at you. 

You thought the suggestion over. Having Spencer Reid in your bed would have normally made you blush like crazy, and made you insist that life was kidding you. But this was different. And as much as you loved Gabriel, he wasn't the type to stay and comfort someone. He cared, sure, but he didn't know how to truly sit and listen to your problems. He was usually the one who offered you a safe place to cry. And wouldn't judge you for it. Spencer, you knew was different. 

"Yeah… yeah I think I'd like that…" you reply, biting the inside of your cheek. Spencer smiled at you warmly, sprouting a couple butterflies. 

Spencer then stood up and helped you to your feet. His arm wrapped around your middle as he guided you back towards the bedrooms. 

"Now your going to have to direct me to which one is which." He comments, looking ahead at the three doors at the end of the hallway. "I think I'd rather not walk into someone else's room and see something I'm not meant to see." He teases, smirking at you. You let out a small chuckle and smile gently, getting Spencer to squeeze you closer. 

"It's good to see you smile." He says. Although it got darker the further into the hallway you both ventured, you could still clearly see the love in his eyes as he looked at you. 

"It's the door on the right." You instruct, gesturing to the door to your bedroom. The room you would soon be abandoning. 

Spencer took out the edge of his shirt from underneath his cardigan and used it to open the door, making you stifle a giggle. Spencer then helped you inside, easing you into your bed. He turned around and closed the door, leaving you to get comfortable in bed. 

When he turned around he was met with you curled up in a coocoon made of your comforter. He couldn't help but chuckle as he came over and sat next to you. "I don't suppose you'll be sprouting any wings any time soon, will you?" He teases, scooting closer to you. You huff, some of the blanket falling off your shoulders. 

"Shut up, Genius." You tease back, smiling at him as you do. 

"No, I don't believe I will. Especially since I just got you to smile." He reveals with an eyebrow raised and a smirk, as if it were a game changing thing. You roll your eyes and nudge him, yawning softly. 

"Yeah? Well I think you're gonna get me to fall asleep with jokes like that." You playfully retorted. He laughed and hugged you closer. 

"Then my job will be easier than I thought." He teased back. You shake your head and lean it against his shoulder hesitantly. You feel him tense up for a moment, almost too long of a moment. But just as you were going to lift your head up, he loosened up, letting you completely rest your head on his shoulder. 

"I...is this okay?" You ask softly, taking in a hard breath. 

"Yeah, definitely. You just get the rest you need. I'll be here." He promised. It was then you finally decided to let your guard down and begin to sleep. 

You feel his warmth radiating from him, lulling you to sleep along with his gentle touch. He had found a way to hold you through the blankets, and you didn't mind. His thumb caressed your arm as you felt yourself drifting off, easing your fears even more than they already had been.  

You had every right to be scared. To be utterly terrified. And you still were. But he made it easier. You began to second guess your own decision not to tell him how you felt. He was here with you when you knew that not that many people would do this for you. Hardly anyone on the team. Garcia and Prentiss might be good for a good cry and pep talk, but that wouldn't have eased you any more than just talking about what your plan of action was with Spencer. Morgan would probably hold you if you asked. But the bedroom was a no-go. JJ was a mother, so she would probably just offer you something to eat to get your mind off of it all. Hotch and Rossi were different people, but you didn't peg them to be cuddlers like this. Spencer was out of his comfort zone with you. And he made no attempt to make it known that he was uncomfortable with it. 

You didn't know where you wanted to go from here, other than heading to the BAU tomorrow and asking Hotch for help. But for now, you needed to relax.  

So instead, you eased your breathing and began to focus on the quiet hum of the air conditioner, and the gentle kiss to the forehead that you felt just as you drifted away.

[auroras-blend]

The Enemy of My Enemy

Summary: Vittoria meets the one, the only, the woman who convicted her father, the ex-wife of her arch-nemesis, a dynamite lawyer: Marie Thibodeaux!

Notes: Told in Vittoria's POV. Marie is only a cameo 😢

A myriad of blue and purple puzzle pieces surrounded her skirt. Well, how am I supposed to do this in just an hour? Vittoria was more or less sour that her father left her with Sawyer in his office as he ran errands, because 1) she was with Sawyer and 2) she was bored out of her mind. When the door had shut, Sawyer had barked at her to be quiet and quite literally threw the puzzle box in her face and told her to play with it. It was brand new and she could only assume it was to go to one of the grandchildren he’d never seen. He barely has any photos of his family! There was a picture of him, his first wife, and two sons on his desk and another photo of his daughter to the side that both looked to be taken decades before she was born. I’d be sad if he were my father.

Sawyer was busy writing aggressively, his tone sharp and bitter as he was on the phone with someone. I should scream he’s killing me...that’d be funny. She giggled at the thought and earned herself a nasty scowl from the man himself. What was lovely about Sawyer was that he would swear around her because he knew damn well her mother did and he really seemed to be the only person who understood there was no more protecting her poor little ears, that he says stick out worse than Mickeys. They do not!

With a little huff, she began to assemble the puzzle of the sea, or at least that's what it said it’d be according to the box. And in her opinion, she was doing extremely well! “Look!” she pointed gleefully, “I’m almost done!”

“Wooooow,” Sawyer murmured, his eyes glued to his paper, “We should have you tested to see if you’re gifted…”

Vittoria pouted. “This is why you’re not married anymore.”

That little jab may have hit too close to home because he flung a paperweight at her that hit her in the face again. It wasn’t too heavy and it most certainly didn’t break anything, but the hate and suddenness of it made her start crying. “Keep your trap shut,” he growled.

It seemed he was even crueler today and of course she was his victim. Her little hands gripped the smooth glossy paperweight and threw it back, but it couldn’t go much farther than to bounce against the top of his desk. Her strength didn’t match his and she started bawling, “Pathetic weak little thing…”

“You’re so mean to me! I hate you and-,”

“WHERE IS THAT COCKSUCKING MORALLESS CLOWN-,” boomed a voice that made Sawyer go white as a sheet of paper.

The whites of his eyes were on display as he sprung out of his chair and shut the blinds. He ripped her off the ground and put a finger to her lips, “Shut up,” he whispered, “Shut up right now.”

Sobs still heaved from her body, the sounds being drowned out by the woman outside. “I-I can’t! You hurt me!”

“Fuck,” he cursed, “I’ll give you...two dollars! Two dollars if you’re quiet right now!”

Her cries quieted down, but not completely. Sawyer was close to trembling, his grip on her shoulders and the look in his eyes were pleading. Huh, he’s desperate… “Five,” she said.

Might as well...He grit his teeth and growled, “Fine. Now shut up.”

Vittoria nodded and retreated into the corner. “Ma’am, you can’t go in there-,” screamed the secretary.

Right as Sawyer was about to turn out the light, the door slammed open and smashed his hand against the wall. “Fuck!” he screamed in pain, pulling it close to him as he scrambled away.

The lighting fixtures flickered but remained on as who Vittoria imagined being the goddess Nemesis stood between the doorway to the firm and to Sawyer’s former safe haven. The woman was dressed in a dark navy blazer and skirt with a white undershirt. Circular glasses were falling down the bridge of her nose as her hateful gaze met Sawyer’s beady one. She had a straight-cut bob that fell beneath her chin, her hair grey in a way that demonstrated that too many people annoyed her in her lifetime. For a moment, her heart sank because that's what she could imagine her Mama to look like if she had lived that long. “You motherfucking son of a bitch!”

She even curses like Mama, well she has an accent. It sounded southern to her but with an air that she couldn't quite place. Despite being more or less terrified of everyone around her, she was unafraid of the woman. And she’s right. “Marie, you psychotic cunt, get the fuck out!”

The woman stormed right up to him and put her finger in her face. “HOW DARE YOU?! BRINGING HIM BACK!”

“It’s none of your business anymore, now get out! Call security!” he shouted at his poor shaking assistant.

“This entire case is my business! How much did it cost you to sell what you pass off as a soul?”

Vittoria giggled and right when she did, she clapped her hands to her mouth. The red-eyed gazes shifted to her, puffs of air coming out from their noses and mouths. “Oh...another one of your spawn’s spawn?” she sneered.

“No!” Vittoria protested, “I’m not related to him!”

The thought of being related to Sawyer revolted her to her core. “How fortunate for you.”

“I think so,” she smiled.

“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet? You lost that five bucks,” he seethed.

Damn.

“Who’s the kid?”

“I’ve been kidnapped!” she cried dramatically, wiping the remaining wetness from her eyes, “He’s a predator!”

Sawyer jumped, “No, she’s not! I did not!”

Her words seemed to be more terrifying than what the woman, Marie, threw at him. “You sick son of a-are you prostituting kids now?”

“ENOUGH!” he shouted, “Where’s that damn security?!”

“Because that’s the only way you can get rid of me, huh? Not in court but by men bigger than you to do your dirty work. Hell, you’re not even the boss. You don’t call the shots! You worthless piece of shit! How can you stand to look at yourself?”

“I ask him the same thing every day,” Vittoria shook her head sorrowfully.

“I’m this close,” he pinched his fingers and left a barely visible space between them, “To cutting out your tongue.”

Vittoria stepped back in fear. “Threatening bodily harm to a six-year-old? You really are a jack shit lawyer-”

“I’m nine actually. I’m just small,” Vittoria added. That information wasn't relevant but Vittoria thought it was.

“He also threw a paperweight at me,” she said pointing to the ball that stood still on the floor, “It hurt.”

“Oh...and assault. You really can’t get any lower,” Marie hissed, “I hope you can afford a good lawyer. I’d offer, but I despise you and I hate to take lost causes.”

Shivers rolled down her spine as she heard Sawyer grind his teeth. “Go back to the pits of hell where you belong, or whatever they’re calling Chicago these days, and maybe I won’t charge you for trespassing,” he snapped at the woman.

Marie scoffed, “You were so close to being free of him. And you brought him back, you pathetic worm.”

She could tell that dug into Sawyer deep. “He’s been a-,” he began to defend before eyeing Vittoria, “No. Just get out. I’ve got work to do.”

He retreated back to his seat and stepped on the puzzle she had been working on. No… Marie scowled at him, “You’re gonna end up dead one day.”

“We all do,” Sawyer sighed.

Anger rolled off Marie before her eyes met Vittoria’s. “Are you really okay, kid? You need any help?”

“I’ll survive,” she said politely.

Marie nodded. “If you ever need a good lawyer, don’t call him. He’s terrible, I should know, I was married to him,” she smirked, her eyes glowing with vindication at Sawyer whose own hazel eyes were full of hostility, “And I also beat his ass in court.”

Vittoria gasped. She was starry-eyed and already adored her, unknowing that this was the woman who convicted her father. Sawyer was glowering at her over papers, “ I’m meeting one of his ex-wives! “You poor woman. I’m so sorry,” she said with true genuineness, before clarifying her statement, “For being married to him. Not for beating him.”

Vittoria giggled at the last part. I love her. She’s mean to Sawyer. I’d do anything for her. She reminds me so much of Mama. With a last smile, she pushed by the security guards who finally arrived. Ooooh, Sawyer’s gonna fire them. Part of her was sad to see her go, knowing that Sawyer would wring her neck soon. For a moment, she had been transported back to how it was with her mother. It was probably a good thing Marie didn’t stay, otherwise, Vittoria most certainly would’ve imprinted on her and followed her around like a little duckling. “Can I be her?” she asked dreamily.

“No,” Sawyer said in a cold tone, “Come sit here.”

Vittoria obeyed and climbed into the large leather seat across from him, letting her legs swing back and forth as they couldn’t touch the ground. Wow, I feel like a grown-up. Sawyer put down his pen and looked at her. He wasn’t angry, just thoughtful and that confused her. He sighed and got up to open a globe in the corner of the room, “Whoa!”

Inside was an assortment of drinks and liquors that were half-empty. Beautiful amber-brown liquids filled the crystal cruet set, and Sawyer took the liberty to pour himself a drink. Sawyer closed the globe and gripped his glass and another empty one. Sawyer paused in front of a cabinet before opening the bottom door that revealed a mini-fridge. The cold air whooshed out when he pulled the door open, featuring rows of sodas, sparkling in their cans. “Rootbeer, black cherry, or strawberry?”

“What?” she whispered.

“Which one?” he asked again, gesturing to the sodas.

“Papa...Papa won’t let me. He won’t even let me have juice,” she frowned.

Sawyer shrugged, “Fine then…”

“Wait!” she called out before he closed the door.

She bit her lip. This is wrong. Maybe he’s doing this as a trap...but I’ve never had soda before. What if we get in a car crash on our way home and I die never having a soda?! No...Papa won’t let me and I have to be good for him, so no...I can’t have soda. And that’s that. “I’ll have the strawberry one please,” she said aloud and watched him pour the brown fizzing drink into a glass and hand it to her.

I can hear the bubbles! Vittoria felt giddy, excited to have something forbidden and sweet. Something she’d always wanted to try! A smile spread across her face as she put it up to her mouth, the foam and bubbles tickling her nose and causing her to sneeze. “Achoo!”

She wrinkled her nose to get rid of the itch as she pressed the thick crystal rim to her lips and tilted the glass back, allowing the sweet bubbly drink to drip into her mouth and leave a burning sensation down her throat. Vittoria coughed, “It burns!”

“That’s the carbonation,” Sawyer said plainly as he sat down again, “Vittoria...you know how we hate each other?”

She blinked, surprised at how honest he was being. “Yes…”

“Hm, well you know how we both love your father very much? And want him to be happy and safe?”

“Yes,” she said again, her voice worried.

“That woman who came in, my ex-wife, she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want your father to be happy and she’s one of the people who believe lies about him. In fact, Marie is one of the people who spread those lies,” he scowled.

It was the first time she ever believed something Sawyer said. It was said with such a raw intensity that he couldn’t be lying to her, or at least lying to her entirely. “What?” she whispered.

“Vittoria, she’s not our friend. You can’t trust her and the moment she finds out you’re his daughter, she’ll want to exploit that, you. Marie will stop at nothing and will use you to take him down, which is why you can never tell her anything. Please, never talk to her again,” he said seriously.

“But...but she was nice,” she mumbled, to me.

Sawyer rolled his eyes, “Well this isn’t about us. It’s about protecting your father. So can you put our differences aside and treat her as what she is? A threat to our family?”

An alliance with Sawyer? She never wanted to agree with him on anything, but the way he was speaking set her nerves on alert. He means it...he’s serious. “Yes,” she agreed, “Anything for Papa. I-I don’t want to see him get hurt…”

“Good,” Sawyer nodded, “Then it’s agreed. You won’t speak to Marie or about her, ever again.”

“Agreed.”

“You are a smart girl, then,” he grinned, “One more thing, let me tell your father everything.”

“I’ll let you if you give me back my five dollars.”

“Not a chance.”

“I’ll go home and say it anyway,” she reasoned.

“Two dollars.”

“Three.”

“Two and a strawberry tab.”

“Three,” she insisted.

He narrowed his eyes, “Fine.”

“Thank you, Mr. Sawyer,” she said pleasantly.

Sawyer smiled greasily and leaned forward against his desk, holding out his drink. Vittoria took her cue and tapped her glass against his, a sweet clink, sounding out as they toasted. As she took a sip of her soda, she couldn’t help feeling like she made a deal with the devil.

[whorphydice]

Hunger Has a Way With You

Haven’t gave anyone Ophelia content in a hot minute and i’m really proud of this one!

Eurydice was a hungry young girl

In her whole life there were two feelings that never left Eurydice.  The first was the way the weather felt- constant feelings of discomfort. In the blistering heat there were only so many layers to take off. Only so much that you could do, sitting under a tree, with no access to a cold drink or a cool room to rest. In the freezing nights of winter, it was the opposite. Thin, torn leggings didn’t do much to warm her legs, an old ragged coat only did so much to protect from the biting snaps of the wind. She could use that skinny, cold body to obtain shelter at a cost she hated paying. Ain’t no lengths to which a girl won’t go to stay a live, she supposes, when strangers grope at her skin.

The other feeling was hunger. The dull, throbbing ache in her stomach that could bring her to her knees. A constant reminder that nothing she could get was going to be enough- nothing could satiate the nawing burn of starvation. An apple was a tease. Grapes were a cruel taunt to her body. She would never have enough. She would always go to bed at night with a burning ache for more. Eurydice, would always be hungry. 

Until she went to Hadestown. 

That was the first thing she noticed, the way down. It was not the smell of metal or the blinding lights. It was not the pulse of electricity that seemed to burn through the air. No. It was the absence of that familiar ache inside her. No need to eat, once you sign yourself into everlasting servitude. As she traded in her tattered negligee for a sturdy leather Uniform, she noticed the way it seemed to hang on her frame, robbing her of what little shape she had. Fitting, for the girl who’s fight was hunger, to be forever in the body of a malnourished child. 

No. You did not need to eat in Hadestown. You could not starve to death if you were already living in hell. 

Still. Fate seemed kind to her. Though she didn’t need it- food was there. Bread, small fruits, nuts. Nothing substantial, but to the starved woman it may as well have been a feast. 

She attributed the tighter fit of her uniform to the indulgence in a meal. 

It was not until months later, when Orpheus turned and reality set in, that she thanked her body for not letting her daughter starve, too. 

You can have your principles, when you have a belly full

Her body had failed her. Time and time again. Her inability to fight her hunger, to fight her yearning, lead her here. All of her choices were led by hunger. Were lead by the will to survive, even if that meant she did not live. Loving Orpheus was the only thing her body had let her do that wasn’t out of sheer instinct to survive. Even then, hunger took her from him. 

This was the only thing her body had ever given her. 

Ophelia. 

“I’ve got you, baby, i’m right here.” Words that had fallen from her lips endlessly in the past few months. Words that fell as she wrapped her daughter to her chest and held her there under leather overalls. Words that fell as she paces around her little apartment, trying to bring a living child peace in the land of death. Most commonly, they were said in moments like this. 

In a shanty excuse for a bed, both arms clinging to the little girl. She would look at her brilliant hazel eyes as she nursed, revel in the feeling of her entire hand wrapped around a single finger. “I’m never gonna let anything bad happen to you, I promise.” She would often cry during these moments. Cry as she fed a little girl with her lover’s eyes. Her whole heart laying on her chest, it was  like she was holding the universe to her skin. 

Eurydice was never lost to the irony of it all. She starved to death, but here she was. The only way her daughter could survive was Eurydice. Funny, how she couldn’t save herself from starving to death but she was the only thing between Ophelia and that fate. 

How was she supposed to let her go? To hand her over to Persephone, knowing she would never see her again?

“I love you, endlessly, always, forever, Ophelia.” Eurydice cooed, kissing her daughter’s fist as her eyes fluttered back and forth between sleep. “And i’m sorry. I’m so sorry for leaving you.” She would never know her, Ophelia wouldn’t. Ophelia wouldn’t remember these moments in a one room apartment, when she slept safer in her mother’s arms than she would be anywhere else in the world. Ophelia wouldn’t remember the way her mother smelled or the sound of her voice- but Eurydice would never forget those details about her daughter. 

She never understood it- how someone could leave their baby. How they could bring a whole child into the universe before abandoning them to fate. Yet, she also didn’t understand sacrificing yourself. She didn’t understand how her mother starved to death, so Eurydice could have the extra bites. She didn’t understand how her mother could be so willing to die for her.

Now, as Ophelia buried her face against her collarbone and fell asleep, there was nothing she understood more. She would die for her, she would kill for her. And even, when the time came, she would say goodbye to her. 

Hard Enough to Feed Yourself

“I don’t know what to do for her!” Orpheus broke. Voice cracking as tears fell steadily down his cheeks, still desperately pacing back and forth in a fruitless attempt to calm Ophelia. Ophelia, with her voice hoarse from screaming, hysterically wailing for hours at a time, and endless desperate please for the thing Orpheus could not give her. “Please, baby, i’m trying so hard..”

“Did you try feeding her again?” Hermes asks, bringing his hand to Orpheus’s shoulder. He gave a firm squeeze, trying to comfort the young man he had raised. 

“She fights me every time...sometimes she’s too tired and she’ll drink it but.. It’s hard. She’s stubborn..” Orpheus bounces her a little, offering her a litany of warm words and kisses to try to settle her.

Persephone swirled the drink in her glass, forcing herself to look at Orpheus. This was almost as hard as it was to watch Eurydice scream for her as the train pulled away. Watching her sob on her knees on the platform knowing she will never see her child again. Watching this baby scream for her mother may have been even harder. “She’s hungry, yes, but she misses her Mama. Her mama was all she knew...her mama fed her, too. She’ll eat, but she misses her mama, Orpheus. And you can’t take that pain away.”

“I feel like i’m failing Eurydice all over...she was hungry, she starved because of me..now Ophelia’s starving and- it’s all my fault. If I had just trusted Eurydice she’d be here and she’d know what to do and-” Orpheus held Ophelia’s head to his shoulder, fingers tracing through her hair in a way that sent him back to Eurydice, her head against his chest, his deft fingers combing short waves. “I look at her and I’m watching Eurydice starve. I’m hearing her beg me to listen, to get food and firewood together, and i’m listening this time. I swear, i’m listening, and i’m failing her again. Eurydice trusted me to take care of her..she trusted me with our daughter and i’m failing them both.”

“You aren’t failing her-”

“Every night I can see her face. I see her face when I turned and when she realized I didn’t have faith in her- Imagine her face if she sees Ophelia again because I failed her. Our daughter is going to starve, and I can’t lose her, too.” Ophelia has settled for quiet sniffling, and tired, helpless whimpering into her father’s shoulder. Her little face rests on the top of his suspender, her short, shallow breaths are shaky into his neck. “I won’t. I won’t let her starve.” His hand runs over her tiny back, just thankful for whatever peace the infant has found briefly. 

 ..Let alone somebody else. 

The feeling of her skin against his was one she wanted to remember forever. To remember when this week of bliss ends and she’s sent to the underworld for the rest of eternity. To feel the tracing of his fingers along her spine, the way his calloused fingertips sent shivers through to the very core of her body.  “Orpheus…”  She whispers as her lips press to his, tangling their bare legs together, her hand coming to stoke his face gently. “Thank you.” 

Orpheus kissed her finger tips, bringing his hand to rest on her face, too. His thumb strokes her cheek lazily in little circles, the feeling of her flushed face in his hands forever seared into his skin.  “For what?”

“For loving our baby. For protecting her. You didn’t ask for her, but you loved her anyway.” 

“Eurydice...Of course I love her, she’s all I have of you.”  He glances back at the makeshift bed behind them, where Ophelia was sleeping for the time being. They’d shortly redress and bring her into their arms, holding her between them as if they could keep Eurydice here out of sheer love. “I’d give anything for her.” I’d do anything to keep you here. 

“Then take care of yourself, too.” It was a question and a request both. She knew of his struggles in the name of their daughter. The things he went without for her. “She needs you to eat and be healthy...please.” 

“I...If she’s willing to eat something, i’m not going to take any of it. In the beginning she cried for days and I was so scared she was going to starve, Eurydice. I couldn’t fail you like that.” He pulls her closer, resting her head in the crook of his neck, stroking her dark, short waves. 

“She’s still fighting you, I can see it. Orpheus I just want to take her and take that pain away and feed her but- that’ll make it harder on you. But what I can do, is ask you to take care of you. My mama...she starved to death for me. Ophelia needs you, please..”  Eurydice hiccups as she feels emotion building at the base of her throat. “I planted enough, to get you through to winter. Keep those plants alive, whatever you do, keep them alive and you will have enough. And I canned what we had- what you had- which is an extra. Please, Orpheus, please stay alive for her.” 

“I will, I promise,”

“And Ophelia, she’ll forget about me and she’ll take the bottle and it’ll be okay and she won’t starve and-”

“She won’t ever forget about you, Eurydice, I won’t let her.”

“You let her forget if it keeps her alive, okay?” How was she supposed to say that she noticed it too? That her happy, beautiful girl was no larger than she was three months prior? That she put up a fight every time Orpheus offered her a bottle again and again. 

Eurydice merely kissed his cheek, and offered a sad smile. 

When she said goodbye to them at the platform she knew she would be seeing Ophelia again soon, when the starvation took Ophelia like it had her and her mother before her.  

She never thought that the very thing she went to Hadestown to escape- the very thing that took her from Orpheus- would take her daughter, too.

But she wasn’t hungry anymore. 

“I’ve got you baby, i’m right here.” They were words that brought more joy and comfort to Eurydice that night than maybe ever before. When she dressed her daughter for bed, and held her to her chest. Her daughter, pressed against her, wide hazel eyes locked with her brown ones, innocence and love that only a baby could have evident within them. “I’ve got you.” 

Her short black slip of a dress was long since discarded, traded for an old summer tank top that dwarfed her frame. 

Orpheus. Her newly official husband sat behind her, holding her back against his chest, his legs on either side of hers. He has his chin resting on her shoulder, staring down at their daughter in her arms. 

There was comfort and excitement they couldn’t quite describe in this moment. 

They were together. All three of them. For the first time and for forever.

Orpheus watches as Ophelia’s eyes flutter open and closed, full and resting for the first time in months.  “I’ve never seen her sleep so well..”

“It’s hard to sleep when you’re hungry.” Eurydice points out, running her finger down Ophelia’s nose as the little girl fell asleep at her breast, her tiny hand still clutching to the hem of her shirt. “

“We’re gonna be just fine, aren’t we?” He mumbles into the skin of her neck, inhaling deeply to remember the scent of her freshly washed skin forever. Never again would he smell the soot of Hadestown, or feel the sharp curve of her bones against his. He would never hear her choke on the sediment coating her lungs when she breathed too deeply. He would get to revel in this- healthy, healing Eurydice, for the rest of his life. 

“We’re all going to be just fine.”

[emma-nation]

Within You - Bloodbound AU- Chapter 1

Summary: One year after defeating Gaius, the gang has finally found peace… Until a tragic incident awakens the ultimate and most dangerous threat they ever faced.

Genre: Angst/Adventure/Romance

Rating: T - Warning for violence and language

Notes:

- Sequel to the fics For You, In The Daylight and Without You. You can read all of them here.

- Sorry to everyone who liked my plot about The First Vampire. I wrote it before Book 2 release and now I really felt like changing it, as I want to explore some characters and elements from the original BB universe in this fic. 

- Slightly NSFW alert/Minor Nightbound crossover

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Lysimachus

The previous night had been intense. A failed attempt to perform a ritual to bring back a loved one resulted in someone summoning some sort of demon instead. It took three hunters to contain the threat. Even being a vampire, Lysimachus still felt sore and bruised from the battle.

"What time is it?" He rubbed his eyes and checked his phone screen. 9:36 AM. And about ten unread messages from his sister. Kamilah was extremely upset because he hadn't picked up her calls.

"Same old Kamilah," even almost two years after their reunion, her habit of acting so overprotective of him would never die. He needed to let her know, every single day, he was alive and well. "Oh shit."

The last message wasn't another complaint, but a summoning from Adrian. A Council meeting was scheduled for that night. Being one of the six Clan leaders, he was forced to attend. The subject was said to be highly important and related to his personal interests.

He wondered what could it be this time. Since defeating Gaius, they had been living normally. Some groups tried to follow his lead and start a rebellion in New York, but they were easily contained by Kamilah, Adrian and the others. Their biggest issue they had was his sister's disastrous honeymoon. She and Amy chose a private island in Greece as destination, where they had a nasty encounter with the Order Of Dawn, a secret society formed by some of the most elite and efficient killers in the world. Their sole mission was the eradication of their kind.

If there was an organization Lysimachus hated to his guts, that was the Order. Not only because they rejected him in the past, when he was still a vampire hunter, but because they acted fanatical and biased about their views. It was very pleasant to see their headquarters being burned to the ground, but what they discovered deep down the compound changed everything they knew so far... the tree that originated their bloodline. The Tree Of Eternal Life.

The secret files they found in the Order Of Dawn's computer told an entire different story about their origins. They were all wrong, including Jameson. The First Vampire, supposedly helped by a goddess, drank blood from the tree. Which granted her all the power she possessed.

There was an attachment on Adrian's email. Lysimachus opened it and started reading. He had been studying the tree's blood. And from the results, that story was being proved to be real.

After a quick showering, he went to the same usual diner for coffee and breakfast. The owner, Hazel, was a very sympathetic Fae, giving every meal a personal touch of her magic.

"Morning," Lysimachus greeted, "the usual, bacon and eggs, and... Espresso, extra strong please. I'm gonna need it today."

He glanced at the very end of the diner, at the most secluded booth, near the old jukebox. Lysimachus could barely see her short figure with magenta hair hidden behind the daily newspaper.

"And a blueberry French toast for the lady, please."

Lysimachus sat down right in front of her, who barely noticed his presence until she dropped the newspaper she was reading.

"Hello to you too," he joked, facing her closely.

"Oh, hey," Katherine removed her sunglasses, revealing the results of a poor night of sleep and complete exhaustion. "I came here for some coffee. I don't think I can make through the day without it."

"Same."

"All I can hope is no one will be doing anything stupid tonight. I don't think I can't handle."

Lysimachus let out a small laugh. They had been working together for one year now, hunting supernatural threats and protecting magical artifacts. There was some romance in between, but nothing serious or official. Katherine wasn't the kind who created too many attachments. Neither was him.

"Don't tell me," yet, he felt bad for leaving her behind. Her company was enjoyable. "I'm suppose to go to New York tonight. Council meeting."

Katherine stared at him in silence for a moment before rolling her eyes.

"Why do you even agree to be part of that vampire elitist crap? Isn't it exactly what you always hated and wanted to abolish?"

"I... uh..."

He didn't exactly have an answer. After The Baron's death, he was immediately chosen to have his seat. He rarely spent time in New York though, he mostly traveled through America and other parts of the world, seeking for vampires in dangerous situations, in need of a Brand or protection.

"It's for a greater good," he lied. The position was kinda imposed to him.

"Sure," Katherine let out an ironic chuckle. "Whatever you tell yourself."

Through his cell phone, Lysimachus scheduled the first flight back home. While he couldn't wait to hear his twin sister's complaints about his constant absence, there was one person he wished to avoid at any cost... Priya Lacroix.

"I'll be back next week," he assured Katherine. "But if there's any emergency..."

"You know I can handle it own my own," she interrupted. "But as for you, watch out for threats with brown hair, sharp fangs and red eyes. She was spotted at Alicia's former club several times in the last few months. Don’t even try to tell me she wasn’t stalking you."

Before he could answer, she stood up and walked away, leaving him wondering if that could be an act of jealousy or only her usual bad mood in the morning.

----------

Kamilah

"Anything else you need, Mrs. Sayeed?"

"Could you gift-wrap this for me, please?"

Kamilah sighed in relief as she accommodated herself on the comfortable seat of her private jet. She thanked the universe, and the humankind, for the existence of airport shops. She was so busy during her business trip to Paris she didn't have time to pick her wife a proper gift for their one year wedding anniversary. If there was one thing she considered extremely necessary was to spoil Amy. Though the girl refused to admit, she loved being spoiled.

Yet, she couldn't grant her the one gift she wanted the most, being Turned. They only had one conversation about this and Kamilah gave her a definite answer. When she reached her thirties, age when she was Turned herself, they'd finally discuss this again. Amy obviously wasn't thrilled about it.

Kamilah opened her laptop, attempting to chat with her brother, but he wasn't online. He was never online, or even answered phone calls, after he started this new lifestyle. Adrian messaged all the Clan leaders requesting a meeting to discuss important information, and she'd be truly angry if her twin brother wasn't there.

During the flight, she took some time to read the papers Serafine Dupont delivered her before her departure. She only met Amy once, during their honeymoon in Greece and an incident with the Order Of Dawn. Being a psychic vampire, it was enough for her to take some conclusions about her wife.

Bloodkeeper, Kamilah read. The parallel line that descended from the Tree Of Eternal Life. Passed to one woman, born in every generation and triggered by the contact with vampires. They had the ability to access every memory, from every vampire that ever walked on Earth.

That was the most coherent answer of why her visions were increasing. Being married to a vampire, Amy couldn't be any closer to that world. Somehow Kamilah felt relieved. After all, the prophecy previously made by Wright's cult in London was mostly wrong. What made Amy special, was her bloodline. She was no Chosen One to bring the First Vampire back to life. That was nothing but a myth created by old civilizations and passed along to their descendants. Only one of the many legends regarding their main ancestor.

She closed her eyes, trying to get some rest before her arrival, but Serafine's last words were still repeating inside her mind.

"There's more about Amy than it shows. I could sense something within her... a darkness."

Hours later, she was finally back in New York. It had passed 7 PM and her penthouse was dark and silent. She sighed, placing her bags near the front door. Amy should still be working at Ahmanet Financial. She was about to make her way to the master suite when someone jumped on her back.

"Surprise!" She recognized her wife's cheerful voice. "Please don't go to the dinning room, I'm not done yet."

"Amy..." Kamilah said, still stunned by the surprise. "I couldn't sense your presence and you're not even a vampire. How on earth do you manage to do that?"

"Practice I guess? By being married to a vampire?"

"I suppose you're right. Anyways, what were you up to in the dinning room?"

"Wait a sec," Amy disappeared through the corridor for a few minutes. "Stay right here."

Kamilah waited patiently, examining her surroundings and being surprised the penthouse was very organized, even in her absence.

"We're making some progress," she thought.

"You can come now."

The female vampire followed her wife, finding a candlelight dinner waiting for her. A huge smile appeared on her face. After she teased Amy a little bit about her cooking skills, they exchanged a few quick kisses and sat down to eat. Kamilah picked one special bottle of wine from her collection. She glanced at her wife, putting on some music on the stereo. Amy had the most beautiful and pure smile on her face. Serafine could only be wrong. There was no darkness inside her. Only light.

"So," at the table Amy's expression changed a little, "how much did you speak to her?"

"Who?" Kamilah took a sip of her wine. She already knew the answer.

"You know who I'm talking about."

After some alcohol in Greece, Serafine let slip some juicy details about their quick affair in the past, what caused Amy to become extremely jealous of her.

"Only enough," Kamilah assured her. "Small talk, work and... about you."

"What about me?" Amy raised her voice, clearly annoyed.

"Your visions. They're increasing, Amy. I needed answers."

"And what did the expert told you?"

"You're a Bloodkeeper."

----------

Amy

Bloodkeeper. A rare kind of human that possessed the ability of accessing every vampire's memories. Amy shook her head in denial.

"One more label to the list," she thought. "Damsel in distress, The Chosen One, Bloodkeeper..."

She entered the bathtub, that was in just in the perfect temperature. Everything was perfect in her life right now. The penthouse she lived with Kamilah, her high-ranked job at Ahmanet Financial, the business classes she was taking, their marriage... yet, she couldn't help feeling there was something missing. Since her death experience, she was constantly feeling empty, incomplete. Something she couldn't explain.

"I know what it is," her mother told, when she shared these feelings, obviously omitting all the supernatural and eerie part. "Motherhood. Your biological clock is ticking."

"Mom, I'm only twenty-four. And no, we're not even considering this possibility yet."

Deep down, she knew what would fill that hole. She knew exactly what she needed. She wanted to be Turned. Amy intended to keep all the promises she made in her vows, except for one: 'til death do us part. They could skip that part. It could be easily replaced by: 'til Turning makes us eternal.

When she left the bathroom, Kamilah was getting dressed for the Council meeting. She picked something formal, yet more casual, instead of her usual suits. Even after being together for two years, Amy was always impressed by how stunning she looked. Her wife would look great in anything she wore, even in the costume Lily designed her for their last Halloween party.

"I forgot..." She sighed, recomposing herself. "I printed the reports from the last few days, I left them on the office's desk."

"I don't need to see them," Kamilah shrugged. "I trust you, you run that company so well as I do."

"You're gonna make me believe it someday."

"It's true. Your communication skills have gotten us profitable deals, attracted new clients and everybody loves the improvements you suggested. Trust me, you're doing absolutely great."

Amy sat down by her side in bed and laced her fingers with hers. She felt a little remorseful for arguing with Kamilah as soon as she came home. She had all the right in the world to be concerned. Living for over two millennia, she had done things she deeply regretted, and having Amy to watch them, like a movie, should be truly upsetting.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just... sick of all of this. All these names and speculations about me. Can't I just be... Amy? Amy, the regular mortal?"

"You're far from regular. You're the most remarkable person I've ever met," Kamilah tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Whatever you are, Amy Sayeed, I love you."

"I love you too."

Amy wrapped her arms around her wife's waist, kissing all the way up from her neck until her soft lips. She kissed them passionately for minutes. While their tongues moved together, Kamilah’s hands moved down to the knot on her bathrobe, untying it and exposing her naked body.

“I missed you,” her nails softly raked Amy’s stomach, “so much.”

“And so did I,” Amy whispered in her ear. “But you were always on my imagination, you know?”

Her last sentence sparkled Kamilah’s attention, who raised a curious eyebrow.

“Oh really? Have you been having fun without me?”

“Quite a bit, if you ask me.”

That was one of Amy's favorite manners to provoke her wife when she was away on her business trips. Or she'd ask her opinion on which underwear she should wear that night, followed by pictures. It had the power of causing some interesting effects when the female vampire got home.

Kamilah's hand traveled down her body and stopped in the middle of her legs, touching her most sensitive spot only to tease her.

"After this Council meeting," she spoke in her usual demanding tone, "you better be prepared."

———-

Kamilah

Adrian requested to see Kamilah in particular, one hour before the meeting started. He wanted her to be the first one to see his findings in person. She and Amy arrived at Raines Corporation at 11 PM, Lily was already there, preparing the slide-shows. While the girls got distracted, speaking about their video games and favorite TV shows, Kamilah followed Adrian to the laboratory.

"Is it..." her eyes went wide as she observed the ancient, marble sarcophagus in the middle of a highly secured room.

"Yes," Adrian told. "I retrieved it from that underground temple in London. But..."

"But?"

"It's not the First Vampire in there."

"What?! What about Amy's visions when she was in that death state? She saw her. She spoke to her."

"Indeed, she spoke to her trapped spirit, but, this? This is unreal, Kamilah. The First Vampire's body is stored somewhere else."

That wasn't the only one of his findings. Since the discovery of the Tree Of Eternal Life, Adrian obtained many samples of its blood for studying purposes. The blood that started both of their lines, Vampires and Bloodkeepers. The blood that was rumored to be the ultimate source of power.

"The results are absolutely impressive," he explained. "For example, besides finding out this body is not the First's, I concluded that what truly killed Gaius was Amy's blood, not that stake. The Bloodkeeper blood in contact with his heart, had the ability of destroying an ancient vampire."

"So?"

"Unlike ours, her blood has no impurities."

He drove her to another section of the laboratory, where the samples of the blood were being studied for different purposes. One of them, was Adrian's most proud creation, a serum that could cure Ferals and prevent new vampires from developing that condition.

"What about the the other samples?" Kamilah asked, her eyes running through the screens and laboratory machinery in front of her.

"One of them is to give us more time in the sunlight."

That was no problem for Kamilah. Her ring still worked perfectly, even after some time. And so did her brother's and... Priya's. Lacroix's new line of swimming suits and beach outfits was hit during the last summer.

"And these," Adrian's lips turned into a smile, "my two biggest dreams. Two projects in development."

"Don't tell me you're trying to become human again?" Kamilah rolled her eyes.

"It could be an alternative. Kamilah, some of us never wished or adapted to this life."

"Fair enough."

That wasn't the case for her. After 2065 years, she was pretty comfortable being a Vampire. With Amy, she was enjoying her life at fullest now.

"This one is my top secret project," Adrian showed her another sample. "It's uh... a project for us to be able to reproduce. I don't know what results it could bring and I have no one willing to test."

Kamilah quickly dismissed that subject. Being a mother was something she never considered before, not as mortal, even less as vampire. At the moment, Amy completely agreed with that decision. They still had a lot to experience together before taking such a big step in their relationship.

She returned to the main hall, where a surprise awaited for her. Her long missing twin brother had finally showed up.

"Well," Kamilah crossed her arms and frowned. "Hello, stranger."

Lysimachus didn't say anything, he only involved her in a bone-crushing hug and messed up her perfectly lined hair.

"I missed you too, sister."

"Well, your life must be active in New Orleans as you barely have time to call anymore."

"Sorry," he smiled. "I've been quite busy."

"When am I going to meet her?" Kamilah playfully elbowed him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Together, they followed to Adrian's conference room, where the meeting was about to start.

----------

Lysimachus

Since the night of Kamilah's wedding, Lysimachus had permanently cut ties with Priya. The only few times they met were during Council meetings or when she was visiting New Orleans by occasion. The fashion designer wasn't obviously interested in changing for better, or maintaining a healthy relationship. All she ever cared about was her fame, status and herself.

As usual, she made her late entrance in the conference room, eyes focused on her cell phone and pretending to not notice his presence.

Kamilah started with the formalities and, before passing the word to Adrian, she asked:

"We have some important information to be shared tonight, but before that, anyone has another subject that should be discussed in this meeting?"

"I do," for the first time Priya looked at him. "I'm starting a petition to impeach Council members that who are mostly absent from meetings and have a questionable conduct, such as hunting their own kind or sharing private information. Also, the Pact clearly states that every member should be a New York resident."

Lysimachus ignored her desperate attempt to insult him. He should be expecting that. Priya would attack him in every opportunity she had. Three of the projects he proposed to the Council were denied because of her.

"I meant..." Kamilah sighed, "another important subject."

"I'm getting married!" Lester announced, standing up from his chair. "We've met during my visit to a ranch in Texas. She's a cowgirl and horses aren't the only thing she's good at riding, you know..."

"What?" Lily and Jax asked at the same time, exchanging looks. "Ewww."

"I never thought I'd say that," Amy said, "but I miss The Baron. At least with him we had all these interesting murder and betrayal accusations, instead of... this!"

Kamilah only shook her head and gave Adrian a signal to proceed with his subject. While Lily set up the technological part, they still had to hear Lester bragging about his fiancée for some very long minutes.

"Congratulations," Lysimachus tried to make him stop before it became to graphic for everybody's sake.

"Yeah," Priya smirked sarcastically. "Maybe you're next, Hunter. I mean, after you sell out our heads to your girlfriend, she'll want to stick around."

It was becoming too much for him.

"I never shared a single bit of information we discuss in this room with my co-workers from New Orleans!"

"Can you all shut up?!" Kamilah angered. "Relationship counseling is in a different building. Two blocks away."

The presentation started. He knew what Adrian was about to share, being a former member of his company he had sent him all the research results he managed to obtain beforehand. Now, they were finally having access to real information about their origins and all the potential the blood from the Tree had, not only to create but to destroy.

"Any further comments?" Adrian inquired.

"I'm not a disgusting Feral, I can walk in the sunlight and I have no interest having children," Priya headed to the exit. "Can I leave now? My new collection isn't going to draw itself."

As she opened the door, another female figure was standing outside. Everyone turned their heads and stopped to watch. Katherine walked into the conference room, going straight to Adrian.

"Adrian Raines? I've obtained confidential information that, not only you're in the possession of the First Vampire's blood, but has been using it for research."

"That's correct."

"Being it considered one of the most powerful and ancient artifact, I've been hired to monitor it closely."

"Why don't you follow me to my office?"

As they both left, the whole room stared directly at Lysimachus, even his own sister. He had absolutely nothing to do with that, except... that he remembered connecting his cell phone to Katherine's computer one night to sync some files.

"Fuck!" He thought. He couldn't have acted so careless.

Priya stood by the door with a victorious grin on her face.

"I told you so," she said before leaving.

----------

Amy

When they finally made back home, a heavy rain started pouring outside. Kamilah was completely stressed, pacing around her home office. At first, she thought to be a scheme plotted by Priya against her brother, until he admitted his mistake. Yet, someone had indeed hired Katherine to have deep access to Adrian's research and they couldn't figure out who.

"I always knew my brother was making a mistake getting involved with those people," Kamilah vented to her. "Sooner or later, it was bound to happen."

"Do you think Priya is actually right?" Amy massaged her wife's tense shoulders. "That he must pick, between New Orleans or being a Council member?"

"The more I hate to admit it, yes. Lacroix is right this time, Amy. Even though my brother has done an amazing job as Clan leader, he can't keep a double life as Nighthunter. He may have put us all in danger, that was the most important information we had in ages."

"And what do we do now?"

They had been together long enough for Amy to decipher all Kamilah's looks. The one she had at the moment meant she was about to suggest something she wouldn't like.

"No..." Amy scowled. "Absolutely not."

"Amy," Kamilah closed her eyes, trying to stay patient. "Adrian agreed. Being a psychic vampire, Serafine can debrief her."

"Doesn't your brother knows how to debrief people? Why her?"

"He's not doing it. Lysimachus thinks it's too extreme and could put her in danger with her employee."

"Okay," Amy threw her hands in defeat, "it's for a good cause I guess. But she's staying away from you."

"Of course."

Suddenly, Kamilah had her pinned down to the bed, eyes red in desire.

"I love when you're jealous," her nail traced Amy's cheek. "I can sense the insecurity in your heart, the fear of losing me to someone else, the thought that you're too inexperienced..."

Kamilah was right. Amy had all of that in mind when it came to Serafine, Gaius or even her Italian girlfriend. The flashes that were now often popping-up in her mind of their moments together only made it worse.

"But truth is..." she whispered in her ear, "no one has made me ever feel this way before," Kamilah placed Amy's hand on her chest, where she could feel her heart beating fast.

"Really?"

Kamilah didn't answer, her eyes were determined to prove Amy her feelings. She drove Amy's hand to another spot, inside her underwear.

"Or this way. You have the power of driving me completely crazy."

"Okay," Amy smiled in satisfaction, feeling how much her wife wanted her. "I see your point now."

She wanted her too. She wanted her really badly. Their mouths had just found each other when a cell phone started buzzing.

"Ignore it," Kamilah ordered, against her mouth. "I don't want to hear anything else, other than you saying my name loud tonight."

It continued. And Amy tried to keep her focus on the tips of Kamilah's fangs brushing her neck. But the buzzing wouldn't stop, for some reason it seemed to grow louder. It was entering her ears causing discomfort. Penetrating her brain like if it was ringing inside it.

"I'm going to pick up," Amy told, pushing her away. "All this noise is giving me a headache."

"Huh?!" Kamilah furrowed her brows confused. "I can barely hear it, it's coming from your purse in the living room."

As Amy grabbed her phone, the number of missed calls scared her but no more than the text from her mother.

"Amy, what's wrong?"

She couldn't answer. She just stared at the screen paralyzed in horror.

"K-Kamilah... it’s my dad... h-he's in hospital. He had a heart attack!"

[electra-xt]

what do you think of kliego?

ooooh okay. 

this is gonna get long and subjective haha but talking about this is my jam and i’m glad you asked because i have thoughts!!

i think klaus and diego have excellent chemistry together, and they’re pretty equally matched for each other in the context of the show. the klaus/diego scenes in season 1 are some of my favorite moments, period— i find the veterans’ bar scene immensely cathartic, i love the scene where diego and klaus are chasing hazel and cha cha in the ice cream truck, and in episode 10 the combo of the “you saved my life” and “you’d be the last man i would date/you’d be lucky to get me” clinches it as a couple that makes sooo much sense in canon. romance! and i’ve read and enjoyed kliego fics, and i think there’s a lot to be said for them as a couple, and i would tentatively say that i do in fact ship it. 

the way i see the show, diego and klaus have an immense amount of love, connection, and affection for each other. they’re naturally drawn together, even when they appear to be opposites— stoic/intense/macho diego seeks out weepy/disenchanted/flaky klaus. this is because diego and klaus have one big similarity, imo, which is that they’re both emotionally oriented. both diego and klaus feel things deeply: diego is aggressive and angry and loves passionately and holds grudges, and klaus is savvy and perceptive and ebullient and incredibly easily overwhelmed. they’re both really sensitive. similarities! differences! opposites attract! romance~

that said... it’s hard for me to get long-game invested in them because i don’t think they respect each other.

i think diego and klaus have opposite values. every single part of diego’s story in season 1 is teaching him to care about other people, while every part of klaus’s story is klaus learning to respect himself. i’m not a fan of uneven relationships, and i think if they tried to really make something work, things would go poorly.

when we’re introduced to diego at the beginning of the show, he’s a swaggering wannabe vigilante who wants to swan into every crime scene and solve it. he wants so badly to be loved and seen, and he accomplishes exactly the opposite of that goal by always trying to measure up to his reginald’s ideal of success. his story with eudora, as clumsily as it was handled, taught him that the way to be loved and seen and truly achieve peace is to listen to other people, to follow others’ leads instead of blazing a trail for the sake of proving himself, and that mercy and compassion and forgiveness is better than revenge. diego values loyalty, family, sincerity, and the truth.

klaus, on the other hand, starts the show without any self-respect. he’s at rock bottom. he’s fresh out of rehab, the only relationships he has are transactional, and has zero intention of following through with sobriety. why would he? klaus has spent his entire life playing defense against the ghosts, and his values are clear: he needs to protect himself and stay safe and comfortable in the moment at any cost, even when he’s really sabotaging his future self. he’s never had anything to hang onto. so his whole experience in vietnam with dave, getting sober, “the first person i loved more than myself...” that’s the first thing that ever grounds him. that’s his wake-up call that he can— and should— build a life worth living for himself. klaus values safety, security, acceptance, and unconditional love.

and i don’t see those values as soulmate-level compatible. how do you reconcile one partner who needs things to be absolutely true and fair, and one who’s unfazed by manipulation and compromise? how do you reconcile one partner who’s hotheaded and has a temper and has never had a successful relationship with one who’s less patient and less thick-skinned and extremely accustomed to ducking out when things get bad? maybe their strengths complement each other, but how do you reconcile diego’s flaws with klaus’s flaws?

and this is where the respect comes in, because i believe diego wants the best for klaus, and he’d care for klaus, and maybe even sacrifice things to protect klaus— but like, does that mean he sees klaus as his equal? i don’t think so. diego has powerful protective instincts, but... he also deserves to be taken care of, and i genuinely don’t think klaus is equipped to do that unless he gets a TON of development that he doesn’t get in the show. i don’t enjoy ships where one character has to rehabilitate the other and nurse them to health. it’s an incredibly popular trope, but it leaves a really bad taste in my mouth to relegate diego to the role of the patient one while klaus is being his quirky and delightful self. i have negative interest in diego being the Supportive Boyfriend while klaus is dealing with his addiction.

i think kliego is massively appealing if you love klaus and see him as sensitive and quirky and delightful— which he is! diego and klaus are both nuanced and fascinating characters with lots of facets and lots of good qualities. it makes so much sense to put them together. but tbh i just can’t see past the fact that he hasn’t learned to respect other people and i think that combined with diego’s tendency to overstep and overreach and be overprotective, this is kind of a recipe for a relationship where diego tries to be klaus’s white knight and klaus leans into it and ultimately both of them get let down.

there are excellent kliego stories to be told, and i’ve written some and read a lot. and klaus shows up all the time in my fics! i love them as bros and wingmen and friends, and i like them as one-night stands and on-and-off flings and origin stories for each other! but as soulmates? as endgame? nahhh i think they’d drive each other insane

[cabinofimagines]

Shortie! (Headcanons of the 7+)

A/N: WE ARE (for a brief time) BACK IN BUSSINESS BABIES!!! So I’ve been talking about PJO a lot with my bff and felt the need to write something but I don’t really have time to write a long fic that could make you guys happy so I’m gonna settle with this headcanon thing one of you sent a really long time, don’t forget to comment your thoughts!! -Danny

Warnings: None :)

Request: Hey there! Just wanted to say Your blog is awesome! I love how you write the characters so good! Like really! It amaze me! It really made my day when I read a post of you! I hope the other get well soon I-I wanted to ask for a Headcanon? How the 7 and Nico, reyna, Thalia and Will would be like in a relationship with an short s/o? Like 4'9"? I'm sorry if I wrote it wrong! English is not my native Language ^^" and sorry if this has already been asked/if that are too much Characters! have good day!

Percy:

He’s already a tall guy, so most campers are below his height but you, oh boi

The first time he saw you he melted, you were so cute and huggable!!

Really, Percy treats you like you’re something out of this world, he needs to protect you at all cost!!!!

Has to lift you up so you two can kiss, or he has to sit, or you have to stand on top of something, you know the drill

Anyway, Percy loves his small bean

Annabeth:

She didn’t pay attention to your height until you mentioned it 

And she doesn’t talk about it much unless she’s teasing

When Annie hugs you usually places her head on top of yours and envelopes you in the warmest hugs ever

FOREHEAD KISSES

Nico:

This baby boy is not really that tall, i mean, he is. But not much. 

He’s like, 30 cm taller than you???

He’s kinda cold all the time so you hug him and it looks like a he got a koala stuck on his chest lmao

Nico loves that

NECK KISSES (for him)

He love, he protect, but most importantly, He love unconditionally.

Thalia:

This asshole. 

Won’t be a day when she doesn’t mention how taller she is

And how smaller than anyone you are

At first it was bc she was truly surprised but now she sees you making that face and “You look so cute when you get angry, honey”

You don’t know if you should punch her in the face or kiss it all over

Is always the second choice

Will:

“Hello I’m the doctor, and this is my little helping hand-” “sToP It”

Tons of cute nicknames

All related to how tiny u are ofc

He sometimes will use you like his personal pillow but it’s ok

Jason:

This little ray of sunshine won’t ever use your height against you

Unless he’s hiding your presents for Christmas/birthday/valentine’s

Really high up some shelf so you can never see them 

PIGGYBACK RIDES

He plays with your hair. All.the.time.

Whenever he wants a kiss he leans or sits and pulls you on his lap

He has never let you make any kind of effort, literally you just gotta go “Kiss me?” and he’ll leave whatever he’s doing so you can get some affection

Bless him

Piper:

This asshole 2.0

she doesn’t make fun of you as openly as Thalia, but she gives you that look 

You know the one, like you’re some kind of lost kitten in need of a home

So obviously, she’s really protective 

No one can make fun of your stature except her

She’s always kissing you cause idk why everyone feels so full of love whenever they’re around a short person seriously I need an answer????

Anyway, protective Pipes = best pipes

Leo:

He gets you. He was the smaller in every damn group he’s ever been. 

So when he met you he couldn’t be happier

“So how many jokes about elves do you hear during the day?” “oh, boy... too many” “yeah, I feel ya hon”

But careful tho! he gets you, that doesn’t mean he’ll take an opportunity to mess with you if he can

“Listen, Repair boy-” “Sorry, I can’t hear you from these TEN INCHES TALLER THAN YOU” 

You punched him for that

it wasn’t so bad, but he got the message

That didn’t stop him but he now makes sure there are a few secure feet of distance between you before he makes one of those jokes

Hazel:

She’s actually thankful her significant other isn’t taller than her

perfect hugs that fit just right 

She can borrow your clothes too, that’s amazing

you train together whenever you feel like doing nothing too difficult

you can take selfies and none of you has to bend/tiptoe to fit in the frame?? thank the gods for that

spontaneous kisses are easy cause you don’t have to pull her down lmao

Frank:

“I could carry you on my shoulder all day and I wouldn’t feel tired at all” “Please DO”

He has this dumb habit of walk behind you so he can see you and others found it hilarious cause he looks like a very kind bodyguard

Sometimes you actually have to pull his shirt or shake his arm to get his attention and he finds that extremely cute while you die of embarrassment

HE CAN LIFT YOU UP LIKE NOTHING, WOW

Definition of a giant teddy bear: Frank Zhang

Definition of the teddy bear for Frank: you.

 you are so cute I'm crying wtf

Reyna:

No one touches you, no one ever messes with you in a fun way cause Reyna is always ready to fight

But she’s so gentle around you?

Light kisses on the top of your head

Her voice goes like x1000 times softer with you

she’s always pulling you in for a kiss

omg guys I think i might have a crush on soft gf reyna help

The greatest girlfriend you could’ve asked for

So that’s it for today guys! I hope you like it :) remember to leave a comment or a tiny heart <3 <3 

-Danny

[ohimaginethat]

When I Met You - E.N.

You’re in for a long ride with this one, ladies and gentlemen, so I’m gonna keep this short. I put my entire being into this and I’m incredibly of it. Thanks so much for requesting this, @addictwithaheavydirtycheetah! Happy reading, everyone! (Warning: You may want to have a box of tissues on deck.) 

When I Met You (playlist)

When you met him, your life was in shambles. It was spiraling out of control and you thought there was no way of escaping it. You saw everything in shades of black and white. No matter where you looked, you couldn’t see the colors that once brought you so much joy. You tried everything---therapists, meditation, medication, but, to no avail, you were stuck in what seemed to be an endless circle of bland, lifeless days with no way out.

And then, one day, as if it were magic, your grey world sprang to life as your eyes met his. They were beautiful. A swirling mixture of blues, greens, and hazels that you’d never be able to erase from your memory. When he approached you from across the room, you were at a loss for words. Had he noticed your staring? What were you going to say? How should you act? The air was knocked out of your lungs as he finally stood before you. The way he looked at you... It was as if you were the only person in the world. Like you were all he could focus on; all he wanted to focus on. 

You would give anything to relive that moment. When you first saw him. So you could cherish it; remember every detail. The lighting. His smile. How each hair on his head sprang every which way. His eyes. The freckle on the left side of his chin. Every painting that stood still around you as your head spun. You didn’t know how selfish you were. All because you never thought that it could end.

Two months… How has it already been two months? How has it only been two months? He was always there. Since the moment you met him, he was there to comfort you. To hold you. To love you. And then he was just gone. Torn away suddenly and there was nothing you could do about it. Your Ethan... He deserved so much more than this cruel world gave him. It was unfair. Everything about it. He should be here instead of you; that’s all you’re ever able to think. Who wouldn’t?

You absorbed every word he said that night. Something about him was so… Magnetic. You couldn’t help it. Your head was in the clouds on your way home. Was this love at first sight? Things like that didn’t happen, but for the first time in your life you were beginning to wonder if they did. You shook the thought out of your head. Surely he had someone. How could he not? He was the closest thing to perfection you’d ever come across. 

You exchanged numbers and parted ways when the hosts were shooing everyone out of their event. You couldn’t decide if texting him would be a good idea or not---you didn’t want to annoy him. The last thing you needed was to scare him off before you really got to know him. The drive home was spent fighting an internal debate. Then, it happened. As you turned the key to your apartment, your phone lit up. 

Even though he could never answer, you still sent messages to his phone sometimes. Called him just to hear him speak when it went to voicemail. It was therapeutic in some ways. In others, it was unhealthy to be so dependent on a disconnected phone number and you knew that. At least you weren’t off making stupid decisions. 

Falling into the comfort of drugs, alcohol, and terrible coping habits that so many develop in this situation. It hurt, but if you were numb to that, you’d be numb to those warm feelings you got any time you would think of your happiest times together. How could you betray him like that? By destroying yourself, you knew it could tear up everything else you have left in your life. That was the last thing he would ever have wanted for you.

It wasn’t anything profound---just a simple “Hey, did you give me the right number?” kind of message. Of course you did. Why would you not? And that’s what you sent him back. He seemed surprised, which surprised you. You couldn’t wrap your head around how anyone could do that, especially to him. The number you were staring at as you stood in your hallway was marked as unknown. So, you change it. Ethan. What a nice name. 

When you finally come to your senses, you realize just how terribly deep you are. Mere hours ago, you were standing exactly where you are now, absolutely dreading the art gallery your sister was dragging you to. So many unknown people you knew you’d never be able to talk to, pretending to enjoy each other’s company. Who wants that? And now, here you are. Falling in love with a near stranger. 

Your door lock clicks as you close it behind you and there stood your sister before you, just as she did three years ago, ready to force you out of your funk. She knew it would take more to help you with this one for more reasons than one. She was sure to check in on you every day at least once a day and took you out twice a week. It was like you were some kind of pet she had an obligation to care for. You knew she was just trying to help and you didn’t have the heart to tell her that a video call and going out to lunch a couple times a week wouldn’t bring you out of whatever this was.

So, you stuck with it. Put on a smile for her sake and humored her. You knew it affected her, too. Losing him. That’s why you did it. This was her way of coping and trying to help you cope. They were partners in crime; allies from the very start. Allies with you as their enemy, of course, but you loved how close they were. It made you feel safe. Protected. Like when you were with them both, nothing could ever happen to you and you could take on the world in an instant.

Long texts turned into long phone calls as the two of you would talk through the night with no regard for the sun creeping up over the horizon. It made making it through the day without sleep difficult, but you always felt energized after you spoke. No matter what it was about. Your heart would skip a beat when your phone vibrated. Your eyes would light up as your screen did. Disappointment would seep into your mind anytime it wasn’t him. It was nonsense. You were good friends. That’s all. That’s all he thought of it as, you were sure. You were scared to push it any further. What if it ruined everything you’d worked so hard as a pair to build up? A platonic friendship. That’s all it could be and you needed to come to terms with that.

Sometimes you would talk about your favorite characters from The Office, some nights you would have in-depth discussions about music or your terrible love lives. Every now and again you would question the universe and have existential crises together. Those conversations were your favorite part of every day, no matter how much sleep it cost you. It was almost as if those words gave you what you needed to get through them.  It was in those moments that you realized that with every word, you were falling in, deeper and deeper. There was nothing you could do to stop it. He held your heart in his hands and he had absolute no idea. It was terrifying, exciting, and absolutely invigorating.

The street flies by as you stare from the window of your sister’s car. You didn’t know where she was taking you this time. You didn’t really care. Spending time with someone you loved was enough to get you through. You count every sign as they pass, every curb you turn. A path you’d memorized long ago was painful to travel. Too many memories. Both good and bad. After he was gone, it felt like you would never be able to see it again. It was a heartbreak that could never be fixed, no matter how much time passed.

Your relationship progressed quickly. One moment, you were the best of friends and the next? The best of friends who just so happened to be moving in together. Into a small apartment on Cherry Street. On the last day of hauling boxes, Ethan pulled you away from all of the packing tape and bubble wrap. Took you to a little rocky beach nearby with a small blanket, bottle of wine, and his camera. He told you he wanted to celebrate such a huge moment in your relationship. Little did you know, it would be even bigger than you thought it could be. 

Bright lights from the city and passing cars shone brightly on the water. As the sun set, it illuminated his face slightly and you could see your breath as it danced in front of you. Just enough so you could see the eyes that mesmerized you what felt like so long ago. The crooked smile that stole your heart the moment you laid eyes on him. Everything about him was anything you could ever want. Forever with him would be heaven to you.

You couldn’t quite say that you were expecting it. When he pulled the small, velvet box from his pocket, you were in absolute awe. It was the first time you found yourself believing that forever could be real. That, maybe just this once, everything would be okay. Perfection could only last so long. You knew that. Didn’t stop you from embracing it, though. From embracing him. There were no words to describe how much you loved him. Your heart was so full. So happy.

There have only been two times in your life where time stood still. That was one. The excitement in the air was palpable and it stayed like that for the whole month of September. Sharing the news with friends and family, preparing for the wedding, all of it. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. You never were one for planning, but he’d always been an exception to all that you previously believed about the world and yourself.

You look over at your sister as the car halts outside of a wrought iron gate. She reaches out and squeezes your hand with a tight smile. She knew just how much you needed this. Every single day you told her how much you wished he would just show up. Knock on your door and see his face one last time. That’s it. It was impossible. You were well aware, but it cut like a knife to think about. He always said that he wanted you to be his last first kiss, but you never imagined it would end the way it did.

All you wanted was to climb in and curl up next to him. Tell him everything would be alright—that you could make it better like he always did for you. But you couldn’t. You were stuck in the prison that was your mind as every piece of your shattered heart lowered into the ground with him. Nothing could ease the numbness settled in your chest. It was the perfect day outside. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. It taunted you. It was all wrong. It was three on a Monday. You should have been at home cuddling with Spencer. He should be holed up in his office doing what he loved for thousands of people who loved him. Just like always. 

You looked over to see Amy holding Mark tightly as he fell apart. Tyler stood rigid next to the pair. Around you so many people were hurting just as much as you and, yet, you’d never felt more alone. As if the universe cheated only you just because it could.  Ethan was a light, in the darkest of places to every single person he’d ever touched the hearts of, be it through his words or the internet. Especially you. And, suddenly that light was ripped away. Torn from your grasp and held just from your reach.

Everything you loved seemed to have no meaning anymore. The stars you once believed to be so beautiful were now dull because he would never see them again. You found yourself speaking to the moon at night, though. It seemed like a connection you could share with him. As if it were a long distance phone call he would never answer. There was too much left to be said. Too many ‘I love you’s to share. You still had the forever he promised you left, but forever was gone in an instant.

As you approached the yellowing patch of grass you knew so well, the ring that sat on your left hand weighed heavily. Today would have been the day. A day filled with secret smiles and pure happiness. The flowers at your feet would have been in your hand as you walked down the aisle dressed in white, ready to say ‘I do’ to the only man you’d ever truly loved. Instead, you would be drowning in your own tears and not because of sweet words from your would-have-been husband, as so many brides do. It may have been too soon, but you knew if you didn’t do it now, you never would. It was finally time to bid him farewell, no matter how much it hurt you. Nothing it felt right. As though you deserved more time to grieve and wallow in your own despair.

You spent the previous night with him, though. In a dream. The first you’d had since his passing. The two of you talked, just like you always would. Like nothing ever changed. As the sun rose in the real world, a beautiful dusty sunset illuminated his eyes. It was time to say goodbye to him and you weren’t ready, but you did it. You woke up crying and you knew. Saying goodbye didn’t mean letting go of him for forever. There was a part of your soul that would always belong to him and that was okay. You just couldn’t relive life through pictures anymore, no matter how much you wanted to. The thought of moving on terrified you. You’d never be able to find another love like you shared with Ethan. If your soulmate is gone, what does one do for the rest of their life? You didn’t want to be alone and you would be if you didn’t set him free.

He was so good to you. Made you laugh when you felt like crying Saw you through your hardest times. Supported you unconditionally. In every single thing that he did, he made your life better. You hoped he was somewhere beautiful. The kind of place that had perfect weather with just a sprinkling of snow every now and then to remind him of home. That he would save a place next to you for when the time comes. Until then it was best to just remember him as he was and hope he does the same for you.

There are so many things you can plan. A birth. A date. A wedding. A funeral. But never in a million years could you have prepared yourself for the life-long journey you were taken on when you met him...

[itsclydebitches]

Here's another problem, Oscar. We know so little about him and it's frustrating. I WANT to care about him, but I can't. Ozpin could take over Oscar in the next volume and I wouldn't care and probably forget about him all together. (That is, if he doesn't get any development again.) RT is really making it hard to actually care about him and it's frustrating because I want to.

I do really care about Oscar, but I recognize that a lot of it comes from projection---making assumptions about who Oscar is/was/could be. Headcanons and hopes basically. Plus a hefty dose of “You’re an adorable child and you must be protected at all costs.” 

Oscar’s primary conflict is his fear that he’ll be erased by Ozpin, but it’s hard to fear that erasure when you don’t have a good grasp of who would be lost. Who is Oscar exactly? We never knew him prior to Ozpin slamming into his head and since then we’ve rarely seen him interact with anyone in any way that doesn’t have something to do with Ozpin. For me, the two strongest moments with Oscar as an individual person are when he confronts Hazel and when he’s sitting with Blake at the farm. The first establishes him as a passionate but impulsive boy, someone who can’t yet distinguish between fighting the war and avoiding specific battles he has no hope of winning (something that is then never followed up on...Well, maybe when Oscar impulsively takes control of Ozpin, but that’s re-framed as the right decision. Not a flaw for him to work on) and the second gives us a tiny glimpse into who he normally is, a guy who definitely wants breakfast but lol I’m not gonna cook it. Given that so many of the characters can be one-note archetypes, the teeny tiny details become sooooo important for telling us more about them. Ruby’s anger that her comics reading time was interrupted. Jaune’s Pumpkin Pete sweatshirt. Weiss’ love of singing. Ren making pancakes. Nora’s anxiety attacks. Blake’s smutty books, etc. So far we haven’t been given many (if any?) of these little things that help flesh out Oscar as an individual. 

We don’t see him talking to his aunt (except yelling that he’ll be down soon). He doesn’t express any opinions about traveling for the first time. He hasn’t tried to hold onto any hobbies he originally had. His farming experience hasn’t been used in any way, etc. If anything, Oscar’s fear of losing himself should be pushing him to immerse himself in all the things that make him feel normal, allowing us to learn about him along the way. Instead he’s either bonding with the others almost solely through his conflict with Ozpin, or he’s removed from the main group entirely---like when he wasn’t eating with them in Haven. That would have been the perfect chance to have everyone else ask him some questions and get to know him a bit, find out what sort of nicknames he’s got, who his friends are, whether he went to school, what embarrassing stories will you share? Worst of all, RT entirely skipped his growth in Volume 6. I still stand amazed that Jaune attacked Oscar, he disappears, we’re left with this major cliffhanger, and he shows up with a new outfit + a scarily resigned attitude and we didn’t get to see ANY of it. So yeah, I’m not at all surprised that people are struggling to care about a character when all their opinions, decisions, and growth happens off screen. 

I really love Oscar, but he’s the sort of character where I’m filling in a lot of blanks. 

[jessahmewren]

Dear smut wife! Here we go again! I'd love some poly!Queen smut with some somnophilia and laundry! You know what to do! Please and thank you

Hello love!  It would be my honor to fulfill your request!  The title of this one is “I’m Only Sleeping.” and it’s also on Ao3!  I hope you enjoy!

With love, wifey 

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“How does this work again, darling?” 

Freddie had a basket of laundry under his arm, one hip popped out to balance it.

“I think you twist this knob…like this,” John interjected, thrusting an arm forward to fiddle with the machine. 

Roger hefted his own basket onto the work table, cigarette dangling precariously from his lips, where Brian sat swinging his legs off the edge.  “You put the powder in first,” Roger spoke around it.  He grabbed the cigarette just before it slipped from his mouth, taking a long drag from it. 

Hazel eyes caught his.  “I don’t think you’re supposed to smoke in here,” Brian said softly. 

Roger just smiled and stepped between those long legs, holding his breath until he pressed his lips to Brian’s, shotgunning the smoke.  Brian coughed, his eyes watering.  “Fuck it, Bri,” Roger said lazily.  “It’s Saturday night and there’s not a soul in this place.”  He offered the cigarette to Brian, but he waved it off.

“Is someone going to help me with this bloody machine?” Freddie whined. 

John slipped an arm around his waist.  “We need quarters, babe.  Who’s got the change?”

Roger withdrew a soup can from his basket, giving it a dramatic little shake.  “John, you do the honors.” 

John fed the machine the right amount of money, and pushed in the lever.  Magically, the water started flowing.  “It’s about bloody time,” Brian groused. 

John whipped his head around as Freddie fed clothes into the washer. “I don’t see you doing anything.” 

Brian’s mouth fell open, and he clutched the stack of books he had brought with him protectively.  “I can’t.  You know I’ve got an exam tomorrow.  I’ve got to bone up.” 

 John took in the bags under his eyes and his bedraggled appearance.  “Take a break love.  At least help me sort the clothes.” 

Brian stuttered, looking torn.  “I really need to study,” he said.

John threw a dirty shirt at him, smacking him upside the head.  “Suit yourself.” 

Roger giggled, grabbing the shirt where it fell on the table and crossing to the washer.  He handed John the washing powders from the basket he had brought, and the three boys closed the lid on their first successful load. 

–

The dryer hadn’t been any easier to figure out, but once they had, piles of warm, soft, freshly laundered clothes were landing all around Brian on the work table.  The smell and the heat wafting up from them was almost intoxicating, not to mention the steady whir of the machines filling the air…it was enough to lull him into a sort of peaceful relaxation, an almost dreamlike state. 

The boys had been so wrapped up in their laundry duties, they hadn’t noticed how quiet Brian had become.  Then, one of his heavy books slid off his lap, hitting the floor with a loud crash. 

They simultaneously turned around to find the curly-haired brunet fast asleep in the piles of warm, fresh laundry. 

“Would you look at that,” Freddie said, a tinge of awe painting his voice. 

They approached the table to look down on him.  John smiled.  “Told him he was working too hard.” 

Roger smirked, light fingers tracing Brian’s partial erection.  “Those warm clothes must feel good,” he said, fingers stopping at the button on Brian’s trousers.  A flick of the wrist and it was popped.  Brian didn’t even stir. 

Roger looked up at Freddie and John, his tan face carrying a high flush.  “What if I have a little fun with Bri?  Looks like he’s a step or two ahead of me.” 

John linked hands with Freddie.  “We’ll play, too.  I’ve been dying to try that spin cycle.” 

Freddie groaned, his cock immediately showing interest.  “That’s gonna cost extra quarters,” he said, squeezing John’s hand.

John smiled. “You’re worth it, you tart.” 

Roger had Brian’s trousers worked off by now, and he was starting on his pants when Brian stirred a little in his sleep…just a little…head pressed into his arm, nuzzling softly.  Roger wanted him so badly he was bursting with it, but he had to be careful not to wake him.  He slid his pants down, Brian’s half-hard cock springing free.  Roger’s mouth began to water just looking at him, spread out and vulnerable, so beautiful for him.  He licked his lips before sinking down on his length, feeling Brian squirm and twitch in his sleep. 

Brian’s cock began to fill out and harden for him, and Roger preened at the answering moan he got when he licked the sensitive head.  That’s right, thought Roger, you’re having the best wet dream of your life, Bri.  Just don’t wake up. 

John pressed Freddie up against the smooth surface of the washer, the gentle undulations of the machine gyrating against his body, rocking his hips back against John’s cock.  They were both still fully clothed, but he could feel the urgent press of the other man against him. 

“You make me so crazy,” John uttered against Freddie’s neck.  “Gonna fill you up nice and tight like you deserve.” 

“Yesss,” Freddie hissed as he bared his throat to John, letting his whole body go over the washer and just riding its natural movements. 

Roger called to John.  “Will you pass me the lube?”

John blinked.  “Wait, we have lube?” 

“Yeah,” Roger replied.  “I always have lube.  Lube and cigarettes.  It’s in the basket.” 

John looked and sure enough, there it was next to Roger’s Marlboros.  Bless.  He passed it to him, then kept it for himself, but not before giving Roger a long, lingering kiss.  “I have no doubt I’m with the right men.” 

Roger smiled. “I love you to John.”

Roger lubed his fingers, warming them carefully so as to not startle Brian awake.  Brian’s hips just happened to be canted on a warm pile of clothes, giving Roger excellent access to his bum.  He spread his cheeks experimentally, keeping his eyes on the sleeping beauty. 

John was two fingers deep in Freddie, the rhythm of the washing machine keeping time with movement of his wrists.  Freddie was gasping, clinging to the sides of the washer for dear life and thrusting back onto John’s fingers, already wanting more.  But John was distracted.  He kept stealing little glances over his shoulder at Roger and Brian, at the sleeping man and Roger’s steady fingers.  He was entranced. 

“Please,” Freddie whined, and it snapped him back to the present.  John was red-faced, but not from his own desire.  He watched Roger slip a finger into Brian…watched the curls around his face stir a little in his sleep as he moaned softly, and he gave Freddie that third finger he’d been gagging for…gave it to him roughly, right over his prostate.

Freddie keened, his cries echoing loudly in the open space, and John clamped a hand over his mouth.  “Shhh, you’re going to wake Brian,” he said as he opened him up.  Three fingers and he was clamping around him, rutting into the front of the machine.  “You like that huh? Like me stretching you out?”  He was draped roughly over Freddie, one hand steadying himself on the machine.  “You want a little more?   Can you take a little more baby, or you do you want my cock?” 

Freddie was breathless, letting the vibrations rumble though him.  “Give me more,” he stammered out.  “Wanna come like this.  Just like this.”

John smiled as he poured more lube onto his hand and let his pinky finger slip inside. 

Behind them, Roger was teasing Brian’s rim with delicate, quiet motions, watching the man with a soft expression of wonder.  He let his middle finger slip inside, then he quickly withdrew it, afraid he would wake him.  He repeated this action many times until he felt Brian was open and ready enough for a second finger.  When he slipped it in, Brian’s legs twitched a little, cock still hard from Roger’s ministrations.  Roger bent and gave it a little kiss. 

Brian moaned, moving his head from side to side.  The rush Roger felt was unlike any he had ever experienced…not in sex or fast cars or performing…this slow edging of Brian while he was just on the verge of wakefulness was like nothing he had ever done before, and he was slowly becoming addicted to it.  The next thing he did could wake him up or bring him more sleepy pleasure.  The risk was the reward. 

Roger took the risk, slowly moving the fingers inside of him, carefully opening him up.  Brian didn’t stir at first, simply moved his mouth a little.  He was so beautiful when he was sleeping…those graceful fingers curled near his face, that kissable mouth slightly agape.  Roger wanted to suck marks up and down that long neck and thoroughly wreck him, but that would have to wait.  Right now Brian was a sleeping angel, and he was just a devil stealing feathers from his wings. 

“You want the rest baby?” 

Freddie had a white-knuckle grip on the side of the machine as it spun out, his whole body shaking under John’s hand.  “Push it in,” he whispered.  Tears were streaming down his face, and he felt blissfully out of control. 

Freddie had taken his fist before, but he still eased his hand inside of him before thrusting gently.  Freddie felt so good around him…so hot and incredibly tight, that he almost wished it was his cock Freddie was locked around instead of half of his arm, but the way Freddie was wrecked beneath him, tears and sweat mixing on his pretty face, made it all worth it. 

John looked back at Roger and Brian.  Roger was cleaning him up with a freshly laundered towel and replacing his pants.  Brian was still fast asleep, curled on his side now in the laundry pile, a sweet blush to his cheeks.  John’s eyes watered, something hollow aching in his chest. 

–

They made it back from the Fluff ‘n Fold around 11pm, baskets of freshly laundered clothes just needing to be put away.  They each set a basket down on the couch and vowed they would do it in the morning. 

They got cleaned up for bed, finally having fresh pajamas to wear now that the wash was done, and climbed into bed. 

John lay awake for a long time before finally rolling over to nudge Rodger. 

“Rog.” 

Roger rolled over to stroke the hair away from his face.  “What is it babe?” 

“I can’t sleep.  I keep thinking about you and Brian tonight.” 

Roger smiled.  “Oh. That.” 

John nodded, his face growing hot.  “Yeah.”  He swallowed.  “Do you think you could do something like that to me?” 

Roger sat up a little in bed.  “Why yeah Deaky.  If that’s what you want.  “I’ll talk to the boys, see if they’re up for it.” 

“What are you two whispering about,” Freddie grumbled.  “It’s awfully late.” 

“It’s not that late, you old fart,” Roger teased.  “Plus, it’s Saturday night.  We should be out clubbing.”

“Too tired,” Freddie said, yawning. 

“Mmm, wonder why?” John said wryly.

He got hit with a pillow, finally waking Brian up. 

“What’s this?” 

“John wants to get fucked in his sleep,” Roger announced.

John buried his face in his hands. 

Freddie soothed a hand down his back.  “Darling, I think it’s lovely.  Like Sleeping Beauty.”

“She was never fucked though, just kissed,” Brian interjected. 

“Same difference,” Roger said. 

“Anyway, we’re gonna help our boy out as soon as he goes to sleep, so let’s get him nice and comfortable, yeah?”

“I’ll get you some warm milk!” Freddie said excitedly. 

“Do you need some extra blankets?” Brian inquired.

John frowned.  “No, I don’t need all of this fuss.  Just come here.” 

The boys crowded around him, lying down in their usual positions.  They lay next to him and turned out the light.  “Just be with me,” John said. 

Roger smiled.  “We can do that.” 

John drifted off around midnight.  Roger lightly stroked his hair while Freddie placed little kisses along his brow, making sure he was in a deep sleep.  The boys smiled down at him. 

He looked so relaxed, lying there against the pillow.  His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted, making him look even younger.  Roger thumbed over his cheek, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath his fingers. 

“He’s beautiful,” Brian whispered, something thick in the words. 

Roger nodded, smiling.  “Let’s get started, shall we?  Let’s make our boy happy.” 

Freddie slowly unbuttoned his pajama top, opening the fabric to either side.  He lay his cheek next to the soft downy hair he found there, and the young man’s eyelids fluttered, but didn’t open.  Roger took in a breath.  “God, he’s really something like this, isn’t he?” 

Freddie placed a kiss over his heart.  “I can barely stand it,” he whispered.  “Slip his bottoms off.” 

Brian and Roger made quick work of the bottoms, easing them down his legs without so much of a stir from John.  They slipped a pillow under his hips, elevating his bum. 

Brian eyed John’s cock, already filling out as Freddie placed little kisses down his abdomen.  He exhaled a breath.  “May I?”

Roger nodded. “Of course.  He does look delicious, doesn’t he?” 

Brian was so hesitant to touch him, he even held his breath as he placed a small kiss to the head of his cock.  John didn’t move.  Emboldened, Brian licked the underside, right along a vein, and the young man stretched and moaned in his sleep, his head going back into the pillow.  The sound he made, so pure and unabashed, went straight to Brian’s cock. 

He swallowed him down then, softly sucking on John’s cock, pulling off when John tensed or fussed too much, until Roger moved him away.  “You’re going to wake him up, tiger,” Roger said, chuckling.  “Let’s open him up now.  Freddie, stroke his hair, keep him relaxed.” 

Freddie settled near the pillow and gently stroked John’s hair, the young man easing into the sensation of Freddie’s hands on him.  Roger warmed the lube in his fingers and circled John’s rim.  John whimpered a little, the sweetest little sound, before being calmed and shushed quiet by Freddie’s soothing hands.  When he felt he was ready, Roger slipped in a finger into John’s lush warmth.  His walls contracted immediately, fighting the intrusion, and Roger eased it back out and tried again, this time with much more success. 

Brian hovered over him, his eyes large and full of wonder.  He was breathing heavily and aching to touch, to feel, to do.  He leaned over Roger, his fingers flexing.  “May I try?”

Roger’s mouth quirked.  “Sure baby.  Just go easy.”

Brian lubed his fingers, warming them before easing one in.  The slender digit went in smoothly, settling itself against John’s walls. He looked up to see a half smile on John’s face, a look of utter contentment. 

He worked the finger inside of John for a while, slipping against his tight heat and along the edge of his rim before sliding in another.  The young man moaned, tensing against his hands, but Freddie was there to soothe him so he didn’t wake up. 

Sliding those two fingers into John while he was so limp and pliant was like dipping into pure heaven.  Brian had never felt anything so satisfying.  John didn’t rut against him or thrash around, he just took it, and there was something about it that just set fire to Brian’s blood. 

Brian looked up shyly at Roger.  “Can we fuck him like this?”

Roger laughed.  “Maybe.  He’ll wake up though.  But what a way to wake up.”  Roger lit a cigarette and took a long drag off of it.  “Give him another finger and we’ll fuck him awake.” 

Freddie smiled, reaching down to kiss the half open lips.  John never stirred.  Brian slipped another finger in, and John grunted, hands going up to his face. 

“Oh, you’ve gone and done it now, Mr. May.  You’ve gotten too ambitious,” Roger said, a half smile on his face as he smoked his cigarette on the edge of the bed.

Freddie tried to ease John back to sleep, but he was well on his way to wakefulness now…not fully aware but getting there by the second. 

“If you’re going to fuck him, you better do it now,” Roger said over his shoulder.

Brian had his pants off in seconds.  He lubed himself and pressed home, hoping John was stretched enough.  It was worth it all, though, when John’s lovely eyes flew open and he realized where he was…at home in bed suddenly stuffed full of cock. 

“Hi darling,” Freddie cooed as he looked down on John.  “Good morning.  I mean, it’s morning by now.”

Freddie’s charming smile only grew as he ran a hand over John’s chest, teasing his nipples. “You look so pretty like this.  Are you having a good time?” 

John moaned, his legs hitching up against Brian’s waist.  “Yes, very much,” he managed to get out as Brian pounded into him.

Roger had finished his cigarette by now, and he crawled over the bed to wrap a hand around John’s cock.  “Need a hand with that sweetheart?” 

John whined loudly as Roger’s calloused hands worked his cock in time with Brian’s thrusts.  “How—how long was I asleep?” 

Roger laughed.  “Long enough for us to get this far, love.”

Brian grunted as he thrust into him, hips slapping against the back of his thighs.  “I’m not going to last,” he ground out.  “You close baby?” 

“Yeah,” John breathed as Roger sped up his hand on his cock.  John could feel the charged heat low in his belly, the electricity sizzling just beneath his skin threatening to escape at any moment. 

Brian tensed, screaming out his release as he collapsed over him.  Moments later John was coming, sending hot ropes of spend over his belly and Roger’s hand.  Roger smiled, licking his fingers as Brian cuddled up beside John.  Freddie pulled Roger into a deep kiss, tasting John on his lips. 

“What are we going to do with these boys,” Freddie purred into Roger’s mouth, a hand going down to wrap around his cock.    

Roger kissed him back, humming contentedly. 

“That was bloody terrific,” John said, a stupid grin on his face.  “Thank you boys.” 

Roger grinned.  “Don’t thank us love.  You were wonderful.” 

Brian caressed John’s face.  “It was so amazing.  You know, I might like to try that sleeping thing myself.  I’m rather fascinated by it.” 

Roger just looked at John and smiled.

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Writer’s Month Day 22: Summer

Fandom: percy jackson and the olympians.

Cont of day 20 prompt.

Connor climbs onto the ship not so gracefully and rolls over the rail onto the deck. He surveys his surroundings. Percy and a blonde are standing over an unconscious body. Hazel, Frank, and Jason are nowhere to be seen. Nobody knows he is here yet despite the loud thumps he made when landing. Maybe if he hurries, he won’t have to hurt —

“Go! Get us out of here!” Percy yells and the blonde nods, standing and turning around.

Their eyes meet.

The girl’s eyes widen.

Connor took this opportunity to throw a smoke bomb.

“Wait, Connor!”

The helm is 15 feet northwest and most navigating gears are at the helm. He hopes whoever created this boat kept to the tradition. He runs towards it, groaning when he hears footsteps running in the same direction. He hates hand to hand combat. It sucks. Everybody is bigger than he is. If it’s Percy, he can’t win. If it’s the girl, he definitely can’t win. He got a glimpse of those biceps. She got to have trained as much as Jason does.

(You can still back out)

There’s no backing out.

He reaches the helm the same time — aw fuck — the girl did. The girl isn’t doing anything yet and he takes this time to look over the navigation. The controls are… unorthodox. No traditional steering wheel, but there’s a variety of game controllers are linked to several big screens. His guts are telling him to get the Wii remote.

“Hey.”

His fingers twitches.

“Are you—”

“Sorry! No time to talk.”

He dives for the remote and just like he suspected, the girl is fast and tackles him to the ground just as his fingers grazes the remote. The ship lurches a bit. The Wii remote is the wheel. Unfortunately, he hits the back of his head on the floor from the tackle and oh boy. That didn’t help the pounding headache from his passing out event earlier.

Those few seconds cost him. The girl has the wii remote in her hands and the ship is tilting upwards.

Connor kicks the girl’s feet out under her, wincing as her head hit the dashboard.

He stands the same time the girl is reaching for the controls again and he grabs her from behind in a chokehold. But the girl seems experienced in these types of situations, because she ducks down, step back from the side and out of his hold, and locks his arm behind his back. A kick to the back of his knees and he’s down. She rests her knees over his throat and presses in, the threat clear. Move and I’ll crush your windpipe. In three seconds she turn this whole situation around. Oh boy. His gut was right. There’s no way he can win against her.

“Annabeth! We need to go!” Percy yells, running into view. “Terminus is firing up an attack and I don’t think this ship can withstand it.”

Sure enough when he glances over, Terminus is gathering up magic. If he can keep the ship still, they can take it down.

“Kinda busy, Percy,” the girl — Annabeth — hisses, unrelenting her hold. “You go move the ship. The Wii Remote is the control. Shake it up and down to go up.”

Percy runs towards the control and all Connor can do is watch him.

Come on.

He’s almost there.

Move.

They’re going to escape.

Move!

Nobody is ever going to trust him again.

Move! (Please don’t.)

“Move!” and the knee retracts following his command. He rolls out from under Annabeth and shoves Percy aside. Standing back up to be between them and the controls.

Come on, come on, Terminus. How long does it take to charge up a beam?

Annabeth stares at him with her shrewd eyes, eyes roving over him up and down. “Are you a son of Aphrodite? You can charmspeak.” Her brows creases. “No, that wasn’t charmspeak.”

“I’m a son of H— Mercury.”

He didn’t like the way Annabeth is frowning, like she doesn’t believe him.

“Hey, can we save this for after we get the hell out of here?” Percy says, “I know he looks remarkable like Tra—”

Again. A punch to the gut. A stab to the head. Except it’s so, so, so much worse then the second time and he thinks he’s actually screaming. He could feel it at the edge of his consciousness, the promise of no pain, beckoning him, tugging him insistently to paradise.

No.

He can’t.

He’s going to prove himself. He’s going to show them. Forget it. Forget the someone. There’s no one. No one at all.

The pain dulls only for a moment, but enough for him to open his eyes — when did they close? — and pick up his head — when did it fall? — and pull out his dagger.

“I—” Oh god. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Gods, it hurts. “I can’t let you leave. I’m sorry.”

His whole body burns. His knees feel like jelly. Everything is twirling. And he can barely feel the dagger in his hand. Is his hand even there?

“Connor.”

He blinks. Jason is standing beside Percy and Annabeth. He blinks again and Jason is right in front of him. Jason’s wearing an orange shirt. He’s not friend. But Connor can’t make himself raise his dagger.

“You’re hurt,” he mutters, watching blood trickle down Jason’s temple.

“Yeah, a brick got me just like it did two years ago. Funny, I know. Connor, I need you to listen to me.”

He bites his cheek. “I can’t let you leave.”

“I know you’re angry. I know a lot of people down there is angry. I know you think if you stop us from leaving, they’ll accept you. But, the truth is—”

“Shut up.” (Say it)

“Octavian and his lackeys were never going to accept you. You fought in the titan war. You defended it the same as any of us. That should have been enough. Doing this won’t change their opinion.”

His vision swarms and he closes his eyes for a bit, willing it to stop spinning. A hand grasps his shoulder and he knocks it aside. He forces his eyes back open and hates the concern he sees on Jason’s face. He hates the concern on all of their faces.

“I don’t care about being accepted. You attacked us. You need to face justice.” His voice breaks towards the end. Thankfully, Jason didn’t acknowledge it.

“It’s too save the world.”

(Leave)

“The… world? Come on. You’re exaggerating.”

Jason shakes his head. “No, I’m not. This is to save the world.”

(Go East)

The pounding in his head isn’t making understanding any of this easier. He blinks hard again, rubbing a heel over his eyes.

(Listen to him.)

“The titans are rising.” (Leave)

Ah.

“Me and Piper and Leo, all of us, are going to stop it.” (Go east)

It’s happening again.

“So please move aside.” (Someone is waiting for you)

The dream.

A woman with her two kids. He can’t see their faces. He could never see their faces. But they’re important. He needs to see them again. He needs to find them. East.

“Connor? Hey? Are you okay?”

When Jason places a hand on his shoulder again, he didn’t bother knocking it aside. He looks away and down, not believing what he’s going to say next.

“It’s… really to save the world?” (Someone is in this world.)

Jason nods and Connor’s chest tightens like a hand is squeezing over it.

The three fates appear behind Jason.

He didn’t flinch when he step aside and run full speed towards the rail. He sees Frank as a dragon distracting Terminus. He sees Hazel putting out the fires on the sails. He sees the ship is rising. He sees he’s 1000 feet above the ground. Everybody is just a dot. The giant eagles are finally here and racing towards the ship, but they’re not gonna make it.

“Connor, what are you doing?!”

He steps atop the rail.

“Connor!?”

He can’t believe he did this.

“Connor, get dow—”

And he spins around on one foot, falling backwards down to the ground. He sees Annabeth shaking the remote vigorously. He sees Percy shouting for Frank. He sees Jason’s horrified face.

And oh man.

Octavian and co are going to kill him for this.

Connor really loves summer. It’s warm. It’s bright. It’s full of life. Even if his friends are busy, he can hang with the birds and deer. He’s never alone.

(And summer feels like someone. He likes summer too.)

As he free falls head first, he catches the Redwood trees outside of San Francisco. Man, what he would do to climb a tree and sleep his pain away.

Someone catches him, cheering loudly when they did so. Connor opens his eyes just a tad before closing them and letting his head rests on uncomfy armor.

“Thanks, Gwen,” he mumbles.

“You’re welcome, you idiot.”

He listens to the eagles flap their wings, but they’re not going to reach the ship. Gwen cussing confirms Jason and the others are gone.

“Gwen,” he starts, “I’m sorry. I let them go. He said it was to save the world.”

But she justs laughs and says it's okay. “I kinda figured you will. Jason can make you do anything he wants. Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from Octavian.”

He nestles his head on the metal and finally succumbs to the voice begging him since waking up, falling asleep in milliseconds.

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The Umbrella Academy

Just finished the whole season, and Holly Shit I'm in love with every bit of it.

First of all Klaus my boi with his emotional support Ben these two needed to be protected at all costs, Diego too *cough cough* this sweet mama's boy with his golden heart taking care of his brother

Alison my gurl, she is the meaning of being a good person to the very end

Luther,my poor giant baby, he needs to have a break for real and a hug, tbh all of them need a hug except for that little shit Vanya

Unpopular Opinion, Vanya is the worst, I admit I felt sorry for her for a while but behold behold the little girl can't just get over herself

So what your daddy hid the truth from you, boo hoo my daddy doesn't give me attention, like that did any good for her siblings, she got to live normal life, well not that normal, but hey at least her daddy didn't lock her up with dead people, her daddy didn't make her a monster or sent her to live on the moon Alone, her daddy didn't make her train every day, her daddy didn't send her on a mission that got her killed.

No her daddy might be an asshole but he loved her, he knew she has this psychotic personality that comes with her powers -she nearly killed her nannies for not wanting to eat oatmeal ffs- so he locked her up for a while till he finds a cure and after that she lived normally, while her siblings were risking their lives she was playing violin

The violin she has guess what? Was tge one thing her daddy had from his dead lover whom he promised to give to the one person who will known its value, and he was happy when she decided to learn how to play it

Honestly, what more she could aske for, but no the attention hoe she is, she must be in the spot, so what did she do, she wrote a book about all of them, srsly who does that!

But no no she suffered yes of course, she was tortured nearly to death, no that was Klaus, oh yes she was the one sent back in time to the effing Vietnam War and lost the one she truly loved in front of her and cam back with PTSD , no that was also Klaus, oh right, so she must be the one whose whole life was based over lies and her daughter was taken from her, nope that was Alison, right so she was the one stuck in the apocalyptic world alone for many many years and had to be a killer in order to come back to her family, not even close, that was Five, umm so how did she suffer exactly! Oh her daddy didn't love her - as if he loved tge others but moving on- and her siblings used to tease her when they were kids, yes she Suffered indeed

And ffs who loves a guy they just met in that way, pretty sure she was just enjoying being in someone's spotlight, praising her all the time, ugh honestly she was so pathetic and annoying oh my god she drove me crazy every time she whines about something, like wake up hon the world doesn't revolve around you, shockingly there is another people too!

Another unpopular Opinion, Luther was right to lock her up, like what he is gonna do? Sit down and watch his crazy sister destroy the world because she can and she is so selfish that she only sees herself in the world - giving a whole effed up meaning to looking out for number one honestly - so yeah he did the right thing till they figure it out, like Five said she will always start the apocalypse one way or another

My god I'm so pissed at her, she killed Pogo and Grace, nearly killed Alison and she destroyed the academy knowing very well her siblings are still there, but somehow all of that wasn't her fault and she is just a victim not the psychotic idiot she is

And you know what the funny thing is that the people who are truly suffering doesn't complain half the way she does, I mean for god sake have you seen Klaus, the guy is a walking disaster, he can't just close his eyes without seeing dead people yelling at him ffs AND YOU DON'T SEE HIM COMPLAINING

Ben, died a horrible death and he is cool with it hanging out with his brother all the time

These two are my precious boys and by the look of the last scene Ben might be coming back to life, as they all children again and Ben was alive back then so fingers crossed!

Almost forgot, that one scene when Hazel and cha cha were torturing Klaus and he said that he was the one person no-one would notice is gone, this one broke my heart he has gone through a lot and still none of them take him seriously, they didn't care that much that he was missing, only Diego felt something was wrong with him and stayed with him, tbh only Ben and Diego are the ones that really care for him and that's not fair he deserves more, he just gives me all that Loki vibes and ugh... 💔

Can't wait for season two, it will be interesting to see Klaus learning more about his new ability and maybe discovers more, and Hazel where did he go - wherever he is he deserves everything good my sweet guy- and more of Five being done with everybody's bullshit and Diego teasing Luther the true siblings they are

Till then I honestly don't know what to do with myself I miss them already 💚

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My Promise (Jake x MC)

A/N: So this idea just popped into my head the other day, and I’m sorry in advance. This is an AU that takes place after the battle on the Celestial roof. Stay tuned for the sequel!

Warnings: Angsty af

Word Count: 2,896

Taylor stood on the rooftop of the Celestial, time frozen around her, all of her friends locked in place, completely unaware of what was happening. Taylor wasn’t even really sure what was happening until she saw Vaanu floating in front of her, the omnipresent transparent spirit sent a chill down her spine, she had the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. She could feel Vaanu staring at her, neither of them speaking, she wandered amongst her friends, making sure to memorize each and every one of them.

 Zahra’s dark red stripe of hair now grown out, the shaved side beginning to grow back into place creating a kind of fuzzy look, Craig keeping a close eye on her, his brown eyes revealing the teddy bear he was inside, the love he felt for her boiling over. 

Sean, the fierce protector of them all, his hazel eyes trying to hide the concern as he desperately searched for a way to stop Rourke from completing his plan. 

Quinn, the bubbly red-head who had come into her own on the trip, and who had saved them more than once, even if it could cost her, her life, the selfless queen. 

She even appreciated Aleister who was there, despite all the terrible things his father had done to him, and temporarily siding with him, back to protect his new family, the ones who truly appreciated him. 

Grace, sweet timid Grace with her bouncy girls and big brown eyes shielded from the world behind her glasses, the girl who finally stood up for what she wanted and found an unexpected love along the way. 

Raj, the secret stoner genius, the prodigy who had brought them all together when everyone else thought it was impossible, even Taylor, the one who made sure that she and Jake had the best wedding they possibly could. 

Diego, her best friend, the only reason she was even here was because of him because he had willed her into existence as if he knew somehow, they all needed Taylor for different reasons. Her best friend who had finally found love, the only thing he had ever really wanted for in this life. 

Estela, the girl who had come on a mission of vengeance, only to find that there was more to life than revenge and that she could be happy without it. 

Michelle, the beautiful pre-med who had been hardened by the experience with her so-called friends, who’d finally opened her heart to Taylor and become one of her best friends, they had all become her best friends, her family, especially Jake.

Oh, Jake. Taylor stopped in front of him, gently tracing her fingertips down his chiseled jaw, running them through his sandy blonde hair, down his misleadingly strong biceps to his rough, calloused hands that held her every night, kept her safe and warm, the only place she could forget about the rest of the world and be present in the moment. She intertwined her fingers with his, sighing when they didn’t entangle themselves with hers, letting go she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. It was a sound she had fallen asleep to so many times now, her own personal lullaby, and she knew her heartbeat matched his, perfectly timed. Cupping his face with hands, she looked into his cerulean blue eyes, the ones she had been avoiding, she could see the fear in them as he was reaching out for her, she never wanted to see that look in his eyes, and she most certainly never wanted to be the reason for it, he’d just lost the last person he had left beside her, his best friend.

“You know what you must do to end this.” Vannu’s voice rang in her mind, and it felt like a thousand tiny needles pressing against her head, it was agonizing, the visions of her home planet filling her mind.

“I can’t.” She pleaded, crying, staring at Jake. The last thing he’d said to her before time froze was, “that look in your eyes telling me that I’m gonna lose you, Princess.” He was right, Vannu wanted her to return with him, to make him whole again, just as she had done for her friends and Jake had done for her, Jake made her feel whole, not Vannu.

“It is your decision, but you know what you should choose.” She turned back to Vannu, an idea crossing her mind.

“I’m a part of you, surely you can sense how much Jake means to me. Please, I promised him a year and a day, at least let me fulfill that. I can’t just abandon him.” Taylor could sense Vannu thinking, could tell that he was torn up inside as well, sensing the pain radiating off of her.

“There would be no more time resets, no more loops, no more anomalies, if something happens to one of your friends or to Jake that is the end, there is no turning back.”

“Fine, just let me fulfill my promise.”

“Very well.” Taylor covered her eyes from the flash of blinding white light, time beginning to move around her again, Jake rushing forward and enveloping her in his arms.

“You can’t leave me, Princess.” Taylor could feel Jake’s heart practically beating out of his chest.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jake.” She couldn’t look him in the eyes, so she pulled him flush against her, feeling the tension leave his body. Rourke’s outburst broke them from the moment.

“No! I don’t understand!” His omega mech had shut down, allowing Estela to escape, the rest of the group subduing the crazed man as he looked pointedly at Taylor.

“What did you do!”

“I sent Vannu home, it’s over Rourke.”

“No! There will be consequences!” He snarled, lunging for Taylor but it was no use, the others hold on him was too strong and they dragged him down to the dungeon where he could be locked up until they figured out what to do with him. Time in the outside world wouldn’t be completely reset until Taylor left, and Vannu had returned, no one would come looking for them until then. The group celebrated their victory for days, no one seemed to notice that something was haunting Taylor, not even Jake who was just so relieved that his wife was still here with him. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth, that with each day that passed their time together got shorter and shorter. She knew Jake wanted to start a family with her, and she wanted nothing more than to have a family with him too, but deep down she knew that wasn’t possible, she knew that she would never be able to completely give him what he desired. Those first few months, they hardly left their room, Taylor wanting to enjoy every second she had with him, Jake lost in marital bliss, they had been so careful, until one day they weren’t. The day she found out she was terrified, the baby would only be a few weeks old when she left, assuming she did her math right. Jake would be left to raise the baby on his own but he had no idea that was going to happen, she hadn’t had the guts to tell him, to ruin his happiness.

Jake was overjoyed, scooping her up off the ground and spinning her, chanting over and over. “We’re having a baby. We’re going to be parents! I’m going to be a dad!” The look of pure unbridled joy on his face broke something in Taylor, she began crying and Jake wiped her eyes, kissing her until she stopped crying.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy? He whispered, she could hear the edge in his voice.

“Yes, I’m so happy Jake, I love you.” She rested her forehead against his, she couldn’t let him see how scared she was, she should’ve been as happy as him, but it just made the inevitable truth that much closer for her. He went through the hotel, banging on everyone’s door to tell them the good news, they weren’t amused at first, but once they’d all had their coffee, they were happy and congratulating them. It put Taylor’s mind at ease just a little because she knew that Jake would have a village to help him raise the baby once she was gone.

Every day that passed, she could swear her belly got bigger and bigger as if it was some kind of sick joke, of Vaanu’s way of saying “this is what you wanted, there are always consequences for choices.” Jake and Taylor couldn’t agree on a name, for a boy or a girl, it’s not like they had any way of finding out on the island.

“I think we should name him Jacob McKenzie junior.” Jake teased, kissing her large belly, she looked like she would burst any day now, and she was due any day now as well by Michelle’s count.

“And what if it’s a girl?” Taylor raised her eyebrows. Jake chuckled and pulled her close, protectively wrapping an arm around her belly.

“I’m sure it’s a boy, but if it is a girl then she’ll be just as beautiful as her mother and we’ll try again so we can give her a little brother.” He teased, gently nibbling her ear, making her squirm under his touch. He was already thinking about another kid, and she would never be able to give that to him.

“So, you want a son?” Taylor prayed to Vaanu that their child would be a boy, that she could give him at least one thing he wanted before she left him forever.

“I just want a healthy baby with my beautiful wife, Taylor.” He could sense that something had been off with her, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Their beautiful baby girl was born that next week, Michelle helping her through the process and keeping her from breaking Jake’s fingers.

“It’s a beautiful baby girl.” Michelle held up the screaming baby for Taylor and Jake, Taylor cried as she held her, admiring her. She looked just like Taylor, a small patch of platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes curiously shining up at them.

“She looks just like you, Princess.” Jake kissed the top of her head and Taylor pulled them both close, refusing to let go until she was so exhausted she couldn’t hold on anymore, she wanted to treasure every possible moment she had left with them. She would be up in the middle of the night to feed or change the baby’s diaper, they had resorted to calling her Baby since they still hadn’t come up with a name. Despite being exhausted, constantly up with Baby, she couldn’t sleep, she would lie on her side facing Jake, memorizing his sleeping features. He looked so much younger and relaxed when he was sleeping, his breathing even and deep, his heartbeat strong and steady, reminding her that for now she was still alive and still had some time with her family left.

On their year and a day, Taylor refused to leave Jake and Baby’s side, she knew that this was their last day with them and she wasn’t going to waste a second of it, not knowing when Vaanu would be coming for her. They took Baby for a walk, having lunch with everyone to celebrate their anniversary and Diego and Varyyn’s. Taylor stood, clearing her throat to make a toast.

“I, I just want to thank you all for sharing this special day with us and to let you know that you’ve all become such a special part of my life. I would not trade anything for the time we’ve had together, I love you all so much, especially you Jake. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner on this crazy journey. Cheers.” Everyone raised their glasses and Taylor fought tears in her eyes.

“Okay Taylor, it’s not like this is goodbye or anything, I don’t know that I can follow that emotional speech.” Diego teased when the group began chanting, expecting a speech from him. She forced a small smile, if only they knew, this was goodbye. That night, Taylor and Jake returned to their place with Baby and set her down to sleep, Taylor crashing her lips onto his the second they were in their room. Jake was caught off guard but responded to her instantly, sensing the passion and desire rolling off his wife. At first, it was rushed, desperately clawing, trying to bring the other closer, to feel the other pressed against them completely; but then it was slow and sweet, taking their time, savoring the moment, pouring all their love for the other into it. As they laid there tangled up together, breathing heavy, Taylor traced idle circles on Jake’s chest.

“I’m not complaining, but what’s gotten into you, Taylor? You haven’t jumped me like that since our honeymoon.” She turned, her chin resting on his head, staring into his blue eyes. He could sense some swirling in the depths of her ocean blue eyes, it’d been there for a while, but he still couldn’t figure out what it was.

“I just love you so much Jake, I wanted our year and a day to be special,” she whispered, she couldn’t let him see the fear she felt boiling up inside her, the strength it took to fight back the tears and keep her heartbeat in time with his.

“I love you too, Princess. We’ve got plenty of years and days ahead of us.” He sighed and fell into a deep sleep with her wrapped in his arms. She carefully snaked her way out and began writing him a letter.

Jake,

My love, my husband, my one true love, Top Gun, if you’re reading this then I’m gone. I’m sorry, and I know that doesn’t even begin to make up for it, but I had to do it, and I hope you can understand. It was the only way I could save you all, to make sure that you had a chance at a real life, I promised you a year and a day, and so when Vaanu came to me, I begged that he let me fulfill that promise. I wish I could have given you all my years and days, but at least we were able to have one together, and let me tell you, Jake, it was the best year and a day of my life. You gave me the chance to be a mother, to have a real family, and I will forever be grateful for that. I know that it might not make sense, but I promise it will all work out and you will be the best father to our baby girl and name her something absolutely beautiful. Now you both carry a piece of me with you, and I will carry with me a piece of you both. I didn’t tell you because I knew that you would spend our time together searching for a way to undo it, and I didn’t want that for you, for us. I wanted you to remember the happy times together, to enjoy and savor every moment, like last night. I couldn’t have asked for a better parting gift. I hope you understand, I will love you forever Jacob Lucas McKenzie.

Love your princess,

Taylor

Jake sobbed, falling to his knees as he held the note to his chest. His heart was completely broken, his wife was gone, she’d made a deal without him knowing to save him and their friends. Now he was left alone with a newborn, this is what he had seen in her eyes, what she was so afraid of, it all made sense now. The only thing that broke him out of his downward spiral was the cries of Baby. He rushed to her side, worried that Vaanu was trying to take her too, but it was just him and Baby. He picked her up, rocking her gently, to soothe her, whispering sweet nothings. She finally calmed down and when he pulled her away from his chest he saw that she was sleeping peacefully again.

“Aurora Taylor McKenzie. Named after your mother, my princess. Mommy isn’t here with us anymore, but she’s out there, waiting for us to find her, a sleeping princess.”

“It’s beautiful Jake.” He swore he heard Taylor’s voice and whipped around, but there was nothing other than a slight breeze, carrying the scent of her perfume to his nose.

******************

Jake’s little girl came bounding into the room, jumping onto her Daddy’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, staring at him with her large ocean blue eyes.

“Daddy, tell me about Mommy again!”

“You’re supposed to be in bed Squirt.” He carried her back to her room and laid her down in bed, pulling the covers up once more.

“Please, just tell me the story about Mommy one more time.”

“Okay, but then it’s bedtime.” The little girl eagerly nodded and settled in for her favorite story.

“It all started when the most beautiful princess in all the realms woke the dashing knight up from a nap in the front of the carriage.”

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The Cost of Protection - Ch. 3

Summary: Pain, bruises, and cover-up. You had come to accept that this was now your life. He was cruel, but you had to stay with him. It was the only choice. That is, until you meet the green-eyed stranger that refuses to let it go… You have protected others for a long time. Can you learn to be the one to be protected? Can you trust two strangers that say they won’t let anything bad happen?

Warnings: Rape/Non-con; abuse

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Dean

The call was disconnected. You had hung up without saying goodbye. Dean furrowed his brow, confused by the conversation he had with you. Why couldn't Y/N just tell Jeff where we want to meet? Then there was the way your voice sounded: weak and sad. Dean felt a pit in his stomach and he was unsure of why. He had only just met you. Dean leaned back against the headboard of the motel bed, opening his laptop, and sighed.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked from the small table on the other side of the room.

 "Yeah, I'm sure it's fine. We just gotta call Jeff in the morning."

"Alright, well, I think I'm gonna hit the hay," Sam said, getting up from the table and stretching his long arms.

"Yeah, me too." Dean scooted down under the covers and rolled over to his stomach. He drifted off, images of your face clouding his thoughts.

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Dean sipped his black coffee, still not completely awake from the crappy night of sleep he had. He had tossed and turned--not dreaming--but never reaching that deep sleep he usually needed at least an hour or so of to function. Sam sat across from him, drinking his own coffee and working on his laptop. They were at a small coffee shop called the Paradise Cafe, complete with plastic palm trees and parrots painted on the walls. Dean rolled his eyes at the decor.

"What time is it? Shouldn't he be here by now?" He asked, feeling impatient.

"Dude, it's 10:02," Sam said.

"Ugh," Dean replied.

"What's your problem?"

"Nothin'. Just tired," Dean said, rubbing his eyes.

The small bell above the entrance jingled, and Dean saw Jeff walking into the cafe. He stood up to motion to him, and saw that you were behind him, looking timid. Dean was confused. When he had met you at the bar, you were anything but timid. Why were you so different around Jeff?

"Hey, man, thanks for coming," Sam said, standing up to shake Jeff's hand.

"Yeah, no problem. You guys could have called last night and let me know sooner, though," Jeff replied, sounding annoyed.

Dean looked at you, confused. Your eyes were wide with panic.

"Oh, uh, yeah, that would have been smart. I must have had too much to drink last night," Dean said quickly to cover. A look of relief crossed your face before it turned back to your passive mask.

"Alright, well let's get started. I say us boys go into town and do some interviewing. Werewolves don't usually travel in a pack this big, so we'll need all the info we can get. Y/N here can stay and do research, can't ya?" Jeff said, pulling you forward.

"Sure, no problem," you said in a monotone voice. Dean felt that pit in his stomach again. Any fool could see that something wasn't right here. He decided to try to see what he could find out about your relationship with Jeff. Sam looked at Dean, clearly thinking the same thing.

"How about you and I go, Jeff, and Sammy can stay here with Y/N to help with research. He's a big nerd so he's pretty good at it too," Dean said.

Jeff narrowed his eyes for a moment. "Alright." He turned to you and pulled you aside, a little too roughly for Dean's liking. He was whispering something to you, and your face was still that blank mask.

"Okay, man, let's go," Jeff said, clapping Dean on the shoulder. Dean nodded and headed to the exit with Jeff. He looked back and saw you and Sam sitting down at the table. He hoped Sam could get you to talk. If not, at least he knew you'd be safe with his brother.

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You

"You better not do any flirting with the other Winchester brother, you slut. You do, and you're in for it when we get home."

Jeff had whispered this to you right before he left. You had become accustomed to his threats and name-calling. You just nodded and turned to the table Sam was standing near.

You sighed in relief when you sat down with Sam. You began taking out your laptop you had brought and opened up your search engine. You realized Sam hadn't moved since he sat down and looked up to see him looking at you.

"Sorry, it's just that we haven't officially met. I'm Sam," he said, holding out his hand.

You took it and firmly shook it. "Y/N," you said, a small smile on your face.

"Nice to meet you," he said, smiling back. He had long brown hair, and hazel eyes--the kind that had brown on the outside and green on the inside. The same beautiful green his brother had. You didn't know what it was, but you already felt pretty comfortable with Sam. You felt safe.

"So, where are you from?" Sam asked, looking at his computer and clicking around.

"About twenty minutes from here, actually. My family still lives pretty close," you replied.

"Well that's gotta be nice. Means you can see them whenever you want."

You felt sadness cover your heart at his words. If only, you thought. "Yeah, I guess so."

"So...Jeff. How'd you two meet?" Sam asked. The last thing you wanted to do was talk about Jeff, but you also didn't want to seem like a weirdo by avoiding talking about your boyfriend.

"Uh, he helped my family a while back with a vengeful spirit." You said, not wanting the conversation to continue any more.

Sam nodded and went back to looking at his computer. You breathed a quiet sigh of relief that he didn't ask you anything else about Jeff.

You began searching on your computer: when the first killings started happening, disappearances, and the like. You and Sam fell into a comfortable silence, only speaking when you were sharing information.

"Hey, look at this: Looks like this guy Randy Smith went missing around the time the killings started. Soon after three other people went missing and the killings increased. Think this could be the guy that started our pack?" Sam asked.

"I think you're definitely on to something." You looked at Sam's cup, which was now empty. "Hey, I'm gonna go refill our coffees." You reached over to get Sam's mug and your sleeve rode up a bit, revealing the hand-shaped bruise Jeff left on you last night. Sam grabbed your wrist softly.

"Hey, how did you get this?" He asked, concern in his puppy-dog eyes. You panicked a little, not wanting Sam to make a scene.

"Oh, I'm just super clumsy. Running into everything, you know?" You tried to laugh it off.

"Well, Y/N, that might be believable if these bruises weren't in the shape of hand." Sam said, not ready to let up.

You looked at him, tears forming a bit in your eyes. You knew you couldn't fool him. Sam was smart.

"What do you want me to say, Sam? It's complicated. Please--just let it go, okay?" Sam looked at you, still concerned, but let go of your wrist. You knew he wasn't done talking about this, but he would let it go for now.

You took your mugs to the counter and ordered yourself a latte. You decided to prank Sam. You knew he probably liked plain coffee, so you found the sweetest thing on the menu and ordered it for him. You brought it back to the table and sat down. Then, you waited.

You watched as Sam took a sip of his coffee, not looking up from his computer. The second he drank it he sputtered, his eyes wide.

"What the hell is this?" He asked, coughing.

You laughed out loud, and Sam narrowed his eyes at you. "I'm sorry," you said between laughs, "I couldn't help myself. You should have seen your face!"

Sam rolled his eyes and laughed along with you. 

"Okay, you got me. But you should know: this means war," he said, pretending to glare at you. You chuckled. You knew that under different circumstances, you and Sam would likely be best friends. 

At least I'll get to hang out with him during this hunt.

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Dean

As Dean walked back into the cafe after doing multiple interviews with the victims' families with Jeff, he saw you laughing. It almost took his breath away. You were beautiful, which he already knew. But when you laughed? 

Unbelievable.

The second you saw Jeff you stopped laughing and your smile faded. Dean wasn't surprised. He had only spent a few hours with Jeff and it was clear he was a jerk. He shook his head. 

That dick better not being crossing any lines with Y/N...

"Hey, guys," Dean said, walking up behind Sam.

"Hey, how did it go?" Sam asked.

"Eh. We didn't get as much information as I'd like." Dean replied.

"Y/N, you ready to go home?" Jeff asked. You nodded, no expression on your face. You silently got up. Dean kept his eyes on you as you grabbed your laptop.

"Thanks for helping with the research, Sam," you said with a smile.

"No problem. Call if you need anything," Sam replied. Dean knew there was a deeper meaning in that statement, and he would definitely be asking Sam as soon as they were alone.

"We'll see you boys tomorrow," Jeff said, putting his arm around you and pulling you towards the door. You glanced over your shoulder at Dean, a look he could only describe as regret in your eyes.

"Dude, we gotta talk about Y/N," Sam said.

"Yes. Let's go to the car," Dean replied, fishing his keys out of his pocket.

A few minutes later they were sitting in the Impala as Dean drove back to the motel. "So?" Dean said, waiting for Sam to talk.

"Man...I think Jeff is not a good guy," Sam said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, he's a dick. Took two seconds with him to figure that out," Dean said, rolling his eyes at the memory of how Jeff flirted with the all women he interviewed.

"Well, I think it's worse than that. Y/N reached over at one point and her sleeve rode up. Her arm's covered in bruises, Dean. Bruises that clearly came from a man's tight grip."

Dean felt anger rising up in the back of his throat like bile. He didn't want to believe that was true. "Maybe they like to get kinky in bed or something," he said, barely containing his anger.

"Doubt it. I asked her about it and she tried some excuse about being clumsy. I pushed, and she basically said it was complicated and that I should let it go. She knows I know, Dean."

Dean sighed deeply and bent his head, running his hands through his hair. "It just doesn't make sense, Sammy. When I talked to her at the bar, she seemed so independent and strong. How could she be with a jerk like that?"

"I don't know. When we were alone today, we actually had a lot of fun. She even pranked me."

"Pranked you? How?" Dean asked, an amused look on his face.

"Filled my mug with some froofy-frappy-barely-any-coffee crap. I nearly choked. She laughed so hard, I thought she might fall out of her chair. She was like that for most of the day. Nothing like how timid she is when Jeff's around."

Dean smiled and shook his head. He was glad you were able to have fun with Sammy today. He thought about Jeff and felt the anger return. If that douche was really putting his hands on you...he shook his head again. He wondered why it bothered him so much. He was bothered by any man who put his hands on a woman, but this was something more. It was almost like the thought of your beautiful smile going to waste made him even more upset.

"I guess we'll just have to keep an eye on things during this hunt. We don't want to make things worse for her, you know?" Sam said.

"Yeah, I guess, Sammy," Dean said. He just hoped waiting didn't also make things worse for you.

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