#freya is about to cut a bitch

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[kar1nsworldx]

Nerdy bloke ♡

pairing: ArthurTV x f!reader

Instagram!AU

SUMMARY: hard launching/soft launching(?) yours and Arthurs relationship - y/n used for reader as i thought it was stupid to just call her 'username' :)

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arthurtv

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arthurtv: 🏂

tagged: @y/n l/n @arthurtv @georgeclarkeey @chrismd @wroetoshaw

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COMMENTS;

user007: arthur is the kind of guy to tag himself in his own post

y/n l/n: yeah it's bc hes a weirdo

y/n l/n: arthur i hate you, kys

arthurtv: :(

us3r: LMAOOOOOO

wroetoshaw: outrages

userly: love to see this group together <3

user777: THE SECOND PIC OF Y/N FALLING???????

usermybeloved: the third pic of Y/N is so cute wtf?????

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: almost died 2day because of these fuckers 🤦‍♀️

tagged: @arthurtv @georgeclarkeey @chrismd @wroetoshaw

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COMMENTS;

georgeclarkeey: we were so close to killing her lads, im sure we'll succeed next time

y/n l/n: fucking hate you clarke

chrismd10: did you really have to post the fifth picture???

y/n l/n: yes ofc xx

arthurtv: that first picture is really pretty, I wonder who photographed it?

y/n l/n: ah yes, my apologies mr.television, heres your photo creds for one single fucking picture 🤲 xx

arthurtv: ty darling

userxo: DARLING????

userumy: UMMMM EXCUSE ME 👀👀👀

wroetoshaw: you did not almost die calm down

y/n l/n: WTF DO YOU MEAN I DIDNT ALMOST DIE???? YOU AND ARTHUR ALMOST DROPPED ME IN THE 3RD PICTURE MATE

usermybeloved: HAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA

arthurtv: sorry doll x

y/n l/n: buy me hot chocolate and i'll forgive you

arthurtv: yes ma'am

xeuserxe: DOLL??? MA'AM????? SIR WHAT

user111: LMAOOOO SHE HAS HIM WRAPPED AROUND HER FINGER SJFBNCNF

freyanightingale: looking stunning girly xxx

y/n l/n: FREYA MY WIFE ILY!!!!!!

freyanightingale: ❣️❣️❣️

xeuserxe: whos that w you on the fourth photo??

y/n l/n: 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

xeuserxe: hmm...

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savinggracepod

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savinggracepod: Can you guees who's on tomorrow's pod? 👀😘

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y/n l/n: can't wait to see!!

savinggracepod: cheeky x

userly: MISS @y/n l/n COME HERE

xeuserxe: AHHH cant wait!! Xxx

user007: ❣️❣️❣️

user777: this is going to be good!

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: was my pleasure to be on the @savinggracepod!!! loved talking about crushes 🤭, social media and so much more! GO CHECK OUT THE PODCAST RNN!!!! new yt video coming out in 2 days xx

tagged: @savinggracepod

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COMMENTS;

savinggracepod: was a pleasure to have you!! xx

y/n l/n: 💌💌💌

usermybeloved: cant wait for the new vid! :)

arthurtv: your new vid is bomb, can confirm

y/n l/n: :)

xouserxo: what editing program do you use?

y/n l/n: final cut pro x :)

xouserxo: tysm!!!

user007: i'm intrested in who this crush is...

y/n l/n: 🤭🤭🤭

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: @sabrinacarpenter i love you please marry me 💍 also photo creds to mr. television @arthurtv for the 5th pic x

tagged: @sabrinacarpenter @arthurtv @arthurnfhill @chrismd10 @georgeclarkeey

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COMMENTS;

arthurtv: can we get married if sabrina says no 💍?

y/n l/n: ya ofc xx

arthurtv: yay x

userly: OH?????

user777: WHAT

usermybeloved: DO YQLL SEE THIS!?!??!?!????

chrismd10: @arthurtv I better be your best man

georgeclarkeey: your obbsession with her is concerning

y/n l/n: "please please please" shut the fuck upppppp!!!! Xxx

georgeclarkey: rude :/

user007: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

us3r: y/n is an icon

behzingagram: you ditched a sidemen shooting for a concert.. great

y/n l/n: okay so maybe I wasnt sick... whoops! 🤷‍♀️ xxx I'll be there next week ♡

behzingagram: you better be you bitch

y/n l/n: oh shut up you fat prick

usermybeloved: LOVE THEM SJFNNCNCC

user111: 💀💀💀

arthurtv: thank you for the photo creds doll

y/n l/n: yea yea ur welcome xx

arthurtv: :)

us3r: 'DOLL' ?????????????

ooouserooo: ARE YOU GUYS TOGETHER OR SOMETHING?????

useredup: "mr. television" just say yall r togetger atp

y/n l/n: nuh uh

useredup: FUCK YOU MEAN NUH UH?????

chrismd10: you were so wasted after this lol

y/n l/n: literally was not idk what ur talking about 🙄

chrismd10: arthur literally had to carry you bridal style because you were falling every 2 minutes

y/n l/n: I just wanted to be carried stfu

arthurtv: next time just ask doll, you dont have to almost brake your neck for me to carry you

y/n l/n: ay bet 💪🤭

user505: NAH WHAT

userly: THIS IS INSANE???????????!????????

user007: EXCUSE ME???? SHE WAS CARRIED BRIDAL STYLE BY ARTHUR???? "DOLL"????? "I WANTED TO BE CARRIED"????????? I AM GOING INSANE WHAT THE FUCK???? THE EMONJI COMBO TOO????? AAAAAAAH

taliamar: looking good x

y/n l/n: says you! xxx

faithlouisak: fit

y/n l/n: ❣️❣️❣️

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: date night was a blast w this nerdy bloke <3

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COMMENTS;

arthurtv: did you enjoy yourself doll?

y/n l/n: oh most certantly mr. television

userly: EXCUSE ME WHAT

useredup: WHAT IS HAPPENING

user007: ARTHUR X Y/N DATING CONFIRMED??????????!??????????

user111: LITERALLY GOING INSANE AND FERAL IF THIS ISNT FUCKING ARTHUR AND Y/N TOGETHER IN THOSE PHOTOS I AM GOING TO MURDER SOMEBODY AND THEN MYSELF TOO WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK

y/n l/n: please don't murder somebody! or yourself! and if youre going feral pls check that you dont have rabbies!! xxx much love (:

user111: NOW IM GOING CRAZY BECAUSE YOU REPLIED TO HOLY MOTHERFUCKING FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ksi: the flowers are pathetically cute

arthurtv: shut up

us3r: OH???????

usermybeloved: SCREAAAAMING

user505: ARTHUR THOSE FLOWERS BETTER BE FROM YOU

geenelly: cuties ♡♡♡

y/n l/n: says you! xx

bambinobecky: happines is a good luck on you girly! xxx

y/n l/n: stfu ur to kind 🫂🫂

chrismd10: about damn time

y/n l/n: oh shut up you inbred twat

taliamar: hope you guys enjoyed the resturant!

y/n l/n: YESSS we did!! double date soon? 👀🤭

taliamar: yess x

freyanightingale: the little bows are so cute 🎀

y/n l/n: RIGHT?????? ♡♡♡

user505: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP DYING

georgeclarkeey: disgusting (said with love)

y/n l/n: literally die (said with love)

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y/n l/n & arthurtv

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y/n l/n: IT IS FINALLY TIME!!!!!! NOT ONLY TO ANNOUNCE ARTHURS AND MINES RELATIONSHIP BUT TO ALSO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHUR!!!!!!! Arthur, Arthur, Arthur, where to start? Well first of all I'd like to wish you a happy 28th birthday my love! I geniuenly hope you enjoyed it, that you liked all of the gifts and that you enjoyed your birthday with the people you love and who love you too! There are not enough words in the english language to describe how wonderful you are, and how much I love you. You're the kindest, most smartest and funniest person I know, with the goofiest smile and silliyest ideas too. The way you care for others and how you always try to include people and help everyone around you makes my love you even more. Arthur you're the Deadpool to my Wolverine, the Sun to my Moon, the fucking love of my life. I love you to fucking death Arthur. Thank you for everything you've given me, and once more I wish you a very very happy birthday my love.

tagged: @arthurtv

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COMMENTS;

arthurtv: Y/n youre making me cry and the guys are laughing this is not funny :( also i love you too ❤

y/n l/n: ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

tobjizzle: happy birthday man! 🫂 so happy for you guys 😇

ksi: happy bday 💪💪💪also congrats too

vikkstagram: 🌟🫂

stephen_tries: hes crying a river y/n

freyanightingale: AHHHHH YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET!!!

wroetoshaw: atp that mans drink will become pure water with how much tears are falling into it

behzingagram: sap

y/n l/n: shut the fuck up

taliamar: 🫂🫂🫂

miniminter: happy for you guys, and happy birthday arthur!

bambinobecky: SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS AAA!!!! Happy birthday!

faithlouisak: 🫂🫂

geenelly: HDHCJCJCJC SO HAPPY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHUR

arthurnfhill: y/n my shirt is soaking wet make the man stop crying

callux: did not expect to see arthur cry 😭

calfreezy: best couple in 2024??? 👀👀

y/n l/n: YESSIR

theburntchip: y/n get that man some tissues pls

user111: MOM AND DAD ARE FINALLY TOGETHER AAAAAAAA

user505: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP DYING THIS IS REAL THIS IS ACTUALLY REAL

user777: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHUR OHMYGOD

us3r: FIANALLY!!!!!!

useredup: YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!! HAPPY BDAY ARTHUR!!!!

usermybeloved: FUCK YEAAAAAH!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🗣🗣🗣

xeuserxe: HELL YEAAAAAAHHHHHHH BABY

xouserxo: ❣️❣️🫂🫂

user007: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHUR!!! 🎉🎉🎉

user707: FUCK YEWAAAH!!!! ALSO THE COMMENTS SAYING THAT ARTHUR IS CRYING????? HDNDJCJJC I LIVE YALL HAPPY BDAY ARTHUR!!!!!

us3r: JDNFJCJC LOVE ALL THE SHIRTLESS PICS 😭😭😭😭

userly: DIDOWJCJDHCHHC THE FIRST PIC IS SO FUNNY TO ME JDNDJCJ HAPPY BDAY AND CONGRATS!!!!

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[wroetojaw]

Hello! 🤍 Could you write something about Ethan making a risky comment about reader and Harry, her boyfriend, gets mad at him and so? ❤️‍🩹🤭

JEALOUSY HAS A SILVER LINING | W2S

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tags: fluff, w2s x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, just a teeny weeny but of violence, some steamy(??) moments, beware guys!!

a/n: thank you guys for all of the support sending love to everyone hope you guys are well!! <3

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"Harry I swear, if you make me late to my own birthday party I'm breaking up with you." You said jokingly, with just a little bit of truth behind your words. He had insisted that you stayed over at his place the night before so that you guys could go to your party together. Your friends had put in alot of effort into planning the party for you and you did not want to be late.

Your boyfriend sheepishly promises that he is almost done getting ready and kisses your cheek hurriedly to 'calm' you before rushing back into his room. And it did calm you down just a little but you would never tell him that.

"Alright alright I'm done! We can g....woah," Harry says, suddenly stopping mid sentence. You were wearing the dress he bought for you on your 2nd anniversary. It was a gorgeous gorgeous black mini dress and god did you look good. "Okay let's go hurry," you rushed, trying to get out of the house on time, before you felt your boyfriend's hands grab your waist, pulling you back.

He kisses you, mumbling under his breath about how beautiful you looked. His mouth started making its way to your neck, leaving a faint-ish bruise before you finally 'came back to your senses'. You put your hands on his chest, gently pushing him away. "We're going to be late," you muttered, feeling flustered after what had just happened. He tries to persuade you into staying behind for awhile. You were considering it but before you let yourself 'fall into his trap', you quickly backed away, grabbing his car keys and pulling him out the door.

When you guys arrived, almost everyone was already there. The moment you stepped into the club, you felt all eyes on you. Even the strangers in the club were looking at you and boy did Harry not like it. He instinctively wrapped his arm around you, hoping the other people would take a hint and back off. He knew you could handle your own if you really felt harassed and needed to fight a bitch, but he would strongly prefer to help you if he had a choice.

As soon as he saw that most of the strangers had looked away and continued doing their own things, he lowered his guard and let go of your waist. You guys made your way over to the VIP booth your friends had reserved and were immediately greeted with open arms.

Freya, Talia, and Faith, the people who had planned the party, were the first few people to greet you and wish you happy birthday. Of course you had other friends outside the Sidemen girlfriends, but you felt the closest to them. After all, you guys have been going out together at least once a week while the Sidemen filmed their videos.

"Y/N you look gorgeous as always! If I wasn't married then, I would have snatched you from Harry." Faith teases, giving the stink eye to Harry, who returns one back before continuing his conversation with the guys. You laugh in response, giving her a tight hug.

You went to mingle and talk to the other guests, and it wasn't long before almost everyone was at least a little drunk. The few who stayed sober were the ones driving everyone home (because we don't condone drunk driving), including your boyfriend, Simon, JJ, but that was only because he was in a diet for his upcoming boxing match, and Faith.

The thing is, when you're even the slightest amount of drunk, just like your boyfriend, you have absolutely no filter. So when equally drunk Talia brought up the 'bruise' on your neck, you couldn't help but tell her what or more so who it came from. When you started revealing more and more intimate details is when Harry quickly cut you off. However, you just ignored him and continued running your mouth.

Now this is where disaster happens. Obviously drunk behz started talking about how good you looked today and before Faith could stop him or slap some sense into him, he said "If I were Harry, I would have wanted to fuck her today too." And then Harry slapped some sense into him. With his first.

Ethan immediately sobered up after that and started apologizing to all three of you guys, you, Harry and Faith. The atmosphere after that had immediately changed. Tobi and Josh immediately went to Ethan to check if he was alright, Simon and JJ came over and tried to calm Harry down, while your friends came over to check on you. Luckily it was about the end of the party so everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.

Ethan and Faith were the last to leave, Ethan still apologizing for what he said. You and Faith both tried to get Harry to talk to Behz, but he stubbornly refused. You asked him to at least let Behz apologise and eventually he agreed, so you and Faith gave them some space to talk it out, while staying around just incase one of them does something stupid.

Eventually, they made up and you made them hug it out. Ethan apologized once again for his words and swore that he would never do anything that stupid ever again. You accepted his apology and hugged him and Faith before you guys went your separate ways.

The ride home was more then just awkward. There was something bothering Harry but you just couldn't figure out what it was. When he drove past your house and headed on the route back to his home, it only piqued your curiosity even more.

When you guys arrived at his house, he turned in his seat to face you. He pulled you in for a long kiss, and only stopped when you needed air. "Move in with me," he says, dead serious. You were shocked. Of course you guys have talked about the future with each other but the last discussion you guys had, Harry said that he was nowhere near ready to move in together. Granted that discussion was a year ago but still, he hadn't ever brought up moving in together since.

"Harry are you sure about this? The last time you," You started off but before you could finish your sentence, he cut you off saying, " I know, I said I wasn't ready, but honestly I've been ready for awhile, I just didnt know how to bring it up. And today, hearing other people express interest in you that fucking killed me and it just made me realise even more that I want to be the only guy in your life if you'll let me. So please move in with me?"

"You don't have to ask me twice." You say as you pull him in for a kiss.

[freyasilverbough]

Just me headcanoning about my oc again, don’t mind me

BG3 spoilers ahead

2am rambles, screenshot because I love her

I think that Freya played a pretty heavy role in the initial assault on Moonrise Towers. She’s got a soldier background, is roughly around 250 years old, and she’s literally a Selûnite paladin. We all know that Ketheric was a Selûnite-turned-Sharran before he abandoned both goddesses for Myrkul, and other paladins don’t look too kindly on oathbreakers. In DnD, paladins are typically the ones basically leading the charge against evil forces.

Because of this, I think Freya was on the front lines, more than likely fighting Ketheric himself when Moonrise fell and the curse was unleashed. She witnessed firsthand what happened that day and could not stop it, and it’s the first time she’s ever had to flee a battlefield.

She feels some insane guilt and self hatred over it, on par with if not exceeding Halsin’s, and she puts away her Selûnite armor in favor of the armor she wore during her mercenary days because she takes the failure on herself and doesn’t believe she’s worthy of carrying her goddess’s symbols anymore, until the tadfools march on Moonrise for the second time. She doesn’t falter in her oath or her devotion per se but she’s lost faith in herself, and her oath keeps her fighting.

She keeps all of this extremely close to her chest until a certain druid is the only one to notice the telltale signs of her rising panic as they near the curse (sleeping less, taking more watch duties in camp, not eating enough, increased agitation, etc). He’s so open with her about his own guilt and struggles with the curse that it starts to crack her inner walls and eventually she tells him everything she knows about that day and it’s the first little glimmer of hope that these two strong leaders can finally lean on someone else for a change during their dark days.

After they reach Last Light she shows Dammon a sketch of her old Selûnite armor and asks if he can make a new suit since hers obviously got left behind when she was kidnapped by the mind flayers, of course we know Dammon can make anything so he gets to work and finishes just before they go to free the Nightsong.

When she puts it on her guilt melts into resolve to set everything right and Halsin sees her tear up for the first time.

Freeing the Nightsong and meeting Dame Aylin is way emotional for her and after they defeat Ketheric, she has long talks with Aylin about paladin of Selûne things.

She does not get along with Shadowheart at all but when Shadowheart starts doubting Shar they start opening up to each other and become inseparable besties after Shadowheart defies Shar.

As a paladin she insists that Halsin spend his magic healing her friends and this pisses him off because she uses nothing but the last dregs of her magic to heal herself, even if she’s practically bleeding out since she’s always taking the heaviest hits (he ignores her and heals her anyway teehee).

Basically Act 1 Freya is a prickly stubborn bitch, Act 2 her gooey center starts to show, and by Halsin’s confession in Baldur’s Gate/Act 3 she’s learned to love and feel and show her feelings again after bottling them up for so long.

I also make Orin take Halsin for the angst, Freya gets capital P Pissed and insists on a 1v1 duel with Bhaal’s Chosen to let out all that rage.

Paladins are so interesting to me, I love them, smiting is fun but the whole concept of their oaths is so much fun to explore and I’m working on a fic for it but unfortunately my stupid job is cutting into my Baldur’s Gate time :(

[iguessitsjustme]

Deep Night Ep 2 Thoughts

Just finished watching episode 1 and I am READY for episode 2. I got my cake. My headache is gone. I’m feeling just as rambly as earlier so another cut for you guys:

Khem is a sleepy boy. It makes me sleepy. 

Who wants to help me kill all street noise forever and ever so I can live a quiet and peaceful life but still live in the city? Any takers? No? That’s fair. 

I still want to hug Pan. I cannot explain it. But it feels like my boy needs a hug. 

Seriously WHO sings the opening? Do you know how hard it is to carry a song that relies to heavily on vocals like this? And the vibrato??? I’m losing it. Not only do they have the range but very obviously they have superb vocal control. Someone remind me to look this up later. 

Khem is a little shit but he did grow on me. I knew he would.

Did he spray perfume on a comb? Actually I want that comb. It looks like a very good head scratching comb.

These two are doing desire very well. I bet they’ll kiss pretty. Well I already knew First does desire well cause of Y-Destiny. Which also you cannot convince me his episodes don’t become poly after. You can take the poly out of my cold dead hands.

Look at that. Still in love with Khem’s mom. 

Pan gets immediately caught by Khem. Love it. 

Bitch you gonna blackmail him to not having you escorted out by using the video you were told numerous times by multiple people to stop recording? I’m gonna steal your phone and oops look at that it fell in the toilet. I’m gonna go key her car too. 

I love Pan. So much. Adore him. I want to put him in bubble wrap and protect him for the pain of the world. At all costs. 

The soundtrack for this show isn’t gonna win any awards but it is very good at setting the tone. 

Oooohhhh so me and Khem are the same. Into the drink. Get rid of the phone goodbye

Drunk Wela is so cute. 

I was right. They kiss pretty.

Oh the hands went right down the pants. I do not know what to make of the music in this scene. Fascinating. 

*eats chip* good thing Khem went and hid all of those pictures just for Wela to immediately find one. 

Wrong conclusion my dude. But not a bad one. I am also Freya’s fan. And future spouse..

Pan is my baby. I love him.

I don’t know how to tell y’all this but I dress like Khem. My cardigans aren’t as nice though. 

This scene in Wela’s mother’s restaurant is just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Please tell me that whole scene has many gifs.

Wela’s mom is precious. Love her. 

If I get interrupted by a loud neighbor one more time I might just start crying. Thank god I don’t have a headache anymore can you imagine?

It concerns me how cute they are in episode 2. Like what is gonna happen? I fear. 

Well now I think I gotta watch episode 3. As it turns out I have no self control. 

[saskiavalentineapologist]

we're going to start the "love and war crash course posts" off with my greatest obsession in the campaign: the Matriarchs.

The Eldari Empire is where the bulk of the campaign is set in. it is ruled by 7 half-sisters known as the Matriarchs. Each of them has their own house/family that specializes in a different school of magic, each rule from their individual cities, they all share the same dad (who we hate). We have a complicated relationship with the matriarchs. Some of them are wonderful. Most of them are bitches. All of them have so many issues. My thought process was such upon realizing the extent of Them:

SO. obviously i am very normal about these women. these seven, powerful, morally grey, issue-having older women.

my boyfriend chase walked right into this one. he didn't see it coming, but he should've, and now here we are.

i am going to introduce each of the matriarchs under the cut. i want to thank korppipoika (linking them and not @'ing them because they don't need to see this) for drawing portraits of the matriarchs for me. I commissioned all of them so my boyfriend could have a poster of them in his room. i am the best girlfriend

so. the matriarchs.

we're going to go in order of age, starting from the oldest and the worst matriarch.

this is Adele Alnwick. her specialization is enchantment. mind control. you might be able to see where this is going.

Adele is on our shit list at the moment because we met an NPC (Badger) who was my character's (Gilt's) childhood best friend. Some shit went down, we got separated from Badger, Adele got her hands on her, and now Badger is evil mind controlled and wants to kill us.

we do not like adele.

we don't know a ton about her. Her whole thing is "house of corrections" type behavior. you go to her city of Athuum, and you either come back changed or don't come back at all. Athuum is subterranean in the mountains and also surrounded by lava.

She has one son, his name is Naite, and naite was mind controlled his whole life and escaped through the lava to get away from his mother.

if that ain't a testimony to the kind of person Adele is, i don't know what to tell you

next up is the complete opposite end of the scale: the matriarch we love the most.

Meet Freya Lovell.

the Eldari Empire (magic) has been at war with the neighboring dwarven faction (Ymir Conglomerate) (science) and the neighboring human faction (The Grand Imperium) (religion) for the past 100 or so years. House Lovell holds the line against the dwarves from the city of Thantos.

...how do i even begin to introduce Freya Lovell

she's half-giant, 10 feet tall. she is gentle. she is kind. she is a warrior woman who bonds with people (gilt) by kicking them through solid stone walls. Gilt views her as a mother figure and a mentor figure, as well as a dear friend. her specialization is abjuration magic. shielding. protection. she has a spell over her city called Heaven's Gate to make sure no dwarven projectiles hit Thantos. Thantos is shaped like a wedge or a shield. her keep is between her people and the battle line.

we met freya at a point where everything had gone to shit so hard in the campaign. we were wanted fugitives, we had no hope, no allies...and we stumbled upon a field where suddenly we couldn't use magic. and she sat in the center, and as we got closer we realized how big she was. she introduced herself, and gave us our first powerful ally, a home base, and hope besides.

i love Freya Lovell.

Freya had a human husband named Nicholas. he has since passed. Freya had two children with him. the first is her son Castien. they never really connected with each other because he was a bookish lad and Freya more readily bonded with his sister, her daughter Kalia.

about two years ago, there was a nasty battle. freya was out of commission after receiving her scars from a dwarven siege monster (think metal dragon) and so kalia and castien went out in her stead.

kalia died. castien lost his leg. after he recovered enough to realize what had happened, he ran.

...for two years freya was convinced she was the only surviving member of her family. and thanks to Gilt and Lost, we've returned her son to her. her daughter's corpse was taken by the Ymir Conglomerate and turned into an elite soldier known as "a Jack" (playing cards type hierarchy). we have defeated kalia, and are currently working on restoring her control so that freya can have her daughter back, too.

i would kill for freya lovell. we are house lovell in this household.

next up

Octavia Gilkes.

so there was an eensy lie in the above description of the matriarchs. the empire used to be ruled by seven powerful hot older half-sisters. four years ago, in a battle with the Grand Imperium, Octavia's mother Augustine Gilkes, the Illusion Matriarch, was mortally wounded. In her final moments, she activated a spell known as the Hell Wall

the hell wall would trap anyone who entered the city of Thannath in a powerful illusory reality that they couldn't escape from. for four years, anyone who entered the bounds of the city was trapped in this illusion and starved to death.

because Augustine died, the matriarch powers were passed to her only surviving child and only daughter, Octavia. for four years an 18 year old girl was trapped in a prison of her mother's making, a prison where nothing was wrong, everything was perfect, and she couldn't escape. she didn't even realize something was wrong, most of the time.

we traveled to Thannath to see if she could be an ally. through a very complicated series of events, we managed to bring the hell wall down. we found octavia ratty, dirty, emaciated, crying in the same room as her mother's corpse.

and we brought her to thantos. and on the way we were telling her outlandish stories from our adventure, stuff that the hell wall couldn't make up. stuff that would assure her that she was back in the real world. she didn't believe us until she encountered freya's curse.

all the matriarchs have curses. part of their magic. we don't know Adele's. Freya's is that no one can use magic within 100 feet, any type of magic. Octavia's is that her emotions take physical form and can get away from her, so to speak (and literally). when octavia's curse got cancelled out by freya, she collapsed into Gilt and Lost's arms, sobbing her eyes out, because she finally realized that she was truly free.

how many times had she been rescued in there? how many times had she believed she was free only to wake up back in it?

octavia is my daughter. i love her to pieces. second best matriarch.

next.

Helena Farraday.

...Helena goddamn Farraday. we don't know much about Helena.

What we do know is that Helena's curse is that she sees everything going on everywhere all the time all at once. she's the Divination matriarch, and literally Sees All. she's the surveillance state embodied in a person.

she never emotes. never smiles. never speaks above a whisper. hardly blinks. she looks like a statue most of the time

she has a loving husband named Actias Farraday who sees everything she is and sees every single weird quirk as a feature and not a bug. he loves his wife to pieces. the two of them have the most wholesome relationship in this whole damn thing. i have written smut about them.

they have four children. two are spies in the other powers. the other two are the secret police.

helena sees the future. but if she tells anyone about it, it changes. so helena is doomed to see everything that will happen to everyone everywhere all at once but cannot say a word about it.

...we have no real opinions on Helena Farraday. she's the one we know the least about. she seems chill, and i have no ill will towards her.

oh the next one is a treat

Ethalind Newmont.

where do we even fucking start with ethalind. she's the matriarch everyone thinks of when they think matriarch. she's 7 feet tall. she's on all the propaganda posters. she's the evocation specialist. literally her thing is destroying people from long range.

she's also a massive hedonist and throws elaborate orgies in the capital. she has had 9 kids with 7 different dads (2 sets of twins). she is the matriarch with the highest kid count. i know in my heart that she has a breeding kink.

i love her.

she's terrible.

her curse is that her magic literally eats her body if she uses it to destroy. her arms are just bone, but her Transmutation sister made her rings that transform her arms back to normal as long as she wears them.

the palace in the capital city of Varantha is white and gold. opulence taken to its extreme. the transmutation sister literally makes gold but ethalind has more of it. everything is white and gold, ethalind is a stickler for it

she shirked her duties, actually. she prematurely passed on the matriarch powers to her eldest son through a magic artifact and fucked off to do...whatever she does in her free time idk.

honestly i support this decision, having magic that destroys your body sucks, she's honestly a girlboss for deciding that ruling wasn't making her happy and fucking off to have fun. i love her for this

we saw her at a party once. she took 15 minutes start to finish to make her entrance and when Gilt told her that she understood the impulse to "set it down" (her responsibilities) ethalind took her out onto the veranda and bitched her out for 10 minutes straight.

she is so insane crazy. none of the matriarchs are hinged in the way they are supposed to be, but ethalind is deranged. she is unhinged. she is such a fascinating npc and i love her. can't wait to see more of her

Lorelei Omand. the transmutation sister i have talked so much about.

lorelei is another one we don't know a ton about. we don't know her curse. she's the first matriarch we met because we were passing through Mymeara and happened to rescue her youngest kid, only daughter, blatant favorite (Lola) from a kidnapping plot ordered by lorelei's youngest son, Dominic.

she turned him to gold as punishment. really horrifying implications for her entire palace being solid gold.

she has four kids, each from a different suitor that was kinda hand selected for her?? she hasn't expressed much interest in like actually pursuing someone herself, she's had people paraded in front of her and went from there.

the only issue i have with lorelei is that she shows obvious, blatant favoritism to her daughter and kinda neglects her sons. listen. freya isn't mom of the year. but lorelei is still worse. she's good with lola!! but not so much with the rest of them

lorelei is the only sister to be half-human, and also doesn't have pretty long hair like the rest of her sisters. she's insecure about it :(

and. hoo boy. oug h. here we go. last one

Saskia Valentine.

she's enemy #2, after Adele. She's my girlfriend's character (lost)'s mom. if ethalind is nuts, saskia is batshit.

saskia killed her nephew (ethalind's youngest) on a live zoom call. saskia fucks otherworldly entities to have kids that she uses as war machines. saskia is the conjuration specialist, and spends 10 years prepping for the fuck of the decade so that she can have another war machine baby. she has 7 kids, 6 horrendously powerful sons and Lost :) 6 different dads, Lost and her eldest brother share the same demon/force from before creation dad in a neat bookending of the bunch

saskia resides in Altensar. nobody knows what in the goddamn hell is going on in altensar. saskia doesn't like sharing, and people tend to not come back if they go up there. she's terrifying.

whenever chase does her voice, i am overcome with murderous rage. i hate her so much every time i listen to her talk. however, she is so incredibly sexy and i want her to step on me. you know? she inspires so many contradictions, and i don't understand how she does it.

lost is something called a "seraph" which we have heard briefly mentioned by a hologram of the matriarch's mutual dad, Adamwyn. we don't like grandpa. im not convinced that grandpa isn't in saskia's basement

OH YEAH

saskia was the youngest and dear ol dad's favorite. which tracks so much to me that it makes me angry. it makes so much sense. she was spoiled rotten by her dad and doesn't even stop to think, let alone think that she might be wrong about something

i love her. she's so fascinating. i hate her. i can't believe how attractive she is. i want to strangle her. if she kissed me i would fear for my life due to my proximity. i want her to kiss me. i want to be on a different continent from this woman at all times. do not let her near me. but i also want to play with her hair and listen to her talk about her evil plans.

she inspires so many conflicting emotions. i don't understand. im in love with her. i hate her. i think she's sexy. she makes me so irrationally angry.

look at them. bitches (affectionate) (derogatory) (conflicted) (confused) (aroused)

and that has been the Matriarchs! they have...so many issues

everyone thank my boyfriend chase for making such unhinged sexy women. everyone say thank you right fucking now

[anime-lover-forever-1127]

Caroline Castle {Klaus Mikaelson/Caroline Forbes}

Caroline Castle

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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "The Vampire Diaries", it belongs to its original creator Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and L. J. Smith. Nor do I own "The Originals", which belongs to its rightful creator Julie Plec, Michael Narducci, Leslie Morgenstein, Gina Girolamo. This is only a fanfiction, it is a piece of nonprofit work - that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release of "The Vampire Diaries" and "The Originals". All of the characters come from the original works. Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the internet/web/online. To fit the story, images can/are also edited (usually by me) using various apps and websites. So these images aren't mine; just edited a lot of the time.

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Warnings: Hayley Bashing, Elijah Bashing, Blood, Klaus is scared of heartbreak, but that doesn't stop him from pinning, Klaus is pinning hard, Klaus is finally working up the nerve to talk to Caroline (Me: and it only took him a thousand years - Other Me: come on leave the poor hybrid alone, he has PTSD from emotions in general), Angst (Because Kol is a little shit who has all the tea but refuses to spill it)

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Requested By: Animeloverforever1127

Summary: Caroline is Lucian's little sister, gets bitten by Hayley, and when Klaus hears what happened, he's more than ready to open a vein for his one true love.

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Today's Special

Would he find her?

Without question.

Would he save her?

Always.

~Lauren Kate

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Caroline winced as she touched the wound that was festering on her upper arm, as its toxin began to spread throughout her body.

"God damn it Elijah." Caroline cursed, wanting to press down on the wound to make the pain stop, but she knew it would only make it hurt more in the end.

Her brother came back to her with a glass of blood, which she accepted with a small smile that was quickly followed by a wince.

"That man sure has a habit of screwing you over doesn't he." Lucian tried to joke, but his smile quickly faded as he saw the blood next to nothing to help his sister. "Damn Elijah and his bitch. I'm going to cure you." He promised, taking his sister's hand in his.

Caroline shook her head, as she shifted so her injured limb wasn't touching the couch. "There's only one cure, and he won't help me. Not after what I said."

"That wasn't your fault and you know it." Her older brother reminded her. "Elijah made you do it."

"It's too late now. He has a child... he has her." Caroline said weakly.

Lucian frowned at the reminder of the hybrid that had bit his sister. "I'm going to get you that cure. You hear me. You're not dying." he said, not wavering.

His voice reminded her of when they were kids, and he'd steal extra food from the kitchen, even if being caught surely meant a fate worse than death. It reminded her of when she was a child, and all she could count on was Lucian. "I give you my word, sister."

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Lucian stormed onto the Mikaelson's property without a care, instantly gaining all the residents that were currantly at home's attention.

Kol, Freya, and Klaus came into the entrance.

The hybrid was surprised to see the first vampire he sired there, "Lucian." Klaus greeted. "Why don't you come in?"

But Castle's only family was at stake here, so he didn't have any time for Klaus' games, "Cut the act Klaus, your plan worked. I'll give you whatever you want. Just give me the bloody cure."

"What on earth are you bloody blabbering on about?" Klaus asked, confused.

Lucian's eyes widened as he realized Klaus truly had no idea what had happened. "What? Your precious baby mama didn't tell you? She didn't tell you who she bit?"

When the hybrid stayed silent, Lucian let out a chuckle, "Here's a hint for you. Tall, blond, gorgeous blue eyes, sun touched hair." Klaus' eyes widened, but the other vampire wasn't done. "Tongue sharper than a knife. You used to call her love, in fact I believe she was the first woman you called that."

"God dammit Hayley." Kol said, letting out a curse underneath her breath.

"Lead me to her." Klaus ordered without hesitation.

The other blond nodded, and flashes out of the room, the hybrid quickly following on his heels.

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"Are you here to kill me-" Caroline asked the man in the doorway, only to be interrupted by a wince of pain as the werewolf bite progressed, "-yourself?"

Klaus frowned, "Do you really think that low of me?"

Caroline remembered the night they parted ways, all too clearly.

How confused she felt, as her body betrayed her. Unable to control any of her actions.

How she begged, screamed, and cried. Trapped in her own mind, unable to do anything but watch as he listened to every world she didn't mean.

How she silently pleaded with him to understand what was happening, that she was begging for help.

But he didn't.

He couldn't see her pain.

He didn't know her at all.

He left...

"Yes." Kol's first sireling answered.

The look that appeared on Klaus face, the hurt, sadness, and betrayal, nearly made her want to take it back. But before she could, Klaus quikly masked it.

Klaus forced himself to steal his resolve.

He didn't know what he was hoping for.

She considered him a monster, incapable of love all those years ago. So why would he expect it to be any different now?

He was tempted to let her die here.

It would be so much easier.

No longer having to worry about the hold she'd have on his heart.

He was so very tempted to.

It's all he could think about on the way here.

But seeing her now.

He knew he couldn't let her die.

He couldn't let her light fade from this world.

He'd rather live with the fear, than live in a world without her.

He couldn't let her die.

As long as he lived, he'd keep her light alive, no matter what it cost.

Be it his own heart.

So Klaus didn't hesitate in using his fangs to slice open his wrist, and brought the bloody wrist up to the blond woman's mouth.

Once the cure worked its way through her system, it didn't take long for exhaustion to win over, and her eyes to close as she fell asleep.

Klaus leaned against her headboard, and let his fingers trail through her hair, like he'd longed to do for centuries.

He's thought about it.

Seeking her out.

It wasn't until three centuries after the incident that he began searching for her, wondering if she was even alive.

It was hilarious now, the notion.

Of course she'd survive.

She didn't just survive, she thrived as a vampire.

At first he'd just kept up with her through the gossip mill informing him of her activities. Then that game of telephone just wasn't cutting it, and he had men follow her from a distance.

This ensured that his influence was always there.

Ready to take care of any man, or woman, that was blessed with her attention for longer than his liking.

But soon, that wasn't enough.

So only a few centuries after that, he began actively seeking her out himself. Never getting too close to let her know, but each time, he was closer and closer.

He's visited her four times personally. Each time, a little closer than the last.

The last time he'd seen her, was after Mikael had burned half of New Orleans to the ground, and he believed his only son to be dead.

He got close enough to hear her laugh.

Her laugh, so light and bright, lightened his burden. As if he was taking his first breath in months.

Yet, the fear of experiencing the same rejection she pierced his heart with that night, kept him away.

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The first thing Klaus did when he entered the manor, was locate Elijah. He flashed to the courtyard, to see Hayley, Rebekah, and Freya there as well.

Without paying the women any mind, he greeted his brother with a right hook to the face, holding nothing back. The blow threw Elijah back several feet, knocking him to the ground.

"Niklaus!"

"Nik!"

"What the hell!" Hayley said, trying to get between them, only to be pushed back by Klaus.

"Oh, don't you worry. You're next." Klaus growled.

Elijah slowly stood up, worried that his brother had finally discovered what he had done all those years ago.

How his one act changed the course of his brother's life completely.

"What the hell were you thinking approaching Caroline, with Hayley! And then letting her bite her. Do you have any idea what could have happened if I hadn't gotten to her in time!" The hybrid shouted, the anger in his voice ringing clearly.

"It had to be done. The Castle's were getting too bold. Hope-"

But before Elijah could finish, Klaus had his hand wrapped around his throat. "Don't." He growled. "Don't you dare use my daughter's name to hurt the one woman I've ever cared about. I've dealt with you daggering me, betraying me, and choosing a bunch of mutts over your own family! All for Hope's protection. But if you so much as think about laying a finger on Caroline, and doing it in Hope's name, I swear to god you will never see Hope again. She may be your niece, but I'M her father." Klaus said, dropping Elijah.

"Niklaus!" Freya tried to chastise. "I get you care for her. But threatening to take Hope away and tear our family apart over-"

But the witch was cut off by her sister, "Enough Freya."

Rebekah could understand where her brother was coming from. She was the only one there through it all, after all. She'd seen her brother's draw countless pictures of Caroline.

How he was caught in an endless cycle of painting her, then burning every single one, once he realized they were only a cheap imitation of her.

How he'd longed to see her one more time, to find out why she rejected him, only for the fear of feeling the same heartache once again, keeping him away.

Klaus then turned to Hayley, the she-wolf taking a step back at the dangerous look in his eyes. "If you ever," He growled, the gold of his werewolf emerging in his eyes, "go near Caroline again. I will hunt down every single member of that family you long for, for so long. And I will kill each and every single one of them in front of you."

Hayley flinched at that, "Y-you can't."

"I can," Klaus corrected her, "and I will. I won't leave Hope without her mother, but I will leave you without your pack. Do you understand?"

When Hayley gave him a shaky nod, Klaus began to walk out of the room. Before he left, he stopped and glanced at his sisters.

"That goes for you as well. Touch her, and I can make Dahlia seem like a dream." Klaus warned Freya, before turning to Rebekah, who already had one of her hands up, and in front of her, stopping him.

"You don't have to worry about me. I got the message loud and clear." The youngest original said.

Klaus gave Rebekah a nod, before walking out of the room.

Leaving an exhausted Rebekah, a confused Freya, a scared Hayley, and a relieved Elijah behind.

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He didn't know if it was misfortune or luck, but it was only three days later that Klaus saw her again.

The hybrid was walking down the city streets, when he caught a glimpse of her inside a coffee shop, reading a book.

She hadn't noticed him yet.

He could walk away. Spare himself any heartache.

Yet, he found himself walking inside the shop. The wind chimes on top of the door, causing her to look up and catch his eyes.

They both froze, unsure of what to do.

Caroline was the first to shake it off, "Klaus," She began, unsure of what to say next.

Lucian had warned her to stay away from Klaus, saying that the serum wouldn't be ready until they got Hayley's venom.

Caroline remembered scoffing and saying she didn't want Hayley's venom anywhere near her body. Swearing that she'd snap the brunette in half the next time she saw her, so he better get the were-bitche's venom before she got inpatient.

Klaus took this as his que to take the seat across from her, "Wasn't expecting to see you here, love." He said, breaking out one of the oldest lines in history.

The woman raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, "Really? I could say the same. This doesn't exactly seem like your scene."

Klaus glanced around the shop. She was right. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have glanced twice at it, and would have just walked right by. Coffee shops, small local events, even farmer's markets, have always been more of Caroline's thing.

She loved supporting local businesses, attending small gatherings, and connecting with the community.

Even after all these years, despite the fact both their hands had been soaked in blood, she clearly held onto her humanity.

"Well the shop artwork was quite inviting." Klaus tried to defend himself.

Caroline laughed, and she glanced at one of the paintings, that was just three lines, painting on a canvas. "You hate this style. You once said that making people pay for splashing paint on a sheet without any emotion was rubbish." She reminded him. "Marcus Rodigo ring a bell?"

Klaus did remember the man. He had the nerve to color in some space and demand 2.5 million for it. Klaus had beheaded him and used it to add some actual artwork onto the canvas.

"I'm surprised you know about that, love." Klaus commented, pleased that she had made an effort to keep a track of his movements, just as he did with hers.

Caroline bit her lip, realizing her slip up. "Kol talks." She said, defending herself. But what she did keep to herself was that she also had the painting that was created by Marcus Rodigo blood, and it hung in one of the mansions she had in Paris. In her defense, it was a gift from Kol, and her mother taught her manners, it was rude to turn a gift away.

"Ah, my brother is always such a chatty cat." Klaus nodded.

"Well what do you expect when you dagger him for decades on end?" Caroline demanded. She had meant for it to come out light, but the anger she had felt every time she heard her friend was daggered, and she wouldn't be seeing him for an undisclosed period of time, made itself known.

Klaus winced at her tone. It was to be expected. Out of all his sireling's, Kol had always been the closest to Caroline. It was reassuring to know that when Kol was with Caroline, he'd always protect her, but jealousy had reared its ugly head more than once, resulting in Kol's unnecessary daggering.

They sat in silence for a bit, before Caroline glanced down at the book she had stopped reading since the hybrid walked in, and put her bookmark in it, and put it down. She sat up straighter, "Why did you save me?" She asked.

He hated her.

She knew he hated her for what she, willingly - as far as he was aware - said to him that night.

He could have let her die days ago.

Yet he didn't.

"I'll always save you." Klaus found himself answering without thinking.

Caroline's eyes widened, not expecting that response.

She'd fantasized about it.

When she was alone, she'd let herself dream about how he'd one day discover that she was under compulsion, that she never meant what she said.

That he'd no longer hate her.

That they could have a future together after what Elijah had done. That they could be happy.

But then, she'd remember how he never questioned why she said those things. Did he not know her at all!

It's been a thousand years, and yet he still hadn't figured it out.

She never wanted to have to spell it out for him, because it would mean he truly didn't know her.

But would spelling it out for him really be that bad?

If there truly was a future for them, wouldn't it just save her the unnecessary heartache?

Caroline opened her mouth, trying to speak, but her breath caught in her throat, as her heart began to speed up.

No.

It wasn't a lie.

It was just easier to believe that she was waiting for him to figure it out.

But what if he didn't care that she was under compulsion that night? That just was forced to do it?

Or worse!

What if he had already figured it out? Then it would mean he knew her, but he truly didn't care.

Caroline closed her mouth, trying to calm herself.

She can't keep waiting forever.

She can't keep playing this same game forever.

She has to...

ShE HaS TO...

"Klaus, Listen." She said, steeling her will. "About that night, there is something that-", But before she could finish, Klaus flashed away.

Caroline sighed, her head falling back. She was finally ready, but it seems he still wasn't.

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"Presenting, Mr. Lucian Castle and Miss Caroline Castle." The man by the door boomed loudly as Lucian and his sister stepped into the room.

Klaus was instantly mesmerized by the blond woman, who delicately walked down the stairs, her hands wrapped around her brother's arm.

Her posture was straight, as she looked down at the party guests, her gaze not wavering away once as she stepped down the stairs with easy, elegant steps.

Her light blue dress fell over her curves delicately, and billowed by her ankles, giving her an angelic look. The crystals that covered her dress shone in the candle light of the chandelier, making her look almost ethereal. Well her diamond encrusted heels, combined with the marble flooring, made it seem as if she was standing on light. Her blond hair was left open behind her.

She looked... innocent.

Like an untainted, ray of pure sunshine.

But only a fool would miss the dangerous glint shining in her eyes.

Lucian may be the monster staring them in the face.

But she was the devil in disguise.

Lucian stopped at the bottom of the stairs, from the corner of his eye he glanced at his sister, who gave him a subtle nod.

The man smirked and began his speech, addressing their guests.

But Klaus didn't hear a single word that came out of his sireling's lips. He knew Lucian's mouth was moving, but all his senses were captivated by Caroline.

He couldn't look away from her. He had tried, and failed.

He couldn't hear anything but her steady heartbeat. It was music to his ears.

He could smell her scent. It hadn't changed a bit.

He wanted to feel her hair running through his fingers, like he did the night she was bitten.

He wanted to taste her lips, like he was freely able to a thousand years ago.

His wolf, was magnifying all those. His hybrid senses, all in overdrive, all focused on her.

Just her.

Lucian soon stopped speaking and stepped down and joined the guests, with Caroline separating from him.

To Klaus' joy, she walked towards him with a smile. But when she walked right past him, he realized she was walking towards Kol, her arms extended for a hug.

Kol laughed, letting the blond embrace him. "How long has it been?" He asked, pulling away.

"Far too long." Caroline said happily. "I haven't seen you since the 1700s."

"Ah, the 1700s, known as the Age of Enlightenment, but it was full of so many wars. The Prussia war, Great Northern War between the Russian and Swedish Empires, and my personal favorite the War of the Spanish Succession."

Caroline rolled her eyes, "All the wars were your favorite."

Kol looked offended, "Why wouldn't they be? All that bloodshed and dead bodies, you can go as wild as you want without anyone noticing."

Caroline sighed, "There are certainly benefits. Shame you were daggered during the French Revolution, you would have loved it. All that chaos."

Kol pouted, "Something I'll never forgive Nik for."

Klaus watched the two's exchange, having to push his wolf down, as it nearly howled with jealousy.

Kol was soon swept away by another party guest, leaving Caroline to walk around, making sure everything was going smoothly. Occasionally stopping to catch up with an old friend.

Klaus waited to catch her alone, the blond woman could see this, and refused to make it easy on him.

So when she finally gave him an opening, he took it without thinking.

"Care for a dance?" Klaus asked, offering her his hand.

Caroline raised an eyebrow from behind her champagne glass, "Why don't you ask Hayley?" She asked, trying to hide the hurt she felt, with anger. From the corner of her eye, she could see the brunette dancing with Elijah, her words ringing in Caroline's head like daggers.

But Klaus refused to let a drunken-one-night-stand, continue to stand in the way of his happiness, "I'm not with her." He told her bluntly. When Caroline didn't look convinced, he added, "She gave birth to my daughter, nothing more. Elijah's the one caught up in her web, not me."

Caroline let out a quiet hum underneath her breath, a small smile finally appearing on her lips as she set her champagne flute down on the tray of a passing waiter, and finally accepted Klaus hand. Letting him guide her to the dance floor.

Once they were in the center, he twirled her around, and pulled her close, as they stepped to the music.

"About Hayley-"

"Don't." Caroline cut him off, "There's nothing there to talk about."

"Exactly. There's nothing there." He said, debunking Hayley's lies, "There was never anything between Hayley and me."

"She's the mother of your child." Caroline reminded him.

"That doesn't hold a candle next to you." He told her softly, meaning every word.

Caroline stopped dancing, and looked up at him in disbelief. She glanced to the side and could see Elijah keeping an eye on them.

She couldn't say what she needed to say here.

"Come with me." She said, pulling him across the floor and out the dining room.

The older original saw this and was about to follow them, but Lucian quickly appeared in front of him. "Elijah," Klaus' first sireling greeted cheerfully, "let's have a chat."

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Caroline let him into a light blue sitting room, with a slightly darker blue couch, with white rectangle lines printed on it.

The woman took a seat, and Klaus was quick to sit down next to her, waiting for her to speak.

Caroline gently placed her hand on his wrist, making sure he wouldn't run away again when she started speaking. The hybrid tensed up, but didn't move her hand away.

"That night... I wasn't in control. Those words weren't my own." Caroline spoke, trying to keep her voice strong, but it was getting harder and harder to speak with each word.

She was unsure whether to continue or not, or if he would even believe her.

"What do you mean?" Klaus asked, confused, unsure if she was really trying to say what he thought she was trying to say.

"I was compelled."

With her three words, Klaus' whole world shattered.

She was compelled.

She didn't want to say those things that night.

She was forced.

Someone forced her to say those cruel things.

"So that night..."

"I wanted to run away with you." Caroline said, unable to contain her tears. "Believe me, I wanted to. But I-" her voice broke, as she began gasping, "I wanted to so badly. But the compulsion..."

When Klaus stayed silent, the women began to tear up even more. "It's the truth. Klaus, I swear it is. Please, believe me." She pleaded.

That snapped the hybrid out of his shock, and he quickly pulled her into his arms, any thought that this may be a trick, never even appearing in his mind.

"Who?" Klaus demanded. "Wanting to know who ruined their happiness." As he asked this, the dots quickly connected in his head.

Even if Lucian had compelled her beforehand, the compulsion would have broken with her turning, and he'd never hurt his sister like that.

Tristan and Aurora couldn't either.

She was like a sister to Rebekah and Kol. They'd have no reason to.

That only left...

"Elijah." Klaus concluded, looking at her for confirmation.

Her small nod was all he needed.

He wanted to storm out and find his brother, and dagger him on the spot. But he needed to know more, his brother would be daggered either way, but this conversation would just determine for how many millenia he would remain asleep.

"Why?" Klaus asked.

"He found out about your mother. He already suspected it. I didn't want to tell him but he-"

"Compelled you." Klaus said, disgusted with his brother's actions.

"He wanted to hurt you. He wanted to make you pay." Caroline said, her tears finally beginning to dry.

Klaus wiped the rest of her remaining tears away gently, "and he used you." He sighed sadly.

"Why didn't you ever come to me?" Klaus asked gently, not wanting to cause her any more emotional pain.

"Multiple reasons." Caroline admitted. "It had been a hundred years, when the compulsion finally broke. But I still remembered the look in your eyes clearly, the hurt, the pain." She said, never being able to forget the broken look on his face that night, or the fact that she was responsible. " That you wouldn't believe me. I thought you'd never forgive me."

"That you would hate me." She said, her eyes becoming watery again.

Klaus quickly pulled her even closer to his chest, "I could never hate you. Even when I wanted to, I couldn't ever stop loving you."

"Then, after centuries, when you didn't chase me. Never looked for answers. I guess I began to question if you ever loved me at all. I guess a small part of me wanted you to figure this out on your own. To prove that you really knew me. That you really loved me." She smiled, "But that was a ridiculous notion. I can't expect you to do everything. You were heartbroken too."

"I'm not without blame." Klaus said, "I should have looked deeper. I thought about that night many times, I've tried to block it out, but the words continuously appear in my nightmares. I haven't been able to look past them."

"And then you saved me from that bite, and in that coffee shop, I wanted to tell you so badly but I began to wonder if you knew all along, and just didn't care." Caroline said sadly.

"You were about to tell me that day." Klaus realized, "But I ran. Like a coward." He said, disgusted with himself.

Caroline turned her body around and cupped his face with both hands, "You are not a coward. We should have tried harder. Fought harder. But wanting to protect our hearts from the pain, doesn't make us cowards."

For the first time in centuries, Caroline finally felt free from the burden she had carried around for centuries, and the constant ache in Klaus' heart finally disappeared.

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Lucian was the one to fight the two. They were caught pressed to each other, Caroline's head resting on Klaus' chest, as he gently spooned her back.

"Well isn't this interesting?" Lucian smirked, his smile widening when his little sister raised her head to glare at him. "I take it the plan's changed?"

"It has." Caroline confirmed.

"Excellent, how will we be making Elijah pay?" The older Castle demanded.

"We?" Klaus raised an eyebrow, "Since when is it your right to punish my brother."

Lucian's smile fell off his face and his eyes narrowed, "Since your brother compelled me and my sister. I was the one who watched her suffer for centuries, not you."

"I suffered for centuries as a result of my brother's actions." Klaus reminded him.

"Enough!" Caroline said, moving away from Klaus so she could sit up properly. "He will be ours to make pay." She promised Klaus, before turning to her brother, "And you can help."

Lucian didn't look happy with the verdict, but didn't argue any further.

"And what about me?" A new voice spoke, entering the room.

Lucian turned around to see Kol standing at the entrance of the room.

"What do you have against Elijah?" Klaus demanded, suspicious.

"Oh, you mean aside from the fact he stood by and let me get daggered for decades, all the well playing the noble brother?" Kol asked sarcastically. "I also can't let him remain unpunished for what he did to my dear older brother and darling Caroline."

Caroline's eyes narrowed, "How long have you been listening?"

"Oh, not at all. I didn't hear a thing." Kol said honestly, with over the top cheerfulness, "I've just known this fun little nugget for centuries."

"What?" Klaus, Caroline, and Lucian demanded at once.

"You knew!"

"How did you find it?"

"All these years and you didn't say anything?!"

Lucian, Caroline, and Klaus asked over each other.

"Now, now. Slow down ladies, despite how much you may wish it. There's only one of me." Kol joked, waving his hands up and down in a 'calm down' motion.

"Start talking Kol." Klaus growled.

"Well, it wasn't that hard to connect the dots. Caroline would never say anything like that of her own free will. She loved you."

"Loves." Caroline corrected.

Kol rolled his eyes, "Yes, yes, present tenses and all that, whatever. Back to my story, meaning I quickly realized that she'd have had to been compelled. I didn't do it, Rebekah had no motive, Finn was a bore even back then. And you were the innocent victim. That only left our dear older brother."

"Yet you kept quiet. Why?" The hybrid demanded.

"It wasn't my place-"

"B.S." Caroline cut him off.

Kol rolled his eyes, "Fine, watching you pin and suffer was a lot more hilarious." He confessed.

"You ruined centuries! For your, what, five minutes of fun?" Lucian asked, not understanding the logic.

"What are centuries to immortals?" Kol said, waving it off. "Plus, you could have coughed up the truth to Klaus just as easily as I could have. It was clearly obvious to everybody else that Caroline would never say those things out of her own free will, well Klaus would continue to pin after her till the end of time. Ironically, only these two masterminds" he said the last word sarcastically, "never realized that they were just as head-over-heels for each other as the day they first met." The youngest original brother reminded Lucian.

"I was listening to what my sister wanted." Lucian defended himself. "You were doing nothing of the sort. For someone who claims to be her best friend-"

"I am!"

"After today, highly debatable." Caroline said, with a harsh sardonic tone.

"Hey, no need to lie now darling." Kol said, offended. "Now, back to Elijah, because even after all this, we all know I'm not enemy number 1 right now."

"What's the plan?" Klaus asked, turning to the love of his immortal life.

Caroline smirked, "Let's put on a show."

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Ok, was Klaus a little too cheesy here? Maybe. But I personally liked it. Plus, he's an artist. Murderous-thousand-year-old hybrid or not, we all know how the artist types are.

I loved this idea of Caroline being Lucian's sister, Klaus' first love, and coming back in TO season 3 so much, I'm going to make this a full story. I couldn't use this exact idea in the story, so I decided to write it as a one shot to see how much I loved this idea, and I loved it A LOT.

VOTE:

For the full book of this idea, I'm going to do a vote. Remember the scene where the wolves are hunted by Lucian's men, I was thinking of just killing Hayley off there. So;

Option 1: Kill Hayley off in chapter one (maybe 2, depending on the episode and chapters lengths)

Option 2: Keep her around for some bashing

What do you guy's think?

As for this "Caroline Castle" work, I did have the whole "show" planned out. But it felt kind of anti-climactic. So I decided to leave it out. Maybe if I think of something better, I'll write a part two for this. But until then, I'm leaving the story off here.

There will also be a blooper for this coming soon. So keep an eye out for that.

Anyways,

KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!

[the-firebird69]

Dave was getting a little sick and mean and I can see it's a problem here my husband's okay and he's very strong and the team is stronger and we do need it but he says this you can hear this guy and you can see that he's having to say the stuff that I'm hearing and he has me say it no he doesn't know that but sometimes I do and I get it and he's controlling himself but he says it's got to be stopped that this is not what we do and tell her and Freya said it yesterday and it's been much better so there's an explanation and it's very apparent and he can see the guy he doesn't know it we hate them okay we hate this piece of s*** Trump and he uses everything as an excuse to bother us and these people are falling down and not caring and it's it's really weak okay what they do is very weak and there's only a few ladies and a few guys and they keep pushing them around and they're horribly stupid these trumpsters are terrible and that doesn't root of it all there are several Mac proper. One of them is Nathaniel Hawthorne and he is a massive massive bitch

He's doing the job and they're going to have him do it and use them up or he's smartens up and he won't stop. He's going to die and he is infiltrated Trump's ranks and is screwing the living crap out of it and he knows it's the job and he gets some support that they're telling the back off my husband and he won't so they're telling him in the law like everyday there's a cut off point they said and he's reaching it and that's when he's not dangerous he turned bad okay it happens to Max and really it's the program that causes it it's not necessarily Mac proper even in the feuds where they have the troops he hurt each other they're not doing this that much and we found out it's true. He says true they don't hold a massive grudges let's see it personally accosted true which is rare and we also found out and here's the good guy out back he says it's Trump and you see neighbor behind threatening again with the shovel and it gets used on him every time he does that and it will this time. And we know who's going to do it too it's a team and it's not us. There are a few others and d****** wants to interrupt. It's Dr landrigan he is a Mac proper and he bought the surgery and we can't reach him because he's a Mac and was supposed to be frustrated at Trump and Trump kept owning it and he's saying what are you doing there I said I can't break into it I can't get to and you'll see what I do and he saw it and said no s*** and he tried backing off our son my husband that is and he did a few things and he found out he's being pushed and my husband started pulling out names and a squawking and blabbing and spewing and they're having you guys do it you're not wicked Strong you're getting angry easy that's one thing to use you know you're inner doings and there's a lot about that stuff despise I do see one weakness they think because they can man handle you they can manhandle anyone foreigners and such they'll treat them very badly so he said it's a ride I said it's what your son says it's a beautiful ride if you let it be. So he's starting to do it and he says it's needed and Trump and sees Tommy f and doing the holes the way he did it is a ride and he's down there working so they're starting to do things finally it took it took a lot of work and for my husband to get money they have to go elsewhere and be impugned and have practically nothing and that's how it is with them they're not really forward thinkers. So we have a problem with them and what they're up to and it's horrible and I need my money back my characters don't have any money and this a****** Trump is sitting on it but it's the Max movie and I have assets and I can sell them and they'll know that I'm selling them so I'm going to think about who to sell it to cuz I need to do stuff and it's ridiculous

Hera and right now I'm Jennifer and I do see he doesn't like the last name the guy who's coming off as a thug or worse he's a slimeball right now I usually is but he's going to see it more because they're going to be saying it cuz you're planning on getting rid of him forever and they want him to know and they're very rude

Zues

Olympus

[aquadreamsiac]

dreamed last night that i was in an anthropology and they were having a secret sale? on these kind of cute kind of ugly pajamas like it was the last few so the prices had been cut to basically nothing. the woman helping me was so enthusiastic she was kind of like miss lady from glow up with the huge glasses. she was saying LET ME GET TKMAXX ON THE PHONE THEY'LL RESELL THESE BRAND NEW PAJAMAS AND THEN YOU CAN HAVE THE MONEY THEY'LL PAY US. just so enthused by me getting a good deal. i was with freya, we left and on the street people from taskmaster were running by and so i ran to join them, we were kind of joking and jogging, some of my parents friends were there too and suddenly some of my uncles? the streets were clean and colourful with flowers dotted around. My uncle asked me about a tattoo on my leg which was new, i was like omg this one!! totally forgot i had gotten it i havent moisturized it or anything! it was an abstract design of a desert, with a glass i think and a desert plant and a vase. for some reason i was topless but i was like deal with it welcome to the human body bitch. we were in somewhere that looked a bit like chelsea/Kensington. OH AND THEN me and freya had got some new sex toys and we were trying to test them out... they were kind of unorthodox shapes lmfao? and we kept getting interrupted.

[rere-the-writer]

Can I request a fic where Elijah Mikaelson is in love with a human!Reader who isn't his usual type of woman. Reader is always getting in trouble and Elijah is trying to save

I love Elijah trying to save the women he love fics. Simping time baby.

Warnings: Fluff, A bit of angst, Elijah being a bit possessive, Hayley being a bitch, A bit of smut

You had been on your own since you were sixteen and taking care of yourself that was until you met Elijah Mikaelson one night at Rousseau's when he scared off one of your clients that followed you to the bar after you got off work. You shared a few drinks with Elijah sharing that fact you were a stripper and for once you weren't judged for it.

Since that night Elijah was became apart of your everyday life always looking out for you. At first it was sweet and you found him to be a gentleman but now you were annoyed.

"Long night?" Camille asked pouring you a glass of your favorite whiskey as you groaned.

"It would be if I could work Cami." You said downing your whiskey and Camille poured you another glass. Elijah had started to show up at your work paying for your whole shift which was a lot of money. Normally you wouldn't have a problem with it as many businessmen would pay for a stripper's whole shift but the other girls were starting to get jealous and your normal clients were scared off by Elijah.

"Elijah being a hand full?"

"Yes! I get at first he was being a gentleman but now he is getting on my nerves." You growled as you felt a hand on your back and you looked seeing it was Elijah.

"Thanks Cams but I am calling it a night." You said huffing annoyed paying for your drinks walking out and Elijah followed after you.

"Well you fu...." You were cut off by a every brave vampire had grabbed you and was about to bite you. Elijah was quick to kill the vampire then caught you when you tripped over yourself.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." You tell Elijah pushing him away making him smirk. Elijah knew you were annoyed with him and angry with him following you everywhere. But Elijah couldn't help himself for being drawn to you.

"Why do you deny that you are mine?"

"What?! I don't belong to no one!" You growled glaring at Elijah as he couldn't help but find you just gorgeous with the fiery anger in your eyes.

"But you are. When you let me feed from you." Elijah tells you as you glared harder remembering that night you found him hurt nearly bleeding out by your apartment building. You brought him into your apartment cleaning him up and letting him drink from you unaware that you became his.

"You can't hold that against me!" You yell at Elijah then a squeak came from you when Elijah was suddenly in front of you. Elijah put an arm around you gripping your chin kissing you pulling a mewl from you letting him deepen the kiss.

"I am not holding it against you. It is true, you belong to me and if it was up to me you wouldn't have to work again."

You were flushed heart racing as you looked at Elijah shivering as he cupped your cheek rubbing it with his thumb. You knew Elijah well enough now to know he wasn't a man to let go of something. So you swallowed deciding to give into Elijah completely, you gently tugged him down brushing your lips lightly against his.

"Then take what is yours." You whispered looking up at Elijah seeing a dark glit in his eyes. Suddenly you were pressed up against a bedroom wall as Elijah kissed you roughly. Moans and growls filled the room as you both tore at one another's clothing.

You choked out a moan arching when Elijah had set a rough brutal pace once one the bed. Elijah wasn't going easy on you as if you had broke whatever self control he had.

"Elijah.." You panted out cupping his face kissing him hungrily feeling him grabbing your legs moving higher placing one leg over his shoulder the other in the crook of his arm. Elijah leaned back looking down at you seeing your hair damp by sweat face flushed gripping his sheets tightly.

"You take me so well. Is my baby going to cum again?" Elijah asked watching you throw your head back mouth hanging open shaking when he began to rub your clit.

"I.....I..I can't." You tell him turning your head burying your face in the sheets as Elijah smirked leaning down not letting up one bit.

"Come on baby. Just one more." Elijah says latching onto your neck as you shook and whined under him. You felt the air leave you arching off the bed clinging to Elijah biting down hard on his shoulder as you cummed hard with Elijah growling lowly following after.

You fell back against the bed feeling weak as you panted Elijah smiled brushing the hair from your face as the bite mark you left was healing. Elijah gently kissed you then peppered you neck with kisses.

"If....I knew...this was what...I get for giving in....I would have done it months ago." You panted as Elijah chuckled getting up and gently began to clean you up.

"Any lesser man wouldn't have cared as much as I did." Elijah said pulling you into his arms smiling as you kissed his chest.

"Next time....I'll show you my talented mouth." You tell him trying to leave marks on his neck. Elijah laughed pulling you closer kissing you gently.

"I look forward to it baby." Elijah said rubbing your bare back kissing the crown of your head. You woke before Elijah and carefully got out of bed stealing one of his botton ups then grabbed your panties glad he didn't torn them.

"You must be the stripper." You heard someone say as you had gone down to get a snack and water. You looked up seeing it was Hayley, you knew who she was as Elijah told you about her when you indulge him with a private dance.

"I'm......"

"Look I don't care. We both know what you are. A gold digger. Let me guess you let Elijah pay for a few dances, then manipulated Elijah into bed to use him."

You swallowed hiding the pain of what Hayley said and normally you could take it as you were use to wives coming to yell at you. But this hit harder for some reason and you didn't know why. You looked at Hayley.

"No...that's not...what I'm."

"Really? Elijah had spent a lot of money on you and now you are sleeping with him. I think we both know that is a lie. Elijah needs someone better that isn't some lonely stripper." Hayley said as you stood up leaving the kitchen as Hayley stood there arms crossed.

You were on autopilot putting your pants on grabbing your shirt not changing out Elijah's and grabbed your purse looking at a sleeping Elijah. You decided to not leave a note and left the compound not seeing that Hayley was watching.

"Are you sure?" Your boss asked frowning handing your last check to you. You had told your boss that you were quitting and thank her for taking such good care of you.

"Y...y...yeah I just...need something new." You said normally a strong woman but Elijah had soften you. As you used to now being taken care of, able to feel safe for once but what Hayley said hit too close.

"Okay suga but know you are always welcome back. You're family." Your ex boss said hugging you and you hugged back. You said goodbye to the bartender, Andy, and bouncer Daniel both were like big brothers you never had. Once you got your boxes in your car you left New Orleans.

It hurt to leave but you knew you could run into Elijah a little too easy and you knew you'll crawl back to the vampire. You drove until you reached New York finding a tiny apartment and settled down there.

"Where could she have gone?" Elijah growled as Freya was doing a locater spell which was being proven difficult. It only took Elijah an hour to noticed you had left not only his side but the city.

"What is going on?" Hayley asked seeing an angry Elijah and smirking Klaus as Freya was trying to locate something.

"Elijah's little dancer had ran away."

"Oh? I didn't know you were dating." Hayley said thinking she kinda knew who Klaus was about but she wasn't too sure.

"Little wolf they weren't dating. More like the girl belongs to Elijah. But for some reason she left." Klaus said smirking devilishly making Hayley nervous thinking Klaus may know something.

"Belonging to him?"

"I saved her from a client that was too pushy. We talked shared a drink then a month later I was wounded bleeding out in front of her building. She cleaned me up and allowed me to feed from her."

"Since then she is the only one he feeds from unless it is a blood bag." Klaus said surprising Hayley as she looked at Elijah.

"Is that a normal vampire thing?"

"Yes and last night I finally got her to fully give herself to me. But someone has sow seeds of lies in her so once I bring her home. I will find who drove her from me."

Elijah's tone was dark and Klaus stood seeing the red door opening. While Klaus knew what you meant to Elijah, he didn't think you were red door opening worthy.

"I am sure whoever's responsible brother, didn't know how much Y/N meant to you." Klaus said slowly as Hayley looked at Klaus shocked. Now Klaus over heard that morning now he was planning to tease Hayley but now knowing Elijah's red door was opening. It was different.

"Do you know something Niklaus?" Elijah asked calmly too calm as Klaus knew he could take Elijah, Klaus knew Hayley wouldn't have a chance. And before Klaus could say a word he was glad Freya interrupted.

"She is in New York." Once those words left Freya, Elijah was gone. Klaus looked to Hayley.

"Pray Elijah, gets her back Hayley as there is so much I can do to calm Elijah." Klaus said as Hayley let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

You had just gotten off work feeling sore as the new place you danced at was more demanding but the tips were bigger. You locked your apartment door dropping your bag and keys on the hall table and kicking off heels.

"I would have gotten you a bigger place." You nearly screamed when you saw Elijah sitting in your chair.

"Elijah wh...." You were cut off by Elijah giving you a heated kiss lifting you up by your thighs. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss as Elijah growled deeply taking you over to the chair he was sitting in.

"Now baby. Why did you leave and don't lie." Elijah said pulling you closer as you swallowed seeing the dark glit in his eye the same one he had before fucking you silly.

"I ran into Hayley and well......" You trailed off insecurities you had long forgotten came flooding back as you realized the reason it hurt was because you were in love with Elijah.

"Baby, what happened?" Elijah asked gently wiping the tears at fell from your eyes. You took a shakey breath looking at Elijah seeing his eyes soften.

"Hayley called me a gold digger, telling me that I used you and told me you need.......someone that wasn't a lonely stripper."

Elijah felt a flare of anger for what Hayley had done but focused on you placing soft kisses on your skin reaching up behind you unzipping your dress.

"If anyone needs better baby. It is you, remember I chased you. You could never use me as you are too good for that." Elijah says undressing you slowly until you were in only lingerie.

"But...." You were silenced by a kiss as Elijah held the back of your head gently tugging on your hair. You moaned softly rolling your hips but Elijah stopped you with his other hand.

"I need to punish you for leaving and coming to me about this problem."

"Before you can I just say I love you Elijah." You tell him flushing as arousal flooded your veins seeing the dark look Elijah gave you.

"I love you too baby." Elijah says softly picking you up as he stood up taking you to your bedroom. Indeed Elijah's punishment was one you wouldn't forget as he took you to a place that you didn't know could be reached.

You panted laying on Elijah as he traced random patterns on your bare back as you both whispered I love yous. You both knew you weren't going to let the other go any time soon.

[ketamineharry]

I Love Me - Harry Lewis

Requested - Yes ~ can I request an ethan/Harry one where the reader is curvy (bigger boobs/bum/hips etc) compared to Talia + Freya and the other girlfriends and they are on holiday with everyone and the reader feels a bit insecure and scared of what everyone will think when they look at photos, have photo shoots and insta comments, love you and your writing!! 🤍

Trigger Warnings: Body image issues, self-confidence issues

Authors Note: This was originally requested as a holiday, but I changed it slightly as my most recent imagine was a holiday themed one. I hope you don’t mind!

As you entered the restaurant, an uneasy feeling took over you. Usually, being seen out in public with your friends, and your boyfriend Harry wouldn’t phase you — but over lockdown, you had put on a few pounds. Expressing your emotions in a healthy way, had never been your forte so when the lockdown restrictions hit, instead of going to the local pub to drink your sorrows away, with a group of friends you had turned to eating. Comfort eating had become the norm whenever you felt sad, lonely, happy, or to put it more accurately whenever you felt anything.

While you had been piling on the pounds, Talia and Freya, had been keeping to a strict fitness regime. So naturally, they looked incredible. While you just felt deflated. To make matters worse, this was a Sidemen dinner, meaning that not only were there going to be pictures, but eyes were going to be firmly on your table.

Instinctively, as you walked you grabbed for Harry’s hand. Thankfully, he was slightly in front of you, so you could hide yourself behind his broad frame. As soon as your fingers entwined, you found a sense of serenity; despite how short lived that may have been.

As the others crowded around the table, trying to figure out seating arrangements, you focussed your energy in trying to remain calm. All you wanted was to have a seat on the outskirts, so that you wouldn’t have to participate in the group Instagram photos. The self-loathing from the way you looked in this moment was enough to fuel your insecurities for a good few months, you certainly didn’t need the constant reminder on Instagram too.

Luckily, you managed to secure the seat you wanted. Josh, being the father of the group dictated where everyone else was going to sit. Usually, there was a rule of thumb that you sat in couples; but you had ended up sitting in between JJ and Freya. Harry was on the opposite side of the table, his phone in one hand, completely engrossed in an app, knowing him it was most likely Twitter. However, in this seating arrangement you felt sick. Your one lifeline, although not ridiculously far from you, had been cut off. You were going to have to brave this one out.

The waiter approached the table and introduced themselves. He had a cheery disposition until they made eye contact with you, their fake customer service smile fading as he served you his best judgemental glare. It lasted a split second, but you knew what it meant. The feeling of being out of your depth was confirmed in that look, it wasn’t just you that felt it, it was felt by those looking in on this dynamic of people. Why would they want to associate themselves with you?

“And for the lady?” He asked, glancing over at you again. His demeanour changed once more. You remained silent for a moment, mulling over whether to ask for what you actually wanted or order something that you didn’t want to avoid more disapproving glares.

“May I suggest the chicken caesar salad.” He adds, knocking you out of your stream of consciousness.

“That would be lovely thank you.” You respond. The last thing that you wanted was to cause a scene. In fact, the thing you wanted most was to be ignored, unseen. It was blatantly obvious what everyone was thinking, where their stares ended up… all on you.

The plates of food started to arrive, being placed before everyone. You looked around, envious. Their food all looked insanely good, Talia had mac and cheese while Freya had a vegetarian lasagne. To say that you were covetous, as you chowed down on some lettuce, was an understatement. Just some flavour would have been nice.

The same waiter came back to see if anyone wanted any desserts, Harry ordered a chocolate cake with some whipped cream and Freya ordered a cheesecake, Ethan wanted a coffee, the others weren’t really bothered though. What was made apparent, was that you weren’t even asked by the waiter.

Freya turned to you, a sympathetic look on her face. “Are you ok?” She asked, as she placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” You mumbled unconvincingly, certain that Freya could pick up on how you were feeling. She had been sitting next to you the entire time after all.

“Let’s go to the ladies yeah? I’ll just text Josh to let him know what’s going on.” She said, as she retrieved her phone from her bag. She quickly sent the text before she grabbed your hand and directed you to the bathroom.

Freya held the door open for you, as you both walked inside, she went over to the sinks and climbed up on top of them. Crossing her arms. Inspecting you slightly.

“So, spill… what’s wrong with ya?” She questioned, with a small reassuring smile.

You took a deep breath in and out, as you tried to steady yourself. As much as you loved Freya, talking about your feelings to anyone was a challenge that you faced daily. It was hard enough being open with Harry about your feelings, and he was the person that you trusted most. Never mind one of your closest friends.

“I hate the way I look.” You confessed, as you subconsciously started to tug at the dress you were wearing. It all of a sudden felt too tight, too claustrophobic, as if the material had shrunk from the time it took you to walk from your table into the bathroom.

“You and Talia, you are both gorgeous and slim. I’m not that way at all. You can wear whatever you want and look good. If I so much as looked at a belly top, people would be disgusted.”

Freya remained silent, letting you ramble on about how much you hated your body and what you looked like. How out of place you felt and what you wish you could change about yourself. When you were finally finished, she jumped down off of the counter and engulfed you in a hug.

“Don’t you ever, ever feel like you aren’t good enough. You are the funniest person I have ever met. You make me belly laugh every single day. You spread so much positivity, and you make sure that everyone around you feels loved. I am slim, but do you know what… I’d kill for a rack like yours.” She whispered, as she comforted you.

“As for that asshole waiter who has been making you feel like shit all night, don’t think that no-one else has noticed it, because they have. They’re all too polite to embarrass him in public, but trust me, he’ll get his comeuppance. Now, wipe those tears and let’s go show him what a fucking bad ass bitch you are.” She laughed, as she grabbed your hand once again, as she led you back out to the table.

The bill was laid out on the table, the seven cards were placed on top of it as you rejoined the group.

“Here she is.” Harry beamed, as he reached out for you. You went and gave him a hug, before taking your seat again.

As the waiter collected the bill, Harry called him over. “I’d like to give you a cash tip, can you follow me outside so I can draw the cash out?” He asked. The waiter nodded, a gleam in his eye. Harry gave you a gesture, letting you know to follow him.

Once you were outside, how cold it was finally hit you. It made you recoil into yourself.

“Yeah, the tip I wanted to give you was to never, and I mean never try to ridicule my girlfriend about anything.” Harry said, swiftly connecting his right fist to the waiters cheek.

“Run.” He shouted, as he grabbed your hand, your feet pounding on the floor until you reached the car. You were both panting, leaning on each other for support.

“You do know you’re still a ten out of ten to me. No matter what.” Harry smiled, as he placed a kiss to the top of your head. “Now let’s go and get a McDonalds, because I know you’re still hungry and it’s your favourite.”

[thenexusofsouls]

Muse: Freya

[Bio and other information below the cut!]  

Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: Canon character from the 2016 movie The Huntsman: Winter’s War

FC: Emily Blunt as Freya

Race: Human (natural-born witch/sorceress by virtue of her mother)

Age: 20-30+ (verse-dependent)

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Demi-heterosexual/Demi-heteroromantic

Occupation: Princess, queen, conqueror, agent, Avenger, etc. (verse-dependent)

Family: Parents (deceased); older brother, Finn (deceased); older sister Ravenna (deceased? sort of? verse-dependent); daughter, Isabella (deceased)

Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: war, child abuse, child death; infant death; being burned alive; kidnapping; torture; grief; violence; gore

Negative Personality Traits: Arrogance, condescension, cruelty, deception, not always standing up for herself around her sister or anyone else who genuinely intimidates her. When Freya is actively trying to suppress her emotions and her natural empathy, she can be a completely cold bitch, no pun intended. She’s unfortunately very good at setting aside her own emotions to do what she thinks needs to be done for the sake of her laws, the perception of her people, or how she believes the world works.

Positive Personality Traits: Despite her banning love in her kingdom and saying that it’s a sin she’ll never forgive, Freya loves... so hard. She has a very deep heart that is easily hurt, and the only way she can protect it is by trying to wall it off and ignore that it even exists. When she cares about someone, she can be a very warm and selfless person. The trouble is drawing that emotion out of her after she starts down the path of repressing her emotions and true self after the death of her daughter.

Strengths / Abilities / Magic:

Hypothermophilia: thriving in cold environments and resistance to damage from cold/freezing

Spontaneous ice generation: creating frost, ice crystals, ice walls, ice spikes, etc. with simple gestures or touches of her hands

Icy breath: causing a gust of frozen/freezing wind with a scream or shout

Terramorphing and spontaneous cryogenesis: converting and freezing warm or temperate landscapes, altering their atmospheres, temperature, and surface topology into frozen tundra

Cryogenics: flash-freezing living tissue and preserving it in a still-viable stasis condition, with intent to safely preserve; successful revival is possible

Cryoprecipitation: precipitating (bringing out of solution, making solid) proteins in blood at very low temperatures, literally freezing someone’s blood in their veins, with intent to kill

Intra-tissue ice crystal formation: generating ice crystals inside someone’s muscle and organ tissues, causing extensive damage and bleeding, with intent to kill

Animal affinity: taming large savage creatures as mounts, able to use smaller creatures as scouts or messengers

Illusion projection: conjuring images of things and people that aren’t there, or of events that never happened, using her own ice as a mirror or screen to display the images

Mental manipulation: seeing inside the minds of others, getting information from them by forcing her influence into their minds, and seeing the memories of others

Magical construct creation: creating magically-animated ice owl constructs

Scrying: seeing over long distances, through the eyes of her magical constructs

Weaknesses / Phobias / Triggers:

Heat intolerance (weakness): experiencing fear, anxiety, physical weakness, difficulty breathing, disorientation, and mental fog when in hot temperatures for an extended amount of time

Pyrophobia (phobia, trigger): being made extremely anxious, fearful, or angry by close proximity to fire and afraid of its effects (resulting from how her daughter died as well as from her heat intolerance)

Philophobia (phobia, can sometimes be a trigger): being afraid of love, but more importantly, an aversion to loving relationships for fear that they will not be maintained; fear of being betrayed by a loved one; sometimes triggered by witnessing the loving expressions of others

Emotional suppression and repression (weakness): she can only keep her true self, her emotions, and her capacity for love and empathy held back for so long before she must release or express them, either in private where no one will see, or otherwise it comes out in a torrent of emotion she can’t control, causing her decision-making abilities to suffer; because she has been doing this for years, the release of emotion sometimes causes panic attacks, sobbing, shaking, dizziness, difficulty breathing, or even fainting

Background: 

Freya was born into a family with a long history of sorcery and witchcraft, the youngest of three siblings. Nearly all women in her bloodline going back for centuries have been capable of great power. Said power is awakened at some point in life, usually at a turning point, either at puberty or at a moment of great emotion. Her mother gave her older sister, Ravenna, the ability to remain forever-young, but at the expense of the lives of others. In a time of war and strife, she sought to give her eldest the means to survive and protect her younger siblings, Finn and Freya.

Freya never found her magic as a child or teenager. She reached the age of twenty and still hadn’t awakened, but that was fine with her. She wasn’t concerned about it. Ravenna was, for she wanted her sister to help her in her ongoing endeavor to conquer as many kingdoms as she could. Having been the victim of a conquering king as a child, Ravenna harbored a sharp animosity for kings and conquerors, so much so that she sought to outdo them and take their lands for herself. Disgusted by how easy it was for a beautiful woman to ingratiate herself to a king and then gain access to him enough to kill him, Ravenna did this repeatedly to king after king, land after land, seeming never to be satisfied.

Finn and Freya followed her, and while Finn seemed to want to be Ravenna’s faithful servant, Freya was not much more than an innocent bystander. She watched the lands, kingdoms, thrones, and courts come and go with passing curiosity, not really understanding her sister’s thirst for conquest but nevertheless supporting her because... she was family. That is, until... she fell in love with a young duke in Ravenna’s latest acquisition. He was charming and nearly as innocent as Freya, but he was engaged to another. That didn’t stop them from meeting in secret, and Freya gave herself to him completely. That love and innocent surrender resulted in a child. Ravenna knew even before Freya did that she was pregnant, able to see such things with her magic. A daughter, she would have.

Ravenna tried to warn Freya that her lover would deny her and her daughter in favor of his already-existing engagement but Freya was much too idealistic and naïve to believe her. She had faith that the duke would claim their child and marry her, eloping with her to start another life elsewhere. He wrote to her, telling her as much, but on the night they were to marry, Freya instead noticed the tower where her infant daughter slept alight with flames. Running frantically to see what had happened, she found her daughter burned to death in her crib and her lover apprehended near it, claiming that he “had no choice.” It was in that moment that Freya’s magic awakened, and she screamed out her grief, sending an icy gust of wind towards the duke, freezing him where he stood and shattering him into a thousand pieces. Her hair turned white, her skin translucently pale, and she would come to be known after this point as the Ice Queen.

From that moment on, innocent, idealistic, and naïve young Freya died. She no longer believed that love conquered all, or that love was anything wonderful and beneficial at all. She retreated to a barren mountainous land in which she nestled, turning the landscape into a barren, frozen wasteland. There, she built her castle and began collecting children who would one day serve her, “for if she could not raise a child, then she would raise an army.” She began conquering villages, towns, and then whole kingdoms, taking the young children from them and bringing them to her icy fortress. Once there, she told them that, “Love is a trick, played by the cruel on the foolish and the weak. In my kingdom, there is but one law: do not love. It is a sin, and I’ll not forgive it.”

In her grief from being betrayed by her lover and having lost her infant daughter, Freya became delusional. She believed that love always ended in tragedy, betrayal, and cruelty. Deeply, she believed this, for the alternative, that she had simply been the victim of random and terrible circumstances of human nature, was too difficult to face. And so, although on the surface her actions may have seemed cruel, to conquer lands and take their children, Freya fully believed that she was saving these children. As she said to them, she had freed them from the burdens and treacheries of love, “and in return for this precious gift, I ask only one thing in return. Your loyalty.” The sad things was that, even though she could not admit it to herself, she loved all her children, and genuinely cared about their well-being.

She had her soldiers train these children, day and night, endlessly, honing their skills, until they became her highly-skilled Huntsmen. Sending them to war, Freya was able to acquire numerous territories surrounding her own, expanding her kingdom outward as far as their ability would take her. Each new territory she conquered, she acquired more children that she had “liberated” from the bonds of love. Her goal was to rid the world of it, vile and cruel thing that it was.

However, at her core, Freya was a traumatized, damaged, fragile, and lonely individual. She grieved the loss of her infant daughter even a decade later, and she sometimes had trouble denying her natural capacity for love and empathy. Freya... has a deep heart, capable of intricate and involved emotion, and so to prevent accursed love from infiltrating it, she has had to practice numbing herself. in the moment she can wear a cruel face and do what needs to be done, uphold her law, mete out justice, and remain unchanged, solid, strong, devoid of emotion. But... only for so long, for that is not her true and natural nature.

It was a condition she had forced on herself and others because truly what she has suffered could not have been a cruel outlier of human nature. Truly it could not have been just bad luck, or a rare heartbreaking happenstance. No, love always ended in betrayal and pain. Deceit and violence. Yes, and so she must never allow herself to be vulnerable to it again. And she must protect the children of the world from it. Because acknowledging that something terrible had happened to her that didn’t need to happen, that didn’t always happened, and that didn’t have to happen to others... would break her. So it was this... the belief that it was a primordial truth, a solid axiom, that love was the ruin of all whom it touched... that sustained her and kept her from folding under the weight of her own grief and trauma.

It wasn’t until much later that Freya learned the truth... that her lover never had any intention of betraying her, and he had only killed their child because Ravenna had magically compelled him to do so. Ravenna had done this because her magic mirror told her that Freya’s child would one day grow to be fairer than she. That, and she also wanted her sister to finally awaken to her power, because two sorceresses were more powerful than one in her quest for domination of as many kingdoms as possible. Learning this, Freya turned on Ravenna, unable to forgive the sister she’d loved and trusted for killing her daughter.

Verses:

Canon verse (young Freya, medieval fantasy setting, around age 20): At this age, Freya is innocent, trusting, loving, shy, and naïve. She believes that loves conquers all and has an ideal view of it. She has big hopes for the future, including being a mother. Unlike her sister, she has no ambitions for her own kingdom someday and is instead content to hope for a quiet and simple life of being a wife and mother. She doesn’t yet know the horrors, betrayal, sadness, and strife of the world and has led mostly a privileged existence.

Canon verse (older Freya, medieval fantasy setting, late 20s into 30s): Years after the death of her child and lover, Freya is a cold, calculating conqueror set on “unifying” as many kingdoms as possible under her banner and “liberating” as many children as possible from the burdens, dangers, and weaknesses of love. She builds her army of Huntsmen from the children she “liberates” from the villages and kingdoms she conquers, and they in turn help her expand her kingdom even further. Despite the one law of her land, she does love her Huntsmen, thinking of them as her children and letting them fill the empty void in her mother’s heart.

MCU verse (younger Freya, modern setting, with Hydra): Freya is part of Hydra’s experiments, put into them by Ravenna to figure out why her powers have not yet awakened. Being both a witch and a mutant, Freya’s magic is awakened by the mind stone. Hydra’s cruel treatment of her sours her heart, at the very least turning her against her captors, and at most starting her on a path to potential villainy. 

Kamar-Taj MCU verse (can be young or older Freya, modern setting): Freja goes to live/train at Kamar-Taj, either as a young sorceress trying to learn how to control her powers or she’s semi-kept there on probation on the road to becoming a reformed villain. Both verses would be after the death of her daughter.

Trainee Avenger MCU verse (younger Freya, modern setting, with Avengers): Not wanting to follow in the footsteps of her villainous siblings, Freya leaves them and joins the Avengers following the death of her child, choosing to use her powers to help other innocents like her daughter instead of turning to evil. She’s quiet, withdrawn, shy, and claims to be uninterested in friendships or relationships. The truth is that she’s achingly lonely and sad and would give anything for some sort of meaningful companionship.

Reformed Villain MCU verse (older Freya, modern setting, with Avengers): Freya, Finn, and Ravenna were enemies of the Avengers. Finn and Ravenna were killed, but Freya surrendered, ultimately becoming part of the Avengers on a trial basis as part of her potential rehabilitation. She feels very alone and not altogether accepted by her new teammates, and finds it difficult to connect with them.

[mieczyhale]

1. Work has been A Lot. I worked 9 hours yesterday and 8 1/2 of them were consecutive. I work part time at a church okay, those hours don't happen.

2. Life has been A Lot.

3. Freya's birthday was sunday and i am still not doing okay about it - wasn't the whole week before it either tbh

4. The date of her passing is like.. two weeks away so i'm just gonna keep being Not Okay About It

5. My wrist & hand have been acting up again so it's been Wrist Brace Time. At least i have one that's a bit nicer now

6. Knees?? Bitches. So I have a knee support dealio now (4$ at walmart, nothing fancy) Both my knees are rude sometimes but the left is worse so there's support on hand now

7. Like the 600 year old cryptid i am i have back problems. Have for years. It means I can't stand for long periods of time without pain & doing things where i have to move around a lot get cut short. So, since nothing else i've tried for it helps, i said 'fuck it' and got a back brace. Will report back on that product once i've worn it a few times

tldr i'm not having a funky fresh time so if you don't hear from me outside of likes or reblogs for awhile, and maybe tags, that's why. i'm not ignoring anyone or trying to be a bitch. okie doke?? okie doke.

p.s my freya!posting is also on hold bc of all this. she deserves only my utmost attention and my attention is everywhere rn

[cottoncandyjester]

Thought this would be fun to write

Warning this contains: yandere behavior, violence, toxic behavior, drugging

The objective was simple bring you back dead or alive then the one they love will be theirs forever. To think that your husband would use your own child against you was insane! Here you were, stumbling through the woods, blood dripping down your arm. There was a town just on the other side of these woods if you can get to it you’ll be safe!

Just when you took another step forward an echoing laugh made you shudder with fear, this was still your baby..maybe you could convince them into stopping? As The footsteps got louder that option seemed to be your only one..

Indigo:

A knife whizzed past you, missing you by a hair and instead hitting a tree. “Stay still will you? It makes it harder to kill you.” Indigo said as he threw the blade in the air only to catch it. You faced your son with horror, taking a step back. “You’re okay with doing this?!” You snapped out, indigo paused before turning his head away now laughing.

“Pffft, you’re so lame. You think I wouldn’t? If doing this means that dad will help me score lyric..” indigo paused, eyes starting to glaze up as he grinned “I’ll kill you 100 times again and again, love makes you do craaaazzzzy things~” he purred out as he walked towards you.

“It’s your fault for escaping, you don’t wanna be with dad anymore so that means you don’t wanna be with me. That kind of betrayal can’t be accepted” he hissed out lowly. From the look on indigo’s face, he wasn’t able to be convinced, you either had to fight or run..the thought of attacking your own kid made your chest hurt.

“I don’t wanna fight you” you said softly as you stool a step towards indigo, reaching a hand out to him “come with me..let’s run away together” you said softly only for in to quickly shove the blade into your hand, anger in his eyes.

“And risk losing the one I love?! Absolutely not!” He snapped as he watched you scream in pain, he looked like he was having fun “I’m sure dad won’t mind if you’re all cut up a bit before i return you” he said lowly as he kicked you back making you fall.

“Talk about payback for all those time you bitch and moaned about random shit, this is gonna be great to release all this pent up anger.” Indigo said as he stood over you…it was over.

Camilo:

The loud gunshot made your flinch as you turned around, hearing soft humming as camilo stepped behind a tree “peek-a-boo! Hiya!” He chimed out as he waved the pistol in his hand, smile bright like he didn’t just shoot at you.

“C-camilo, whatever dante promised you. It isn’t worth it!” You snapped out making camilo hum “but it is worth it, I have two loves so I have to work hard to make them both mine, Ah hard work for a polyamorous boy like me but once I set my mind of someone I can’t let them go~” he cheered out

You watched as he checked the magazine of the gun, now creating some distance between the two of you but stepping back, looking around for some sort of weapon.

“I’ll have to reload soon, hmmm I just need to hit your leg then I can bring you back to papa” he said cheerfully. “You’ll do this to me?! I’m your parent! How could you want to do this?! ” You snapped, this made camilo pout “you sound selfish when you say that. Mama and papas are supposed to do anything to make their child happy, even if it means getting hurt or dying” he said softly as he walked towards you with a confused expression.

“As a parent, you should be jumping with joy at the thought of wanting me to be happy. Freya and shiro might actually be my partners if I bring you back! That’s so amazing, they are so cute! Freya is so pretty! She is so sweet and loving, and shiro is so creative! He is a little wild but he’s fun” camilo gushed before sighed

“Stay still, I’ll shoot your leg and bring you back. You don’t have to die” he said softly with a smile. The thought of returning to dante made your skin crawl in utter fear, without thinking you pounced camilo attempting to snatch the gun from him. He fell back with a gasp, trying to kick you off as he struggled with you, a loud bang made you jolt and a ringing filled your ears.

The bullet grazed your cheek before flying past you. The ringing put you in a state of shock for a moment which made camilo push you off, utter rage in his eyes at the sight of his outfit all dirty.

“I was gonna just hurt you and bring you back, but now…now I wanna kill you” he hissed out with a pout. Camilo shot you in the arm, the pain making you hold back tears and screams as Camilo kneeled down infront of you

“This shirt was pretty expensive yknow, I wanted to look adorable when I returned you, in case freya and shiro would be there but now..” he hissed out looking down at the dirt smushed on his clothes “you ruined that! Ugh, so rude l!” He snapped before he tried his best to relax and gave a slight grin “I-it’s okay. I still look just as cute, now come on..let’s go back” he cheered out as he helped you up, now making you walk infront of him as he pressed the gun against your back “you lead the way, try anything funny and I’ll shoot okay?” He cooed out with a sigh

“I love you, so let’s be a happy family again.”

April:

April emerged from the woods, tears running down her face as she shakily held a large metal bat “I don’t wanna do this, so let’s go back..please” she begged out as she walked towards you. It was clear that theo was probably threatening her in some way.

“I love you,I-I don’t get why you would leave” she said softly and looked down “don’t you love me?” She asked. You walked towards her and hugged her close “of course I do! I love you more than anything, I can’t stay there though..come with me, we’ll run away and be happy” you cooed out.

April sniffling before she looked up at you “I can’t, not without poppy. She’s my sunlight.” She whispers out, eyes dull as she gripped the bat “i want you to come back on your own, but you won’t do that” she said in a firm tone that became weak once more as tears ran down her face

“He’ll kill her if I fail, I-I know he will. That’s why I can’t lose. No matter what!” She snapped before swinging the bat hitting your arm that you threw up to protect your face. You staggered back now running, you wanted nothing more to take her with you but that wasn’t a choice right now.

Oiwa

Yuki was deranged for having your son hunt you down, but from the sight of the arrow that just grazed your cheek he found you. “You are being stubborn, just stay still” he said softly as he reached back and grabbed another arrow.

“One shot is all it takes, it doesn’t matter if I kill you or not. All I have to do is return you to father” he said softly. “What did he offer you in return that would make you do this?!” You snapped as you watched the male pause what he was doing at your question. “He promised to help me capture a boy I like. His name is Ryu, he’s fragile..like glass. He’s elegant and graceful despite being so fragile, he’s a little older than me but I think that’s a charm I could quite enjoy” as oiwa spoke he smiled now letting his guard down.

“Y-you’re doing this for a boy!?”

That was not the right thing to say, in a matter of seconds oiwa had aimed the arrow at you a scowl on his face “he isn’t just any boy. You insulting cow!” He snapped out in anger.

You tried to run but the arrow hit your back, causing you to fall “that arrow tip is covered with an poison that will numb your body so it’s best to relax” he said as he kneeled down shoveling the arrow into you deeper, ignoring your gasps and whimpers. “That’s for thinking ryu is just any boy. He’s as amazing as a field of flowers, as beautiful as fireworks during a summer festival” oiwa hissed out before he got up and took out his phone from his pocket.

After a few minutes of silence he spoke again “I have them alive. Bring my reward, or I’ll slice their body into pieces and throw it into a river” he said firmly before glancing back to you now walking over and kneeling down, stroking your hair.

“Mhm..I understand” he said as he spoke on the phone, your entire body was numb you tried to move but couldn’t. You were stuck like this, at his mercy. Oiwa hung the phone up now looking at you “father’s coming, he’s bringing my lotus flower..my sweet ryu, I’m so happy” he said softly with a laugh. “I’m sure he’ll forgive you if you apologize, okay?” He asked out

[imagintheworldaway]

Used Pt 2

Anonymous said: Hello i loved your post “used” with Harry and i just wanted to know if you are planning a part 2 in the future?!?

Anonymous said: Loved your most recent imagine of Harry! Can you plzzzzz make a part 2 of used, where she’s a bad B and becomes even more successful and she’s better off without him? Thank you!

A/N I loved that you guys loved the first one! I went through a few different ideas / endings for this one and I think I'm happy with the outcome! warning it is a long one so strap in!

Used Pt 1 can be found here

Requests are open!

That night at Harrys apartment felt like a life time ago. The breakup wasn’t messy as neither of us addressed it really, I archived all of my posts of him and he had done the same for me and that was about it. It didn’t take the fans to catch on but what can you expect, they know more about me than I do. it had been almost 6 months to the date, not that I was counting or anything but I honestly felt like Harry was my soulmate at the time. Oh how love can blind you. 

The past few months I had submerged myself into my channel and my fans. I had done an array of meet and greets and was interacting more with them, and honestly my love for YouTube was restored and I felt like a whole new person. I had had a full make over and due to this my channel had grown immensely and I had hit 50 million subscribers, a huge achievement which I never though would happen. it was amazing to see the amount of support I was gaining from my fans and how much I had grown, from a naive teenager to a young adult. I had received an overwhelming amount of support from my friends. When Harry and I broke up they tried not to take sides but It was evident that that couldn’t last forever and I was ok with that. 

I had just finished a meeting with my manager at her office. With my new look and attitude brands seemed to swarm at me and I was gaining so many new opportunities it was kind of crazy. It was like I was a completely different person and it seemed to be working in furthering my career. I got in my Uber and made my way to my new apartment, after the break up I felt like starting a new was best and so I moved into my new multi million apartment in knightsbridge. It was nice to be in an area by myself as it meant that I had more privacy and was able to truly live my best single life. Plus a tour of new apartment left many of my friends in awe, and honestly I loved that I could show off all my hard work. 

I thanked my Uber driver and made my way to my apartment, once inside I collapsed on my sofa and kicked off my heels, which I was still getting used to in all honesty. Having changed from living in baggy jumpers and old trainers was a bit of a shock but I loved wearing my more out there wardrobe, with tighter clothes and higher heels, my makeup always done to perfection, I always felt like people had their eye on me and I felt amazing.  My change in personality and look hadn’t gone unnoticed either, although they didn’t say anything I could tell my friends liked my new attitude, after wallowing in self pity for a few months I think they’re happy that I’m back and stronger than what I was before. 

I still thought about Harry from time to time. How I not so secretly still had one of his jumpers and when I was alone id wear it, just to feel his embrace once more. When we had initially broken up it took him less than two days to send Freezy round my apartment to drop off my box of things and to request his stuff back. I know Freezy felt bad but what choice did he have if Harry wanted to erase me from his life then so be it. More fool him, I had grown so much and if he was truly clout chasing then he should’ve stuck around a little longer. 

I woke up to my doorbell ringing. I must’ve fallen asleep on the sofa. I stretched a little when the doorbell kept ringing. “Jeez I’m coming” I mumbled to myself. I pressed the array of buttons for who ever it was to get through the front gate and after a few minutes I opened the door to reveal Talia. “Have you been sleeping?” She giggled at me as she walked into my apartment, propping herself up on one of my breakfast stools. “Hmm, oh yh, busy day” I laughed closing the door and standing the other side of the breakfast bar looking up at her. 

“Soooooo” I edged her to start talking. “Oh right sorry, your release party, Simon was pestering me to ask you if a certain arsehole could come?” She said the last part in a sheepish tone. Fuck, my release party I completely forgot, I had had so much on my plate that I forgot I was opening a club and releasing my own line of spirits. I stood up looking at Talia with a confused look “why the hell would I invite my ex to my release party?”. I reached up and grabbed two wine glasses pouring us each a glass of rosé. Passing over a glass to Talia as she pondered her reply. “Honestly I said the same but apparently all the lads feel bad as everyone we know is invited except for him” she swirled her glass of wine and took a sip as I copied her mentioned. In all fairness it was rude that I invited everyone but him, plus it was going to be the event to beat, and I had a few spaces on the guest list. “T, I don’t know” I shrugged at her sighing. “If I was you id tell him to stick it where-“ Talia started before I cut her off “I know, I know, it does seem a little harsh, I have invited so many people and, well, you know what fuck it, I’ll get my manager to add him to the list if you let him know” I decided. Talia looked gobsmacked, I had never seen her this speechless in our lives. “Are you sure, he’s a dick like you really don’t have to” she said cocking an eyebrow at me. “Look its not fair, plus there’s going to be hundreds of people there and the likelihood of us actually interacting are practically 0” I stated. Which was true, there was going to be just about the whole British YouTube community there, as well as some celebrities and journalists, and I would have my team around me at all times so the chance of him even getting near me is slim. 

That night Talia and I had gotten wasted, watching movies and just have a nice little girly night. However, right now I was shaking in my heels. My hair and makeup had been done to perfection and I was in a body hugging dress which showed off all of my curves perfectly. I looked almost like a model that’s how good I looked. I of Course was going to be the last to arrive at the venue, I needed everyone to be chatting with flutes of complimentary champagne when I entered so all attention was on me, as conceited as this sounds my publicists and manager had worked months for this to run as perfect as possible. I arrived at the venue and I could hear the music from outside “you ready?” My manager, Lucy asked. I nodded my head and made my way through the back entrance. I stood behind the stage door with a mic in one hand and a bottle of my own vodka in another. “Deep breaths, you’ll smash it” Lucy smiled at me, I just nodded and plastered on a smile, I heard the music die down a little and the door opened and I made my way on stage. An eruption of applause and cheering began from my friends and guests. I smiled taking it all in for a moment before I raised the mic to my mouth. 

“Thank you all so much for being here today and supporting me in my new business venture. If you would have told me a year ago that this is where I would be I would have laughed. These past few months I’ve grown more than I ever have, my channel, my business and more importantly myself. I can’t thank you all enough for the continuous love and support, without you guys or my fans I wouldn’t be where I am today. So id like you to all enjoy a complimentary glass of my new Vodka and enjoy yourselves. Because tonight is about friends and loved ones. So let’s get wasted!!!” I recited my speech cheering at the end. I got a mass amount of applause and cheers and I smiled looking over the crowd. I could see all my friends together happy, the way it should be and I smiled until I saw him, he actually came. My smile faltered slightly and my breath hitched in my throat. I quickly shook it off and made my way to the stairs, exiting the stage. I was quickly engulfed in a mass of hugs and bodies, people I knew and some I didn’t all congratulating me. 

I had done it I had made it and all on my own. 

After about half an hour I made it over to my closest group of friends. They all cheered when I went over and I did a mock curtsey, careful not to reveal too much. I got handed a glass of something and started polite conversation. “We’re all so proud of you” Gee gushed “you’ve done so well I can’t believe that you are basically the most sought after name at the moment” freya added. “ I couldn’t have done it without you guys” I smiled. “Oh shut up little miss humble” Ethan who had clearly had a bit much to drink already. “You’re  the queen of UK YouTube, you have your own empire going and you built it all yourself” he grinned at me before smothering me in a hug. “You need to be in more of our vids then maybe we’d be doing just as well as you” Simon commented earning a laugh from the group. “Here’s to Y/N the baddest bitch I know” Talia toasted and everyone joined in. I smiled as we fell into polite chatter. “I’m just nipping outside” I informed my friends smiling at them before making my way to the balcony. I leant over the edge and smiled, nothing could ruin my life right now. I thought to myself. That was until I heard footsteps approach me from behind and the body heat of someone I could recognise in an instant next to me. “Before you say anything I’m here to congratulate you” Harry said. I kept my gaze forward, not wanted tears that I didn’t know still existed for him to spill. “I’m so proud of you, honestly I am, so are my family, they miss you, I miss you” I turned my body and met Harrys gaze. I studied his face, he had bags under his eyes and the usual scruff on his beard was longer than he usually kept it, his hair was also scruffy, not scruffy like usual but tangled and unkept. He was wearing smart trousers and a nice button up shirt, no blazer, Harry hated formal clothes. “Thank you” was all I was able to say as I smiled at him. “You know, with every day that goes by someone reminds me how I fucked up and should have kept a death grip on you, that you were the best part of me and now I’m just some boring kid who plays Fifa” I half chuckled at the end. I felt sorry for him, it seemed that I had grown and succeeded and that Harry had stayed stagnant in his life. “Harry, I, I don’t know what you want me to say” I looked at him with sorry eyes, I think maybe I still loved him, but I had been doing so well without him I just I didn’t know whether I wanted to kiss him or kill him. “No I, I get that, I was a dick. I was in a rut and I took it out on you. And well honestly seeing you do so well without me just shows how I was holding you back. I’m proud of you, I’m happy for you, honestly I am bear, sorry Y/N” we had made eye contact at this point. So many memories came flooding back to me. Our first kiss, our first date, the nights we spent talking about what we wanted to name our children, and how we wanted to have a house in Guernsey and one in London. How we were going to grow old together and never let the other go. 

I broke my gaze when I heard Lucy call my name. I took a deep breath. “I loved you harry, with all my heart, with all my being and I was willing to stay and love you no matter what. I think I still do love you. But right now I need to focus on me, my empire has only just started and I don’t want us to back peddle. The only way for me is forward no mater if you’re there with me or not.” I spilled my heart out to Harry before I heard Lucy call me name again. “Sorry” was all I could say before I headed back inside. I wiped a stray tear from my eye and took one last look at harry, I had left him so broken. But now was time to put me first Y/N is number one in my life and as much as I wanted to fall back into my old self I couldn’t. I had made promises and shown that after heartbreak you can build and make yourself stronger than before. And I was not about to throw it all away.

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Retrospective: Illustrated Merlin Alphabet Challenge

Finally finished the Merlin Alphabet Challenge, so here's the artist notes no one asked for! See below the cut for comments on each piece by order of creation. Be warned folks, it's a long post.

Before we begin: credit to @merlin-gifs for the challenge, which can be found here. It's awesome, go do it.

First thing you should know is I did probably 80-90% of these while on phone calls or in Zoom meetings and that's reflected in the simplicity of most pieces -- the compositions aren't complicated, the lines aren't refined, the coloring is slapdash. If you noticed variation in quality of the pieces, that's why!

Second: I tried to focus on trying something new for each drawing. Didn't always happen, but this challenge did succeed in helping me push me out of my own comfort zone.

Without further ado...

A is for Arthur Pendragon

Textures, baby! Brushed metal of his armor, scratchy linen texture of his shirt, wispy softness of hair and skin. I'd recently gotten my tablet out of storage after a year of figuring out where the hell I was going to live and this was one of the first pieces of digital art I spent time on. Glad it was Arthur kicking us off!

B is for the Beginning of the End (1x08)

Fun fact, I did not draw this with my tablet. I drew it with my work computer's touchscreen. It was awful, would not recommend.

C is for Camelot

I wanted to get used to different brushes, so landscape of the castle it was! There are brushes that help with drawing grass; I did not use said brushes and my wrist hurt afterward. That being said, I really enjoyed working on this and it was one of the few pieces I didn't do while multitasking.

D is for Daegal

Also drawn on my work computer's touchscreen, not my tablet. I didn't learn my lesson from B and the experience was even worse. This is my least favorite piece which sucks because it's Daegal so I'm slated to redo this sometime in the near future. Gotta do our boy justice.

E is for Elyan

Oh, I adored drawing this. Elyan often gets shafted in terms of fandom appreciation so I made sure to choose Elyan for this prompt and to participate in the Elyan fest. Plus, I love a good ghost story and figuring out a way to include the druid spectre was fun. Didn't multitask on this piece because Elyan deserved my full attention.

F is for Freya

Ho boy. This piece. I have such mixed feelings on this drawing. Really really didn't like it after I'd decided it was done and very nearly scrapped the whole thing. I had a vision in my head that I just couldn't render into reality and it frustrated me SO MUCH. Looking back, I like it much better than I did when I first created it.

G is for Gwaine

What can I say, he's pretty when he's cold. I didn't stretch too much with this one -- it's my normal drawing style, I was just trying to find a brush that mimicked the softness of pencil.

H is for Hunith

Another one that didn't stray too far from my comfort zone. I was stupid sick and slammed at work, so a motherly Hunith manifested herself. I blame the bad brush choice on the cold medicine.

I is for Isolde

I woke up and chose violence! Tried to vary my figure drawing style a little in this piece but my brain resisted, resulting in... this. Not mad at it, but not happy with it either. Poor Isolde.

J is for Juggling

Ah, this lovely piece was drawn during a particularly vexing meeting at work. Fun fact, there's another version of this line art that's less about Merlin's stress and more about mine.

K is for Knights of Camelot

Continuing the theme of doodling through bad news and shit meetings. Like I said above, normally meeting doodles aren't complex because I'm concentrating on something else. This one was more involved because I didn't want to concentrate on the meeting. I have a few issues with this from a technical standpoint (perspective, my nemesis) but it's still one of my favorites. Tried some funky coloring technique, didn't hate it.

V is for Vibrant Colors

And here is where we said fuck the rules and started going out of alphabetical order! This one was really fun to do and I loved kicking off Albion Party with this as my first submission. The colors were a challenge (as I hoped they would be) and this is the first time I had to do some color tweaking midway though and after finishing the coloring process. Vibrant Arthur, my beloved. This started as a multitask doodle but took dedicated time to finish.

O is for Old Religion

The concept for this one was buzzing in my head for a bit before a quote-prompt solidified it. I adore the thought of more visible, tangible representations of Merlin as the son of the elements, of "magic itself" -- not just sun-gold eyes, but sea-water hair and sandstone-skin. A complement to the vibrant Arthur portrait.

S is for Sorcerers

When I said I wanted to challenge myself, I wasn't kidding. Ho boy, this was fun but frustrating. I wanted to completely illustrate a gif. So I did. Will I do something like this again? Maybe. A while from now.

M is for Morgause

See above -- same illustrated gif style so at least I was able to reuse some drawings. Poor Morgause ended up looking a little wretched here because I was mentally done with this when I was drawing her. Love the concept of tarot cards + Merlin but others are doing it so I won't continue this series.

Z is for Zzzz

This one was specifically done to test out some custom brushes I made in Krita to make abstract background drawing easier for me. I think they turned out well! Plus who doesn't love bb iridescent Aithusa.

L is for Leon, P is for Percival

Quick, minimal doodles of the boys! Mentally, I was going for a Brady's-style retro ensemble cast TV show credits feel. Not mad at it! Some boys look closer to their actors than others (I think my brain broke drawing Percy, my apologies to Tom Hopper).

T is for Tristan

It wasn't until after I posted this that I realized there was more than one Tristan in Merlin. Could have drawn Isolde's bf but I drew Ygraine's dumb jock undead brother instead. Had some fun with dark greys and blacks here regardless.

Q is for Queen Annis

Best royal in Albion, bar none. I tried a different coloring technique here and I kinda like it! may make it my go-to but we'll see. Old habits are hard to break. Also: our queen deserved more badass clothes.

X is for Arthur X Merlin

Oh, be still my shipper heart. Doodled and colored during a meeting. I had hoped to spend more time on it outside of multitasking but alas, work is a bitch. This one is slated for a rework sometime in the future; I adore the concept too much to let it go without creating another version of this that isn't an utter mess.

U is for Uther's Ward

And here's my attempt at forgoing line art. Not fun, do not like.

Y is for Young Warlock

Channeled some pain into this one. Those are the dead eyes of someone who had been told that he'd succeeded when his friend died. That the destiny he'd been expecting to carry on his shoulders into old age was done and dusted before he turned 30. Grief plus the existential dread of the aimless immortal. Oof. One of my favs.

N is for Nimueh, R is for Rising Sun, W is for Will

And we end on this sorry offering. I was away from home for a while without my tablet and I just got tired of waiting. So, pen doodles at the airport. This was a challenge in its own right because 1. pen only and 2. I wasn't able to pull Netflix up for a reference on the fly. Which is why Will's face is obscured and Nimueh looks.... not like Nimueh lol.

In summary: this was a goddamn joy to do. I finished 26 letter prompts in approximately 21 weeks, which exceeded my own unspoken goal of filling one letter per week. I found a good, happy corner of the Merlin fandom after a years-long hiatus away from being a fandom creator. If you did make it this far with me, thanks for reading my inane comments and giving this little project even a moment of your time -- I'm so grateful.