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[rjthirsty]

Gilbert Predator/Prey

Words: 2,600

Tags: Biting, Female Reader, Possessive Behavior, PIV sex, Smut, Kinktober2024, creampie

A/N: @moonstruckmelancholic requested a Predator/Prey with Gilbert, with a quote prompt that is in also in the fic as part of my 100 followers event. I hope I did it justice.

Prince Gilbert never took his eye off you.

He watched as you made your way through the social circles in the ballroom. Chatting with other men. Laughing at their jokes. The way they touched your shoulder, your arm, your lower back. You never reciprocated, but they were touching you and you were not theirs.

He watched as you danced with nearly every Rhodolite prince. The way they all doted on you. The way they held hands with you. The way you smiled when they leaned close to speak privately to you. You were gorgeous in the way you moved about the room, but you were being led by someone else. Someone who you didn’t belong to.

He watched as you glanced around the room, feeling someone’s gaze on you. Your eyes found his. You’d quickly avert your gaze. No one was supposed to know the two of you were close. So close. And with a renewed attempt, you’d continue to be part of the merrymaking ignoring the way he watched your every move.

When you excused yourself, Prince Gilbert was waiting outside the restroom, the hallway deserted save for you two. Your heart thumped a warning. His cane thumped the wall, preventing you from moving past him. He stepped close - so close - to mutter in your ear. “The next hand that touches my pretty little rabbit will be broken.”

The threat causes you to tremble. Or was it the way his breath gusted against your ear? Was it from excitement or fear? The tiny thrill you got from his promise of violence was not something you wanted to admit or look too closely at.

His gloved fingers trail from the nape of your neck down your spine to the swell of your ass. Your lips part in a silent sigh of longing, hoping there would be more, but his cane lowers from in front of you and you knew he was dismissing you. Letting you go for now.

You press your lips back together and take a breath to calm your rapidly beating heart. Knowing you've been released from between the black tiger's claws. He was toying with you. Showing you how easy it was to corner you and set your heart racing.

Returning to the party, your thoughts were preoccupied. Thoughts of him. Thoughts of what he does to you– with you. His threat repeating each time someone spoke to you, suddenly more conscious of who reached for you and moving out of their way.

No one touches you but him.

You look for him among the crowd. Surely he's watching. He's always watching. But from where you can't tell. You can't find his hungry eye or sharp grin. Perhaps it's a ploy to get you to let your guard down. Perhaps he's nearer than you think and as soon as an accidental touch reaches you he'll make himself known with violence and power.

Perhaps it's time to retire to prevent such a thing.

As soon as you cross the threshold to your room you can feel it. He's there. The air hums, vibrating inside you, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end. Slowly, cautiously, deliberately, you close the door, turning the lock into place.

You've trapped yourself with him. You turned your back to him. You're showing him how much you trust by putting your neck between his jaws and hoping he doesn't crush the life out of you.

Like the monster he is, he coalesces out of the shadows. You can't see him, eyes pinned to the door just like he pins you there. His body behind you, pressed against you. His hands trace your curves. His voice sweetly purrs, heated breath on your neck. “You've pleased me, Little Rabbit. Coming to see me right away.”

The familiar feel of luxurious leather slides under your jaw as his gloved fingers trace to your chin and over your throat to come to a rest on your pulse. You already know by the way your chest is pounding that he’ll be pleased with how it’ll flutter under his fingers. This time you know it isn’t fear. This time you know it’s excitement and the thrill of what is to come. Will he be rough? Will he be kind? How will he conquer you tonight?

His free hand makes quick work of the laces holding your dress together. Much too quick. In a matter of seconds, your fancy gown is nothing more than a splendid pool of color encircling your feet.

Your heart beats harder. Beats faster. His lips touch the curve of your neck and you can feel him smiling. He's pleased. Then his teeth sink into flesh and the pain that accompanies his love sears a mark into your skin.

You cover your mouth to prevent the cry that threatens to spill from you. Fingers press tight to lips pursed and teeth clenched. Gilbert relents on your shoulder, his tongue soothing the burn that he inflicted upon you. His cooler temperature helps ease the pain. His tongue velvety soft as he laps at the angry mark.

Your fingers fall from your lips and a sigh floats out of you. Gil's fingers fall from your throat, drifting over your clavicle to the swell of your breasts. Pushed into two lovely mounds by your corset, his leather-clad digits draw across each pillowy tit, promising a gentleness Gilbert is not known for.

The sudden tugging of the ties on your corset is a drastic contrast to the light touch you had just been granted. Almost violently, Gilbert removes the shell that covered your chest. He discards it out of your sight, but you can hear the stiff fabric hit the floor.

Then he is gone from your proximity. He moves with precision and grace. You watch as he circles the room, pulling off accessories and gloves and shirts and nearly disrobing fully, his dark red eye landing on you expectantly. His gaze could pin you to the spot or pull you to him like a glowing lure, and right now you feel the call of his command leading you to step out of your shoes and drop the last garment covering your sex as you move to in front of him.

“Show me.” The way his lips pull back from his teeth to reveal his deadly maw in such a beautiful smile hastens the wetness growing between your legs. 

Obediently, you crawl onto the bed. Rising to your knees, facing him, legs spread for balance, you keep your eyes locked on him, watching him like he watches you. Hungry. Needy. But unlike him, so obedient and desperate.

Your lips part and your tongue makes an appearance as you lick two of your fingers, drawing them into your mouth to thoroughly wet them. Reaching between your legs, you slide your wet digits between your labia where your body lacks lubricant, pushing against the sides of your clit and giving it a cheeky little rub before you move to where you need no additional moisture. Your entrance is already slick. Slipping your fingers in up to the first knuckle, your cunt mourns the loss of your own touch as you lift your sticky arousal to fulfill Gilbert's order.

A thin thread strings between your fingers as you spread them, displaying how wet he makes you. He is pleased, once again. Practically salivating at the thought of devouring you.

The distance between you shrinks. His hand takes hold of your wrist. His tongue runs the length of your wet fingers, bringing them into his mouth for him to savor your taste. It's sinful, the way he sucks on them. One cleaned fully, he pops it out of his mouth, sucking the last of you off the other. Then his teeth take hold and it takes everything in you to not pull away.

Almost apologetically, Gil sucks your finger again, his tongue swirling around it as the tip toys with the indents he just made in your skin. His lips are soft. Dragging your finger from his mouth, he lets you linger - the only time you will be granted your own actions. And linger you do. Brushing his bottom lip that holds such softness in sweet kisses but hides the sharp sting of his bite.

His teeth catch your finger again, biting for only a second before his tongue laps at the blooming mark and his mouth moves to the next spot. Like a lover kissing his way to your mouth, Gilbert travels up your arm with bites more painful than nips and soothing licks that barely ease the ache of his teeth.

You rush to meet his mouth. Tongues caressing and tasting each other. The bed dips from his weight. His cool fingers roughly push between your folds. You gasp as he hooks them inside you, searching for that rougher patch not far inside your entrance. He swallows your moan. He steals your breath. He is relentless.

Gilbert descends on you. Without the need to guide you, he overpowers you. You bend beneath him. Shrink and fold and crawl and submit until you're on your back and he's above you. Your mouths barely separate and his fingers in your cunt continue to press and rub and curl offering a kindness for everything he's taking from you.

His thumb tucks next to your clit, pushing back the hood to strum your sensitive bud. It firms up immediately and he swirls it around with the pad of his thumb, pressing into the nerves below the surface. His fingers inside you continuing to coax a climax from you.

His mouth leaves yours. You're gasping for breath. Muffled moans no longer muted, now allowed to sound freely. A sharp hiss between your teeth when he closes you between his teeth. Your neck. Your shoulder. Your breast. His painful proclamations of adoration are scattered over your body. But wherever his teeth go, his tongue follows and the pleasure from his sucks, licks, and kisses are enough to forgive his sharp fangs.

You reach your peak and tip over the edge. Thighs squeezing together. Cunt clenching but his two fingers are not enough to feel full from. Your walls flutter and search for something more. It could have been so much more if he had just fucked you first. But Gilbert was a man that didn't freely give. He knew he'd have you craving him if he provided an inch for every mile you needed.

His fingers glisten as he licks your arousal from them. You're more than just obedient now. You're addicted. He is all of your thoughts. He is your heart. You breathe for him and him alone. And you would gladly let him have you any way he wants.

“Roll over my little rabbit.”

On hand and knees, you can feel him moving behind you. Removing his last article of clothing. Knees setting on the outside of your legs. He can't help but run a finger over your wet slit. He seems to love the way you taste as much as you love him tasting you. Fingers and thumbs grip your hips and he directs you into more of a tilt, bringing your ass higher and your pussy closer to him. Palms brush your lower back, pushing your hips further in a tilt and guiding you to your elbows.

His cock slides along your wet folds teasingly. “Beg me to be gentle.”

“Please…” You whimper, leaning towards him in an attempt to get him to slip inside you.

“Little Rabbit~.” He prompts, the tip of his dick slowly pushing into your entrance but stopping only just inside.

You lean towards him again but his hand holds the two of you from coming together. “Hnmph.” You pout. “Please, Gil…”

“Please, what?” As a reward, he pushes another inch inside you.

“Please, Gil, please. Please fuck me. Please! I want to feel you inside me, please! I need you inside me. Ah–!”

What was taking too long suddenly came too fast. Gilbert's cock shoved inside you with no regard for lubing himself. It entered easily at first, but his length eventually used up the slickness at your hole becoming rough and dragging the last few inches. His hand clamps on your hip, holding you from pulling away from him. His other hand sits flat on your lower back, keeping you angled how he had arranged you. 

“That's not right, now is it?” Without giving you the chance to accommodate or adjust, he starts pounding into you. The discomfort is hardly noticeable with the way your walls quiver finally being stimulated. It's mind numbing. It's hard to think. It just feels so good.

“Haah! Ah! Hnnah!” You can't even get a word out as his force and pace smacks the moans from your throat. It's so good. So good.

“Such a pervert.” He says the words adoringly. There is no shame or disgust, just delight. “Ahaha-ah.” Skin slaps. Your whole body rocks with each thrust. “Little Rabbit- hnnh- wants it rough.”

“Uh-huhn. Uhn. Ahnh.” You shove your face into the mattress, hands under your shoulders to keep you from putting too much pressure on your neck. Tipping your tailbone up, you try to offer more of your pussy to him. He’d go deeper if you moved closer. Feeling his cock hammering into you is exactly the sort of thing you need right now.

His fingers dig in harder on your hip. He's enjoying this. Your ass blushes from the impact of his hips. If your pussy was easier to see, it would be a lovely shade of pink as well. But the view Gilbert gets to witness is brief but erotic - his cock pistoning into you, disappearing down to his black bush.

Your legs begin to tremble. You can feel the next orgasm tensing within you. Your back naturally tries to straighten as your muscles begin to flex, but Gil's hand holds you down, tipped in that delicious angle. Fingers curl into the blankets. Moans become more strangled and desperate.

“Haahh, you feel so good.” Gilbert groans.

Just like that the tension snaps and sends you into body shaking convulsions. Gil slows down, rocking into you. Nuzzling deep and slow. Your cunt clinches him and he drags you down his length. His flat palm on your lower back presses harder, fingertips flexing into you. Your climax washes up your spine to the base of your skull and that wonderful weightlessness drowns your thoughts.

Gilbert strokes himself through your orgasm. Gentle words praising you. Filthy words complimenting you. Each sound he makes draws your spasms out longer and longer until you don't think you can keep it up. Coming this hard - this long - it was too much. It was exhausting but so so good. It was mind-numbing but sent sensations sizzling in every part of you.

“Haahng. Hngh. Aah. Ngh” Gil moans when he comes. His cock throbs so deep in your cunt. Shivers shake you, dancing from erogenous zones to fingertips and toes. He finally stops moving. Stops stimulating your swollen cunt. You are granted time to catch your breath and your sanity. Gilbert panting above you. You gasping below him.

When he pulls out, you can feel the mess between your legs. He slowly helps you move out of your contortions. Stiff joints from too much pressure in a position for too long. But he's there to ease your weight and move your limbs. You lie there sprawled on the bed, Gilbert clinging to you for warmth. But also a protective need to claim you as only his. Curling around his treasure like a greedy dragon clutching his most valuable possession.

He truly needn't worry. You were his from the moment he caught you in his dark red eye. You delight in placing yourself within his claws and between his teeth. Even when he digs into you, and pain burns where he rends, he'll lick your wounds and fill you with his need. He is yours as much as you are his. 

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Jeremy Gilbert NSFW Alphabet

Summary: NSFW Alphabet for Jeremy Gilbert

TW/CW: Jeremy Gilbert x Reader, NSFW 

Requested?: Yes, by a lovely Anon who said, “Hello, could you please write an nsfw alphabet of Jeremy Gilbert please."

Word Count: 1,318

A/N: It's been so long since I've seen Vampire Diaries. I hope I did Jer justice. Lmk who you wanna see next. I plan to do both NSFW & SFW Alphabets for just about everyone in my masterlist.

A - Aftercare: (what they’re like after sex) 

- Jeremy is the KING of aftercare. You want it, you got it and you don't even have to lift a finger or move a muscle. I mean it. You want a bath? Bet, you stay right there while he runs the bath and then he's carrying you bridal style and setting you down in the warm, sudsy water. 

B - Body Part: (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

- Jeremy put a lot of work into his muscular figure and always feels so proud of it when he catches you drooling over his back. Sometimes he'll walk around shirtless just to get a reaction out of you. He loves the feeling of your nails digging in when you two are in bed and the soft tickle of you tracing shapes on his back afterwards. 

- As for his favorite part of you, without a doubt it's your hands. His are so rough and calloused that he can't get over how soft and gentle yours are. He loves the way they fit perfectly in his and how they roam around his body when he has you between the sheets. 

C - Cum: (anything to do with cum, basically) 

- Always pulling out to cum on you or in your mouth. He can't deny the fact that he enjoys the look on your face when you swallow like a good girl and open wide with your tongue out to show him. 

D - Dirty Secret: (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

- He won't even admit it to you but sometimes he wonders what it would be like to fuck you as a vampire. He wonders how long you can truly hold up before you can't take anymore. 

E - Experience: (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) 

- Man hasn't been around a whole lot but boy does he know what he's doing. He's a quick learner too. It was like he instantly knew exactly how to get you across the finish line the very first time the two of you were together. 

F - Favorite Position: (this goes without saying) 

- As underwhelming as it may seem, he loves missionary. He can see your beautiful face, feel your hands roam or dig into his back, and hit plenty of good angles. 

G - Goofy: (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) 

- It kind of depends. If you guys are having a quickie he can be a little silly because the whole idea of quickies is silly to him. If you guys are at home indulging in each other he can be silly but most of the time he's solely focused on you and serious about your pleasure. 

H - Hair: (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

- The carpet matches the drapes in color but while his hair tends to be a little loosey goosey, down south he keeps it neat. 

I - Intimacy: (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) 

- Always sweet and romantic but if you want or need him to throw you around like a rag doll he can and will. 

J - Jack Off: (masturbation headcanon) 

- Nope. He needs you to find a release. Even if he gives himself blue balls in the process, he's finding you and fixing the issue. 

K - Kink: (one or more of their kinks) 

- He doesn't even understand why himself but dude has a thing for blindfolds. It can be him blindfolded or you, doesn't matter. One time the two of you experimented and were both blindfolded. 

L - Location: (favorite places to do the do) 

- In bed. Specifically, a nice, slow, warm morning while the sun bleeds through the blinds and the birds chirp outside.  

M - Motivation: (what turns them on, gets them going) 

- Confidence is key. Confidently take what you want from him or perhaps confidently tell a certain 1000s of years old hybrid that he's a dumbass. Your confidence is his kryptonite. 

N - No: (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 

- No bodily fluids. Period. Exclamation point. I take that back. He's not one to shy away from spitting on you or in your mouth but never in a mean or disrespectful way.  

O - Oral: (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

- He prefers giving but will never say no to receiving. By god can he do a damn good job too. He watches your face every time to determine what works, doesn't work, and works really well. He knows you, inside and out. 

P - Pace: (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

- You set the pace not him. That being said, he can tell just by the look on your face and how your body reacts which pace you want. The only time he's fast and rough whether you like it or not is if you've been teasing him all day and he hasn't been able to get you alone. 

Q - Quickie: (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) 

- If you guys are in a pinch, they'll do but he prefers to take his time and tend to you properly. He will, however, almost always insist on a quickie if he gets jealous. One time he pulled you into a coat closet at the Salvatore house because he felt Klaus was getting a little too friendly with you. 

R - Risk: (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) 

- Your safety is first and foremost on Jeremy's mind but if there's no danger or harm then he's down to try anything at least once. 

S - Stamina: (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) 

- He usually has a couple good rounds in him before he's spent and ready to aftercare the shit out of you. 

T - Toys: (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

- He doesn't particularly like them but he doesn't mind them either. It's entirely up to you as to whether y'all use them or not. 

U - Unfair: (how much they like to tease) 

- Jeremy teases if you tease. He likes playing a cat and mouse game but he's never one to initiate it. 

V - Volume: (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

- It's a coin toss on his vocalization. Sometimes, he's all groans, grunts, and dirty talk. Others, he's as quiet as possible as he listens to the beautiful sounds emitting from your vocal cords. 

W - Wild Card: (a random headcanon for the character) 

- His "My Eyes Only" on SnapChat is FULL to the brim with every naughty picture you've ever sent him. Sometimes when he's away from you but planning to dick you down good soon he'll scroll through and daydream.  

X - X-Ray: (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

- He's packing some length but the girth is pretty average. It's nice and toned too displaying plenty of delicious veins. 

Y - Yearning: (how high is their sex drive?) 

- Jeremy has a weird sex drive. He goes through these phases where for a few days he'll constantly wanna go at it but then spend a week or so just kinda following your lead. That being said, it doesn't matter what he's doing, how he's feeling, or where he is, if you're horny, he's horny. 

Z - Zzz: (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

- No matter how tired he is, he never falls asleep until he knows you're out. Sometimes, you have to pretend to fall asleep because you can tell he's so tired but won't close his eyes for longer than a sleepy blink. 

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[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Chapter 8.

Johnnie Gilbert x Fem!Reader.

I tossed and turned in my empty bed, falling asleep for only short increments of time. I had everything on my mind. the cafe, new years eve was tomorrow, the man that i ran into, and especially johnnie.

the sun hadn't risen yet. I checked my phone, it was only 6:08 am. I had a couple missed texts.

mom: miss you bunches! 😘

me: miss you too.

I rolled my eyes and clicked on the next message.

johnnie: are you up?

me: sadly

johnnie: I can't sleep

me: me either, is something keeping you up?

johnnie: yeah but it's not a big deal

johnnie: you?

me: me too.

johnnie: I kinda wanna drive around, wanna come with

me: obv

johnnie: pick you up in 10?

me: yess

me: you don't have your license though

johnnie: oh yeah I forgot

me: okay lol I'll come pick YOU up

johnnie: sounds good

I put my slides on. my mind was a screaming mess thinking about johnnie. what's he going to think of my messy hair? is it okay for me to just wear pajamas? whatever. I grabbed my keys and walked out the door.

my heart began to race faster as I approached Johnnie and Jake's house. Johnnie was waiting outside for me on his phone. We made eye contact as he flashed me a tired smile.

"morning, sleepy head." I called from the window.

he flapped his hand at me. "Hey, y/n." I looked up at the sky, it was a dark shade of blue and you could see it progressively getting lighter. "you okay?"

"yeah, the sky is just pretty."

he hesitated. "uh, yeah. you wanna go find somewhere to watch the sunset together? I mean, we don't have to, but, whatever. weird." he rambled.

I rolled my eyes. "you're fine, Johnnie." I patted his arm before he threw his seat belt on. "I'm so down."

"uh, there's this really good spot, like, right up the street." he mentioned.

"tell me where to go." he did as I said and told me the directions to the area. it was a hiking spot with a big parking lot. at the edge of one side of the parking lot was trails, and the other was a fenced off ledge. I parked as close as I could to the ledge.

me and johnnie sat comfortably on the roof of the car. It was completely silent, almost awkward. I hurried, racking my brain for something, anything I can say.

"do you believe in fate?" was the first thing I thought of.

"more or less. what about you?"

"not really, but something changed that." I glanced at him. he was staring at me like he could feel the secrets seeping out of my pores.

"me too."

a few hours later, around noon, I was sitting on the couch watching breaking bad and texting Jake.

jake: how's it going with johnnie poo?

me: what do you mean bro

jake: you're soooooooo obvious abt the fact that you like him!!!!

me: I don't even

me: what

me: I hate you

jake: so much denial even though he LIKES YOU TOO ejsus y/n grow a pair

me: wtvvv jakkeeee and even if I did like him there's no way he'd actually date me

jake: stfu I have never seen him so star struck in my lifeeee

me: okay well we've only known eachother for like a week now sooo I doubt that

jake: SHUT UP AND ACCEPT FATE

me: FINE TWINK

jake: FINE SLUT

[walalppper]

Sour

Jealous! Silvio Ricci x Reader Warnings: 18+ Slightly suggestive, jealousy and violent themes.

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Silvio Ricci wasn’t a jealous man, at least not before he met (Y/n), now every man he saw near her was a potential threat to him. He always thought he was very good at pretending not to be jealous, but anyone in plain sight could sense he was fuming inside, especially Gilbert. Sitting across the comfortable couch, he looked over at the gigantic windows, and there she was, carefully showing Prince Keith the variety of flora that the Rhodolite Garden had to offer. Watching (Y/n) talking with Gumskull made him agitated. Gilbert smirked, putting down his cup of tea on the table, he knew exactly what to say to sting the white-haired male that sat across him. “She seems to be enjoying herself-” That was enough to make Silvio get up from his seat. “Oh, I bet she fucking is!” Silvio scoffed, quickly heading outside.

“You’re so easy to piss off…” Gilbert whispered, completely amused by the mess he created.

Feeling an unsettling aura behind her, (Y/n) turned around only to meet with the familiar ocean-blue eyes she loved. But this time they were different, his eyes glared with resentment towards her and the Prince in front of her. “What y’all talking about?” he suspiciously asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and pulling her towards him. Receiving a warming smile from Prince Keith he tried to explain. “Oh, (Y/n) was showing me the diversity-” “Boring, c’mon…” Silvio answered, dragging his lover along with him, leaving behind Prince Keith confused. “Silvio-” (Y/n) tried to protest. “We’re leaving” He firmly answered.

Forcing her into his room he slammed the door shut behind him. “You don’t think I’m this fucking dumb, do you?” He asks her, trapping her between his arms against the beige wall.

“What?!” furrowing her eyebrow (Y/n) asked, completely confused about the whole situation. Thinking about what could have caused him to be acting this way, she finally understood. “You’re not seriously jealous of Prince Keith are you?”

His eyebrow twisted and he chuckled darkly. Feeling one of his hands raise her chin, he spoke again. “I’m not jealous, I just don’t like you keeping from me.” “I was just showing him the variety of roses-” She tried to reason with her lover.

“You never did that with me.”

“Because you hate roses!”

There was an almost awkward silence in the room as he ran out of arguments to use against her. “I saw how you looked at him!” He accused once again. “You wanted him to fuck you, right there in front of-” His sentence was cut off by a sudden slap against the skin of his left cheek, leaving a red mark across his gorgeous face.

“You’re acting like a fucking asshole!” She shouted back at him. Silvio’s frustration boils over as he grabs her wrist forcefully. Looking at each other’s eyes, the tension between them was going beyond their limits.

“Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to…” He smirked, placing one of his hands on her lower back, pulling her body closer to his. The air thickened with desire as his lips met with hers, she tried to resist his urgers, but she couldn’t. Whatever heated argument they were having was already vanishing in her mind as their lips danced together. The tension of their disagreement quickly transformed into lust, and time seemed to stand still as they lost their selves in the heat of the moment.

Pulling apart to give her some time to breathe, he wasted no time covering her neck with marks. He bit, sucked, and kissed her the most sensitive areas of her neck, that only he knew about, leaving her a total mess in his arms. “S-Silvio, stop- ahh~” He smirked to himself, deep down he knew that power he had over (Y/n), he loved it so much it turned him on.

Melting into his arms, Silvio knew exactly what she wanted. Wrapping both her legs around him, he lifted her, bringing her to the bed where he gently laid her on, placing himself on top of her.

“This is a punishment, why do you seem to be enjoying it that much?” He mocked while caressing her inner thighs, noticing her aroused features. Adverting her timid gaze from his, he forced her head to look his way. “Answer me…” he whispered against her lips. “I-I need you…” (Y/n) whispered sweetly against him. Chuckling darkly, he stared at her bare neck. “You’re gonna have to do better than that…” he murmured, burying his head deeper into the curve of her neck.

“Beg.”

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Hey, hope you enjoyed :p

[koolkat9]

That is honestly the perfect way to describe Ludwig lmao

Thank you. I've was thinking about it all day yesterday actually. And before I begin, I do not want people to take this as ger//ita bashing. I'm not really into the ship but I do think at least Ludwig was in love with Feli at some point and I love exploring the toxic side of their potential romance.

Anyway. Perhaps this toxic mindset about love and taking acts of service too far was rooted in him from a young age. A kind of generational trauma if you will passed down from Gilbert due to his time as a religious order. This is getting into projection territory, but that's how I come up with good ideas lol. I sometimes wonder if I am such a people pleaser, unable to speak up for myself and/or say no because I was religious and because they promote a degree of unselfishness that can become unhealthy. Being "Christ-like" requires some form of sacrifice after all. Put those around you before your self for that is how you serve God and get into Heaven. Even though I don't think Ludwig was ever that religious (and that Gil started deconstructing his religion when Lud popped up so it only indirectly influenced his parenting) the idea of love requiring sacrifice and love and care being shown by putting others above yourself always still got rooted in him.

Then you got Feli. Though a bit of a ditz and oblivious, I am a firm believer he isn't as stupid as he presents himself to be. After all, we see him be quite capable, specifically when he was a child. I always loved the headcanon that Feli has abandonment and attachment issues so he acts completely helpless in a attempt to not be left behind again.

With both these trauma responses put together probably won't result in the healthiest relationship. Ludwig give give giving and Feli take take taking because neither knows better and do it to protect themselves. Going a long this line it probably causes issues in their friendship but I think it reaches its climax if they get into a romantic relationship and thus get even more involved in each other's lives. It eventually leads to them breaking up and distancing themselves from each other for a bit.

It is this break that makes them reconsider a lot of things. Ludwig allows himself to explore other romantic options. He had many crushes alongside his crush on Feli, but he had been holding out, hoping Feli felt the same way. By exploring a new relationship or two, he starts to realize that maybe he was giving too much. Thinking too much about Feli and not enough about himself. He learns to love in a more healthy way like that post that tag is from said.

Feli also realizes that maybe the whole helpless act went a little too far. He did what he always did to keep people close and yet Ludwig still left him. One of the people he loved most left him. He spends weeks in reflection. Maybe spends some time with Kiku who puts things in perspective for him since he was an outsider looking in to Feli and Lud's relationship. As an itapan shipper maybe it leads to itapan with Kiku being a grounding force for Feli, but doesn't let him get away with shit. But also Feli may need a bit of a break from serious romances until he finishes processing his trauma. Choose your own ending there.

As much as I don't care for ger//ita as a wholesome end game romance, I do love their friendship every much. So once both heal a bit, Feli and Lud come back together with a friendship stronger than ever, supporting each other in their healing journey and new relationships.

[blutpop]

was looking thru ur art earlier and I think its so funny that while you have trans manlet gil, i headcanon trans manlet roderich. they r simply mlm (manlet4manlet)

yes...................... good.......... trans manlet headcanon gang............. hehehehehehehehehehehe rubs hands together evilly >:)

also finally fun opportunity to talk about this because we do need more trans manlet bitches up here right?

watch me go on a fucjing tangent are u ready

first off with trans manlet gilbert: im projecting bros. but also?? i just find it super fucking funny. gilbert, with his personality, would absolutely HATE being shorter than other people AND not being cis, so i'm putting him through the torture chambers with this one - but i also think he'd be an absolute menace about it, y'know??

another thing is, i just like making every variation of prussia a tiny little shit in my brain (julia, teutonic order, nekotalia, etc.)

now i want to talk about trans manlet roderich because this one's interesting - i love this idea but i think gilbert would be transphobic about it which, in my brain, is funny as fuck (not condoning transphobia, this is for the sole purpose of how they mix like oil and water sometimes) because also in my silly little mind, this is caused by gilbert having internalised homo/transphobia........... and seeing how pruaus is like giving either of us crack, how the fuck would pruaus happen here???? enemies to mf lovers baby!!!!! along woth internalised homo/transphobia, i think gil would do this to try getting over any feelings he has for roderich which yeah. awful coping mechanism, GREAT GOING M8 👏👏👏

here r my thoughts but gil fucks off:

it makes sense. like rod is the kind of guy youll see and think, "oh, maybe? is he?" or, you'd just get confused about his gender (which im gonna be real actually slaps, its so funny when they're like "oh shit is that a dude or a girl.......... o_o"). but i also feel like he'd face so much transphobia which could explain why he wouldn't go outside often (evident by his lack of direction & introversion, imo. unless it was stated somewhere but shut up im braining) and probably wont until after he fully transitions which, fair enough.

anyways thats my spiel on the trans manlets

tl;dr im a sadist

[thatfanficstuff]

Not About You - 28

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x ofc

warnings: torture, dead people, katherine

a/n: so it’s been a minute. sorry. not edited but I wanted to get it posted. future parts should be coming faster. 

After a long beat of silence, Caroline frowned. “What? It was just a joke.”

“No, it was an idea,” Stefan said.

“A great idea,” Damon added.

Lucy rolled her eyes. Normally she’d try to talk them out of it, but to be honest, Mason deserved it. “Have fun I guess,” she said grabbing Caroline’s hand. “’We’re going to get some lunch. I’m starving.”

She didn’t wait for a response as she dragged her blonde bestie to her car. Caroline kept her eyes on Lucy but didn’t say anything until they were pulling out of the drive. “You’re seriously okay with this?”

Lucy shrugged. “He almost got our boys killed. He got me shot. Yeah, I’m good with it.”

Caroline studied her for a moment longer before nodding in agreement and turning to look out the window.

They were nearly through with their quick lunch when Lucy’s phone rang. Stefan. “What’s up?” she answered.

“Bonnie and I are meeting at the well on the Lockwood property. We think that’s where Mason stashed the stone,” he said.

“We’re trusting witchy again, why?”

He sighed. “Not now, Lucy. I need you to come home to make sure Damon doesn’t get carried away.”

Lucy rolled her eyes and hung up the phone. Why Stefan thought she was the person for this job, she had no idea.

“I’m going to meet Stefan and Bonnie,” Caroline said as soon as they stepped outside and she was gone before Lucy could even respond.

Annoyance flared through her. They were supposed to stay together for safety but whatever. Lucy had been in a mood most of the day. She didn’t like being out of the loop. And she hated having to get up to help Caroline with her pet projects. The blonde better be glad Lucy loved her so much.

With a sigh, Lucy started her car and drove home. Screaming greeted her when she walked in the door. Entering the living room, she saw Mason Lockwood chained to a chair while Damon shoved something in his face. From the looks of it, it was wolfsbane. Jeremy Gilbert stood nearby watching everything. She shook her head in slight disbelief.

“Damon, what are you doing?”

He looked up in surprise. “Hi Sweetheart. I’m just trying to get some information out of wolfie here. I need to know what Katherine is up to.”

She snorted. “Probably hiding from my uncle. You can’t just torture people, Damon. It’s rude.”

Jeremy huffed a laugh and she gestured in his direction. “And what is baby Gilbert doing here?”

The teenager scowled. “Don’t call me that.”

Damon’s gaze narrowed in annoyance. “He keeps putting himself in the middle of things. Thinks its his business. It isn’t.”

“Aren’t you a vampire?” she asked. Just compel the idiot kid to leave them alone.

The corner of his lip curled in amusement. “Vervain.” Damn it. That meant they couldn’t eat him either. Not that the thought had even crossed Lucy’s mind.

Her gaze flicked from her boyfriend to Jeremy. “Go home, little Gilbert. This isn’t for you.”

When he hesitated, she scowled. “Now or I’ll call your sister and you’ll have to deal with her being glued to your ass.”

He rolled his eyes and put up his hands. “Fine. Geez.”

Her eyes trailed him until he was gone.

“Great. Could you let me go now?” Mason said, breaking the quiet.

Damon backhanded him, making the chair rock. “What is Katherine up to? Why is she in town?”

“She’s here for me, okay?” the werewolf yelled. “She came with me. She loves me.”

“Well, that’s a lie. She’s been lurking around town and interfering long before your brother died. Sorry, Mason, but it seems as per usual, the bitch lied,” Lucy said.

The wolf scowled. “Don’t call her that.”

Lucy shrugged. “Okay, what would you prefer? Heifer, cunt, harpy, hussy, slag, cum-dumpster, jealous pathetic self-centered troll? I’m sure I can keep going if you need more options.”

Mason sneered but wisely kept his mouth shut.

“Where’s she staying? That’s all I want to know. Then I can ask her these questions.” Damon was doing his best to sound reasonable. He wasn’t fooling anyone.

Mason shook his head. “Look man, I’m not telling you anything. I love her.”

Damon patted his shoulder and leaned down to talk to him. “I know you do. I’ve been there. But see, the thing about Katherine is she can’t love anyone. She’s going to end up ripping your heart out. Maybe, I’ll do it for her.”

A moment later, he held the wolf’s heart in his hand. Lucy blinked at him. “Was that really necessary?”

“No.” He shrugged. “But it will piss Katherine off.”

Damon had just finished rolling the werewolf’s body up in the tarp when Stefan appeared moonstone in hand. He was followed by Caroline, Lexi, Bree and Lee, Lexi’s boyfriend.

Lucy was immediately tackled onto the couch by Lexi. “Lucy!”

“Sexy!”

Damon rolled his eyes though he still wore his typical smirk. “Hands off my girl, Lexi.”

She stuck her tongue out at the other vampire and tugged Lucy into her side, keeping an arm around her shoulders. “All this hassle is over that?” Lucy asked, gesturing to the moonstone.

Stefan hummed in agreement. “Apparently.”

She nodded as she sent off a text. She received a response almost immediately. “Elijah says he’s waiting on you and to bring the stone.”

The brothers exchanged a look before racing off up the stairs.

Lucy patted Lexi’s leg before pushing herself up to pick up Mason’s wallet and phone that Damon had left on the floor. The phone rang just as she grabbed it. The contact information was nothing but a heart emoji. Hmm.

“Mason’s phone. Can I help you?”

“Who is this?” The voice unmistakably belonged to one of the doppelgangers but Lucy doubted Elena had Mason’s number.

“Who is this?” she asked back.

“His girlfriend.”

“You know, Katherine, for someone with a boyfriend you’re awfully possessive of your exes.” No sooner had the vampire’s name left her lips than both Salvatores were at her side. Damon pulled the phone from her hand.

“Don’t piss her off,” Stefan hissed at his brother.

Lucy blinked at him in disbelief and gestured to the body at her feet. “A little late for that don’t you think?”

“Hello, Katherine,” Damon all but purred.

Lucy frowned at no longer being able to hear the other side of the conversation. Bree smirked and wiggled her fingers toward the phone. Suddenly, Lucy could hear everything. She smiled in thanks at her favorite witch.

“Where’s Mason, Damon? I won’t ask again.”

“Calm down. He’s right next to me. Of course his heart’s on the other side of the room.” Lucy elbowed her boyfriend in the ribs. That was mean. Funny…but mean.

“How dare you,” Katherine snarled.

“Well, now you can just leave town, can’t you? Bye. See you later. Don’t come back.”

“Do you honestly think I don’t have a plan B? or a plan C or…well, you know how the alphabet works.”

“A plan for what?” Lucy asked, knowing the vampire would be able to hear her.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Katherine answered. “Stay out of my way. All of you. I’m warning you.”

With that she hung up the phone.

“Bitch,” Damon muttered before slipping the phone into his pocket. Lucy handed over the wallet so he could take that as well. He pulled Lucy into his arms and gave her a sweet kiss. “We’re going to help your uncle. We’ll be back as soon as we can. Behave.”

“Yes, because I’m the trouble maker. Besides you got me babysitters. I’ll be fine.”

He hummed in agreement and gave her one more kiss before pulling away. The brothers headed toward the door until Lucy’s voice stopped them. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Damon turned back to her, his brows lifted in question.

She gestured to the body at her feet. “Take your mess with you.”

[irlusa]

can u explain scotpru to me? i’m very curious about this ship

Oh I would be HAPPY to lmao

So scotpru (for me) started because of a gereng rp I did with a friend ages ago that had both Gilbert and Alasdair as characters.

Keep in mind I'm not much on the historical side of hetalia so I can't speak on reasons to ship them re: concrete historical potential trading or connections the people may have had.

BUT, that being said, when it comes to nationverse, Gilbert and Alasdair both are somewhat older nations who have seen and experienced a lot of the world. They have quite a rough (and often annoying) exterior to their younger brothers, but at the same time have a genuine and warmhearted love for certain cultural aspects that they cultivate and put pride in. Both share a love of handcrafted pieces, whether they're old engraved weapons or woodworked furniture or illuminated manuscripts, they put value in creating something yourself and putting in the time and effort to learn that skill.

In my eyes, they connect via old tales of the world and the other nations when they were younger, as well as clashing in the kitchen in a positive, poking fun kind of way. Scotland cooks more often, Prussia bakes more often (which Scotland doesn't complain about at all, who would when they're getting served sweets?)- though Scotland's cooking style is much messier and "intuition" based versus Prussia's meticulous recipe notes and measuring and cleaning practices. And oh, they love to work on projects together that can utilize both their strengths- it's kind of one of their love languages in a way.

Also, Scotland's voice matches Prussia's flute perfectly, and both of them adore hearing the other play. It's soothing. They love the outdoors and often go camping or out on daytrips into the countryside where no one else will hear them play together, like a personal little show they put on for their ears only.

Beyond concrete interests that are similar, Alasdair and Gil also seek out each other in the sense that, because they have these sorts of connections with each other, they can find comfort in each other. They know how the other grew up, they've seen them grow and change over the years. They don't have to put on the strong unaffected persona with each other when they're alone. Gilbert appreciates that Alasdair doesn't treat him any different after being dissolved- doesn't look at him with barely-held back pity and annoyance. And Scotland knows that despite being the eldest and supposedly having all his shit together, when he feels like everything is falling apart he can come to Gilbert, who will put aside his usually abrasive front to welcome Alasdair with open arms. They learn to open up emotionally and trust each other. Neither are the best with words, though Alasdair is worse imo, and so they're able to pick up on each other's nonverbal cues and signs of affection that others might not note. And I do just like Gilbert's explosive energy next to Alasdair's slightly more laid-back vibes.

I feel like it's one of those relationships where neither actually said "I love you" for a very long time, it was just mutually understood that they shared a bond with each other that they didn't feel with anyone else.

Humanverse and other aus have similar notes to them- in my mind they often meet at say, a bar or pub, or even perhaps at daycare while dropping of their siblings depending on the au, and begin connections through some mix of love of history, music, baking and cooking, crafting, and/or just the fact that both can often feel like outsiders in their current community, and said relations bloom from there.

Anyway I love them so so much and I hope this messily-worded collection of thoughts helps convey why ehee

[countrymusiclover]

43 - Valentine’s Day pt 2

Part 44

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Alina’s pov

Sitting on one of the couches in the living room of the school I was currently feeding my son Xavier with a bottle. Holding him in my lap with one arm behind his head he sucked on the bottle end. “Hey there you are. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Jack. Where have you been?” Turning around on the couch I saw my werewolf curly haired husband coming down the stairs.

He was wearing his familiar light gray flannel, some blue jeans and dark brown work boots. He comes around the coach and plops down beside me smiling down at his son. “How are my two favorite people doing today?”

“We’re good. Now what have you been up to?” I turned my head to look at him since he hadn’t answered my question. I had tied my hair up into a bun since Xavier had started grabbing onto whatever he possibly could get his tiny hands on recently.

Jack moved his fingers across Xavier’s stomach and he attempted to do his first real laugh since the night he was born. “I think we should go out tonight just you and me. Considering it is Valentine’s Day and all.”

“Oh Jack I would like to but…we have him to think about now.” I shake my head no wishing we could be that care free like we used to be.

The werewolf teen boy clasped his hands together. “Look, I know it’s probably not the best time. But I want to spend time with you. I want us to act like a married couple.”

He had a point that we haven’t really had time to be husband and wife. Dealing with our classes and monsters made things rather difficult. Bouncing Xavier in my arms once more giving him a sympathetic look. “Unless you don’t mind spending time with our infant son tonight there is a very unlikely chance that we can be romantically alone.”

“I already took care of it, Alina. I asked Andrea to watch him for a couple hours.” He responded to me.

I couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped my throat at the offer he just threw out onto the table. “You want to put the care of our son into the hands of my horny teenage werewitch cousin. The same one who isn’t exactly in control of her abilities like I am just yet. That’s your brilliant plan.”

“Andrea is old enough to watch him and he’s not showing powers yet so I think she’ll be fine.” Jackson shrugged his shoulders, lowering his brown eyes to the floor. “Unless you just want to do nothing tonight. I….I’ll do whatever you want.”

I sighed heavily, enjoying that he was so caring and not being demanding about this. “Fine Jack, we can go out. But I get to pick what we do.”

“I'd expect nothing less from a Mikaelson. So what do you want to do?” Jackson grinned, chuckling.

Xavier made a cooing noise when I replied to his question. “Let’s go ax throwing. It always sounds fun.”

“Then let’s do it. I’ll go track down Andrea.” Jackson moved forward kissing my forehead before he got up from the couch. He left the room and I got up going to our bedroom to get Xavier another bottle of food. Laying my son down in his crib I noticed a note sticking on our door that was from one of my sisters when I read it aloud. “Don’t tell dad but Ethan and I are going to the Gilbert house tonight. Be back sometime tomorrow - Missy.”

Footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway with me seeing Andrea and Jackson waiting outside of our room. Picking Xavier back up in my arms Jackson smiled at the fellow werewitch. “Thanks for doing this, Andrea. We shouldn’t be gone too long.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I’m pretty sure that Damon and Elena wouldn’t mind having some more kids running around their house. Considering dad agreed to pay for their kids to go to college in the future.” I looked at my cousin not wanting her to have to switch her plans.

Andrea held Xavier in her arms. “I should be fine with him. I don’t want to put more responsibility on them. They are only human and are watching Henrik, Charming and Rapunzel.”

“Just making sure. You deserve to have fun too given that you had to be asleep in a coffin for five years.” I crossed my arms over my chest sending her a half smile.

Andrea nudged me towards Jack, sending us out of the school. “Oh you two will owe me for certain. But quit worrying and go have fun.”

Jack and I drove out to the middle of the woods in his truck just the two of us. He had packed a bag of food, water and some clothes in case we got cold or turned into our wolf forms if we decided to do so. Jack drew out a knife from his back pocket carving an x into one of the tree trunks. “Okay so have you ever held one of these ax’s before?”

“Can’t say I have. Given the fact that I am half witch.” Shrugging my shoulders I redid the tying up of my hair in a better bun again.

Jackson stepped behind me turning my body to face the target and his body was directly behind me. “So you just put both hands on the handle like this. Then you raise it above your head and let her rip. Do ya think you've got it?” Jackson moved my hands underneath his while he raised our hands up and launched the ax forward making it stick into the wooden tree.

“Yeah I think I do.” I nodded, picking up another one doing what he had said where it stuck below the x on the tree but was still centered.

Jack compliments me retrieving the two axs. “Not bad for your first solo try. How about this time you draw it just a little back further and see what happens.”

“So you mean like this…oh oh woah.” I raised one of the ax's back further using more of my wolf strength than before, causing the ax to be dead in the center of the X.

My teenage werewolf husband was at a loss for words briefly when I spun around on my boots to face him. Never before had he seen the biggest smile on my face before and he wanted to take a picture out if to last a lifetime. “That’s my girl.”

“Thanks Jack…” I trailed off seeing his eyes flashing yellow and mine did the same when he strides up to me. My heart skipped a beat when he was standing directly in front of me. He leans forward and it was in that moment that we felt in sync with one another like we did the evening of our wedding.

Jack moved his hands up cradling my face before he crashed his lips down onto mine. I pressed my body against his and he growled into my mouth. I wasn’t sure what my parents meant when they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other until this very moment.

The desire was controlling our actions when he hosted me up by my thighs and I wrapped them around his waist. “I guess you can’t resist the flannels now unlike on our wedding day.” Jackson breathed out, breaking the heated kiss with our foreheads resting on one another.

“Jack, you know my aunt Bex wouldn’t dare let you marry me in a flannel. But yes I do rather like them , except right now.” I shake my head, draping my arms over his shoulders before I closed the gap again.

He pushed me against the side of the truck after he carried me over to it. One of his fingers threaded through my hair undoing the bun it was in. “You ain’t minding where this is going are you, Lina?”

“Nah I’m into it, Jack. Andrea better not be too upset if we aren’t back in an hour or so.” I giggled when we separated climbing in the back of his truck. Everything else went out the window with us shredding our clothes and connecting our lips again.

Missy’s pov

Turning the vehicle of the car off I focused my attention on Ethan sitting in the passage seat next to me. I figured that my parents were going to be gone for a while after they took my younger siblings and put them in the care of the Salvatore’s. Getting out of the car I went up the porch stairs opening the door pausing in the doorway. “Hey you okay?”

“I’m just afraid this won’t work.” I paused, eyeing the doorway at my feet.

Ethan sat his duffel bag down inside the Gilbert cabin stepping back outside on the front porch with me. “Missy, what’s wrong. What are you worried won’t work here?”

“I should have shown you this earlier but you are officially now a house owner. A vampire has to be invited in and so I asked Elena and Damon to switch the deed over to your name.” Drawing out a piece of paper I unrolled it, handing it to him that was a copy of the Gilbert lake house deed.

Ethan reads over it, raising a brow at me. “Why put my name on it when you have human family members?”

“Because this means that if something goes wrong you have somewhere to go. Somewhere to protect yourself from the world I know. This world isn’t always kind to humans.” I admit to him slumping my shoulders.

He smiled, putting the paper in his pocket. “Who knows maybe one day you won’t have to be so worried about me…now would you like to come in my lake house?”

“Thanks, E.” I grinned crossing the threshold and he tugged me against his chest and I laughed when he spun me around in a circle for a few minutes. He sat me down on the wooden floor, both of us smiling.

He pushed the door closed once we had separated from one another. I dropped our bags in front of the couch. I have been wanting to visit this place for a while now since we moved to Mystic Falls. For this moment it was just me and Ethan in our own corner of the world. “Hey would you want to toss the old football around on the back deck I saw outside by the lake.”

“You brought your football for the weekend?” I chuckled seeing him pull it out of his duffel bag tossing it up into the air and he caught it when it came down in his hands.

Ethan tossed it at me and it went over my head but I caught it with my fast reflexes. “Still a QB at heart. What can I say?”

“Hmm okay well you better come get me if you want the ball back. Unless you're afraid you’ll fumble again.” I smirked holding the football to my chest bolting out the backdoor with the human boy chasing after me. We kept running until I reached the end of the wooden dock but I didn’t let my smirk drop. “What ya gonna do Marcado?”

Ethan paused thinking for a second before he tackled me off the wooden dock and we collapsed into the cold lake water. “You shouldn’t challenge a former football player. Missy.”

“Ethan!” I squealed before we both went under the water. We came up and the football floated by my head. Splashing water in his direction he just couldn’t stop laughing at what he had just done. “I can’t believe you just did that to your girlfriend.”

The human smiled that cheeky grin. “You still found it fun though didn’t you?”

“I guess so now let’s go inside before you catch a cold.” I swam back to shore and he did the same holding onto the football with one arm. We got changed into some of our clothes we brought. Ethan throws some more wood on the fireplace.

He saw me sitting down a cup of hot chocolate since I both made us each one. “It seems pretty cool to be a vampire. So is it true that if I died with your blood in my system I would come back like you?”

“Yes, that's how it works. Why are you asking me this again?” I raised the cup to my mouth while taking a long drink.

Ethan takes a drink waiting a few minutes before answering me. “Uh…because maybe I want you to turn me.”

“W-wait now. There’s no way in hell I am doing that.” I nearly choked on my drink sitting my cup down on the table in front of me. Turning myself around to fully face him on the couch trying to read if he was joking.

Ethan slowly sat his cup next to mine not joking about this which scared the living crap out of me. “Missy, I am being serious. I want you to turn me. I want to become a vampire like you.”

“Why?” I spat at him snarkily.

He responded back. “Because you and your family always seem so cool with the powers you have. And you wouldn’t have to be concerned with my safety everytime there’s a monster.”

“Ethan, becoming a vampire isn’t something to take lightly. I didn’t get the choice to turn, most of us don’t. And it’s especially not just about the power you get after you turn.” Holding my hands up in front of me I ran one hand down my face. I was not expecting having this conversation with him tonight.

He blinked at me reaching down for one of my hands. “You can teach me how to control the blood lust-“

“E, I don’t have very good control over my own. I don’t want to be responsible for you right now either. There’s also the possibility of never having kids if you wanted them. You know you can’t have them with me because I’m dead. Then you’d be stuck at the age you are now…forever.” I sniffed through tears drawing my hand away from his twirling the daylight ring on my finger.

Ethan sighed leaning back on the couch and I felt guilty to tell him no but it was the right thing to do. “So you’re basically saying no?”

“Until you we really thought about everything I have said. Yes I’m saying I am refusing to turn you into a vampire.” I tucked hair behind my ear, shifting my body so I was laying with my head on his shoulder. “Please don’t be mad at me over this.”

Ethan paused and remained silent for a second. Yet he finally draped his arm over my shoulder. “I’m not angry with you M & M. I just wish you felt I was ready to be a vampire with you.”

“Let me have the conversation with my parents first. And you have to promise me you’ll think about everything you’d be giving up. Then and only then I will think about it.” Lifting my head up to his I gave him a weak smile, squeezing his freehand in mine.

Ethan nodded, staring into my eyes deeply before we settled ourselves in front of the burning fire. “I promise, Melissa.” I parted my lips knowing he must be serious considering he never called me by my full name up till this very moment.

Our relationship just got more complicated.

[caffedrine]

Keith Howell - Chapter 08 - Summary

I pretty much have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t trust me, and you shouldn’t either. This summary is not guaranteed to be accurate, it’s mostly written for myself to follow along with the route.

Emma is watching Keith practice swordsmanship with Yves and Licht. He’s calm and confident, showing that if anything, he is truly a good swordsman.

Someone whispers in Emma’s ear that Keith must be pleased with her.

Emma jumps back and whirls, only to find Gilbert right there with a sweet, refreshing smile. She hadn’t sensed his approach at all, and the combination of fear and surprise makes her heart thump wildly. Gilbert chuckles and apologizes for surprising her just as she’s recovered from her cold. At this point, Emma isn’t even surprised that Gilbert knows her health status.

Together Gilbert and Emma glance outside to see that Keith is no longer on the training grounds, it’s just Yves and Licht practicing. Emma asks if she can help Gilbert with anything. Gilbert explains that he was just curious about what had her watch the training grounds so intently. Emma doesn’t really believe him.

Gilbert asks if she and Keith are friends now. Emma admits that compared to when they first met, they’re definitely on friendlier terms. Gilbert thinks that Keith would probably say the same thing if asked.

With his true intentions still unclear, Gilbert tilts his head and narrows his eyes in consideration. He asks Emma if she’s heard the story about how Keith lost something more important to him than his own life. When Emma looks confused, Gilbert points out that she and Keith ‘spent the night together’ so he would have thought this story would have come out. Does she know anything at all about Keith? Gilbert has some pity for her, so he doesn’t mind sharing the story. What was it that Keith lost? When and where did he lose it?

Emma tells Gilbert to stop. She thinks that this kind of story is something she should hear directly from Keith, rather than a third party. If anything, she thinks that if Keith wants to keep this a secret, it would be wrong to be told it at all.

Gilbert purses his lips, looking frustrated.

Suddenly someone tugs her arm from behind, and Emma realizes that Keith managed to sneak up on them. He casually greets Emma and then ‘notices’ that Gilbert is also right there all while smoothly putting space between Emma and Gilbert.

(Someone is in trouble)

Emma wonders if Keith heard what she and Gilbert were talking about. Normally just looking at Keith’s face would give her answers, but right now her heart is too agitated to make heads or tales of Keith’s expression.

Keith explains that he just remembered that there was something he wanted to talk to Emma about, so he’s taking a break from practice. They have plans for Emma to guide him in the city today, but unfortunately, he has a meeting that he can’t skip, so is hoping Emma could delay their departure by about an hour. If it doesn’t work, they can postpone their adventure to another day.

Emma quickly assures Keith that she can shift her schedule by an hour, no problem. He smiles gently at her, and Emma is relieved to find that he didn’t overhear her and Gilbert after all. She begins to relax.  

After Emma leaves the area, Keith and Gilbert stand together in silence for a long moment. Then, without warning, Gilbert whips his cane at Keith’s throat, only for a large hand to grab and stop it.

Gilbert only smiles – it is him after all. He made the right choice in calling out to Keith. Gilbert gives a tug on his cane, and Keith releases it. Keith asks Gilbert to stop doing this every time they meet, after all, he’s just a gloomy and timid-

Gilbert asks which mouth Keith is using to say this. Keith helpfully points at his own mouth and says, ‘this one’.

Gilbert says that if he hadn’t set this all up, he wouldn’t have gotten the information he was looking for. Keith asks which mouth Gilbert is using to say this, and Gilbert glibly replies, ‘this one’.

Keith reminds Gilbert that the information he was moments away from imparting is forbidden, even in Jade where it happened. Gilbert apologizes, explaining that he was just trying to help Keith and Emma become closer friends. Well, Gilbert will stop interfering with them, but he would like to repeat his warning from the previous night – and not overdo it with Emma. Gilbert would hate to have to clean up the mess afterward.

Tap-tap. Gilbert leaves, the sound of his cane receding.

Keith mumbles that he will soon settle all doubts for sure.

A few days later-

Emma is with Keith at a party. Keith is obviously overwhelmed by all the people, and for a while they just watch an endless stream of people in gorgeous clothing enter the mansion. Keith quickly tells Emma that if she feels the slightest bit tired to not hesitate to tell him, and they’ll leave the party immediately. Oh, but if she doesn’t mind, can Keith touch her hand?

Curiously, Emma holds out her hand, and Keith holds onto it, pressing down on certain points. Emma thinks that his hands feel warm and nice.

Keith explains that he had been reading about pressure point massage relaxation techniques in a book. She had looked a little nervous so he thought that this would help her. Oh, but did he startle her by just grabbing onto her hand like a lout? He is very, very sorry.

Emma quickly tells Keith that he was right, she was feeling a bit nervous. And now, well . . . just feeling how warm his hands make her feel better than any massage could.

Keith is happy that his grotesquely large hands could provide some comfort to her. Then, shyly, he notes that Emma is very good at making him feel happy. His smile warms Emma’s heart.

Feeling better, Emma is now ready to face a party hosted by her favorite author.

*Flashback Time*

To thank Keith for being her personal nurse – to the point of even crawling into her bed to make her feel better – Emma invited him to a tea party as a thank you. It was then that Keith mentioned their favorite author, Sonia, hosting a party to celebrate the release of her newest novel.

Emma is excited, but not sure if it’s all right for her to participate, considering that her only relationship with Sonia is that of an avid fangirl. That said, how is it that Keith knows Sonia?

Keith apologizes for not telling her this earlier, but actually, Sonia is a close acquaintance of the Jade royal family’s chief butler. Keith has known Sonia since he was very young, and often (for him) attends her release parties. They are not overly formal, so he thinks that Emma might enjoy attending one with him.

Emma is honestly thrilled at the invitation, and it occurs to her that this might be a form of apology from Keith. He did, after all, put both of them in a very compromising position when he climbed into bed with her, though it apparently is an official Jade healing technique. One she hadn’t heard of outside of what Keith had told her, but still, even though he undoubtedly had good intentions for it, it had been weird for both of them.

In the end, with her own desire to attend accompanying the fact she had no reason to refuse, Emma had sought and gained permission from Sariel and was now attending as Keith’s guest. She is very excited to meet her favorite author and get to know Keith a little more.

*Flashback End*

Emma begins to notice the feeling of people’s eyes on her. She looks around and realizes that most of the guests near her and Keith are not very subtly eyeing her and whispering to others. Keith notices Emma’s distraction and apologizes. He doesn’t go to parties very often, and when he does, he always attends alone. Seeing him with a date is as odd as seeing snow in summer, so by proxy, he and Emma are becoming the center of attention. But Keith is still happy to attend Sonia’s party, especially with a fellow avid fan, and imagines the party will be more fun than usual.

Together Emma and Keith enter the mansion, Emma’s hand on Keith’s arm.

When the party officially started, Sonia started explaining her new work. Emma is entranced by her and notices that not only men but women as well are fascinated by her. After Sonia’s presentation, the party became more familiar, similar to one of the evening receptions held at the Rhodolite Castle.

There were a few differences though. Since Sonia was originally from Jade, most of the attendees are also from Jade. Even though Jade is a neighboring country, there are enough cultural differences for Emma to take note. The clothes, the jewelry, and the accents are all just a little different from Rhodolite. Even though this party is being held in Rhodolite, Emma feels like she might be in another country all together.

Eventually, they make their way to Sonia, who warmly greets Keith and notes that this is the first time he’s brought a date with him.

Keith explains that once he learned that Emma is a fellow fan of Sonia, he had no choice but to drag her with him. Emma takes this as her cue to introduce herself, helplessly gushing about her love for Sonia Sonia’s works.

Sonia thanks Keith for bringing such a cute girl to her, she’s as cute as Keith was when he was younger. Keith demurs, this must be an insult to the cuteness of Emma, since he was never that cute. Emma disagrees, Keith is pretty cute right now.

Emma realizes what she just said, and flushes, pressing a hand to her mouth just in case some other words try to escape. Sonia is interested and wants to hear more of Emma’s thoughts about Keith. Keith is concerned about the very red color Emma’s face is getting, and wonders if she’s getting sick again. He offers to check her temperature right here and now. Emma assures him that she’s perfectly healthy.

Another guest interrupts them, hoping to speak with Keith. Keith agrees and leaves Emma in Sonia’s care before heading off to chat privately with the man.

Emma watches Keith leave, and notices that a lot of the guests are also watching him. What is unexpected is the hostility and contempt in their gazes. One of the guests shifts his gaze from Keith to Emma. She can’t read his expression anymore, and he quickly leaves the reception area.

Sonia gets Emma’s attention again, and Emma tries to put the man out of her mind and focus on her favorite author. They are interrupted by a man inserting himself between them, cutting into their conversation. Sonia recognizes him as Duke Jellal and greets him.

Emma takes this as her cue to step away, but suddenly Duke Jellal looks right at her. She feels like he’s trying to judge her, and her skin begins to crawl. The Duke recognizes her as Keith’s date and suddenly seems a lot more interested in her than Sonia. Emma courteously introduces herself, using the alias that Sariel had provided her.

The Duke muses that she is a member of the Rhodolite nobility, it now makes more sense that she would be Keith’s date. After all, if she had known any better, she wouldn’t have come with Keith at all. He offers to share some of the gossip about Keith that she had doubtlessly been missing. Sonia calls out his name in warning, but the Duke ignores her.

Keith is a very bad, terrible prince. No matter what he does, he only gets half-hearted results. He claims to be doing his best for the country, but that is lip service only, and it forces everyone else to bear the burden of his terrible decisions. So many of the nobility suffer under him, all for nothing. The Duke would love to trade him for any one of the Rhodolite princes, but he doubts Rhodolite would even want a failure like Keith.

Emma is appalled, why is this Duke speaking so terribly about Keith? Yes, she has only known Keith for a short while, but she has seen how hard-working he is. And he is so kind – she knows that he wouldn’t do anything that would make people suffer. She begins to grow angry, to the point that she feels dizzy.

Duke Jellal continues. There were also rumors that for a while, Keith had gone insane, saying things that no doctor could explain.

Emma has almost had enough of this man. He’s very horrible to Keith, and seems to think that he can sway her. She opens her mouth to give him a piece of her mind.

Before she can actually say anything, a hand reaches out from behind to wrap around her waist and pull her back. Surprised, Emma looks up, only to see sharp golden eyes.

(Actually, Alter!Keith is here to also rip into nice!Keith)

Keith politely asks if he can join this interesting little conversation

[crimsonlyinglilly]

DAY 23: ALT 6: immortality

Day 23 of Febuwhump.

@febuwhump

from Familiar faces, set during 3x16 the Originals

The Mikaelsons are normally the greatest danger to themselves and Elijah, despite his many new lives and names, isn’t any different.

(AN- really wish I could get my mind to focus and write these in order.)

—-

As Kol and Davina walk away, he doesn’t worry, after all he has the last thing that could kill his brother in his pocket.

“It’ll be fine.” he promises Freya as she watches them leave with concern.

As he pulls it free to explain he’s amused to note that the three of them that remain are the few who predate him, his older sister, older brother and the girl who Finn has been in love with for as long as he can remember.

He remembers getting bruises from the few times he had gathered courage to tease him.  

He pretends to ignore Lucien because as long as he doesn’t show that night left a mark on him Lucien will mind his tongue, for his own good, but any sign otherwise would be akin to bleeding in front of a shark.

Actually ignoring his brother’s first sired would be easier if he wasn't unconsciously hyper aware of him at all times.

It’s also meant a surety that most of them would agree to destroying the white oak; Freya like him wants their siblings safe, Sage puts Finn above all, the only possible voice of disagreement was Finn, but he shouldn’t feel strongly enough to argue against the two people he loves.

He had Freya, he had Sage what else could Finn want for.

Still their immortality has never felt so false as Elijah holds the bullet of white oak, he had lost Finn and Kol, held Klaus in the aftermath as he realised his Sireline was broken, yet holding it now felt more dangerous than the stake that mother had made with his Gilbert ring.

It’s a relief to toss the thing into the flames.

Finn proves him wrong, proof again he doesn’t know his brother and the sight of Finn’s hand in the flames sends a flare of panic through him.

“Brother!” He can’t stop the shout even after everything as Finn lets out a scream of pain as he burns.

Finn pulls his hand out and Sage is beside him before he falls to his knees, his prize and their death clutched in a fast healing hand

“The little witch has condemned me to this! To remain a beast.” he snaps even as Sage slowly traces a hand over his, to get him to release the bullet.

“Finn!” Freya calls as Elijah finds himself lost for words.

“I can’t live though loosing the pair of you again.” Finn explains looking between Freya and Sage before turning his sight to Elijah. “Elijah... I can't bear an eternity with no hope of escape. Can you?”

Elijah swallowing thickly as the question hit too close to home, his own words to Dam and Zach, words he had repeated to Finn himself before he had truly remembered everything.

“I can’t keep doing this. It needs to stop.”

“I’ll find a way to break her curse, or a cure, you won’t be stuck.” he offered instead of letting himself compare their despair.

It wasn’t like he had given up find a cure for Elena or any of the others, it had just fallen to the side as his powers became as much of a threat to his family as the outsiders who circled them.

And he hadn’t thought of a world where he’d watch Finn age and die, Elena and Elijah Gilbert had come into the world together but Elijah had come before that and even after Finn’s death, Elijah still had Finn as a set stone of his world.

Even in the short time he had returned Elijah had foolishly let himself get used it that idea again, childishly believed in the promise Finn had made to an Elijah who didn't really remember the truth and broke straight away and his very first belief that everything would be normal if they had Freya.

“Finn,” he calls offering a hand “Give it to me.” 

Finn clutches the bullet tighter

He sees Lucian start to move from the corner, Hyper awareness has its uses and he uses his powers to throw him backwards the moment he starts to move inhumanity fast.

Timing works perfectly, Lucain flies into a far wall and lands on the floor hard.

“Alright, I wont get involved in this family drama.” Lucian calls with apparent amusement as he picks himself up.

He waits, his out hand unmoving, Finn sighs against the force of Freya and Sage’s pleading eyes and reluctantly drops the bullet into Elijah’s hand.

Of course his own momentarily panic had been enough to gain It’s attention because as soon as Finn returns the now slightly burned bullet to his hand he’s unable to stop his flinch as he’s hit by sudden loud laughter.

The expression cackling just for him to hear, far too close to free, too open with it’s want for him to lose everything and accept it.

‘A seed’ it whispers, ‘the start of a new forest.’ and Elijah is assaulted with the image of the bullet bursting with branches impaling each of his siblings with deadly accuracy.

He had alway been good with aim.

He dropped the bullet, barely noticing as Sage moved from Finn’s side to catch it before Lucian did.

“Elijah?” Several voices called with concern and confusion but Elijah couldn’t force him to pay them much attention as the voice in his mind was too much louder.

He had grown a new tree with ease from the one he had destroyed in his loss of control, that was years ago he was stronger now, so was it. 

This wouldn't be any different.

It wasn’t just the power from the people he had killed, it was the place he had made his most horrifying mistake, taking 12 x 12 lives in the mud and blood of a swamp of dead that was once forest and field filled with life.

The trenches were a nightmare the books couldn’t touch upon, and Elijah there without any reason to hold back but a want for answers for what he and the nightmares were, hadn’t.

Nature had helped him in its rage and left him with the power he couldn’t control.

He had locked the expression away, separated the sentient new being from the power that made it, and it had grown in his mind, learned from his memories, a black mirror of himself without any connection other than its chains to him.

He had been ignoring it for years, using a small parts of it and pushing it away to focus on other threats.

Now it was strong enough he couldn’t ignore it.

Now it was strong and no long bound as tightly that it could act against him.

Now it was a threat.

one by friend, one by foe, one by family, one by self.

It was as much Elijah, as he was, lives of being reborn together, Elijah attempts to keep them separate, to shut it out, had failed.

He felt the non-existence weight as it draped itself over him, breathing in his ear, dark promises.

How easy it would be to release him from the weight of his attachments, leaving just them to destroy and remake as they wanted.

He’d be free.

Never risking hurt and pain again.

He swallowed bile and tried to breath around the hole in his chest that the shiver of want at those words had caused.

A release-

The promises sounded a lot like turning off humanity that the vampires who came after them could do but without an end.

No. He wasn’t letting himself take after that mother, sorry Isobel. 

He pulled himself from the words back to the room, his siblings were looking at him with confused concern, Sage with understanding.

Of course Sage knew what he had used to bring her back, but with Kol and Davina absent, his older siblings were a little further behind on knowledge of Elijah mistake.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if they were just gone?” it purred.

[oumaheroes]

Thoughts on any other relationships? itapan, romerica, maybe pruaus? you look like the type of platonic spain and romano, but maybe those two? any other ship involving england and/or france?

I dunno if this is apparent by my silly billy blog and all of its posting, but Arthur is very much my lil bean cake and who I focus my relationship thinking about the most haha

I love me some FrUK, obviously, but also PrUK, EngBel (ugh, beloved), and EngPort as my favourites, and I have been known to go diving headfirst into other ships like scoteng, usuk, asakiku, and engita and enjoy them immensely (I just like Arthur put against different personalities and AUs and seeing how he ticks, what can I say)

Other than this, I'm not really a shipping kind of gal. I prefer found/family, friendship, historical, or something plot driven and so usually I focus on and search for these in fics as the focus. I don't know what happened to me with FrUK but it got me by the soul hairs and won't let me go, I don't think this deeply or am continually inspired by any other ship in the same way long enough to generate any true feeling. I like the intimacy and the depth of a relationship, the smoothness and the edges, so romantic or otherwise I'm a happy camper and only go rabid when FrUK is about

Characters together then, I really like the bad friend trio as an old and very layered, complicated ball of things, and I really like our boy Gilbo with Hungary (I think Gilbert's a very neat character in general). I like ScotFra (blame Senditothemoon primarily) and I like NedPort thanks to Cake. I've never been massively fond of GerIta (I think the early fandom did Italy so dirty as a character and I've never recovered), though SuFin I find cute. I was also never big on Spamano, I think Spain's personality works much more interestingly with Belgium or Ned but never with either Prussia or France alone- only in that three

Really though anon, I'm to my shame very Arthur centric and don't give much thought to characters anymore outside of the sphere he interacts with (very bad of me I know, though this does mean there's a whole treasure trove of good Hetalia fic out there for other characters for me to find)

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I have two full seasons of Britcom sitcoms that I’ve not yet listened to, but have downloaded and ready to. They are wildly different from each other:

Honestly, I probably should be sick of Not Going Out by now. I first watched it three years ago, when watching WILTY early in the pandemic sent me down a path of obsessively watching the collected works of David Mitchell and Lee Mack (and reading both their autobiographies). Lee Mack particularly interested me, for a bunch of reasons, only a few of which are defensible. A big one is that I horribly missed a good friend of mine, who coaches a team about five hours away from me, whom I normally saw most weekends at tournaments, but the pandemic meant I didn’t know how long it would be before I’d see him again. It ended up being nearly three years, I saw him again for the first time since March 2020 in December 2022. In May 2020, I knew I had a long stretch ahead, and I missed him so much. Obviously I missed a lot more than that, I missed my sport and all the people in it and all the things about it, but this one guy was the only really close friend I had from outside my own city, so the only one I knew I wouldn’t be able to see until travel became safe again, so I thought about him a lot.

May 2020 was when I watched WILTY all the way through (I’d seen a few episodes of it in previous years, but had never sat down to watch all of it), and used it to cope with the world ending. It’s relevant to note, at this point, that my out-of-town friend whom I missed has a fucking massive case of ADHD. A case of ADHD that can be seen from space. And I know every person with ADHD is different, but in this case, every symptom presented exactly the way it does in stereotypes. We made the perfect team when we worked together (to bring down the corrupt and predator-protecting systems in our sport, or so we thought, though looking back, we didn’t accomplish much of anything) – I, being compulsively organized, could actually keep track of everything the way he never could. And he could stand up and talk to people and take risks and put himself out there the way I never could.

Anyway. I'm getting side tracked here, but the point is that there’s a chance that that may have impacted on why I liked Lee Mack so much on the first proper WILTY watch, the way he violently exuded that same stereotypical ADHD energy every time he opened his mouth. There may be a similar explanation to my strong attachment to Rhod Gilbert. Either way, I wanted to see everything Lee Mack had ever done.

So in summer 2020, I watched every episode of Not Going Out that had aired as of then. It probably wasn’t the best use of my time. There were a lot episodes, and it wasn't really great enough to justify the time commitment. I mean, obviously it’s meant to be good, but it’s not meant to be revolutionary or anything. The fact that it’s a formulaic sitcom is by design. Lee Mack liked the sitcom formula, he created a show that followed it, and then relentlessly continued along that path for two decades, watching the comedy revolution happen around him and resolutely and intentionally ignoring it. He didn’t want the revolution. He wanted a classic multi-camera sitcom.

Not Going Out is better than most other formulaic sitcoms. It’s very joke-dense, which is impressive even if not every single joke is laugh-out-loud funny. Its writing is quicker and sharper and stronger than what you’d get in some paint-by-numbers sitcom that was created by someone who wasn’t passionate about that genre.

I’m not sure Lee Mack is a great actor, but he’s good at playing the character he’s written for himself. And at this point, it’s come back around from being tired and formulaic, to being classic. At times during Not Going Out’s run, that kind of formula was incredibly common, the sitcom market was oversaturated with it. Now, that sort of thing is rare, as trends veer toward something with more depth and realism. I like those trends, I think depth and realism are good things in a comedy TV show. But given that everything is going in that direction, I think it’s nice that we still have Not Going Out in 2023, a relic of a formula that served us for a long time, and that has plenty of potential for humour.

The main thing is that Lee Mack watched all those eras happen. He watched the years when that formula was common, the years when it was out of fashion, and then the years when it started to make a comeback for being “classic”. He watched other styles come and go. And all the while, he just kept making what he loved and wanted to make.

I hugely respect that about Lee Mack. He was one of the first comedians I got really into in my pandemic-era Britcom obsession, and now that I’ve gotten more into comedy, I’ve learned more about what styles and sub-genres I like, and mostly, Lee Mack isn’t really it. But he remains one of my favourite comedians because he does what he does well. It does make me laugh. He does it with an amazing amount of competence and care, and the result is funny, even to someone who would not call that their favourite style. I’m really glad that I got so familiar with his work (not just WILTY and his stand-up DVDs and Not Going Out, but also his autobiography and The Sketch Show and Duck Quacks Don’t Echo and a few other things). I think he’s very intelligent and very talented. So of course I will watch season 13 of Not Going Out, even if it’s not entirely my thing.

I haven’t started Bridget Christie’s show yet, so I can’t really speak to that one. I’ve heard a bit of her recent stand-up about menopause, and I’ve liked it, and I know her TV show The Change draws on that subject, so that sounds good to me.

Honestly, given her profile and work, it’s weird that she hasn’t had a show like this before now. I do like that genre of comedy TV show – the sitcom (and/or “dramady”) where a particular comedian wrote something semi-autobiographical, and then played a fictionalized version of themself in the lead role. Shows vary in terms of how autobiographical they are, and how fictionalized the main characters are. Other examples of this genre that I’ve seen include: The Dutchess (Katherine Ryan), Grandma’s House (Simon Amstell), Ladhood (Liam Williams), This Way Up (Aisling Bea), Feel Good (Mae Martin), Out of Her Mind (Sara Pascoe), Moone Boy (Chris O’Dowd), Josh (Josh Widdicombe), GameFace (Roisin Conaty), Starstruck (Rose Matafeo), and for that matter, Not Going Out (Lee Mack). I’m looking forward to seeing Bridget Christie’s addition to genre, it sounds like exactly the sort of thing she does well.

[universestreasures]

@ravenretainer (Because we havn't actually gotten to do any Nobles PH content yet sooo)

"Well...looks like we're almost there." Oz says, confirming they are indeed close to their destination as a giant circus tent comes into view. With all the commotion in the Rainsworth House surrounding the recent poisoning of its heir after attending the Akaba House's gala, the investigation of the Pale Moon Circus and their illegal use of chains from the Abyss was put on hold. Honestly, the timing of the entire event seemed too perfect to be a coincidence to Oz. After all, what better way then to halt Pandora in its tracks than to shift its focus to another investigation all together? Considering the circus' access to chains and all other sorts of creatures, it's certainly possible.

That's why he and his servant were out here in the field, going to confirm if the young lord's theory was true. Alice didn't go with them considering she probably wouldn't be best for a recon mission. Though, that did mean Oz would have to rely on Gilbert if they got into a fight, something he hopes to avoid at all possible today. They were just here to uncover information, nothing more than that.

Although, considering he's never been to a circus, it's also possible his child-like nature from being secluded from the outside world for most of his life will get the better of him. Thankfully he has his servant here to keep him focused, even if Oz makes no promises that he won't try to rope Gilbert into some shenanigans. He wouldn't be Oz if he didn't at least try to have some fun on the job, right?

"I wonder what kinds of things we'll see today, Gil! I hear circuses are the most fun time anyone can have, and aside from the sketchy dealings regarding the captures of Chains and stuff, the Pale Moon Circus is said to be the best one in the land!" You could already see the star twinkle in his eyes, honestly enjoying thinking of this little mission that doubled as a fun outing. "Oh! I wonder what kind of food they'll have! I'm starving!"

His stomach then growls as if on queue, further emphasizing the young lord's eager appetite. It was understandable since they had been traveling since early this morning and it was well past lunchtime. Looks like getting lunch would be the first thing they'd do when they arrived.

"Say, have you been to a circus before, Gil?"

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Things didn't get under Gilbert's skin easily. Sure, some people do it flawlessly, but they are often killed for that act.

But he couldn't do that with Morgan.

Something kept feeling off, kept feeling wrong. Yes, people change, especially in the time between when they first met and now.

Anywhere else they were normal, calm, happy, and themself. But not here. Not in Obsidian. Here, they were jumpy, on edge, scared of their own shadow.

Rodric and Kayden even took note of how different they were literally anywhere but Obsidian.

They knew how safe they are by his side. They knew what he would do if anyone dared to look at them the wrong way. Yet...

Morgan was outside playing with their dog. A genuine smile on their face. A weak one, but it was there. It enraged him to see that damn mutt make them so happy here when he was right there.

He often wanted to put down the dog, but then Morgan would be too upset to even be around him, so he would have to live with it. Sadly. Just because it was always a comfort.

-----------------

When Morgan walked into Gilbert's office, they looked around.

"Is my butterfly looking for something?~" Gilbert whispered in their ear, seeing them jump at that was amusing.

"Gah! Gil! I heard you wanted me for something?" They looked so curious. Gilbert couldn't help but wrap himself around them, giving them small bites.

They were still tense. He closed and locked the door before pinning them against it.

"Gilbert. I'm not in the mood to-"

"I can see that. You haven't been in the mood for a lot while here. You don't need to pretend. Don't do it for my sake."

Morgan looked away, clearly ashamed. So Gilbert grabbed their face and forced them to look at him.

"You're mine. None else will toutch you. None else will hurt you. None else will even look at you. Not without my permission."

"I know..."

"Then stop pretending. Weren't you the one to tell everyone else that?" It was rhetorical, of course. They are the one that has been working their ass off for others. Those they will never meet, and those in arms reach. They are making a big change.

"You're right... I thought that being here would be easy... but it's hard... so hard..." They were crying now, sobbing even.

He moved them into his arms, petting their head gentley. He knew Obsidian broke them. So he is here to help put them back together. Just like they are so willing to do with him, just like they are willing to do with so many.

He nipped at them again. Causeimg a soft giggle from them. There was the person he loved.

"Welcome back."

"Good to be back"

[dangerouslyintofictionalloves]

Different (Ruby x Fem OC) P.T.2

Disclaimer: This is a LGBTQ+ Short Story, although the actual character may not be LGBTQ+ it is just a story and I know I'm not the only person that is open to this side of this character. We all write fanfictions that change characteristics of a character so I hope you all keep that in mind and do not attack me in the comments for the content that I have written.

Other Content Tags: Fluff, Cuteness, Heart Squeezing or Cringey Scenes, Slightly Out Of Character Dominance Ruby

Part One

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Lily smiled to herself as she laid on her bed reading a romance novel. The way the characters interacted with each other. Strangers that seemed like lovers, it made her think of the scenario that had happened between Ruby and herself. Ruby had taken her to the river and picked flowers for her. The mere thought of it made her heart flutter. She looked over at her nightstand and bit her lip as her eyes roamed over the sight of the beautiful flowers Ruby had picked out for her.

"Lily darling!" Rosetta called from downstairs. Lily snapped out of her thoughts and sat up from her bed quickly. "Yes mother!" She called back. "Your little blonde friend is here to walk with you to school!"

Lily bit her lip again and smiled. She quickly grabbed her school bag and put on her coat as she rushed downstairs. Being the clumsy bucket she is, she missed the last step and yelped as she felt herself getting sucked down by gravity.

Her eyes snapped shut waiting for the impact that never came. After a few moments of confusion her eyes fluttered open, only to meet the wondrous ocean blue eyes of a certain blonde girl. "Are you alright Lily?" She asked. Lily was blushing like crazy. "Y-Yeah I'm fine. Thank you for catching me although I must be quite heavy" She said quickly as she stood up in a slight panic.

Ruby noticed her nervousness and smirked. "You're actually as light as a feather my darling. Now we must make our way to school" She said as she offered Lily her arm. Lily gladly linked her arm with Ruby's and bit her lip as they made their way to the path that lead them to their school.

During the walk Ruby kept finding more and more ways to tease Lily. Which only confused the poor girl and flustered her completely. Once they arrived to school no one had questioned their behavior. The boys just assumed it was what females did and the girls had no idea about Ruby so they just assumed she grew close to Lily.

Ruby lead Lily inside and helped her with her coat which Lily thanked her for. Ruby grabbed Lily's hand and pulled her to their seats while the other kids just waited outside for their teacher. Lily took this time to continue her novel and Ruby just admired how the light caressed Lily's silhouette. "You're so beautiful" She whispered aloud.

Lily had overheard Ruby and gasped softly. Ruby wasn't aware that she had said that aloud and assumed Lily was reacting to a scene in the novel she was reading. Since no one was in class she moved a strand of hair gently behind Lily's ear. "Beautiful" She whispered again.

Lily gulped and tried to ignore the comments so she wouldn't startle Ruby who was obviously in a dreamlike state. All of a sudden the class had filed into the schoolhouse like a herd of horses. The sudden action had made both girls jump and Ruby went back into pretending that she was so into Gilbert Blythe. Meanwhile Lily had a hard time wrapping her mind around what had just happened. Like Ruby was just losing control of herself and her emotions the more they spent time together. Lily couldn't fathom the idea of Ruby having feelings for her in return. They're both women for crying out loud. It is forbidden.

Miss Stacy walked inside to begin class and Ruby was completely over trying to keep up her facade of being overly in love with Gilbert. At first she truly felt that way. Then she laid eyes on Lily and her heart had never loosened it's grip on the gorgeous exotic girl.

During class Lily could not concentrate one bit. Luckily today was the day that the whole class was working on a newsletter. Miss Stacy knew that Lily did better work alone so she was allowed to do whatever she please as long as it was productive and stimulated her mind. Ruby was sad as she sat with Josie Pye. Josie was concerned since the only time she had ever seen Ruby like this was when Anne came in with Gilbert.

Ruby was staring off at someone and Josie knew it wasn't at Gilbert since he was on the other side of the room. She followed Ruby's gaze and silently gasped as she noticed that Ruby was staring in a wanting manner over at Lily Adams. Ruby placed a hand on her cheek as she watched the girl flip through the pages of her novel. "Ruby are you alright?" Josie asked.

Ruby sighed and shook her head then laid her head down. "I'll be fine Josie, just a bit tired is all" She responded. Josie was in utter shock of what she had just put together. She did notice that recently Ruby's attempts to fan over Gilbert seemed more forced nowadays but she would've never thought that it was because that Ruby wasn't attracted to him anymore.

She clicked her tongue and planned in her mind on how to confirm her suspicions. Once everything had been slightly thought out Josie Pye got up from her seat and walked over towards Lily. "Oh wow Lillian, you're reading a novel for the time we're supposed to be working on the newsletter as a class. Are you some sort of teachers pet to be able to gain this sort of privilege?" She asked.

Lily had flinched at the sound of her full first name. "Now now Ms.Pye that is enough" Miss Stacy started. Josie glanced over at Ruby who had clenched fists by her side then turned her attention back to Lily. "Well bookworm, I hope you don't intend to sabotage this class by not participating in any class activity. Oh, who knows if you ever brought any value to this class anyways. Carry on." Josie snickered as she returned to her seat.

Miss Stacy was not too happy about the events that unfolded and looked over at Lily who only smiled sadly in attempt to reassure her that she was okay. "Josie, we will have a talk when class is dismissed. Now get back to work." Miss Stacy said. Lily returned to her individual activity as the class silently gossiped about what had just happened once Miss Stacy turned her attention back to her previous task grading their assignments from earlier.

Word Count: 1121 Originally Written and Published on Wattpad April 14th 2020