#and that's because i knew Freya would be pissed at me

[spursthatjinglejanglejingle]

Getting to live out my fantasy of beating my loved one's bullies to death with my bare hands during the Heimdall fight was an amazing experience

[sarcasticlcves]

Dating The TVDU Women Includes

Katherine Pierce:

You knowing her since 1491

Katherine turning you into a vampire, so you could both be together "forever"

Her being severely protective over you

Stefan and Damon going after you to get to her

You and Katherine both being chased by Klaus for 500 some years

Being shocked when Nadia (Katherine's daughter) shows up looking for Katherine

Comforting Kath when Nadia gets bitten by Tyler and is slowly dying

Both of you being stabbed with the traveler knife and dying together

A/n~ I cried making this one. I miss my bby Kathy 😭💔

Hayley Marshall:

You being a werewolf/witch hybrid

Klaus threatening you to not hurt his little or littlest wolf or you won't be able to see the light of day again

Being a stepmom/mentor to Hope

"When I said give it your all and punch me in the stomach, I didn't actually mean it Hope!" "Sorry mama..."

Being besties with Rebekah and Freya

Hayley being super cuddley

Her being super protective of you. Even going as far as to threaten Klaus and Elijah

"If I hear that you two idiots lay a single finger on y/n, I will personally bite your heads off! Got it?!"

*Klaus and Elijah nodding, scared for their fucking lives* "we got it" "we won't touch her, we promise"

Being present when Hayley throws herself and Greta into the burning sun

Despising Elijah after that day and never forgiving him (I hated Elijah after that. I don't care if he didn't have his memories or what)

Only staying in the Mikaelson family compound for Hope's sake

When Klaus died, you adopted Hope and moved to mystic falls so she could enroll in the Salvatore school

Raising Hope because you knew that's what Hayley would want for her

Hope Mikaelson:

Being a Tribrid like Hope

Knowing her since you both were little kids

Hope being very closed off and distant with you at first

Her slowly opening up and being more vulnerable with you as time passes

Hope being a very affectionate person behind closed doors

Hope being super overprotective

This bby also gets very jealous very quick

You being best friends with Lizzie and Hope despising your guys friendship

Dark! Tribrid! Hope Mikaelson:

When Hope goes full dark Tribrid, you were by her side through all of it

Even when she snapped Lizzie's neck right infront of you

When Lizzie got sired to Hope you got jealous and protective reallll quick

You even went as far as to kill your own girlfriend to break the bond between them both

And let's just say Hope was not happy when she woke up...

"You killed me because you were jealous?! Fine, let's see how you like getting your neck broken"

After all the arguing you two weren't on the best terms

Hope distanced herself from you a lot and her trust in you went to 0%

Yeah, I wouldn't recommend dating dark! Tribrid! Hope and pissing her off...

Lizzie Saltzman:

Being a Tribrid

Lizzie siphoning from you a lot

You being very protective of this sweet, sensitive little baby

You helping her through her episodes

Being present when Lizzie wakes up and turns into a Heretic

You having to teach Lizzie everything she could possibly know about vampires

Lizzie being very clingy and vulnerable with you

Going on a rampage when you find out Lizzie was sired to Hope

"I swear I will gut you like a fish Mikaelson!"

"Baby...calm down please.."

Hope knowing to not mess with Lizzie while your around

Jade Salvatore:

You and Jade both being stuck in the prison world together

Her humanity flickering when she's around you

She's VERY possessive

Not to mention jealous

You despising Kai Parker

"Oh, would ya look at that. I get to gut you again today"

"Well shit-"

A/n~ i didn't really have many idea's for Jade, so this was all I could come up with

[mysticsublimeperson]

NUMB pt2

(pt1)

Arthur had noticed something, he didn't quite understand what exactly, and that was frustrating.

Then Merlin cancelled the only date night the had been able to schedule in a month, because of the difference in their work hours, and Merlin spended less and less time with him at work...

So ditching him to go to a club?

Yeah... Arthur was pissed.

But then, "They have notice that I 've been absent, unless you want me to explain where do I spend my free time lately, I better go with them to get them off my back. We wouldn't want anybody knowing your secret right?"

And damn if that didn't hurt.

He knew Merlin wasn't really happy with the arrangement, he knew that he had been crossing the line lately. Going off at work, mostly to throw people off the track, but also to let out some of his frustration. But what could he do?

It was impossible to continue with his life as it was, and have Merlin. He would loose everything, his job, his family, his status, probably the flat too... His father was sure to ruin his life if he gave that step.

But for the life of him, he could not let Merlin go. He will never let him go willingly. Merlin was the happiest he had been in his life. Waking up next to him, he felt at peace, felt understood, felt seen. The way Merlin looked at him, like he meant something extraordinary, made him feel complete.

But then the little doubt creep in, What would happen if Merlin grew tired of this baggage?

No.

What will happen when Merlin grow tired of this situation?

Arthur felt his chest heavy with guilt. It was bound to happen, he knew that, he, himself, had made sure of it. He had enough scape routes in case everything went south, but now he found that Merlin could also use them, and that thought was the scariest of them all.

Merlin went radio silent after that call, and Arthur understood.

Then the next day he could not find him at the company, which was strange but maybe he was avoiding him, and Arthur understood.

He didn't answered any of his calls, or texts, and Arthur understood.

The dread expanding in his belly.

The following day he went to work with a heavy step and a heavier heart.

He knew that this whole circus was his fault, and therefore he had no right to complain or demand anything of Merlin, but that didn't make him feel better.

Merlin was still gone, so he went looking for him. And then Gaius told him that Merlin hadn't gone to work, he was sick, apparently. Gaius didn't know what exact illness but ... "he has been off lately, distant, cold, sad. And with all due respect, that you are keen on humiliating him on public lately hadn't really helped. I imagine it has to do with that. He didn't explain further, just told me he was going on sick leave"

Gaius spoke clearly, and with every word Arthur felt more shame. That dressing down was something he didn't know he needed.

Had he been so awful towards Merlin? Truly?

He bolted, didn't even told anyone, just went.

Went to his flat, and banged on his door, and called his name until the neighbors threatened to call the police.

It was useless.

The last time he spoke to him, he was going to go clubbing with his friends. He knew most of Merlins friends, basically because they were also Arthur's friends. But those friends... he knew them yeah, but he wasn't precisely close, Will, proper hated him, and the girl, Freya, was apprehensive around him, he didn't know why, but he hadn't particularly care up until that moment, he did not have any way of contacting them, not their number saved, not their social media profiles, nothing.

Shit.

The only thing he could remember was where Freya used to work, because Merlin had insisted on buying his coffee there for months just to spend his break catching up with her, at least until they happened.

He went there, his only clue, praying for the girl to be there.

He wasn't lucky, she didn't even had a shift that day. But he had obtained a contact info. He texted her.

And she answered vaguely, not understanding why Merlin's boss was asking for that kind of information. He didn't get much, but the fact that that whole ordeal was orchestrated by Gwaine.

So he went to Gwaine.

He was still hungover, or, more accurately, hungover again. And told him reluctantly that he had tried to get Merlin to relax, because he had been upset as of late. Arthur really ought to pay better attention, everyone had noticed this change in Merlin's behavior, so probably Merlin had been dealing with the burnt of having to lying to everyone.

"We just wanted him to unwind, It was fine... at least I hope so" Arthur's heart stopped at that very moment "What do you mean?" Gwaine was completely unaffected by his murderous tone and stare, and reentered his home trailed by Arthur "I don't know mate, he was having fun, he had been talking to this bloke on the floor, the seemed to have hit it off quite well... that was the last time I saw him, when we didn't heard from him in the morning, well we assumed he'd gotten laid, at least he had fun, but yesterday he told us that It didn't went well, but didn't explain" As he spoke his voice lost it's strength, and the insecurity he must have felt since that message was brought to the surface.

Arthur wanted to scream, to accuse, to point, to break, to do everything at the same time, but how could he? He stopped himself just before he started a shouting match with Gwaine, who was lost in thought in the sofa, because Gwaine was his friend too, and if he had known he wouldn't have done any of that.

His eyes started to sting from the sheer frustration.

Fact 1: Merlin's friends had taken him to a club, so he could cheat on Arthur, not that they knew that.

Fact 2: Merlin had gotten drunk, danced and left the club with another man, Arthur could not grasp how he felt about that just yet.

Fact 3: something went WRONG. WHAT THE HELL WENT WRONG AND WHERE WAS MERLIN? BECAUSE...

Fact 4: Merlin hadn't gone to work in two days, and no one knew where or how he was and the worry in his chest was clouding his mind and shit, he was crying.

He wiped his face quickly with the back of his hand, but couldn't hold back anymore so he struggled a bit saying goodbye to Gwaine and got out of there, didn't listen to whatever Gwaine was saying in the background.

He couldn't tell you how did he find Merlin, just that it was probably illegal and highly unadvised. But by that afternoon he was in front of that hospital door, with mixed feelings, a lot of guilt and one thought.

Hunith opened the door, Hunith was there. His gut twisted in different uncomfortable directions.

"Hunith?"

"Arthur? What are you doing here? Wait, let's talk outside, he finally managed to sleep for a bit" His throat closed off.

"I..He didn't show up at work" It was all he could manage, he could see her eyes harden.

"Yes, well, I am sure you can see he is in no condition to do so, now if you would kindly leave"

"Hunith" he was trembling "Can I see him?" he saw her hesitate.

"He doesn't want to see anyone" she ultimately answered a bit softer.

"What happened?"

"It's not my place to tell Arthur, I need to respect his decision, now more than ever" she said with finality "Look, I'll call you when he changes his mind.."

"IF.. if he changes his mind, you know how he is" he protested "Hunith I just..." he had to stop, before his voice broke "I need to know how he is, I need to see that he is ok"

"I know you are his friend Arthur" Arthur could hear his heart shatter "But this is... He is not ok" she said looking directly at him "He doesn't want to be seen like that, he doesn't want to be judged or pitied. He needs someone by his side right now, someone who would just be there with him, loving him, truly, boldly, despite everything else" Hunith broke down a bit and ran a hand by her hair, talking to him and to herself also "Don't get me wrong Arthur, I know you care for my son, you are a true friend, but you are not what he needs right now. I know the teasing and bantering is your... style, but I am afraid he cannot handle that. I'll call you if he changes his mind, but if not, please do respect his wishes"

She turned around visibly affected and went back into the room. Meanwhile Arthur had his world shaken to the ground.

[sirianasims]

Chapter 34

So It Goes…

It was Saturday morning and things were becoming predictable.

I had just gotten out of bed as Samuel entered the room. He came straight from the shower after sleeping on the couch again.

I missed him. Even when he was home, he just seemed so far away. By the time he came back from the hospital, he was exhausted. Every second of sleep was precious.

We barely talked. I couldn’t remember when we last had sex. A couple of months, at least.

He was in an even worse mood than usual today. He glared at his phone before going to the closet to get dressed.

“Samuel? Something wrong?”

“Charlie.”

Even with his back to me, his entire body radiated annoyance.

“Charlie? What’s with Charlie?”

“He’s in Copperdale and he wants to visit us.”

There was venom in his voice as he pulled the belt through the loops of his pants with angry movements.

“Oh. But isn’t that a good thing?”

“I guess. I guess I should be thankful that my brother finally deigns to grace us with his presence. Do you know how often I’ve heard from him since the wedding? Twice. To congratulate us on Hailey and Ivy. That’s all.”

“I know, but aren’t you still happy that he wants to visit?”

Samuel sighed heavily.

“Sure. It just pisses me off that everything has to be on his terms. Always. He’s practically been gone since he moved out, doing whatever the fuck he wanted while someone had to be the responsible one. And then he thinks he can just walk back in like nothing happened and be all, hey bro, care for me to drop by for dinner?”

“Admit it, Samuel, you miss him. And he’ll get to meet the girls.”

“I know. And of course I want him to meet my family. He suggested dinner tomorrow. And he even invited us to see his band play at the old warehouse tonight.”

“Tonight? We should go. I could ask Amelia to look after the girls, make it a date. We haven’t gone out forever.”

“You know we can’t do that, Freya. I have another long shift, I won’t be home until early morning.”

I said nothing. Of course. All he ever had was long shifts, and he didn’t even take the time off he was technically allowed to. I only saw him when he slept, and lately he didn’t even come to bed.

My husband was slowly becoming a stranger in the house, just dropping by for the occasional nap.

“Freya? Are you mad? If you really want me to come home early, just say so.”

He always said that. But it was a risk-free offer. He knew that I’d never demand it. I tried to rearrange my face into something less pouty.

“No. You know I can’t do that, your job is important. I just… I wish you felt that your family was just as important.”

Samuel sighed.

“Ah, yes, because you always seem to think that I’m putting my job over my family. Of course you and the girls are more important to me than my job! But as you very well know, my job is also important, I have a lot of patients depending on me.”

“Whereas we are fine without you, I guess.”

I regretted it immediately. I was stepping onto a well-trodden path and I didn’t have the energy to have this particular argument again.

Neither did Samuel. He just turned away from me as he finished tucking in his shirt.

“You know what, I don’t have time for your shit right now. I need to be at the hospital in half an hour. And if family is really the issue here, why don’t you go see Charlie’s band? You’re his family too. Then you can ask His Highness what he would like for dinner tomorrow.”

He stalked off. Less than a minute later I heard the car start.

The sun was barely up and my husband had already left in a huff. Great.

I wondered if he’d come back.

I wondered if I wanted him to come back.

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[galway-girlatwork]

Fandom: The Mentalist-AU

Rating: Mature-Angst. Smut. Enemies to lovers. One sentence mentions prostitution.    

Central Characters: Marcus Pike and Original Female Character

Central Relationship: Marcus and Daciana/Kira

Word Count: 2,080

AO3

Please do not copy my work. If you liked it, please re-blog and tag me. Please do not steal the mood board, it was a gift. I do not give permission to copy, translate, or post my work to any other platform.

Music inspiration: Le Castle Vania-Shots Fired

Inspired by the beautiful mood board created and gifted by the amazingly talented Freya Thank You Board post. @almostfoxglove Freya I utterly adore you.

SUMMARY:

The relationship between Agent Marcus Pike and Daciana, is a game of cat and mouse, taking Marcus around the world—London, Tokyo, Rio, and now Paris. Daciana taunts him, leaving clues that lead him to her hideouts just a little too late, fueling his growing obsession.

Their relationship is more than just professional; there’s an undeniable chemistry between them, a tension that neither can ignore. Marcus, frustrated by his inability to catch her, is simultaneously drawn to her presence.

Marcus knows that catching Daciana may come at a cost—one that goes far beyond the law.

Shadow and Flame

Marcus Pike had spent his life chasing shadows, but none more elusive than Daciana. The assassin was a ghost, slipping through his fingers every time he thought he was close. For two years, their game of cat and mouse had taken him to every corner of the globe. London, Tokyo, Rio—each location held a piece of her, a trace of her existence, but never enough. She always stayed just out of reach, taunting him with her brilliant mind and unnerving calm. This time he was in Paris, a lead from Interpol, which required more red tape than any government agency back home. He had her this time, almost a little cocky in his thought process. Hotel St. Germain was non-descript, set back from all the tourist traps of Paris, and he knew that is why she choose it. Once room 1002 was cleared, they let him enter, gun drawn, finger nowhere near the trigger because something in the back of his head told him that she wasn’t here even before anyone uttered a word. He should have been surprised but he wasn’t. Daciana was always two, three, four steps ahead. Sitting at the small writing desk, he ran a finger over lacquered wood. He could almost imagine here sitting here, having coffee and breakfast, waiting for a call that would take her to another city.  He was frustrated and pissed. The intel was good but just a little too late, his fascination and obsession with her growing. Pulling the phone from his pants pocket, he called the number the informant had given them, expecting a recording that the mailbox had not been set up, jaw dropping when she actually picked up.   

“Agent Pike, running late today?” She was more than just an assassin. She was a product of her father, mother long since dead, left to be raised to become lethal simply because he had no son to carry on the “family legacy,” or Brigăzi as her father once put it. Her skills were used for cleanup and something told her, she should have done away with the informant in France but she was needed home. A liability that would never happen again, unless it was Agent Pike. There was something about the games she played with him that gave her a high like nothing else had. It was the thrill of deliberately leaving clues for him, breadcrumbs that kept him busy but never allowing him to close the gap, not until she wanted to. Each clue felt like a personal challenge, an invitation to try harder, to get closer. “To say I am disappointed would be an understatement. I am guessing at this time you are in room 1002, wondering where I am now.”

In a way, he admired her, her skills and her ability to outthink him, mostly but admiration only went so far. He couldn’t forget who she was or what she did. “Daciana, are you forgetting Brazil? Wasn’t late then, was I?”

“No. I will give you credit for that one. Perhaps a half point since you only missed me by ten minutes, an oversight on my part. But today…You’re late by two days. Tisk tisk, losing your touch?”

He told himself that this was just another assignment, but deep down, he couldn’t deny that there was more to it. He wanted to understand her, to know her, and that desire was as intoxicating as it was dangerous. “You know eventually the cat and mouse game has to end. Why not come back to Paris, I believe a French prison is more suited to your personality, don’t you agree?”

Her voice dropped an octave, throaty, sounding almost sultry, like silk against bare skin. “Marcus, your lack of faith in me is disturbing.” Did she just borrow a line from Star Wars? Oh yes, she did, knowing it was one of his favorite movies. She knew everything about him, because what he didn’t know was that as obsessive as he was about her, she was about him. “Don’t you think it’s time to head back to D.C?”

“You know I am not going back until I find you.”

“Marcus, you know that you will not find me unless I choose it. As much as you would like to think is all about you, it is about me as well. It is about us. The little game we play. Are you growing board of mouse and cat? Which one are you exactly Marcus?”

It was the way she said his name, the way she said the word us. Warm, syrupy sweet, almost as if she was purring on the other end of the line. Closing his eyes, he let it sink into his subconscious, where he could play the conversation over and over. “Daciana, I am not in the mood for the games. I do not have the energy for you right now.”

“Oh Marcus, you wound me. That little blade sinking between my ribs, it’s filling me up with more than just blood. I think I may actually shed a tear so I will respectfully disconnect the call. J'ai hâte de parler à nouveau avec vous. Au revoir Marcus."

The game took an unexpected turn in Greece. He had been tracking her movements through Europe for weeks now, and the trail led him to Mykonos. What the fuck was she doing here and how was it he got a lead? He knew she had always been careful, meticulous, but this time, there was something different. A mistake? Perhaps. Or maybe it was another one of her games. Either way, he knew he had to follow up. It was there that he met her—not Daciana, not the assassin, but Kira.

She had grown bored, if that was such a thing in her life. The emergency at home was nothing more than her father having a tantrum over something she could have taken care of without having to go all the way back to Romania. Damaged product, she explained, was nothing that couldn’t be replaced, flesh nothing but a commodity. Shaking her head as she laid out on the lounge chair, the heat of the sun warming bare skin. Greece was beautiful, not her favorite place in the world, but it came a close second to Bora Bora and Turks and Caicos. She loved heat, sun and water. She should be scared shitless, leaving clues for him, extradition was not a joke but she was such a curious creature, wanting to know more than what reports could tell a person. If anyone did become interested in the woman by the pool, the only name they would come up with was Kira, an Italian on holiday. That was how she introduced her self to him at the bar. He looked frustrated, defeated and for a split second she felt sorry for him. The offer of buying him another drink wasn’t met with resistance, as long as she joined him. When the music started, it almost took an act of god to get him off his chair. Arms loosely hung from his shoulders as hips swayed with each beat, the pulsating of the bass caused pelvic muscles to clench. Taking his hands, she placed them on her hips before giving him her back, pressing her ass against him, she could feel his erection. He wanted her. Just as much as she wanted him.

Kira was warm, funny, and easy to talk to, with a smile that lit up the room. He felt himself relax around her in a way he hadn’t in years. He wasn’t one to normally talk to strangers, but there was something in the way she moved, how she didn’t make the entire conversation about her, in fact it was the opposite, letting him talk about everything but his job, only telling her he was from the East coast. When she convinced him to dance with her, he blamed the Ouzo, body pressed against his, he forgot about the hunt, forgot about everything but the woman in his arms.

Within a tangled mess of sheets, she did make him forget everything but his need to consume her. It was what he was doing. Consuming her from the outside in as his tongue slid over her clit, fingers sliding in and out of her wetness. Tiny mewling’s and whimpers escaped labored lungs, hips meeting the stroke of those digits before she came up on an elbow, hand grabbing the back of his head as she violently came against his mouth. Collapsing on the bed as he kissed her pelvic bone, body stretched out, thighs still jerking with the aftershocks, muscled arms spread her legs and in one motion, he was buried deep inside, strokes slow, hard, steady, dragging out the pleasure until she thought she’d go mad.

Lips wrapped around a hard nipple, teeth dragging across the sensitive tip before tongue caressed it, watching her face, bottom lip clamped between teeth as he raised his head, nose nuzzling the spot below her earlobe, inhaling her scent. “Again. Come for me again,” was whispered in against her temple, a hand going under an ass cheek, pulling her closer, thrusts a little harder now, feeling the familiar tightening. Fuck he thought, he didn’t want it to end but the way she felt, wrapped around him, walls clenching as she came for a second time, felt like silk wrapped around steel. He was so fucking close and when he asked where, teeth nipped at his chin before letting him know inside. That one word trigged his own orgasm, head thrown back as hips jerked against flesh, finally stilling, head dropping to her shoulder. “Stay the night with me.”

To say the sex with Marcus was amazing would have been an understatement but as the sun began peaking through gauzy blue curtains, she knew it was time to leave him. Slowly rising from the bed, muscles sore from the hours they made love, protested the movement, wanting to lounge just a little longer but she knew she couldn’t. Actions were quiet, quick, heels in hand so as to not wake him. Standing at the edge of the bed, she stared at him and on impulse she pulled her phone from the clutch and took his picture. Laying on his back, head to one side, the beginnings of a beard, no evidence of stress, wondering if he would think of her when he woke up. Emotions began taking up residence in the vacant space of her chest cavity and she knew she’d gotten too close. Turning on her heel, she slipped out of the room.

When he woke up later that morning, she was gone. No note, no explanation, just an empty bed and the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. His heart sank as reality crashed back in. The woman had used him, something he’d never had happen, and left. Grabbing his phone, he called down to the front desk, asking if they had seen her, the answer of course being no. Fuck. Getting up, he showered, replaying the night in his head, the countless shots, the sex and wondered how he could find her. She was just like Daciana, evaporating into thin air.

Two days later he was heading back to Lyons, the lead for Daciana going cold within those forty-eight hours. Sitting at the desk he was given, was an envelope, his name scrawled across the front, the note inside, written in a language that wasn’t familiar to him except for the name at the bottom.

“Marcus. Noaptea trecută a fost uimitoare, dar urmărirea continuă. Poate într-o zi ne vom întâlni din nou.

Daciana”

“Fuck,” was yelled out in frustration after he got it translated. Kira had never existed. It had always been Daciana. She had played him, used him, and now she was gone, disappearing into the wind as she always did. The chase resumed, but Marcus knew the truth now—he would never catch her. Not because he wasn’t skilled enough, but because Daciana was never meant to be caught. She was a force of nature, always one step ahead, always just out of reach. And as much as he hated it, a part of him didn’t want the chase to end. For Marcus she was more than a target. She was his obsession, his challenge, his impossible dream. So, he would continue the chase, knowing that it would never truly end.

[freyasilverbough]

The Cave Bear and the White Wolf - Part 3

Notes: in my headcanon and in my games, Minthara is an oathbreaker. I know canonically she’s oath of vengeance, but oathbreaker is more fun and she has a whole dialogue tree about it.

Summary: Freya does stupid shit, like freeing the Moonrise prisoners by herself, and Halsin no likey. Some angst, some fluff, nothing too explicit but heavy making out happens towards the end.

Cw: blood (always atp since my paladins are always covered in blood), canon typical violence, light mentions of suicidal tendencies in that my oc does not give a single fuck about her own life while she’s saving others.

“Hey, Dammon,” Halsin called as he approached the blacksmith.

“Hey, how is she?” Dammon asked as he turned to the larger man, clasping Halsin’s forearm in greeting.

“She’s awake. Wants her armor back.” Dammon chuckled and nodded to where her suit lay on his workbench, polished and free of all the dents that adorned it after the battle yesterday. “You do work fast, impressive.”

“I added some extra reinforcements to the plate. It’s a good set, but there’s too many gaps in it for someone who takes as many hits as Freya does.”

“Actually, I wondered if you might be able to make something,” Halsin said as he pulled the sketchbook he kept from his pocket and handed it to the smith.

Dammon looked the sketches over for a long moment, his brows creasing as he mapped his new project in his head. “Yeah, I think I can manage it. Give me a moment to measure the other set, I have plenty of steel and scraps of scalemail thanks to Talli. Should take me about a week or so.”

Halsin thanked the tiefling as he gathered Freya’s armor and turned back to the inn. “Oh, Dammon?” He called over his shoulder. “Keep it quiet, would you?”

Dammon smirked and nodded his agreement. Halsin smiled to himself, taking long strides back inside to the woman he was trying so hard not to fall for.

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They were heading for Moonrise that day. Freya was a ball of nerves, wound so tight that he was sure any minor inconvenience would cause her to snap. She was worried that Ketheric might recognize her, and therefore put her newfound friends at risk, so she insisted that everyone wait outside while she went in and “tested the waters.”

Halsin didn’t like it one bit. There were too many things that could go wrong in there, and while he didn’t doubt Freya’s abilities, he also wouldn’t underestimate Ketheric Thorm.

“Take Astarion inside with you at the very least,” he tried to reason with her. She just glared in response. “He knows how to stay hidden and he can back you up if something goes wrong.”

“Remember how you insisted that you were the only one who could enter the Shadowfell? This is like that,” she snapped. “If Ketheric recognizes me, it’s all over. The rest of you have an advantage, he’s got no clue who you are and if I fall, you can still infiltrate the tower. If you’re with me, and things go sideways, he’ll behead you for association before you even know what’s happening. I won’t put anyone here at risk because I failed to kill him a hundred years ago.”

She’d removed her headband and earrings that marked her as a follower of Selûne. Instead of her plated armor, she sported black leather and wore a hood to cover her silver hair. She had left her wolf crest shield in her tent, and striped her face with black kohl to hide the scar over the bridge of her nose. She looked more like an assassin than a paladin.

Halsin ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. The archdruid in him wanted to command her to stay behind, to let the others scout the tower if she was so worried about being recognized. He knew that such a command would just piss her off, that she would never ask another to do something she herself wasn’t willing to do.

The plan was that he would wait just outside the moonshield with Astarion, Gale, and Shadowheart. With the pixie’s blessing, they’d be protected from the curse while the cultists were forced to stay in the light. If Ketheric recognized Freya and she somehow made it out of the tower, Astarion would pick off the cultists with his bow and Gale would open a portal to Last Light, while Shadowheart and Halsin would make sure they all survived.

If Freya made it out. He’d never admit to her that the thought she may not make it made his bones run cold and heart sink to his gut. He wanted to go with her, to protect her, to stand between the oathbreaker and the faithful and give her a chance to flee.

Freya stepped closer to him and looked up into his eyes, a cold determination hardening the blue. “If I fall, be assured that I plan on taking every damned cultist I can down with me.”

“You once told me your brother always said that anything before the word ‘but’ is bullshit,” Halsin echoed her words from the week before.

“But,” a smirk lifted her perfect lips. “I have no intention of dying today. By my oath, I will do everything in my power to see justice come to Ketheric Thorm.”

When she invoked her oath, Halsin knew that there was no more arguing to be done. She stood firm in her choice. All he could do was pray to Silvanus and every other god that would listen that she would return to him.

“Let’s get this over with, then,” he said, clapping her shoulder as he strode to meet the others before departure.

————

Halsin paced just outside the moonshield, watching the huge oak doors of the tower as if he could see through them and glimpse what was happening.

“Would you settle down? You’re making all of us dizzy,” Astarion whined from the stump he perched on, carving new arrows with his knife.

Halsin ignored him and carried on as he was.

“Don’t be an ass, Astarion. It’s giving you wrinkles,” Shadowheart quipped.

Halsin stopped his pacing when bells sounded from the tower and he heard the faint shouts of the guards. His breath caught in his throat as he stopped just in front of the moonshield.

He strained his ears, hearing the faint clashing of swords from inside the tower.

Freya.

If there was fighting, she was alive. Halsin breathed a sigh of relief before that relief quickly turned to panic. Who was she fighting? What was she doing? Freya was formidable, to be sure, but one soldier against an entire stronghold? She’d either had no choice, or she was completely mad.

The oak doors at the tower’s entrance blew open with an explosion of silver moonfire, and out poured a host of gnomes, tieflings, and…

Was that Minthara?

Freya followed close behind, covered once again in blood and glowing with the rush of battle. Her hood had fallen and her braids swung wildly behind her. She pulled something from her pocket and launched it toward Astarion as the gnomes and tieflings ran across the bridge.

“Tell the pixie to protect the prisoners from the curse! HURRY!” She screamed as he caught it. Halsin vaguely registered Astarion following her order, but his focus was on her. Minthara stood with her as the prisoners fled from the battle. The drow had no weapon, but she had a paladin’s magic and was using it to compel foes to halt, flee, drop their weapons as Freya struck them down.

Gale muttered incantations under his breath as purple magic began to swirl around him. A portal appeared, and Shadowheart ushered the prisoners through to safety. Astarion drew his bow and fired as Freya and Minthara sprinted across the bridge. One of the guards dodged Astarion’s arrow at the last second and reached out to grab Freya by the braids, and Halsin decided he’d had enough.

He let the earth guide him as he shifted, fur and claws erupting where there were once skin and hands. He leapt over the two women and tore out the guard’s throat, letting loose a roar of fury. When the drow crossed the portal, Freya slid to a stop and approached to stand at Halsin’s side.

“Well. I may have started a bit of a fight,” she said as more guards poured through the doors. “We should probably go.” Halsin shifted back to his elven form and grabbed Freya’s hand, the two of them sprinting through Gale’s portal.

Halsin stumbled as his feet touched the ground outside Last Light, and Freya landed on her hands and knees. Reunions and celebrations were happening all around them, but he couldn’t bring himself to gaze at anything but Freya. She sat back on her heels, tilted her face to the sky, and laughed. Cackled like a godsdamned madwoman, covered in her enemies’ blood and viscera. Perhaps she’d taken a pommel to the head.

“Fucking hells, that felt good,” she said between her laughs, trying and failing to catch her breath. Halsin leveled a glare in her direction. “Oh come on now, they were taking Minthara to the cells to erase her mind. I was on a time crunch,” she said to him.

“Yeah, that’s another thing we’re going to talk about. Minthara, Freya? I thought she was dead!” Halsin tried to keep his voice level, but his anger raised the volume.

“I thought she was too, turns out she’s tougher than I thought.” Freya got to her feet and crossed her arms in defiance, as if she didn’t just save the drow who’d threatened his grove not two months before.

“She’s an oathbreaker, Freya. She’ll slit your throat in your sleep now that you’ve set her free. What in all the Nine Hells were you thinking?!”

“They’re arguing about me, aren’t they?” He heard the drow ask someone behind him. It took every ounce of will he possessed to keep from turning his wrath on her.

“Don’t worry, Freya always wins him over. She has a thing for taking in strays,” Astarion responded.

“She’s an oathbreaker, yes, but you’ll make one of me if you ask me to send her back to the shadows. She was controlled by the tadpole when she planned to take the grove, a fate I would’ve faced myself were it not for blind, stupid luck. Minthara is a valuable asset whose goals align with our own, for now. If she turns on us, I’ll cut her down myself.” Freya’s tone quickly turned from exuberant to commanding as she spoke, returning Halsin’s glare and spreading her stance.

“You would die in the attempt, but it’s a noble thought,” Minthara retorted. Halsin whipped around to face the drow and Freya circled him so she stood between them, gripping her sword as she did.

“I don’t like her either, Halsin, but I must hold to the tenets of my oath and I must accept every sword I am offered in this fight.” Freya’s gaze softened just a fraction and Halsin knew she was right. Fuck, but she could talk him into biting off his own hand if she wanted.

He looked over Freya’s shoulder to the drow. “The first sign of trouble, and you’re gone,” he said to her.

“Oh, I intend to cause plenty, but only for our enemies.”

————

Back at camp, Halsin’s whittling turned into a pile of slivers in his frustration. He was still so angry with Freya, she was only meant to “test the waters,” as she had said. Instead, the woman took it upon herself to tackle an entire stronghold by herself.

He knew she would do it all over again to save those prisoners, and he couldn’t exactly fault her for it. He didn’t know the exact words of her oath, but he knew that most paladins were bound to defend the innocent. The tenets of her oath would always come above her own safety, and something about that fact aggravated him to no end. Did she just not value her own life the way she valued others?

She materialized before him as if she could read his thoughts. She leaned on a tree and bit down on an apple, without a care in the world. She wore a sleeveless cotton top that accentuated every curve and muscle of her lithe torso and dipped low into her cleavage. Her moonlight hair was unbound and she’d washed the black from her face.

She looked like a godsdamned angel, and that just made Halsin angrier.

“You’re upset,” she stated, taking another bite of her apple.

Halsin took a deep breath, willing his centuries of training in patience to kick in and chase the rage from his bones. “Yes,” he responded.

“Look, I made a call in the moment. I’ve spoken with Minthara, and I believe she’ll stand with us against the Absolute. They scarred her mind, and she wants vengeance. If you talked with her yourself, you’d believe her, too.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about Minthara.”

“Then why the fuck are you sulking in the farthest corner of camp?” Halsin stood, stalking toward Freya like she was his prey. She pushed off of her tree and straightened, crossing her arms and widening her stance. The movement made her biceps ripple and her breasts pushed together slightly. Halsin pretended that his cock didn’t twitch at the sight.

He didn’t stop until he was inches away from her. “I’m sulking because you asked - no, demanded - that everyone else stay behind while you went on a fucking suicide mission, Freya. You put yourself at risk again and I cannot figure out how someone with such high regard for others can regard her own life so little. It was stupid, and you know it. I thought we were past this recklessness, that you would finally ask me for help, and then you go and pull this shit without a thought for how your friends would feel having to burn your body.”

“Don’t you dare act as if you were there. You didn’t see what they were doing in that prison, Halsin.”

“I didn’t see because you forced me to stay behind!” He yelled. “I wasn’t there because you always insist on standing alone!”

“What would you have me fucking do?! I am somehow responsible for each of the lives in this camp, for each of the souls in Last Light. I’ve been fighting for well over two hundred years, I trust in my own strength even if-“

Halsin couldn’t help it. He took her face in both hands and crashed his lips to hers. She stiffened in his grip for a moment, then melted into his kiss, molding herself to his body. She was a perfect fit. She put both of her small, calloused hands on his chest as one of his own traveled to her waist. He gripped her side as he groaned slightly into her full lips, feeling the ridges of her scars under her shirt. She opened her mouth for him, and their tongues danced in a battle for dominance.

It was not a sweet kiss, nor a gentle one. He wound the hand that had been cupping her cheek into her long hair, wrapping it around his fist. He moved her back against the tree and the hand on her side inched up to her breast as she moaned into his mouth. It was the sweetest godsdamned sound Halsin had ever heard.

All reason and restraint had left his body in that moment. His reasons for declining her offer at the party with the tieflings simply melted away. As he kissed Freya against that tree, there was no Shadow Curse, no invulnerable general, no tadpole swimming in her skull. There was only her.

That fierce, kind, compassionate, reckless woman whose loyalty had no match, whose strength could challenge gods and rattle the stars. He’d taken many lovers, always held that his heart roamed as nature willed it, but he knew without a doubt as he held her that she was it for him. Whether she would have him or not, there would never be another.

Reluctantly, he broke their kiss and pressed his forehead to hers, staring into her bright blue eyes. Both of them were breathless, and he could smell her arousal as his cock stretched the leather of his pants.

“I wish you could see yourself as I do,” he whispered, before gripping her thighs and hoisting her up to his height. She wrapped her legs around his hips and bared her neck for him in a rare show of vulnerability as his lips wrapped around her soft flesh. His teeth moved their way up to her delicate pointed ear and she ground herself into him with a loud sigh of pleasure.

He was ready to burst in his pants like an adolescent when a call from Astarion interrupted them. “Freya! Quit fucking the bear, there’s a devil in our camp again, and it’s not Minthara.”

She broke away from him, panting and thoroughly flushed. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” she murmured. Halsin chuckled and nipped at her throat before releasing his hold on her. He smoothed her hair with his hand and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She smelled like rosemary and thunderstorms, he realized as he took a deep inhale.

“Next time I risk my own hide in an epic act of heroism, I expect to be thoroughly fucked, druid,” she said in a sing song voice as she turned to hurry back to where an alleged devil waited to meet with her.

He chuckled to himself as he adjusted his breeches, and jogged to catch up with her. He was in such deep shit.

————

The devil in question was Wyll’s patron, Mizora. She’d appeared to inform Wyll that he needed to rescue one of Zariel’s assets from Moonrise. Freya agreed on Wyll’s behalf, stating that they’d do it only if Mizora freed her warlock from his pact.

The damn woman would argue with a devil. Currently, she sat with Minthara on a log, handing her the weapons they’d gathered from their travels for inspection. The flaming sword she’d picked up on the nautiloid was too big, the mace from under the creche too small, the shortsword from the goblin camp downright insulting.

Freya smirked as she passed the drow a Menzoberranzan blade she’d looted from a drider. Minthara stood, gripping the hilt with finesse and testing its balance. “Finally, good drow steel. This will do,” she said. Freya retrieved her own sword and started sharpening it with her whetstone. Halsin watched as the two women fell into an easy camaraderie, honing their weapons and talking of battles won, foes vanquished.

May all the gods above have mercy on Ketheric Thorm, for the elf and the drow would not.

[inevitablysomber-dark]

I end up on your profile i dont even how, but im so delighted i did 🥹 spent my time today reading all your work and alls are amazing! And then i saw asks and its really amazing that you have basically study of all characters, shows how much thoughts you put into story 💖

I have a questions about Kiwi story.

Why Steve never approach her during their time at uni? I know he mentioned that she wasnt ready but still he could have form friendship with her first which would be better ground for relationship? Would be easier to convince her to go on trip too.

Also, after firing her - he blocked her everywhere, but did he watch her every move? He didn’t have guarantee that she will be back to beg him. Considering that her whole life fell apart once again, she was blacklisted, running out of money, and disappointing her parents she could have for example hurt herself- what would he do then? Will you show us glimpse of their life together after everything?

Also Honey storysgreat! I love how she was not afraid to speak her mind and how she helped Cyan! But queen freya pissed me off, was she jealous or what 🥴

Hey! Thank you so much. I truly appreciate that you enjoy my works and took the time to send me this ask!

To answer your questions:

Steve not approaching Kiwi during their time in university is more of a logistical choice on my part as the author rather than a crucial storyline factor. Originally, Under the Radar was supposed to start during their university years, but I was also outlining another series for Affectionate Obsession, and the two stories started feeling way too similar. It got to the point where it felt like I was copying and pasting ideas.

Looking back, maybe readers wouldn’t have noticed (or maybe they would!), but I didn’t want to risk having two stories with nearly identical setups. So, I kept the university storyline for the other series and chose a different approach for Under the Radar. Steve’s interest in Kiwi during university became more of a lingering schoolboy crush he couldn’t shake.

The trip to the Maldives was supposed to be Steve’s opening to a "friends-to-lovers" dynamic with Kiwi, but she kept pushing back. Something he hadn’t anticipated. He assumed she’d jump at the chance to bask in the attention of a wealthy, soon-to-be heir like him. But Kiwi is lowkey paranoid and keeps questioning everything. Worse (for him), she didn’t reciprocate his feelings the way he wanted. So, he had to regroup, and each time, there was another fumble somewhere along the way.

After he fired her, Steve blocked her because he wanted her to get desperate enough to seek him out. He didn’t want to leave her with any escape route. Yes, he was watching her every move, but he knew there was no guarantee she’d react the way he expected. If she didn’t, he was ready to go after her. And if she hurt herself? He would just take a page out of Peter's book. (a little foreshadowing for Peter’s story—🤐).

There’s still one last chapter left, and I hope it quenches your thirst for what happens after Steve finally gets Kiwi where he wants her. 😊

As for Loki’s Sweet Treat:

Queen Freya isn’t jealous, but she comes from “good breeding” and has high expectations for her children to marry within their class. She herself faced similar pressures before marrying Odin. So, when Thor chooses a sex worker over the system of carefully bred women "worthy" of being by his side, it frazzles her. It’s not jealousy, it’s pure, salty disapproval.

I’ve considered writing more for that series, but I’m still figuring out how I’d break it up. I’ll keep you posted if I decide to continue it!

Thank you again for sending this ask—you really had me working on this one! I hope you continue to enjoy my stories, and as always, don’t hesitate to drop more comments, questions, or thoughts. 😉👍🏾

[marvelstars]

There are many things I love about Rogue One, I think this story is the closest from disney to get to the imaginery of the original trilogy and is able to built from it, in this movie we have Vader pre- ANH, this was the era in which he felt more secure in his role as the Emperor´s enforcer, Second in command of the Empire before knowing about Luke which made him rethink a lot of his life choices.

He didn´t want to become Vader at all, he would not have chosen this life for him, he´s kind of resigned to his role at this point but also highly motivated as well, he knows the work he does isn´t what he or old Anakin would call good but he sees it as something neccesary for the good of the Empire, this is why I love his dialogue with Krennic in this movie, he isn´t mad at him for failing to get him a rebel or because he´s being incompetent or because he´s being unfaithful to the Emperor, he´s mad at him because he believes he was the one to order the attack on Jedha and because he believes he´s responsible of making the Death Star a bigger problem than it´s worth. Bassically Vader is mad because all of these events are getting out of control and dont benefice the Empire or it´s stability at all. When Krennic explains it wasn´t his order but Tarkin´s Vader´s calms down but his anger doesn´t recede because it´s becoming obvious the leadership over the Death Star has become a contentious issue between the Moffs to get even more power.

"Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force 

Vader knows Grand Moffs like Tarkin are excited with their new ultra powerful weapon but they are increasingly becoming tigger happy with it, Tarkin destroying the Empire´s center of intelligence didn´t serve for anything at all, the rebellion still got the plans and Vader got there too late to stop the transmision of the plans for the Death Star, he was clearly pissed off about Tarkin destroying an imperial base with nothing to show for it and that lead directly to his confrontation with the rest of the Grand Moffs in A New Hope but Tarkin was in charge of the Death Star because Palpatine gave him the authority, so he could not stop them from what he saw as them mismanaging the weapon, if there´s a way to mismanage a planet destroying weapon. Vader was just as surprised as Leia when he heard Tarkin give the order to destroy Alderaan, despite the planet´s long time influence on galactic politics.

I believe this moment, despite not being much talked about by Vader, this was something that awoke in Vader a wish to do more, he´s still pretty much team Empire all the way, the Empire is bassically the heir of the republic, Yuralen, Anakin´s old admiral in the clone wars, was among the moffs who died on the Death Star, from Vader´s pov the Rebels are the new separatist who are looking towards destroying the Empire just like they tried to destroy the republic before but Alderaan and many events before that, made him aware he needed to do more, that he could not keep himself closed off from the world, just doing his missions, obey Palpatine and whatever Moff he had to at the moment and this lead to his increased active role on Empire Strikes Back and his proposition to Luke to take over the Empire and put an end to the war.

This makes me remember how seeing Alderaan´s fate in Mortis, between seeing himself attack Padmé, his fight with Obi-Wan and the destruction of the Order, it was Alderaan´s destruction which finally broke Anakin in Mortis and convinced him he had to stop that future by any means neccesary before the Father made him forget everything.

I believe those connects neatly to show the change within Vader that started even before he knew about Luke´s and Leia´s existence and of course it had to do with the Empire, I see in Vader pre-ANH some similiraties with Freya from the Huntsman series, because his fall was so intimately connected to the reality of him becoming a father that losing his wife and his child in the same day assured him staying fallen, trapped in the darkside, in fact his Sith name could be taken to mean " Dark Father" Palpatine named him but the words came from the Force itself, so in a sense, just like Freya, Vader decided: "If he could not raise his own child, he will raise armies" so the Empire became the center of his motivation until he learned about Luke and still then, he planned to help Luke, help the Empire and stop the war because his fall so many years ago had to mean something.

[tears-of-amber]

Hey there! Do you mind me asking how you interpret communications from deities and how to actively work with them? I genuinely have no idea how to start. I have called on a few to assist in some workings or intentions, and made offerings here and there out of distanced respect, though I wouldn’t say I really like… work with or follow them. But I would like to! I’ve felt very drawn to Brigid specifically, but I haven’t the slightest idea how to move forward with being a follower or having a relationship with her as a matron goddess. It seems so daunting sometimes? I’m not sure how to reach out and how to know I’m being responded to, or how to work with a deity or spirit in general. What if she doesn’t want me reaching out to her? I’ve always been a secular witch and more in tune with the moon and earthly energies, but I’ve been more and more drawn to the deities lately. idk I’m rambling lol. Any advice or tips or anything would be so appreciated ❤️

Happy Barley moon! Ok this answer is going to be a bit long, so be patient lol. The best thing you can do is reach out to her. No god or goddess is gonna get pissed cause you reached out and want to work with them (unless they’re from a practice closed and not for you). They might turn you down. But they’ll never get weird about you asking. It’s pretty harmless just stating your intentions, like “I’m really wanting to work with you Brigid.” Write it in a letter or pray it to her. She’ll know your heart is reaching out. Then the worst that can happen is she says “no” or “not right now, I have nothing to teach you at this stage in your life.” How will she answer you? Here’s the thing. Gods and goddesses all have their preferences with how they communicate back to you after you ask a question. The surest way to go about receiving their answer is to be open to it coming from a place you don’t expect to work. Tarot is usually how I get answers. I call upon the god or goddess I wish to communicate with, after making an offering, I ask my question and pull the card or cards for an answer. But what surprised me about Freya (the goddess I’m devoted to) is that she answered through MULTIPLE ways. Pendulum. Tarot. And Falcon appearances. I’ve never had a deity confirm in so many ways. But the quickest answer you can get is probably a form of divination that you’re comfortable with. Other signs you receive will reinforce that answer.

A lot of people talk about “hearing” and “this god said this to me.” That has never been how it works for me, and I truly believe that’s ok. I don’t hear shit from deities. I hear the occasional sound of a violin playing when no violin is there, but that’s it. I also don’t see deities in hallucinations or visions in the waking world. Only VERY rarely in dreams do I see them. And that’s usually when they really REALLY need to convey something.

So me talking every day to Freyja is always with my tarot deck. Or I just fill her in on the tea, if you know what I’m saying. I let her know when I’m reminded of her. I say “thank you Freyja” when I notice a particular sign or blessing from her. And I feel connected and confident this way.

It’s really not some huge intimidating thing reaching out. Witchtok will make it sound like a fantasy book. “Yeah, I saw Loki in my kitchen and he told me a prophecy and I knew it was him because I am the chosen one who will lead an army at ragnarok”. Like bitch maybe some of that’s true but I HIGHLY doubt Loki just showed up in godly form in your kitchen to tell you how the world is gonna end and that you are chosen to lead an army and other frilly witchtok shit. Yeah. You get my point. Anyyyway. Hit me up or send another ask if I missed anything.

In short: just reach out. It’s easy. Pray. Write a letter: etc. and if they turn you down it’s usually nothing to do with you being “unworthy”. It might just be they think someone else has more to teach you.

[the-firebird69]

tommy F is still plotting along with the little baby boy he is yelling threats promising things is not really gonna do anything for the most part but last night it blew grabbed his people in the gut information and on ships and in this area and areas like it and when sets it apart is that you have one or two 100 mile ships above it and you're forcing things out of people and you're forcing it out of the area and you're bringing it right to the area you're forcing it out now you find out you were doing this a while ago and they fight you on it you refuse to stop now they're going after you and they're gonna have to pretty good they are taking big strides to collect you and you can just sit around and say stupid **** or threaten that sign and get nothing I can actually go to work and leave them alone you're hopelessfaggot and we mean it your a homo. weak shit too. They're going around cheating screwing people over acting the big boss threatening your own kind when it comes down to it you're just another **** **** you're not acting and you're not doing anything you're sitting there like nothing happened you went out to these people they stopped you now you're having a war it's your fault and you started it if you wanna blame us we are going to take your ships and what he says is if we don't take them the Empire will and they don't know who I am I definitely don't know who we are I've heard this before too you people running around saying he's a stranger when he's here everyday so we are going to go after you and make sure that you learn you're never to talk to us the way you do or to treat him that way you're a fucking piss boy . you had it last time too strategies **** and we're starting to believe people that you think the clones killed your kids and your wife and some things it's the matte proper and it's got some proof and you ignore it so all I can say is have a nice day get out of our face or we're going to crush you and every single teeny remnant of you for your laughing and chortling and our son's problems it really is not going to help you that's what we have to say as a whole

Thor Freya

andw e have this to say we did it knew what we were doing and did push it to force a launch prior to macs just taking it. now we have to.

so that is that and is why

tommy f

we see. so you sit back and fart now. good. how lame.

Thor Freya

We're not sitting back and farting it seems like we are but we're not really doing that. We are trying to get it together and we're trying to do things and it doesn't seem to be working and this guy trump is a big rap and we do understand that he's the one doing it so we would like to clear that up with everybody that we're not telling on ourselves to get it done and stop seeing we are. We're gonna try a few things and we're gonna try and get it going and if we can we will end up launching that's what we're up to if you have any complaints you should direct them at someone else and my friend says I don't think so and if you try and shoot at me your brain is going to leave your skull so fast it'll be in pieces tommy F and I do get that there's no chance at doing it again unless I wish to die permanently and that's right and that's what everybody is saying and that's what it's gonna happen if you don't understand it like you don't goodbye and good riddance because you're so freaking dumb.. And I'll say this I intend on trying And I'll say this I intend on trying to say goodbye and he says that and it will be over I guess it says good guess you freaking jerk and that's what people are going to do to you they don't need a flippant crow Magnum **** to steal from them 24 hours a day they need an inventor so they're saying if they try and shoot you again we're going to shoot him badly and I heard it and it went silent and then you got shot in the head so I understand what they're saying now you're admitting that you're gonna keep trying so you're probably gonna get shot in the head so goodbye he says. And I guess that's what they're gonna do

tommy f

yup

mac daddy

your darn tootin

trump

we shoot you not him and shoot you again if you try it again and now too

woody

we shoot you too

bill

and us

mmichael tew

and us too justin ken

and us too

preston

and us

bja brad jason and more

ustoo grandkids of trump and yeh we think you shot us that day. and tons say it too. so we shoot you prior to you trying

paul bammens and thankyou

and we use this need ot and shoot you tommy f in the head if you ry on us or him

garth

and all of us too

Thor Freya

Olympus

[the-firebird69]

Yeah I can't behavior is a trip they have an attitudes usually it's correct and sometimes not princess was going to have babies and was acting odd and would not let go of a son one day finally got her off put her down and she was very pissed off and wouldn't do anything he'll come near him and she went and had babies and was fine afterwards and she said I don't know what your name to me and so he says it's your babies you love and it's true and they were taken away and she was mad but they're famous and they're around still and she loves them for saying it no so bad at him and says you're this guy is bothering me no taken away from you too. And you knew the little babies you're helping them and she loved it and needed it and when it was stopped and then they started disappearing and mom was taking them so she's mad at her and she ran away so she found one and she did and he took her in and it was the chomos and now they have a little princess and it started there and it was a nightmare and Hera hates them and he did that whole thing in New Hampshire and the stupid crap here because of it and he's on board these ships encouraging Trump to go there these people are animals and they hear what he's saying about the clan and a jumping to it now they looked at the footage

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues

I can't wait until this happens for real and this a****** goes up there and challenges this giant over and over and he can't even breathe there's no Air it's a death star and he says he might have some air around it and it's not true so he doesn't know how he's breathing and they say it's a planetoid but no. It might be it's a real small ones they might have boxes you know that they put on there but this is terrible and he's he's an ass the guy

Hera

[isimpformikaelsons]

sweet one [part 2]

btw thank you for all the love on the first one :) I'm making a short little story about her having a nightmare about what happens and Elijah comforting her all fluff and stuff let me know if you'd wanna see that :) thank you again for liking it, it's really cool having people enjoy it anyways enjoy part two

prompt: "wheres y/n" "you've never let me down daddy" "does it hurt"

*a year later*

Elijah marched into the compound, getting an urgent message from his elder sister. his eyes scanned the old brick walls of the place he and his family called home, nothing looked out of place everything was still in its spots collecting dust.

Elijah trusted his sister with his child while he went and sorted business, of course to his daughter's protest, she loved going out with her father, it always ended up with y/n getting her way and them going to get some ice cream, Elijah would never admit it but she had him wrapped around her little finger ever since your eyes first met

Elijah-"FREYA" he shouted, seconds later she was running up to him coming from another, pain and fear panted all over her face

Freya-" its y/n," she said breathlessly warning her brother unable to fully get her words out, the small sentences only made Elijah's fear build, it was his daughter and he didn't know anything about where she is

Elijah-"Freya where's y/n, where's my daughter," he said worriedly, his eyes darting over her face waiting for her response

Freya-" she was up in her room, marcel came over, he needed to talk, and while we were talking I heard her scream, we both ran upstairs, y/n was out of her bed and her window was wide open, marcel is out looking to see if he can find anything, and I called you," she said panicking stumbling over her words, Freya loved the little girl almost as much as Elijah, she immediately became family to the mikealsons even the paranoid Klaus mikealson.

marcel looked over at an incredibly pissed off Elijah mikealson with a panicked look

marcel-"no sign of anything, I wish I got a chance to see where they came from," he said in the direction of Freya, and Elijah was looking at them both angrily, he felt left out of the conversation about his missing daughter

Elijah-"Freya, can you do a locator spell please," he said desperately, interrupting them, Freya immediately noticed the pain in his voice and easily excepted

Freya-"ill need something of hers because she's not our blood well need something she's had for a long time" he nodded, and sped off to her room, looking for something, anything, when his eyes landed on the bunny he got her the first night she found her, his face immediately broke into a warm smile remembering the night her

Elijah-"that's the best we're going to get," he said to himself solemnly, before returning to his sibling and family friend, his hand clutching the small bunny tightly

Elijah-" she's had this since I took her in" he informed and Freya nodded and took it out of her younger brother's hands

Freya-"that should work," she said hopefully, trying to stay strong for her brother. she moved to the centre of the room and started the spell, Elijah and Marcel watched impatiently, Elijah was trying to not appear a mess, but he was failing he was pacing around, his hand running through his hair, changing the normally formal-looking hair to a dishevelled mess, hair falling out of place. his mind was racing conjuring up the darkest type of punishment for the person who had taken her, they would suffer a fate worse than death. death would be merciful

Freya-"ELIJAH," she said for the second time, pulling him out of his thoughts, her eyes looking up to him from the small coffee table

Elijah-"where," she told him the location and he speeds off, the only thing on his mind was getting his daughter back, marcel quickly followed knowing Elijah might do something he would regret, he knew Elijah too well, you hurt the ones he loves you get punished and the relationship that he has with his daughter, even Klaus couldn't come up with anything to match Elijah wrath

he was about to storm into the building but marcel pushed him into the wall, his arm over his chest, their eyes meeting

Elijah-"marcel, I don't want to hurt you but if you don't get your hands off me and let me get to my daughter I will hurt you" he growled and marcel believed him, who wouldnt?

marcel-"Elijah, you're in a blind rage, think someone had the nerve to come into the Mikelson home and take your daughter they obviously have something a plan, so we will need one," Elijah was beyond mad at marcel but he knew he was right, he nodded and marcel slowly moved his forearm away from his chest

*y/n pov*

y/n-"what do you want with me" you whispered through tears holding your aching arm close to your heaving chest, you were currently curled up in the corner of the room cowering away from the man who had taken you out of your bedroom

???-" you're the perfect bate child, now stay put and shut up" he spat then left the room leaving the little girl terrified, even more, you kept whispering you wanted your daddy to yourself, he was always there for you, he would come for you, he always did, but that didn't stop you from crying him and missing him, after about ten minutes of her crying he came back in the room and towered over her making you yelp into a hiccuped silence

???-"if you don't shut your stupid little mouth" he threatened through gritted teeth

y/n-"but I want my daddy" you cried and his face angered even more

???-"ill give you your daddy, 'll give you him with a stake in his chest" he growled making you erupt into cries, anger took over his mind and he picked you up threw you into the wall, your head bounced off the wall, your little body slid down the wall, you're screamed in pain, blood started to slowly pool from your head trickling down your back as the gashes and the bruises started to appear on your body, the pain building worse and worse

???-"now shut the fuck up or ill kill you" he shouted from the other side of the room spitting as he spoke, you listened this time terrified he'd hurt you again, you leaned against the wall holding your arm the hurt side of your head resting against the wall

marcel-"I wouldn't do that if I was you, you'd be pissing off the wrong vampires," he says smoothly from the doorframe, his eyes going from the kidnapper to you

???-" it's what I want, they took something from me, ill take something from them," he said venomously before he sped quickly and held you up by your injured arm, making a banshee-like scream come from your chest, your arm was most likely broken, and he knew that he was doing it to prove his point, he wanted you to scream, he knew if marcel was here the other mikealson are close by

marcel-"it's a kid, are you really gonna lower yourself to killing a kid for revenge" he carried on stalling as you hung there in pain, your arm slightly twisted out of place from the shoulder joint

???-" she's the only way..." just as those words left his mouth his heart was in front of him, your body dropped to the floor you and your kidnapper laying next to each other, you let out a weak yelp, curling your knees into your chest, Elijah's hand dropped the heart and he threw the body against the wall, letting the blood pour from the cavity in his chest, Elijah's eyes narrowed onto the bastard, him seeing completely red

y/n-"daddy" you gasped out, pulling his attention immediately onto you, easing his bubbled over anger, he knelt down and looked over your body, he carefully picked you up, trying not to hurt you, you immediately curled into him your bad arm laying against your mid-section tears falling from your little eyes

Elijah-"I've got you sweet one, I've got you" he whispered trying to comfort her as he started to walk out of the disgusting room but stopped at marcel their eyes meeting each other again

Elijah-"thank you marcel, I don't know what I would have done if I had lost her tonight, I only have you to thank" he admitted looking down at your broken form, if marcel hadn't been there he could have been walking out with a different outcome

marcel-"it's alright Elijah, I care about her too," he said back looking at the young girl, they both nodded at each other and they both sped towards the mikaelson estate, they walked into the compound where Freya had sat nervously waiting for their return, Klaus and Rebekah had joined the wait after Freya told them what happened, finding their sister in an almost state of crying

Freya-"Elijah," she said running up to her brother and marcel, hands covering her mouth when she laid eyes on you covered in blood and bruises, tears still present on her face

Freya-"oh god" Klaus and Rebekah's reactions were quite similar, all of them growing quite fond of you running happily around their home

Klaus-"is she alright," he said lowly looking over your small body, emotions clearly there if you know what to look for

Elijah-"shes going to be, I'm going to take her to get cleaned up, 'll talk to you later" he promised to his siblings, and they nodded understanding that all Elijah wanted to do was look after you. he took you up to his bedroom and immediately into the bathroom carefully sitting you on his bathroom countertop, you winced slightly at him sitting you down, once he knew you were stable and okay he moved to grab the first aid kit, he had never owned one until you scraped your knees playing, then he always had one close by and fully stocked

he quickly shrugged the blazer jacket off and rolled up his sleeves, he started by looking you over his hands hovering over you, when he got to your bad arm, he tried to turn it to look for more scrapes on the underside but you let out a loud painful scream in return

Elijah-"honey what's wrong, is it your arm," he asked quickly, you nodded your eyebrows furrowed in sadnesses, looking up at him through your eyelashes, he inspected your arm closely and carefully and saw it was out of place, he took an unsteady breath, knowing what he'll have to do

Elijah-"listen to me sweet one, I'm going to have to put it back into place" her eyes filled with fear, Elijah placed a hand on her good shoulder and rubbed it gently still trying not to hurt her

y/n-"daddy I'm scared," she said timidly

Elijah-"I know baby, I know, its okay to be scared, but you always let your bravery shine through, your such a strong little girl, I couldn't be prouder of you," he said trying to ease your fears, he moved his hands to he could put your shoulder back into place

Elijah-"you can scream as loud as you need to sweet one" you smiled weakly, guessing to yourself that you might have too

Elijah-"3" you took a breath trying to get ready

Elijah-"2" you waited for the one but it never came, just a sharp feeling of your shoulder being put back into place, you let out another banshee-like scream that formed into cries, Elijah immediately pulled you into his chest helping you ease the cries, that emptied from your eyes

Elijah-"I knew you could do it, darling, I knew it" a smile tugged at your lips after getting praise from your father. he pulled away and pressed a kiss to the side of her head, he opened up the first aid kit and pulled out an antiseptic wipe,

Elijah-"let's get your head checked out, shall we" you nodded again, your dad's large hand covered your small face tilting it to give him a better look he inspected the rather large gash and shook his head, disappointed in himself started to flood in as he cleaned the blood of your forehead, your eyes kept flicking to your arm

Elijah-"does it hurt," he said continuing to clean you up

y/n-"a little bit daddy, but its a lot better now thank you, daddy," you said a lot calmer now tear stains on, your eyes focused on your dad as he concentrated

Elijah-"I'm so sorry y/n, I promised to protect you but I failed you, I let you down, I'm so sorry," he said in despair, he blamed himself for this, he couldn't shake the image of you hurt in his arms, you looked at him confused your head tilted, you motioned for him to come closer and then Elijah was face to face with you

y/n-"you've never let me down daddy," you said optimistically, you pressed a small kiss to his nose and smiled at him

y/n-"I love you daddy" Elijah's eyes filled with love, he never knew how much he needed her in his life, he gave him a purpose he never thought he'd have

Elijah-"I love you too baby" he returned the little kiss on her nose, once she was fully cleaned up, he picked her up and took her into the bedroom and helped her get into another sleep outfit, a cotton sage green shirt with white outlines on the collar, the buttons that held the shirt together were a few shades darker than the green of the shirt, the bottoms that had lighter strips on them were a little too long for her little legs so Elijah folded them up while her legs awkwardly kicked

Elijah-"can I give you some of my blood sweet ones, I don't like to see you hurt" she nodded, when he turned away she crawled further into the bed, she got under the covers holding a cheeky smile knowing it's her dad's bed, he poured his blood into a small glass breathing an unsteady breath, he shook his head with a smile trying to get into his own head that you were home safe, he sat on the bed next to you, you sat up and he passed you the glass, you quickly drank it letting your wounds heal immediately

Elijah-"what are you doing in this bed sweet one," he asked as he took the empty glass out of your hand putting it on you the bedside table, feeling more relaxed and happy now he knows your healed

y/n-"it's comfortable and it smells like you! and I wanna stay with you, please please please" he smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, breaking immediately

Elijah-"okay baby, just to I can keep an eye on your little one," he said breaking immediately, he slipped out of the bed, your eyes immediately followed

y/n-"where are you going" you questioned peeking over the covers

Elijah-"just going to let everyone know your okay, ill be right back" she nodded and cuddled into his sheets as he left her in the room, he peered over the balcony and saw his siblings in a similar position to the way he left them, their eyes immediately met his and followed him as he got down the stairs

Elijah-" she's okay, she's had blood, she currently falling asleep in my bed," he told them and a wave of relief had washed over the oldest family

Rebekah-"oh thank god" she gasped out in pure relief, Elijah smiled warmly at his family's reaction

Klaus-"did you find out what he wanted brother," he asked after knew she was okay, Elijah's eyes turned darker

Elijah-"I never gave him the chance, he tried to take y/n away" he spat, Klaus nodded in agreement knowing, he would have reacted very similar if someone did the same to hope,

Elijah-"thank you for helping me find her Freya," he said kindly, the pain still present in his eyes,

Freya-"id do anything for my niece Elijah, you know that. also I think she'd want this back," she said happily, passing the little girl her favourite bunny, Elijah held it gently,

Elijah-"thank you, Freya, I just came down to tell you she's alright, im going back to her, I can tell she's still scared, she's being incredibly brave but it's hard to hide it in her eyes" they nodded in agreement and Elijah speed off up to his daughter

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[sirianasims]

Chapter 23

Anywhere Away from Here

Katherine took to motherhood like a duck to water. She was a natural. It seemed like she always knew exactly what to do when the baby cried. I mean Freya – when Freya cried. We named her after Katherine’s grandmother.

Or, well, Katherine named her. I found it difficult to have any real opinion on the matter. But Katherine seemed perfectly able to handle most of the parenting, really.

I wasn’t doing as well.

I could tell that it upset Katherine whenever I accidentally called Freya “the baby”. I tried my best to use her name, but it felt foreign in my mouth.

It didn’t help that I was plagued by doubt. I couldn’t see myself in Freya at all.

Why was her skin so dark? Could the tests be wrong? Maybe she was Antony’s after all.

Katherine claimed that she looked the same when she was a baby, but still. Even what little hair Freya had was dark. I had my mother’s face and my father’s colours and nose – no one had ever questioned my parentage for a second.

I couldn’t tell Katherine how I felt, but it bothered me. I was expected to love this tiny stranger unconditionally, but she was just… a stranger to me. Shouldn’t I feel different if this was really my child?

Then again, my father had told me how he adored my alien brother from the first time he met him, and he definitely wasn’t his real father.

Maybe something was just wrong with me.

My mood was generally terrible. Everything got on my nerves. If Katherine gave me the slightest suggestion, it felt like a harsh criticism.

I knew that she was just trying to be helpful – or desperate to make conversation – but I just felt angry and annoyed all the time.

I didn’t know what to do. If I told her to leave me alone, she’d get mad. If I ignored her, she’d get mad. Either way, we would end up arguing.

The fights got worse. Neither of us got quite enough sleep because of the... because of Freya.

It was becoming clear just how little Katherine and I had in common. After all, our relationship was built on lust, not love. Not even friendship. We never truly got to know each other beyond the passion and the excitement of doing something forbidden.

She’d finally found a job, but it was rough for her to start over from scratch, career-wise. From highly respected dean to “assistant to the manager” in a local business. I tried to be supportive. At least she found a job.

She told me that I didn’t understand. This was the kind of job a new graduate would get, not someone with over 15 years of experience and a PhD. She would have to work for years to make up for lost time, and in a completely unfamiliar field since she would never be allowed to work in education again.

She was right, I didn’t understand. I had no way of knowing how she felt. But even agreeing with her that it sounded tough pissed her off.

She told me that I should be grateful that I was still able to follow my dreams. According to her, this had barely derailed my life at all, I just ended up having kids a bit earlier than I’d planned.

I couldn’t exactly tell her that I had imagined having those kids with someone I actually loved.

Luckily, our arguments were often cut short by Freya.

Katherine would run off to care for her in the middle of an argument, and that would be it.

A pattern emerged. We argued, Freya cried, Katherine went upstairs. Meanwhile, I cleaned up after dinner and poured two glasses of wine.

Katherine would come back a little later, and we’d drink in silence. Sooner or later, one of us would break the silence, pretending that the argument never happened. Neither of us had the energy to continue fighting.

It wasn’t a great solution, but it kept the peace for now. I just needed to take it one day at a time.

We’d spend the evenings mindlessly watching tv until it was time to go to bed. At least whatever we watched gave us something to talk about.

Sometimes, especially after a bit of alcohol, I would forget myself and kiss her, desperate to feel something again, anything. But the fire was gone. At least for me.

Katherine would respond enthusiastically, but it never took long before I panicked. Whenever I accidentally touched her stomach, an intense fear of getting her pregnant again paralysed me and I pushed her away.

Katherine found it hard to deal with. I couldn’t tell her the truth, and I knew she had become very self-conscious about her body. The emergency C-section had left a huge scar and she was covered in stretch marks. And her 40th birthday was looming on the horizon.

I tried to explain that it had nothing to do with her body, but of course she found that hard to believe, given my behaviour. Especially since I had no other reason to give.

She begged me to tell her what was wrong, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want her to think that I was repulsed by her body, but the truth was worse – I resented her.

I felt trapped in a life that was sort of similar and yet completely different to what I had planned.

And somehow, it felt like her fault. After all, hadn’t she been the one to seduce me in her office? But I couldn’t tell her that.

I kept telling her that I was just stressed out. New baby, the vet clinic, our finances, it was a lot.

I assured her that it would get better as Freya got older and we got more sleep. She didn’t believe me, of course.

She was too smart for that.

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[rere-the-writer]

Title: Falling in deep - Chapter One

Pairing: Human!Elijah Mikaelson x Escort!Black!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Marcel being the best, mentioning of cheating

Summary: Elijah is angry about being invited to Klaus's and Hayley's wedding and even more when they placed a plus one on the invitation. Marcel has Elijah meet a friend of his to take to the wedding. You work as an escort when Marcel calls want you to meet a friend unaware of the man you're going to have to deal with. Will you fall for the man behind the gossip and myths or will Elijah let the best thing to happen to him pass by.

A/N: This is going to be the longest series I have done and this will be a human AU.

Elijah glared at the wedding invitation of Klaus's and Hayley's wedding, the man thought about not going but knew he would get an angry phone call from his mother as most of all of his siblings were married. Finn married Sage, Kol married his college sweetheart Davina, Rebekah married Marcel, and Freya married her long time girlfriend Keelin so that left Elijah and Klaus having not married.... that was until now.

Elijah used to date Hayley but she left due to Elijah not wanting marriage or children as he didn't share the need to have a family that his siblings had bur if Rebekah's rumors was right.... the only reason Hayley was marrying Klaus was because Esther pushed the artist to do so after Hayley fell pregnant when her and Elijah were still together. Elijah stood looking out the window at the New York skyline as snow fell softly as the door to his office open.

"Oh....you got the invitation." Elijah heard Marcel says as he eyed the invite on the C.E.O's desk then looked at his close friend and business partner. Marcel, like his wife, was worried how Elijah would take to his ex marrying his little brother as both Finn and Freya had called Klaus, finding it weird that less than a month after the break up.

"I did. Did Rebekah ask you to check up on me?"

"Yeah but as your friend, I worried too." Marcel tells the older man sitting on the couch in the office. Marcel knew Elijah wouldn't want to go to the wedding, hell Elijah was pissed learning Klaus had fucked Hayley in the bed he once shared with the woman. So when Elijah went home for the holidays, he fought with Klaus that left both brothers in a bloody mess.

"Thank you but I'm fine. A little annoyed that they added a plus one, it's fine I'll ask Katherine to go with me." Elijah says walking over to a drink cart pouring hisself and Marcel a glass of bourbon as the dark skinned male cringed at the idea of Elijah showing up with his other ex.

An idea popped in Marcel's head even if Elijah may not go for it, it'll still be better than Katherine. Elijah looked at Marcel noticing the frown.

"Or how about I give a call to a girl I know and have her meet you. You can take her to the wedding instead of Katherine as we both know Kat will just get drunk and embarrass you." Marcel says as Elijah handed him a glass then stood by the window thinking over Marcel's words.

"Alright, bring her by my office tomorrow morning. I'll love to meet her." Elijah said sipping his drink knowing his brother-in-law was right.

You were surprised to get a call from Marcel, an old client of a client, as you had just gotten back from a trip when he called about meeting with a client and how you should clear out your client list. So you got ready for the meeting, you were an escort that was top payed one and you met Marcel though a client and since then he had been the older brother that you always wanted and a lawyer if you ever needed one.

"There she is." Marcel said smiling as you walked into the lobby of Marcel's work as a smile came on your face when you reached the male getting the attention of people in the lobby.

"Hello Mar, so I get to meet the big man hisself."

"That you do. Just full warning Elijah is, well a little intense." Marcel says leading you to the elevator and to take you up to the top floor. Elijah Mikaelson C.E.O of the best law firm that expanded to finance and Wall Street which you knew a man like him was never short of women on his arm.

The papers talked about his exs, Katherine Pierce the papers nicknamed cold hearted bitch, Celeste Dubois only dated the man for his money, Gia was Elijah's Secretary when they had their fling. Then there was Hayley Marshall who the papers were having a field about with her going to marry Klaus.

"I can handle him." You tell Marcel with a smirk on your red painted lips as Marcel chuckled headed to Elijah's office waving to his new Secretary, Camille. She got up opening the door letting Elijah know that you and Marcel was here, You took off your coat once in the office as Elijah looked up and Marcel noticed how Elijah looked you over.

You dressed in a pencil skirt that outlined your hips as a long sleeved white blouse was tucked into the skirt with red pumps. Your soft mocha skin had a soft glow to it and had long black curls, Elijah saw the jewelry you wore wasn't cheap as Marcel smirked heading out.

"I'll leave you two to talk."

"Give Rebekah, my best." You tell Marcel as he nodded walking out closing the door behind him and you reached into your bag pulling a file as Elijah raised an eyebrow. You gave it to him and Elijah opened it seeing a list of do's and don't as he realized you were an escort which didn't bother him as much he thought.

"You're an escort."

"That I am. Marcel explained it all so don't worry, he also said there be no...."

"No, I'll pay." Elijah said cutting you off as he read over the list making you stare at him taking in the C.E.O as the photos of Elijah didn't do him justice. The man was much more handsome in person, clean shaven, strong jaw as Elijah's hair was style nicely perfectly done dressed in a dark suit and just your type.

"Is there anything else before I leave?" You asked watching Elijah walk up to you placing the file on the table before starting at you.

"Yes, I don't want you seeing anymore clients. I don't share, whatever you need I will pay for it." Elijah tells you as you smirked standing up pulling out your card placing it in his front pocket.

"Call me when you need me then Mr Mikaelson." You say tone teasing walking out with a swing of your hips as Elijah watched licking his bottom lip. Elijah was surprised that he was already attracted to you and thought this may been the best idea Marcel had.

[wehowl]

“I’m going to need you to say that part again. The part where you do it to protect your family.” Paige reaches out, one hand wrapping around Freya’s hand and the other cupping the side of the other witches face. Paige has no delusions about who Freya is and what she’s done; nor who Freya’s family is, she doesn’t need to delude herself.. “You don’t do all these things just because you can, because you feel like it, because it’s fun. You don’t do it for money or power or control; you do it for your FAMILY. That already makes you better than, like, half the witches and sorcerers I know.” 

The Cabals for instance, who do so many horrible things just to have power, to remain on top, to have pissing competitions with each other to prove who’s the biggest and best and most powerful. Witches who sacrifice human lives just to strengthen their own power just because they want to feel strong. People who make deals with demons because they think it will make them BETTER. For themselves.

“I was trying to learn a killing spell for months before I even knew Savannah would be in danger, just so I would have that in my repertoire just in case I needed it. I also knew that there would be the chance that in protecting Savannah, it wouldn’t just be my enemies that could get hurt - and it’s not a notion that sits easy with me but by the gods, I would do whatever it takes to protect her.” It doesn’t mean she’d take joy in it, that it wouldn’t eat at her - and Paige suspects the same is true for Freya. “We are different people, Freya, but at our core? We both will do whatever we have to to protect those we care about. That doesn’t sound vindictive, wicked or vile to me - but I did get kicked out of my coven for it, so who knows.” Her lips pull into a soft smile as her hand moves to stroke Freya’s hair. “You won’t be my ruin Freya. You can't be.”

PROMPTS FOR PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO LET ANYONE CARE ABOUT THEM | PAIGE ( @wehowl ) SAID : whatever they said about you, they were wrong. 

               “Paige – “ The other witch seems so genuine, so convinced, that Freya nearly wishes it to be true. Wishes she could be softer, kinder, better. That she was not like broken glass – impossible to touch without cutting yourself. “I am everything they said about me and more. I’m vindictive and wicked and vile. I have done horrible things, hurt undeserving people, and I will do so again and again without hesitation; anything that needs to be done to protect my family.” She would do the same Paige. But what if, one day, it’s either them or her? What then? “I will be your ruin. Can’t you see? You deserve better.”

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Warnings: Mentions of drinking, death of character 

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader 

Prompt 3: Kissing down the back of someone's neck.

Requested by: @nalledimessi 

You can see the anger rolling off of Elijah. His body is tense, and he reminds you of a leopard ready to pounce on its prey. And you can’t have that, even if Klaus deserved it. Hope was somewhere in the compound and you weren’t going to let her get hurt, even if Klaus had just killed your best friend baby vampire trainee. 

It was a shame really. You had liked Gia. She’d been kind, and the two of you had enjoyed teasing Elijah. She also hadn’t tried hitting on your husband, and had been very respectful of your relationship. That was rare. More often than not, vampires saw Elijah as something to conquer; a status symbol. 

You tug Elijah towards you, and he goes. You whisper in his ear, “Go home. We don’t want to chance hurting Hope. Go. I’ll handle Klaus.” 

His eyes flicker to you, and then he’s gone. 

Klaus smirks down at you from the railing, “You’re going to handle me sister dear?” 

You sigh. You’ve always been able to see through your brother-in-law. “Klaus, whatever plan you’re working, it better be good. Because he is pissed. She might have been a baby vamp, but she was his baby vamp.” 

He’s in front of you a second later, “I thought you’d appreciate me taking care of the competition.” 

“There is no competition. I’ve been married to your brother for a thousand years. Neither of us has ever strayed.” 

Klaus shrugs, and turns away. You place a hand on his shoulder. And he nods at you, “Go calm my big brother down. I doubt he’ll let anyone else near him right now.” 

You vanish a second later. You find Elijah on the couch, a half empty bottle of scotch on the table that was previously untouched, and a half empty glass. You sit down next to him and take the glass. You down it. 

“I hate him.” 

“No you don’t. You love him, and that’s why you’re so mad.” 

He snarls, the veins around his eyes darkening,  “I hate him!” 

You reach forward and grip his chin, “Elijah.” 

His eyes return to normal, “I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you.” 

“I know. Go lay down on the bed and take off your shirt.” 

He raises an eyebrow but does as asked. You grab the lotion and head over to the bed. You make him turn over so he’s lying on his stomach. You warm the lotion in your hands and then start massaging his back. Knots have built up over the past few days, and you take your time working them all out. Eventually, his body relaxes. 

Quietly he admits, “She reminded me of Revna. She made me think of how she would have been.” 

Your hands still and he looks back at you. You bite your lip. It’s been years since he’s mentioned your daughter. Decades actually. Your daughter had been three years old when the two of you had been changed by Ester. When you had woken up, your daughter had been gone, and Ester had refused to tell you where she was. At the time she had blamed what you now were, and had promised that she’d bring her back when you were in control. Now, you knew it was because of Dahlia. But according to Freya, your daughter had never made her way to the witch. 

You bend forward and starting at his hairline, you press kisses down the back of Elijah’s neck.  You continue down his spine until you reach the waistband of his pants. And then you run your hands up his spine to his shoulders. You lay your body down and over his. You don’t think of your daughter often, it hurts too much. Despite it having been a thousand years. 

You lay there, on top of him, for several moments. “She reminded me of her too. I think about it sometimes. How she would have looked all grown up. I like to think that we would have been friends as well as mother and daughter. You would be overprotective. You’d glare at any boy or girl she brought home.” 

“No one would have been good enough for her.” 

And that’s how you fall asleep. You wake up to Rebebkah storming into your apartment. Neither of you startle, but then you see the look on her face. You straighten, and she simply says, “You need to come now.” 

You and Elijah follow her to the Rousseau’s. You pause in the doorway, with Elijah right behind you when you catch sight of who’s there: Ester. And sitting in her lap, looking the  exact same as she had a thousand years ago, is your daughter. 

You nearly freeze, when you hear her call for you in the old language. Then you’re across the room, and yanking her away from Ester. She’s real. You can hold her. You can feel her. You listen as she babbles in the old language. Elijah’s arms wrap around you, and Revna smiles at him and reaches for him. He takes her while glaring at his mother. 

“It’s only been a few hours for her. I put her to sleep to hide her from Dhalia until she could be stopped. And since that moment seems upon us, I told Freya where she was and we woke her.” 

You don’t know what to say. Your hatred for the woman in front of you burns brighter than your hatred for anyone else. But you refuse to waste any time on her. And as you look at your husband's siblings, your desire to end Dahlia quickly becomes your number one goal. You’re determined to keep your daughter and niece safe. But for now, you’re simply going to hold her close.