#honorable mentions: FREYA of course

[poisonedfate]

top 3 one-off merlin characters?

see now. i'm still in the middle of my rewatch, but i could bet a lot of coin that i'll forget someone important, but....can't get em all, so here goes:

fisher king. love the fisher king. the fisher king is The character. if the fisher king has a million fans etc etc, i love him. put "nr1 fisher king fan" on a t-shirt and give it to me. anyways.

george. i always forget he's technically a one-off, because he lives in my heart and he's always there even if we don't see him. long live george.

elena. i don't think i need to explain myself here. love her, think about her often, hope she's doing well. although very comic-relief, her arc was always very interesting to me, she's near and dear to my heart.

ask me things

[darlingdekarios]

hide and seek.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 5,555 content: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader, reader is referred to as a codename "Freya" and related nickname from Ghost, smut [fingering - receiving, unprotected p in v, mentions of stomach bulge, creampie, oral - receiving], kink(s) [size, outdoors, slight degradation, praise, squirting, cum eating], not beta/proof read deal w/ it

during a training exercise, the lines between hunter and hunted become blurred, and the feelings that have been buried inside claw their way to the surface.

"You can't hide forever, Freya."

Eight hours and fourteen minutes into a training exercise with Taskforce 101, and the two men who remained were starting to question if the words rumbling through their ear piece were correct. Dropped in the mountains within a ten mile radius of one another, it was a game of hide and seek … each of you taking on both roles simultaneously as you tried to remain hidden while taking out your opponents.

It was an honor system - survival of the fittest. Price, of course, at a camp at the base of the mountain, sending a team out to retrieve those who were picked off. Now it had dwindled - only the three of you remained, and the comms channels had been particularly quiet as time ticked by, each of you convinced you'd prove yourself top of the food chain eventually.

But Ghost's voice had interrupted the quiet, your focus broken for a moment as you halted all of your movements, waiting for the forest to respond to his voice. When nothing close to you alerted you dropped your own voice lower to quip back at his taunting, adjusting your position where you currently crouched.

"Just have to outlive you, LT."

"And Gaz. Don't forget about Gaz."

A smile spread across your lips, backpack sliding off your shoulders and to the ground quietly in an effort to increase your movement radius. Your target was well within sight now, the figure hunched over a jet boil that was working to make him a hot meal without smoke.

"Oh, don't worry. I didn't forget about Gaz."

"Well, I'm still here, so you've still gotta worry about me finding you first," the named man finally responded, his voice echoed from the earpiece and from the figure in front of you, carried between the trees as he gave no effort to hide himself, thinking he was without company.

You were moving forward now, using trunks and bushes for cover, stalking toward prey that remained blissfully unaware that its downfall was close enough to see puffs of cold breath from them.

"Not for long."

From there, it was silence from you, any further conversation a threat to giving away your location the closer you drew to him. You could hear the uptick of worry in his voice immediately when he responded, his focus on dinner shattered as he stood again. There was no possibility of him fleeing now, not with hot equipment to turn off and put away. Instead, he'd have to wait for the inevitable.

"What's that mean?" he questioned, head searching around his perimeter desperately in hope to find you before you could reach him. When his question went unanswered the frustration in his voice increased, a subtle shake indicating he was aware of his mistakes. This game was over for him … now he only needed to wait. "Hey, what's that mean?"

"That doesn't sound good, Gaz."

You were trying to ignore the tone Ghost used now as he spoke … the subtle amusement lingering under his tone only spurring you along more. It was over for Gaz before he had a real chance to react.

"Freya, what does that … FUCK!"

His shout was muffled into your hand as you slid up behind him and covered his mouth, a victorious smirk covering your face. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket you activated a GPS tracker to signify his pickup location, moving around him to look him face-to-face. He gave you a nod of respect before you hurried back to the trees, replacing your equipment and setting off on your next target.

"That's Gaz out," Price's voice was smooth in the comms, ready to set the match into its final round. "Ghost, Freya, you're all that's left. Try not to play with your food too much."

"Hmm."

You wondered if Ghost had an advantage position now, if he was looking to the trees for evidence of Gaz's retrieval, perhaps hopeful for a tip toward your location. You were eager to ensure he'd receive none.

"No promises."

"Once the sun goes over the mountains, you're alone for the night. No comms. It becomes true survival. Understood?"

"Copy," the two of you spoke in unison and Price dropped out again, returning the two of you to your isolated setting. As you hiked forward you found an eagerness filling your stomach … butterflies fluttering around as the prospect of facing Simon in this setting as the victor for this game set in on you. He could hear the smile you wore on your face as you all but purred into the comms.

"See you soon, Ghost."

The confidence in your voice sent a shiver down his spine - something he found becoming a common occurrence whenever you were around. From behind his mask his lips curved into an amused smile, though his tone indicated no such thing when he spoke.

"We'll see about that."

"It'll get cold soon, Frey. Once the sun drops over those mountains …"

It had been just under two more hours since you'd taken Gaz out, and things had mostly been silent. Neither of you wanted to outright give away your locations by something as easily avoidable as not remaining silent, so for the most part you had, only responding to Price quickly when he provided time updates.

"If you're worried about a little cold you could always forfeit, Ghost."

The laugh that rumbled in him came through even lower through a microphone like the one you wore now, and while the sound still set all of your nerves ablaze, you wished you could hear it in person. It was a ridiculous offer - Simon Riley had never forfeited in his life and he wouldn't start now, even if it meant sleeping beneath a layer of snow tonight. It was something about him that pulled you in like a magnet, his proven results time and time again securing your unspoken feelings for him.

Feelings you now couldn't afford to focus on with bragging rights of this size at stake. You were well aware of the possibility that Ghost had an eye on you through a scope - he could already be tracking your every move. You were certain that, knowing him, he would be close - he wouldn't allow his last remaining enemy to stray too far.

You still hoped to use that to your advantage, opting to ignore the cockiness in his words.

"Not a chance."

It was only an hour later that the sun was no longer offering any amount of warmth, the last of its gold and orange hues diluted by the beginnings of the night sky.

"Price did say if we're out past sundown we're out for the night."

"You sound scared, Frey. Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark?"

"Not a chance."

Really, you weren't…not now, anyway with every inch of your body burning with the desire to win. You echoed his earlier words to initiate a playful banter the two of you ever really enjoyed alone, inviting him in to another game with the reminder that now, only the two of you remained on the line. Thankfully he took the bait, catching on quickly to what you silently offered.

"You should be…never know what's lurking about…hiding behind a tree, in the shadows."

To his own internal pleasure, the quiet laugh that he allowed to rumble through his chest was joined with your own, the soft sound sending a rush of warmth through his body. Though he'd never admitted aloud - maybe not even fully to himself mentally, in truth - he craved moments like this with you, where your laugh and your casual tone fell easily on his ears like the chirp of birds in the morning.

Instead, he enjoyed his time with you selfishly, the need he felt within him to enjoy more of you buried inside where it would never see the light.

"Could say the same to you, big guy. What's lurking in the shadows around you?"

There was something in your voice that made the hair on his neck stand, something to the tone that piqued his interest further. You were almost purring - he was starting to wonder if Price's request not to play with food was directed entirely at you now. As he focused on your tone, on his surroundings, on taking in the trees around him and desperately trying to ignore the new tightness in his pants, your eyes were on the finish line.

You had slipped free of your boots and socks again, suffering through the cold ground in an effort to quiet yourself further as you stalked your way to him slowly under the cover of darkness. When you could begin to make out details - the pockets on his jacket and pants, the glimmer of zippers as they caught the remaining light, every curve his silhouette offered…you stilled, enjoying the moment.

His breath was visible - heavier than usual. You couldn't help the rush of pride that filled you at even the slightest hint that you had his nerves alight. How many people could say that about Simon Riley? It was a feeling so fulfilling you were almost tempted to bask in it longer, to savor every microsecond it lasted.

But the promise of his reaction was far too enticing to stay hidden for too long, a fact you succumbed to as you silently took more steps toward him.

"Hey, Simon?"

"Hmm?"

"Boo."

Fortunately the ground was soft enough to aid in the jump you sprung into to wrap your legs around his waist from behind, your arms wrapping around his neck and giving the slightest squeeze to accentuate your point. He'd lost.

"Fuck."

"Concede."

When the order was not immediately fulfilled you squeezed ever so slightly harder, only enough to drive it home. This was a fair win. One you'd earned.

But he wasn't hesitating to find a way out…he'd taken an intentional moment to allow you time to bask in your glory - at least, that was better than admitting he just wanted to feel you closer for a moment longer…for as many moments as you'd allow. Regardless of his own wants and completely focused on what would make you happy (though he could already feel it radiating from you), he forced himself to not, a deep breath filling his lungs as you released him.

When you climbed down and he turned to face you, the grin that had spread across your face fell open. In preparation for the dark Simon had already removed his glasses, leaving his sparkling eyes bare for you to see, more of his face exposed now in his balaclava than you'd ever been treated to before.

(Though it was hardly enough. Your curiosity about what would greet you beneath the black fabric grew by the day…by the second now as you made eye contact like you'd never been able to before.)

In the depths of his eyes your own pride was matched, telling you enough about his thoughts on your win that the words could truly go unspoken. He studied you carefully, enjoying the curve to your lips as a coy smirk and how somehow still, despite the pride, a neediness flooded behind it all, something as primal and feral as the forest's inhabitants.

"How long have you been on me?"

"Right after I picked up Gaz, he was trailing you from the southeast."

The mask's fabric shifted confirming the light smile that played on his lips, his eyes burning into yours now. As intense as his gaze was (it always was, why should now be any exception?) you were lost it in, searching for a hint of what he was thinking…what he was feeling. He was an expert at this - at hiding, at interrogating, he could easily pick you apart and have the answers he wanted flowing from you with only a little more effort.

With you, however, it required no intimidation to coax what he wanted from you.

"You could've caught up before sundown, then," it was a simple statement, his eyes not leaving yours as he took a knee on his sleeping pack before you, digging in his bag for a small towel and a fresh pair of socks. He motioned for you to take a seat on the rock he'd set up camp next to, nodding in appreciation when you adhered. "Your pace is faster than that."

You hadn't known him very long - you weren't even technically part of the task force as it stood. It has been almost a year, however…nearly twelve months of knowing the man who now knelt before you, carefully wiping mud from your feet and handling you like you would shatter if he wasn't softer than a hummingbird's feather. You didn't know what to expect of physical contact from him…but this degree of gentleness was certainly not it until this moment.

You thanked him for his delicacy by ensuring your eyes never left his face, eager to meet his gaze again whenever his found you again.

"Could've, yeah," you confirmed when he started to slip the warm socks onto your feet, his attention now nearly fully returned to maintaining eye contact with you. You were aware that with each passing moment your heart was beating faster…even more aware that you couldn't stop it even if you tried. "You could've tried to track me."

"Could've done."

"Why didn't you?"

He was still on his knees in front of you - in fact, there was no sign he intended to move now.

"Wanted to see how long it took you to find me. Wanted to see how you'd approach."

You'd never heard his voice like this - so quiet it offered no disruption to the peaceful mountains around you. Not quiet like he normally was to avoid an enemy, quiet to pinpoint that the words were only for you. As if you needed another reason to be attracted to him - as if the very definition of perfection could get any better.

"Did you find my methods satisfactory?"

The longer his eyes burned into yours the easier it was to ignore the dropping temperatures in the air around you.

"I did."

His praise - even just that was enough to be considered such - struck you to your core. You found yourself speechless, your face burning. Unaware for a moment as one of his hands rested against your knee, uncaring that you probably looked foolish as all you could do now was stare. He was willing to hold your gaze for as long as you offered it - a dangerous fact.

"If you're trying to prove yourself to Price, you don't need t' put yourself at more a risk of injury to do it. Proper footwear is important."

"I'm not proving myself to Price. I'm proving myself to you."

He'd been choosing to ignore the signs from you - opting for the safety of denying what was transpiring between the two of you now for the security it provided. It seemed those days were gone - even the air around you seemed to be pushing the two of you together.

Still, this was a territory he'd convinced himself was forbidden, and in his internal fight as to how to move forward it allowed you a moment of doubt. It was you who spoke again before he got the chance, eager to explain your actions further.

Not that you owed it or he expected it…you needed it now to fill the silence.

"I wanted to hear it from you…that I bested you," he could hear the doubt blossoming on the back of your words - it wasn't like you to share like this, it was much safer to keep things to yourself. But if you did that forever, he would as well…and the reality was, you were more willing to break the unspoken rule with yourself before he was. "I wanted to hear the pride in your voice. To see it in your eyes."

His eyes found yours again as he reached a hand toward your face, hesitating for a moment just centimeters away to give you the chance to slap his hand away, waiting for any action from you that confirmed the doubts ever-present in the back of his mind. Instead, ever so subtly your head leaned closer to his hand, inviting the distance to be closed.

All the signs were there, and now he just had to read them.

He grasped your chin between his fingers and held you gently as he drew closer to you, his free hand reaching up to push the bottom half of his mask up. His lips were more inviting than any you'd seen before - it was a cruelty that he covered them, a gift at the same time to your focus.

(For the record - you'd gladly sacrifice your focus if it meant watching his tongue run across his bottom lip. A momentary lapse of your attention was well worth witnessing the way he invited you in now.)

"Who knew you could be so needy?" he questioned, his tongue swiping across his lips again, finger tapping your chin playfully. That alone sent you clenching around nothing - just that taunting question was enough to fully spiral you into desire. "Why don't you tell me why you kept us out here after dark first?"

Your face was burning - every inch of you was burning. Simon was an intelligent man - your plan to string the game along longer hardly a secret now. It was your turn to concede - he'd found you out. Somehow, you couldn't even begin to remotely care.

"For this. This moment alone."

He had come so close now that the distance between your lips could hardly be considered decent. With the smallest movement either of you could have closed it - a kiss both of you had long awaited in silence a promise now.

"Are you hoping for a reward?"

Your mouth had never been this dry and you could only nod, savoring the way his free hand now ran up your side, urging you forward slightly. He began to lean closer, slower than you'd ever seen him move before, to demonstrate where he intended to go, hoping you would follow his lead - hoping you could be the one to initiate what was to come.

"Use your words."

"Yes."

Like a flock of birds startled by a sound too loud cracking in the night like thunder you came crashing together like lightning, his lips finding yours like they'd already done so a thousand times before now. With his strength he had you on your feet and against a tree in the time it took for a gasp to fall from your mouth. He paused, dark gaze softening briefly as he waited for you to give any sort of show that you wanted him to stop. When you didn't, his lips finally claimed yours as your hands pulled him in firmer by grasping his collar.

It was heated - both of you had waited for this moment while simultaneously avoiding it since you'd met, but now that it was here it demanded everything from you - the kiss itself was all-consuming. As your lips and tongues danced together both of you allowed your hands to explore under shirts as best you could. His hands engulfed you - any part of you he grabbed was with as much as he could possibly get his hands on, noticeably holding himself back from grasping tighter in an effort to spare you from bruises.

Until your nails ran down his abs hard enough to leave red trails in their place and he took the unsaid words as further permission, his finger tips digger into your hips harder as he leaned more of his weight against you, truly pinning you to the tree. He gave you a moment to breathe - your vision blurred as you blinked up at him, eager to see the swirls of color in his eyes this close but still hopelessly wanton for his mouth on you some more.

A light smirk played on his lips at your expression - pupils and eyes wide and your already swollen lips remained parted, desperate and shallow breaths falling from your lips. He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before trailing his lips to your jaw, dragging them back until he reached your ear with a gentle nip at the lobe.

"'s this what you wanted, dove?"

You could hear the desire fueling his words and could only whimper and nod in response as his lips connected to your neck, one of his hands releasing its hold on your hip to unhook the button of your pants. His lips reached lower, beneath where a collar would normally sit on you to suck a spot that raised goosebumps all across your skin as your zipper was undone. You realized you'd yet to give him the verbal response he probably required and it came from your chest as a broken moan as his hand slipped into your pants, pushing your underwear to the side.

"Y-yes, sir."

It was his turn to groan now, his fingers spreading your folds to spread the slick that had already started to leak from you. He bit into the spot he'd been paying attention to, uncaring if it left a mark for others to see in more casual settings, savoring the gasp and moan that fell from your lips and the way your hands desperately clawed at his sides to hold you to earth as your hips bucked forward, his fingers teasing your entrance as they did.

"Fuckin' soaked already, eh, love?" his taunt was directly below your ear followed by a loving swipe of his tongue, uncaring of the sweat that had gathered on your skin throughout the day and cherishing everything you had to offer. His fingers traced your hole slowly, teasing you with the slightest entrance several times before he continued. "I've barely touched you, y'filthy girl…"

You could once again only whimper as two of his fingers slipped inside of you with a quiet 'tsktsktsk' sounding against his teeth, his muttered words of praise and degradation muddled by your hazy mind as he stretched you open. He was well attuned to what your body responded to, pumping the thick digits into your tight sex with the perfect speed, rubbing against the most sensitive and velvet part of your walls perfectly each time to pull more moans from you.

His lips found yours again when he was satisfied you'd finally caught your breath enough to meet you in another bruising kiss, his hand that wasn't focused on fucking your cunt reaching to work his own pants partially down his thighs, freeing his throbbing cock with a grunt. You could tell by the speed to which his fingers entering you picked up and the rough grasp on one of your hands that he needed you just as desperately, guiding your hand to his cock and groaning again into your mouth as you wrapped your hand around his thick shaft, stroking his length tenderly.

As you continued to ensure your hand paid attention to every inch of him available he worked your pants down, making sure to quietly ask you if you were too cold in doing so and rewarding you with a gentler kiss and pressing closer to you when you shook your head. You could feel an orgasm building in you heavily and he picked up on the cues your body provided like it was something he'd been doing for a long time already, pumping his fingers faster as he continued to relentlessly kiss you.

"Go on, then," he coaxed against your lips, still not pulling away enough to give you a chance to suck in a full breath. You were dizzy, vision blurred already as every cell in your body focused on finding release. "Get nice and messy for me to fuck you."

It was that promise that sent you over the edge, the first wave of euphoria crashing over you and blinding your vision as you gushed around his fingers, the sloppy sounds of them entering your spasming repeatedly bringing a smile to his lips. He gave you the chance to breathe finally, releasing you from his kiss as his fingers abandoned your white hot core, hands grasping your hips to lift you upward. You realized your hand had fallen away from his cock as you'd worked through the initial hit of your orgasm and reached for it again, guiding it between the folds of your pussy and guiding it back and worth as he situated you between him and the tree, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

You were closer to his face now and could see the emotions in his eyes more - the hunger and need that filled him pouring from his expression and accentuated by a groan as your slick was spread over his cock. His words were barely more than a growl - the conflict deep behind each one only evident because you understood him. "Shouldn't…fuck you raw, dove. Such a bad fuckin' idea…"

You whined to communicate your dissatisfaction, already desperate to feel every inch of him buried in you and logic chased from your mind this soon after one orgasm had rushed through you. You reached between your bodies to rub your thumb over the pre-cum leaking from his swollen cock, grinding against him more. He was coated in your slick already - the fact he could slip into you with enough aid from just that unfocusing his mind.

"Need you, Simon…"

Of course it was his name on your lips that silenced his worries - that completely erased them. He adjusted quickly and with one swift movement his cock was stretching you, splitting you open on inch after inch as his lips found yours again. It was a fact that his length was too much for you to take in full, one you ignored happily and in a moderate state of drunken bliss until he'd bottomed out in you, tip pushing against your cervix. One of his hands remained attached to your hip and the other reached to press against your stomach and the bulge, adding to the pressure seated in your core so much you already started seeing stars again.

"Y'okay, princess?"

Any other time you'd have snipped at him not to call you that, but now as he muttered it in a slightly higher pitch, his whisper desperate and light against your lips you couldn't bring yourself to mind the name - with his cock buried in you you only nodded in response. His eyes met yours again before he leaned his forehead against yours, giving you a moment to focus on the feeling of his pulling his cock out from your velvet walls slowly.

He waited for a moment, teasing you with a delicate kiss to your bottom lip before he sheathed himself into you fully again with one swift thrust, hand pressing down against your stomach again. The sound of your pussy accepting him in with a squelch combined with the moan that ripped from your chest was pornographic and addicting, and he immediately entered a bruising pace to repeat it as much as he could - greedily working for another release from you.

You were thankful that his resolve had completed melted away as he got lost in the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock on each entry, moans and grunts repeatedly falling from his lips as he fucked into you. While most of his hand stayed pressed against his own bulge inside you he reached his thumb down to your clit to rub the swollen nub, eagerly claiming your mouth again with his tongue when a moan erupted from it.

He continued his efforts relentlessly but gave you another break to breathe to lower his head to your neck again, kissing a trail down to your collarbone where he nibbled lightly, testing how the added stimulation would effect you. Despite the repeated moans and whimpers falling from your lips - it wasn't enough from him, the need to push you over the edge and prove to you the months of this building was worth it fueling his movements with primal need.

His hold on your hip became harder as his speed increased, thrusting into you desperately and rough. Distantly you could hear him praising you repeatedly as your walls began to squeeze his length tighter, mumbling quiet words of appreciation into your skin interchangeably between biting and licking and sucking. When your legs began to shake around him, he knew you were close and while he could've continued on just how he was he pressed for more, fucking into your harder with bruising thrusts into you.

(In the morning you'd remark that he could've taken it easier on you considering you had a hell of a hike back to camp and it would only be worse with a bruised cervix and hips. He'd only offer you a smirk as he remarked the pain would be good for you.

But he'd carry you for however long you asked him to if it was too much.)

"That's it, dove," he cooed, adjusting to look into your face again. "Want you to cum on my cock…want to see how messy we can make you, yeah?"

You nodded, vision blurred as you met his eyes again, eager to see the gaze of adoration he was now offering to you. His lips twisted into a smirk at the sight of your mouth hanging open, a bit of drool running down your chin - something you hadn't noticed and would've felt embarrassed over if he hadn't leaned forward and greedily swiped at it with his tongue, kissing you deeply again.

It was then that a second orgasm was pulled from you - but between the stimulation of the head of his cock rubbing against the perfect spot inside you, his thumb circling your clit, and his lips kissing you as though it was life sustaining this time your release squirted from you, your release coating his cock, waist, and thighs. A low groan rumbled in his chest and his speed picked up again, savoring the feeling of your walls clenching around him and milking his own release from him.

He opened his mouth to try to warn you it was coming - a lost cause when you abandoned his kiss to attach your lips to his neck and jaw, lightly nipping and licking at several sensitive spots that were typically covered to the world. He grasped your hip tighter and stilled his movements otherwise as he filled you with his release, his hot seed creating such a large load that it was already leaking from you around him.

You continued to kiss on his jaw as you both came down again, Simon waiting until he was certain you wouldn't fall before he removed his length from you, gently lowering you back to the ground. His eyes remained transfixed on your combined releases leaking down your thighs for a moment, conflicting emotions once again flooding his expression as he gazed at you. Just as you opened your mouth to ask if he was okay he dropped to his knees, using one hand pressed against your stomach to pin you to the tree again as the other lifted one of your legs over his shoulder.

He leaned forward to lick each of your thighs clean - you wished he'd removed his mask briefly so you could tangle your fingers in his hair, the thought was abandoned when he leaned forward fully to connect his flattened tongue to your folds, licking a slow stripe through them gently. You gasped and grasped at what you could, landing on holding the hand over your stomach and the back of his head, anchoring him to you.

He was happy to accept the way you pulled his head forward, burying it into your cunt more until his nose was pressed to your clit. His tongue found your hole and fucked into it, greedily slurping in as much of your releases as he could. It was entirely too much the way he swirled his tongue and sucked against you hungrily, but you still couldn't silence the loud cry of disappointment when his mouth abandoned you only to stand and kiss you again, silencing your whine with his tongue sharing what he hadn't swallowed for himself already.

When he released you again he leaned his forehead against yours, a lazy smirk spread across his lips that matched the smug energy radiating from him. With a shaking voice you quipped at him, unashamed of what he'd reduced you to and completely pleased with how your plan had come to fruition.

"Price told us not to play with our food."

The way his laugh huffed from him in his breathless state was intoxicating, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip briefly catching your gaze and transfixing you again.

"What Price doesn't know won't hurt him.

masterlist. call of duty masterlist.

[inked-night]

At the precise moment Ellenia slipped through the crowd, leaving a trail of floral perfume and polite murmurs, the smile painted on Freya’s face vanished like mist at dawn. Her expression transformed into a grimace of disgust so pronounced it might have been carved in stone. Beside her, Rudbeckia de Borgia, Izek’s betrothed, held a wine glass with the grace of a lady… or so it seemed.

"I'll be frank, Rudbeckia" Freya began, her voice as sharp as a knife's edge. "I don’t think you’re the right match for Izek"

Rudbeckia, who had been in a contemplative silence (Well, she was actually evaluating the salon curtains, finding them excessively ornate to the point of bad taste), was forced to focus on the young woman with purple eyes. 'Is she talking to me?' She wondered, pointing at herself in a gesture so belated it almost showed dust settling.

Looking back, Rudbeckia’s life had always been a carousel of the absurd (She had spent her days dying and reviving in an endless cycle to appease The Entity! Of course her sense of normality had twisted like a pretzel!), but even she had to admit this latest turn of events was perplexing.

Just hours earlier, she was in the realm of Haddonfield, playing cat and mouse with that scoundrel Michael Myers (The rascal kept trying to impale Illyana on a hook!), while her companions, Cale, Shen Jiu, and Penelope, busied themselves repairing the last generator…

How had she ended up being catapulted to another world that, by some cosmic joke, turned out to be her first life? Not that she had memories of it, but still, who was the genius who brought her back? And why had they separated her from her beloved girlfriend and comrades?

Illyana, this poor Rudbeckia misses you! But fear not, Rudbeckia will find a way back to you.

"Do you think that because Izek treats you kindly, you deserve to marry him?" Freya spat the words with venom so subtle it almost floated in the air, while she poked Rudbeckia’s chest, hoping to provoke tears or at least a grimace of pain on her unperturbed face.

"Marry?" Rudbeckia blinked, surprised by the mention of such a commitment. Her mind, usually drifting in a state of blissful intoxication by the presence of her attractive girlfriend, accelerated at a dizzying speed. She opened and closed her mouth several times, trying not to appear completely clueless, though she was known to be slower than a snail in an obstacle race when it came to matters unrelated to Illyana. "Why would I marry anyone other than my precious, magnificent, and adorable Lyna?" The response came automatically, with a tone of indignation suggesting that the mere idea was blasphemous (And this coming from someone who had at one point shared blood ties with Myers).

Marry some Izek in this life? Never! Rudbeckia was resolutely loyal to Illyana. She had dreamed of her ideal wedding with Illyana more than once. Lyna, dressed in white, adorned with the most dazzling jewels in the world, and Rudbeckia, crying tears of joy, would cling to her future wife’s waist as she dramatically fell to the ground, overwhelmed by the honor of being loved by Lyna. Rudbeckia would try to kiss the ground Lyna walked on, but she, as benevolent as a saint, would pull her up by the hair (Yes, yes!) to calm her, patting her back and giving her looks full of sweetness and affection.

"W-What?"Freya froze at Rudbeckia’s torrent of words, unable to fully process what she had just heard. "Are you mocking me?" She retorted, gripping her fan so tightly the ribs creaked. "Who the hell is Lyna?"

"My future wife!" Rudbeckia proclaimed with such vehemence it seemed she had opened the floodgates of a dam that everyone (Cale, Shen Jiu, and Penelope) had decided to keep locked with padlocks and possibly tons of cement. The passion and love Rudbeckia felt for Illyana were so intense and cheesy they bordered on exasperating. "The woman for whom I would give my life! No, forget that, if anything happened to Lyna, I would raze this unworthy world to ashes and then join her in death"

Rudbeckia loved talking about her girlfriend. She could spend hours, entire days, rambling about any detail of Illyana, to the point it was worrisome how she could speak nonstop without taking a breath in those moments when you had the misfortune to ask her about 'Lyna'.

Cale thought Rudbeckia had a problem… but Rudbeckia had no problem! Nothing in this universe was worth or as fascinating as Illyana! Rudbeckia was born to adore that precious, ethereal woman!

"No, wait…" Freya didn’t expect to stutter, but she also didn’t expect this young woman, daughter of a conservative and devoutly Church-going family, to speak so rapidly about a woman, whom she described as: 'The Goddess of Goddesses, before whom all should bow and feel grateful if Illyana ever glanced at them!' "Stop… Are you even breathing!?"

"Look, look, I have pictures of her!" Rudbeckia, ignoring Freya’s frantic attempts to stop her, pulled out a wallet from nowhere (Do wallets exist in this world? No? Luckily, Rudbeckia always carries hers, filled with photographs she took with the full consent of her beautiful albino!) and unfolded it, showing images of an albino woman with long, wavy hair, vibrant fuchsia eyes, and soft features that seemed to hold all the calm and patience of the universe.

Freya could only watch in horror as the object extended to touch the floor, and not only that, she was sure the wallet had wrapped around a nearby column. What kind of sorcery was that!?

"And what about Izek!?" Freya tried to regain some ground against Rudbeckia’s verbal onslaught.

"Who needs that Izek fellow?" Rudbeckia paused her monologue for a moment, looking at Freya as if she was the one who didn’t understand anything. A smile lit up her face, almost glowing, forcing Freya to squint. (Freya could swear she even saw hearts floating around Rudbeckia!). "I was born by my mother, and I will die for Illyana, preferably being suffocated between her thighs"

[thequeenofneverland1]

The Hope Of The Mikaelsons Family Part Eight

Summary the Mikalesons made the ultimate sacrifice to protect Y/n, from a malevolent force known as the Hollow. As they separate to keep Y/n safe, the family faces a harrowing journey filled with battles, spells, and emotional turmoil. Meanwhile, Y/n navigates a new life at a special school for supernaturals, grappling with the loss of her family and the longing to be reunited. With themes of love, sacrifice, and resilience, the Mikaelson family must find a way back to each other, forging a bond that transcends time and distance. Will their unbreakable bond prevail, or will the darkness of the Hollow threaten to tear them apart forever

Warnings: Violence and intense battle, Themes of loss, separation, and longing, Use of magic and supernatural elements emotional themes such as grief and sadness, Mention of parental sacrifice and danger, Potential triggers for those sensitive to themes of family separation and abandonment and Language and content appropriate for a mature audience due to complex emotions and themes

Hayley held you tightly, whispering soothing words as you and her trembled with grief. Vincent, looking somber, placed a comforting hand on Hayley's shoulder.”They're doing what needs to be done. The city will be safe now, and so will Y/n.”

She nodded, though the weight of their sacrifice was almost too much to bear. She looked at Vincent, determination and sadness in her eyes. “We will never forget what they've done for us. Never.”

Vincent nodded, understanding the gravity of their loss. He turned his attention back to the ritual remnants, ensuring everything was properly secured.”We need to make sure the Hollow's power is completely contained. Freya, can you help me with the final seal?”

Freya stepped forward, joining Vincent in the intricate spellwork necessary to ensure the Hollow would never be able to reunite its fragmented essence.”Of course. We need to make sure it can never threaten Y/n or anyone else ever again.”

As they worked together, the magical energy in the room intensified. Hayley held you close, watching as the final pieces of the spell fell into place.”There. It's done.”

The air seemed to still as the spell took hold,sealing away the Hollow's power for good. Freya turned to Hayley and you, offering a small, weary smile. “It's over. She's safe now.”.

Your voice’s trembling “Are they... are they really gone?”

Your mother holding you tighter “They did this to protect you, sweetheart. They wanted to make sure you would be safe, no matter what.”

Vincent approaches your Hayley and you “It's going to be hard, but you have to remember their sacrifice. They did this because they love you.”

You nodded, tears streaming down your face. You looked around at the faces of those who remained, the weight of the moment pressing heavily upon your young shoulders.”I miss them already.”

“We all do. But we have to keep going, for them. We have to make sure their sacrifice wasn't in vain.” Your mother tells you

Freya, still weary from the spell, placed a hand on Hayley's shoulder “We have to stay strong. We have to make sure the city remains safe. And we have to protect each other.”

Hayley nodded, her resolve strengthening. She looked down at you, her heart filled with both sorrow and determination “We'll get through this, together. We'll honor their memory by living our lives and protecting those who can't protect themselves.”

Vincent, your aunt Freya, your mother Hayley, and you stood together, a united front against the darkness that had threatened to tear them apart. Though their hearts were heavy with loss, they knew they had to carry on. For the city. For their family. And for the future they had fought so hard to protect.

Far from the city, the four siblings felt the weight of their sacrifice. Though separated, their bond remained unbroken. They knew they had done what was necessary to protect you, and that knowledge gave them strength. Always and forever.

Klaus is sitting alone in a dark room, looking at the family photo. "Always and forever," he whispered to the empty room, his voice tinged with sorrow and resolve.

Elijah standing by a window, staring out into the night. "We will endure," he murmured to himself, clenching his fists. "We always do."

Rebekah lit a candle, her eyes filled with determination. "For our family," she vowed softly, the flame reflecting in her eyes. "For Y/n."

Kol leaning against a tree, looking up at the sky. "We’ll find a way back," he said, determined in his voice. "We always do."

Freya is seated at the table, looking at an old family photo. Hayley sits nearby, holding you, who is still visibly shaken.

Vincent stands in the background, keeping a watchful eye.”We have to make sure the city remains stable. The Hollow's followers won't just disappear overnight. They'll be looking for ways to bring her back.”

Freya nods.”I can help with that. We can set up wards and protections around the city. But we need to stay vigilant..”

your Mother strokes your hair. “and what about Y/n? How do we keep her safe?”

“We'll need to keep moving, at least for a while. The Hollow's power might be contained, but there are always those who will try to harness it” He says

You look up at your mother, your eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination.”I don't want to run forever, Mom.”

Hayley kissing your forehead.”I know, sweetheart. But we have to be careful. Your father, uncles and aunt made a great sacrifice to keep you safe. We have to honor that by staying one step ahead of anyone who would try to harm us”

Freya looks at you. “you have a strength in you, Y/n. The same strength that runs through all of us. We'll get through this together.”

Klaus was there, alone. He was pacing, restless. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. He opened it to find Elijah standing there.

Klaus was surprised to see his brother standing here “Elijah. I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

Elijah stepping inside. “I couldn’t stay away. Not after what we went through.”

Klaus sighing as he shook his head. “I told you to leave me to my fate.”

“And I gave you my word. But it doesn’t mean I won’t be nearby, watching over you.” He tells Klaus

Klaus looked at his brother, a mixture of frustration and gratitude in his eyes.”Me either brother.”

Elijah places a hand on Klaus’s shoulder. “Always and forever, brother.”

Klaus softening says. “Always and forever.”

Rebekah and Kol are also struggling with their new reality. Rebekah is in a small apartment, looking at a map of the world. Kol is in a different city, standing on a rooftop, looking out over the skyline.

Rebekah whispers to herself. “I’ll find a way to bring us back together. I won’t let this be the end.”

he whispers to the night. “Always and forever, Bekah. We’ll be together again.”

Hayley is tucking you into bed, whispering comforting words to you . Freya is in the living room, working on protective spells. Vincent is preparing to leave, knowing that his work is far from over.

“Keep in touch. We need to stay coordinated.” Vincent tells Freya

Freya nods. “I will. Thank you, Vincent. For everything.”

Vincent: nods back. “Take care of each other.”

As Vincent leaves, Hayley walks into the living room, her eyes tired but determined. “We'll keep her safe. No matter what it takes.”

“We will. And when the time is right, we'll bring them all back together.” Freya tells Hayley

“We need to stay one step ahead.The Hollow's followers won't give up easily.” Hayley tells Freya back.

“I've set up wards around the city, but we'll need more than that. We need allies. People who can help us protect Y/n and keep the city safe.”

Hayley nods, her determination evident. “I'll reach out to the werewolf packs. They owe us. And I'll talk to Marcel. Despite everything, he still cares about this city.”

“I've got my people watching the streets. Any sign of trouble, and we'll be on it.” Macel says

Hayley says with a smile.“Thank you, Marcel. We can't do this alone.”

Marcel nodded. “We're not alone, Hayley. This city is our home. We'll protect it together.”

Rebekah in a small European town. She's sitting in a café, looking through old family photos. Her phone rings, and she answers.”Kol. How are you holding up?”

Kol, who is in a bustling city, surrounded by people but feeling utterly alone.”It's not the same without all of us together. But we'll make it work. For Y/n.”

She smiles through the phone. “Always and forever, brother. We'll find a way back to each other.”

Vincent is at the church, preparing for another ritual. He is joined by a group of witches who have pledged to help protect the city.”The Hollow's power might be contained, but we need to remain vigilant. We can't let our guard down.”

One of the witches, a young woman named Ivy, steps forward. “We'll stand with you, Vincent. For the city, for the children, for all of us.”

Vincent nods, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. “Together, we can keep the darkness at bay.”

Klaus and Elijah, who are in a remote cabin in the woods. They are working on setting up a protective perimeter. “This place will keep us hidden for now. But we can't stay here forever.”

He said. “We need to keep moving. The Hollow's influence is strong.”

Klaus looks at his brother, a mix of determination and sorrow in his eyes.”We will find a way to defeat this. And when we do, we will be together again.”

He nods, placing a reassuring hand on Klaus's shoulder. “Always and forever, brother.”

your mother is tucking you into bed. you look up at your mother, fear still lingering in your eyes.”Will Daddy, My uncles and aunt Bex be okay?”

She smiles softly. “They'll be fine, sweetheart. They're doing this to keep you safe. And we'll see them again. I promise.”

You nodded ,holding onto your mother's words.”I miss them.”

She pats your back to get you to sleep.”I know, baby. I miss them too. But we're strong. And we'll get through this. Together.”

Hayley enters the room, looking concerned.”How is it going?”

“Slowly. The wards are holding for now, but we need to be prepared for anything.” Freya replies.

“I talked to the werewolves. They're on alert and ready to help if we need them.”

Freya nods, appreciating Hayley's efforts.”Good. We'll need all the help we can get.”

You're in your room, drawing pictures of your family. and you looked up when you heard a knock on the door. and It's Marcel.”Hey, Y/n. How are you holding up?”

“I miss them so much.” You replied

Marcel kneels down to your level, offering a comforting smile.”I know you do. But they're out there, fighting to keep you safe. And we're all here to make sure nothing bad happens to you.”

You nodded, trying to be brave.”I'm trying to be strong. Like Mommy said.”

Marcel smiles at you.“And you are. You're one of the bravest people I know.”

Klaus and Elijah are in the remote cabin. They are discussing their next steps.”We need to find a way to destroy the Hollow for good. This separation can't be permanent,” Klaus says, his voice firm and resolute.

Elijah agrees. “But for now, we need to focus on keeping Y/n safe. Since The Hollow's power is still inside of us,” he adds, a hint of worry in his tone.

Klaus looks determined, his eyes burning with resolve. “We'll find a way. We always do.”

Vincent is meeting with Ivy and the other witches in the church. They are discussing their strategy. “The Mikaelsons have bought us some time, but we need to find a permanent solution to the Hollow's threat.”

Ivy says. “There might be an ancient spell in the archives that can help. It's dangerous, but it could work.”

Vincent considers this, weighing the risks.”Let's find it. We don't have any other choice.”

Rebekah is trying to gather information about the Hollow's origins. She meets with an old friend, a witch named Lily

“The Hollow's power is ancient, and it's tied to this world in ways we don't fully understand. But there might be a way to sever that connection.” Lily informs her.

“What do I need to do?”Rebekah questions

“It's not going to be easy. We'll need to gather ingredients from all over the world. And we'll need the blood of the original family.” Lily replies

Rebekah nods, determined to do whatever it takes.”Then let's get started.”

Back in the cabin, Klaus and Elijah are preparing for an attack. They've sensed that the Hollow's followers are closing in on their location.

“They’re here,” Elijah remarks calmly.

“Then let’s give them a proper welcome,” Klaus replies with a smirk.

Klaus and Elijah stand back to back, ready to fight. The followers burst through the doors, and a fierce battle ensues. Despite being outnumbered, Klaus and Elijah fight with a ferocity born of desperation and love for the family.

As the followers of the Hollow approach, you stand at the window, watching the chaos unfold. Despite your fear, there's a spark of determination in your eyes.

Hayley and Freya, fortified in the mansion with werewolves standing guard, prepare for their own battle. Marcel arrives with reinforcements, alerting them to the imminent danger.

“They're coming. We need to be ready,” Marcel warns.

“We are. We'll protect our home and our family,” Hayley asserts with unwavering resolve.

As the situation intensifies, you whisper to yourself, a mantra to bolster your courage. “Be strong. Be brave. For them.”

“No matter the distance, no matter the darkness, our bond remains unbroken. Always and forever,” you affirm, a solemn vow echoing through the tumultuous night.

You stood at the edge of the French Quarter, your eyes scanning the bustling streets below. The city had changed in the years since your family had been forced to separate, but the memories lingered, haunting you. Now a teenager with a fierce determination inherited from both your parents, you felt the weight of their absence keenly.

Hayley approached, sensing your melancholy, and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Are you okay, Y/n?"

You sighed, your gaze distant. "I miss them, Mom. I know they had to leave, but... it's hard to keep hoping."

She nodded understandingly, her voice gentle. "I know, sweetheart. But they did it to keep you safe. We can't forget that."

Meanwhile, Klaus stood by a window elsewhere, staring out into the night. Elijah, always attuned to his brother's emotions, approached him quietly.

"Thinking about Y/n again?" He asked softly.

Klaus nodded, his expression pained. "I can't help but wonder how she's grown, what she's like now. It's been years, Elijah."

He placed a reassuring hand on Klaus's shoulder. "We'll find a way back to them. We always do," he reassured, his voice steady with conviction, echoing their eternal bond.

You were training with a group of witches, honing your magical skills. Despite the Hollow being long gone, you felt an inexplicable need to be ready, to be strong.

After the session, you walked through the French Quarter, your thoughts heavy. You often found yourself wandering to the places you used to visit with your family. The memories were bittersweet.

As you turned a corner, you bumped into someone you didn't expect. Marcel Gerard, the new king of the city, smiled warmly as he greeted you. "Y/n, it's good to see you."

You returned the smile, though it didn't quite reach your eyes. "Hey, Marcel. How's everything?"

Marcel looked at you with a mix of pride and concern. "The city's holding up. And you? How are you holding up?"

You shrugged, your thoughts heavy with longing. "I'm managing. Just... missing them."

Marcel nodded knowingly, understanding the depth of your feelings. He had watched you grow up, seen the resilience and strength that ran in your blood. "I understand. They did what they had to do to protect you."

You sighed softly, grateful for his understanding. "I know. It's just hard sometimes."

"If you ever need anything, Y/n, you know where to find me," Marcel offered sincerely, his voice reassuring.

"Thanks, Marcel," you replied, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence.

As you continued your walk through the French Quarter, Marcel's words echoed in your mind, a reminder that despite the distance and the passage of time, you were never truly alone in this city that held so many memories of family and resilience.

Rebekah paced the floor, frustration etched on her face. "I can't stand this, Elijah. Being apart from Y/n, from each other. It's torture."

Elijah, ever the calm presence, tried to soothe her. "We must remain patient, Rebekah. For Y/n's sake. We will find a way."

Kol entered the room, his usual mischievous grin replaced with a rare seriousness. "I've been working on something. A spell. It might just help us reunite without putting Y/n in danger."

Klaus looked up, hope flickering in his eyes. "Let's hear it, Kol. Whatever it takes, we need to be a family again."

The siblings gathered around Kol, their focus on his every word as he explained the details of the spell he had crafted. They listened intently, their determination to reunite growing stronger with each passing moment. For you , for each other, they were willing to risk everything to restore their bond and bring their family back together once more.

You sat on the balcony of the house, gazing up at the distant stars that mirrored the separation from your family. Softly, you whispered to yourself, "Wherever you are, I hope you're safe. I love you."

Hayley joined you, her presence comforting as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "They love you too, Y/n. And they'll come back. Always and forever, remember?"

You nodded, finding solace in her words and leaning into her embrace. "Always and forever."

She observed you with a mix of pride and sadness, seeing how you were growing up and finding your own path, yet feeling the weight of the distance between you and the rest of your family. She often found herself lost in old photographs, wondering when you and them would be reunited.

Meanwhile, Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol persisted in their efforts to find a way back to you. Kol's spell showed promise, but it demanded time and precision. They all understood the agonizing necessity of keeping you safe from any remnants of the Hollow's influence.

Klaus, particularly, spent long hours brooding, his thoughts consumed by you. Elijah tried to keep him grounded, reassuring him that their reunion would come, even as the waiting grew more unbearable with each passing day.

As years passed, you adjusted to your new life at the Salvatore Boarding School for the Young and Gifted. The weeks turned into months then it into years, and you found yourself immersed in your studies and the unique environment of the school, where young supernaturals like your learned to harness their abilities.

You excelled in your classes, your natural talents and Mikaelson bloodline giving you an edge. You made friends, attended school events, and gradually stopped asking about your family. The longing in your heart dulled, replaced by the daily routines and challenges of your new life.

Yet, despite the new friends and experiences, there was always an underlying sense of loss. You had given up hope of ever seeing your father, your uncles Elijah and Kol, and your aunt Bex again. The Mikaelson family, once the center of your world, had become a distant memory, a part of your life you believed was gone forever.

Hayley watched you from afar, as she observed these changes in you from a distance, her heart breaking as she saw the light dim in your eyes. She knew that keeping you safe meant keeping you apart from your family, and she could only hope that one day you would understand the sacrifices they had made.

[aurorawest]

Book ask 4, 5, 9, and 10?

4. Did you discover any new authors that you love this year?

In no particular order: Emily Tesh (I read Silver in the Wood early in the year), Charlie Adhara, Kim Fielding, Aster Glenn Gray (tbh, I should have included Honeytrap in my list of books that surprised me with how much I loved them), Anita Kelly, DN Bryn, and Kit Oliver.

5. What genre did you read the most of?

I don't really consider LGBTQIA+ to be its own genre, but let's say LGBTQIA+ romance, haha.

9. Did you get into any new genres?

No, I've kind of always read widely. About the only genre I never read in my younger days was romance, which now of course...see above. But that started before this year.

10. What was your favorite new release of the year?

Probably have to give the nod to A Power Unbound by Freya Marske. Of course, my TBR is so long that I won't even get to a lot of this year's new releases until next year, haha. Honorable mentions to Solomon's Crown by Natasha Siegel, Something Wild & Wonderful by Anita Kelly, and The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by KJ Charles.

Thank you for asking!!

end-of-year book ask

[ofnoblestag]

    ❝ no one hurts my family and lives. no one  . ❞

   𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 :   elijah mikaelson   ››   original vampire   ››  daniel gillies  .

❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ―   ◜   ❏  . ― noble demon , knight templar big brother , blood stained suits & cuff links , the mantra of ALWAYS AND FOREVER engraved in your siblings tongue and in your hearts . ―   ◜   ❏  . ―  →

𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

name . . . . elijah mikaelson

nicknames . . . . 'lijah ( by his siblings ) ,

age . . . . 30/1000

sexuality . . . . bisexual yet leans more towards women

date of birth . . . . january 1st

place of birth . . . village in what is now mystic falls

gender . . . . cis man

pronouns . . . . he + him

current location . . . . beacon hills , CA

languages . . . . universal .

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

zodiac . . . . capricorn

bad habits . . . . choosing his words carefully in order to find loopholes around his promises .

hobbies . . . . reading , sparring

fears . . . . mikael, losing his siblings

other mentionable details . . . . elijah will do anything to protect his family.

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

faceclaim . . . . daniel gillies

height . . . . 5'11''

hair color . . . . brown

eye color . . . . brown

scars . . . . a couple here and there when he was human .

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

parents names . . . . esther ( mother / deceased ) + mikael ( father / deceased )

parents relationship . . . . horrible and stained .

siblings names . . . . freya mikaelson , finn mikaelson , klaus mikaelson , kol mikaelson , rebekah mikaelson , henrik mikaelson .

pets . . . . n/a

income . . . unknown

residence . . . . mikaelson home in beacon hills

𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

pretty much all of elijah is canon aside from some canon changes below :

―  Among of all the Originals, Elijah can be considered the most caring, compassionate, moral and honorable, though his sense of what's right and wrong is slightly twisted. He will do anything for his family. fuck around and find out if you plan to do something against them

―  elijah didn't kill tatia. while he has his own demons and red door , esther falsely added to it in order to break him to get him to side with her . ( of course , this never worked but he still believes he killed tatia )

―  coming to beacon hills once hayley awaked them , elijah has become more over protective of his family. still hates marcel and doesn't regret killing him.

[ataraxiaspainting]

Decided to hop on the Aya lore train! If you play/used to play Animal Crossing, what villagers do/did you have?

omg this is such a fun question!! thank you so much for it, it genuinely made my day hehehe.......... <3

i got all my villagers off a top ten animal crossing villager list in like... may of 2021? i usually just go with whatever's the most popular, which isn't really the best because trends come and go so fast, but after taking some time to think about it i really came to like them. even though most of them fell out of style.

raymond (of course...)

marshal

fauna

coco (creepy cute villager gang rise up, i think she's actually my favorite!! she gives me books and stuff all the time...)

audie (i saw the video about how she was named, and it was the cutest thing ever. i now watch audrey's videos from time to time to get that serotonin kick)

diana

stiches

merengue (my older sister gave her to me after swapping her out for sherb. thanks sis!)

ankha (queen. enough said.)

judy (my friends think she's creepier than coco. i think her star eyes are so pretty...)

honorable mentions: tia, cookie, rosie, daisy, elvis, fang, flurry, all the sanrio villagers, freya, fuchsia, gayle, goldie, julian, june, ketchup, kiki (i see what you did, animal crossing villager naming person. i see you and i appreciate your service.), lobo, lolly, lopez, maple, margie (my first normal villager... i'm sorry i betrayed you...), marina, zucker, mitzi, molly, olivia, wolfgang, peanut, phoebe, poppy, portia, reneigh, sherb, sky, vivian, and whitney.

(yes, it's a lot but to be fair i kicked out a lot of villagers to get the specific ten i wanted.)

both my sisters and i had a whole war going on with this random pig. he would come to our islands and refuse to leave. we're convinced it was the same guy too. he stood in the way of our villager hunting endeavors and we even performed rituals (aka just chanting "i'll eat porkchops" over and over until he left. yes, his name is chops.).

i've only "finished" (in the heaviest quotations imaginable because technically you can't finish it...) animal crossing new horizons. i recently acquired my old nintendo 3ds back after not playing on it for like a decade, i think? bought some cards (nintendogs, dragon quest, pokemon mystery dungeon, etc) and i'm starting to play them whenever i have the time to! they're quite good so far!

[goji-pilled]

MK-S: You could probably make a role-play story out of a Rykard Tarnished, especially for a NG+ character; left to find something to slay the snake, main the spear for a while, and then discover that Rykard devoured his knights. Then after beating him, vow to be better, and then main the Blasphemous Blade, with the “family” it mentions in the description now meant to refer to your comrades.

Alternatively, for a regular NG, perhaps be a tarnished who left on Rykard’s orders, and returned to find the honorable man was nothing like he was when you left; an element of mystery, as to why he isn’t showing his face around the manor, foreshadow with the ghost of a comrade, realize you haven’t seen ANY other knights of his, and the horrific reveal of the snake and that he fed himself to it.

I just hope these were entertaining little reads. Good day to you.

these are great ideas but i already decided id actually rather keep them as someone loyal to rykard even after he becomes the lord of blasphemy.

possible someone who had sworn their loyalty perhaps even before he was praetor rykard, but ultimatly fell during the shattering in the war on geimir, and when returning as tarnished is faced with what their lord has become.

of course, unlike pretty much everyone else, they do not find themself disturbed, but rather admire it. similar to tanith.

they'd be fine with being devoured even, but for now, until that day may come, there's other ways they can contunue their service to ryakrd, perhaps now more under tanith than him though, which is fine by them. they always liked tanith (cant say the same about their old comrades)

!and here comes spoiler talk about the dlc!

on the other hand i could see that kind of story for a redmane tarnished who is far more like jerren than freya, who just wanted to put radahn to rest with an hourable death just as he had wanted and deserved after his long battle with the rot and stars.

and is then absolutely horrified by miquella's plan to resurrect him and freya's willingness to go along with it, making them swear they'll kill radahn again, to finally put their general's soul to rest once and for all.

[the-firebird69]

Bradley GT. Part 6

This is actually trump and he says I'd be honored if you'd be in the contest I think it's you again and he's smiling and saying yeah this is gonna be a real contest for stuff that's real and stuff you guys will say we'll use this and that like maybe a mile Euclid's and things like that and he smiled and said ohh yeah. And we're getting this going people have these and they know what to do and he can lower the seat LOL it really is not that tall and people who drive these are not massive but this car works for them the so dodge neon not the Chevy Geo and that's not even a Chevy so it went out wrong because of Trump and here he is so he put it back and they're fighting and that's what it's like and they want to do that and it's going to be a heck of a time and then the race and things all of this has appointed system but really if you win the race we have to look at you very seriously and the speed is It's 380 to 420 and he thought it was real fast he looked at and said I think so. It's going to be real light and we're gonna erase your prototypes unless you think you have time to make a new one and he goes wow in front wheel drive it has to stay so he goes good not good but good and it's a big bump there it should do it and people say it kind of fits and he says it's his son and he says it's his son's idea and his son finally got the acknowledgement and now told him the name of the car and I'm gonna give away cigars and the asteroid Rolex and Hera in in a vacat has a couple items this is just the stuff in Vegas And a vacation there but really there's big stuff. And he mentioned some of it and there might be a Mega Yacht or two and we have ships that do shipping and so he's thinking about it and some people think it would be like the Yamato. So there are people who are interested this is what we need to say I said.

Thor Freya

I already loan time he's got dinner but low on time and I would tell you these things are awesome to me my father and mother don't know tons of stuff she knows a lot more than he does and they're kind of eking by and asking everybody for assistance and now I see what it is this is them being leaders and that's what leaders do and I'm g.... and that's what leaders do and I'm gonna try this out and we're gonna get this coney and we're gonna have an agreement and we're going to make a company and we might even manufacture it for them but it's their design you see and that's what he was thinking earlier and I caught it and of course Hera did

Savage

I'm in this too and we gotta get going but terrific and yeah he was thinking that it would be there to sign this their design it's important that's what's making it work and the contest we're going ahead with this now. The problem is that he can't get anybody to do it by themselves if you have a contest more than one person is gonna do it and we'll be able to get one working then we're gonna take the design parameters and there might be some arguing about it but really you've won a race and the things dirty and we give you the design parameters of the head and once you're awarded it it's yours and we can even manufacture everything for you but it's gonna be like your company and that's kind of what we want to do. And they said This is kind of how it's done with some things and it really is. But the contest is new

Oppress

wow wonderful

trump

good

terry c

we stopped at all and now no

mac 

we wing me

arnold ben

nope

bja

Olympus

[yourneighborhoodbibliophile]

🌻 Mid-Year Freakout Tag 2022 🌻

1. How many books have you read so far?

I’ve read 23 books (so far!).

2. What genres have you read?

I’ve read romance, LGBTQ+ fiction, realistic fiction, historical fiction, science fiction, fantasy, and historical fantasy.

3. Best book you’ve read so far in 2022

The best books I’ve read so far are These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever, Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin, The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood, The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer, and Arrête avec tes mensonges by Philippe Besson (all of which I rated 5/5 stars).

Honorable mentions to Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World by Benjamin Alire Sáenz, A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske, and Winter’s Orbit by Everina Maxwell (all of which I rated 4.5/5 stars).

4. Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2022

I’ve only picked up four sequels so far. I DNFed two (Here’s to Us by Becky Albertalli and Adam Silvera and Vow of Thieves by Mary E. Pearson) and finished two (Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World by Benjamin Alire Sáenz and Where the Drowned Girls Go by Seanan McGuire). I absolutely adored Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World — even more so than Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe — and Where the Drowned Girls Go was my favorite book in the Wayward Children series thus far.

5. New release you haven’t read yet, but want to

Fangirl, the Manga, Volume 2 by Sam Maggs, Rainbow Rowell, and Gabi Nam, followed closely by I Kissed Shara Wheeler by Casey McQuiston.

6. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year

You can find my most anticipated releases here and here.

7. Biggest disappointment

There have been quite a few disappointments, most recently My Policeman by Bethan Roberts.

8. Biggest surprise

The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer. It wasn’t a surprise in the sense that I didn’t expect to enjoy it, but rather that I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did and for the reasons I did.

9. Underrated gems

These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever and The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer. How have only 6,000-8,000 people read and rated/reviewed these?!

10. Book that made you cry

A lot of the books I’ve read made me emotional, but none of them made me cry.

11. Book that made you happy

A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske. An absolute delight to read.

12. Most beautiful book cover of a book you’ve read so far this year

Gallant by V.E. Schwab, followed closely by A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske.

13. How are you doing with your year’s goals?

My initial goal was to read 72 books this year, but my new goal is to read 50 books this year. I adjusted it (based on my reading rate) in order for it to be attainable. I am almost halfway through my new goal!

14. What books do you need to read by the end of the year?

I want to read all 40 books that I physically own. Initially, I wanted to do so by the end of the summer, but now I’m hoping to do so by the end of the year. Of course, that doesn’t account for the kindle books that I own, upcoming releases, and other books that are sure to distract me...

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for the Avengers teaching you how to drive

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “hey! if it's not too much to ask... can i request an MCU Avengers headcanon of the team teaching teen!reader how to drive? i'm finally learning how to and it's absolutely terrifying (i really hope this sends properly because firefox crashed while i was trying to write it lol)”

firstly no one was very thrilled to be your teacher because getting in the car with an inexperienced driver just felt like a trap

and although they’d put themselves in much more dangerous situations than this

they all had the same thing to say:

“this is not how i want to go down”

but theyd FORBID anyone else from stepping in

“it’s okay, i’ll do it” -cap

“no, no, no. i dont think the one hundred year old man knows today’s road rules. i should teach y/n” -nat

“natasha, you’ve let me drive you before. was i that bad?” -cap

“im not having this discussion” -nat

“you should let vis do it, he might stay calm while y/n drives” -wanda

“what about sam—” -bucky

“no.” -sam

you were actually quietly watching them bicker about who’d have the honor of teaching you

“i dont let anyone else drive me, y/n. you’re not special. but i’ll give you a cool car when you get your license, deal?” -tony

“i’m not special?” -you

“sure you are kid, i just never want to get in a car that you’re driving is all” -tony, patting your head

“oh, okay” -you

the avengers actually decided that wanda was right and vision was probably the best equipped to teach you

they just had to see if you’d enjoy having him as a teacher

the team set up a little course at HQ with a LOT of cones

“how am i supposed to get around all of those?” -you

“you can use your powers!” -thor

“that’s against the rules!” -you

they had to take some of the cones away :(

all the avengers watched from the side of the course

“now, y/n, you need to shift into drive. press your foot on the brake and move this knob to the ‘D’ position” -vision

“which one is the brake?” -you

“...the left one” -vis

sam was recording on his phone

and had redwing do a bird’s eye view for “special footage”

“this should be good” -sam

as soon as you stepped on the gas, the car went speeding straight forward

sam was laughing his ass off but the rest of the avengers were terrified for you

you hit 6 cones before the brakes

“have some faith in them, guys” -wanda

“i just don’t think that’s possible. you guys okay in there?” -rhodey

“spectacular, thank you for your concern” -vis

you needed to try a different teacher

nat was next in line

“okay, so we probably should have mentioned how sensitive you have to be with the pedals. i know we dont do that on missions, but when you’re on the road, you have to watch all of your surroundings” -nat

she totally brought you straight into traffic because the only way you learn in through intense pressure and real world experience (according to her)

“hands at ten and two, right?” -you

“if that’s what you think” -nat

“that’s not helping” -you

screaming every time you turned

ESPECIALLY left hand turns (or right turns if you are not in the US but this takes place in the US i guess idk it’s whatever you want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

redwing was still following you

everyone was watching the surveillance footage at HQ

“tony, you’re paying for any damages y/n makes, right?” -cap

“is that all im good for? my money?” -tony... “duh, of course i’m paying”

blowing past a red light

“you were supposed to stop” -nat

“what, now?” -you, braking in the middle of the intersection

*honking from all sides*

“what do you think, y/n?” -nat

cap was covering his eyes

“this is a disaster” -wanda

“takes one to know one” -tony, without thinking “oh my god, i’m sorry”

“lets just focus on y/n, maybe we can give them some feedback” -cap

nat made you drive into a parking lot

to park

“okay, just pull in straight. you have to be even in between the lines” -nat

“is that good?” -you

“y/n...you parked directly on top of the line” -nat

“...fuck” -you

next person to teach you was......

“come on, y/n. just go through the drive thru. i’ll pay for your chicken nuggets” -rhodey

“i dont really want chicken nuggets” -you

“fine, okay, you can get whatever you want. just go through the drive thru” -rhodey

you hit the curb

you actually rode the curb

“this is fine” -you

“well...you’re getting better” -rhodey

“dont sugarcoat it, man” -you

“come on! eyes on the road!” -rhodey

steve decided to step in and let you handle the driving on an actual mission

“at least here you’ll have some sort of free reign, that way you can get a better feeling of control when driving” -cap

“we dont like this plan” -all the avengers in the back of this big ass truck

redwing was following ofc

honestly,,,,, that plan wasn’t too bad

you did hit a few trees but this was a heavy duty vehicle

you’d have to do a lot more than that to hurt anything

“hey, this is actually pretty cool! i think ive got the hang of it!” -you

they scheduled you drivers test when you got back, but assured you that it wasnt the end of the world if you failed. you could retake it after some more practice

but you did end up passing it!!!! even tho there were a few mishaps

“mx. l/n, your turn signal” -instructor

“my what?” -you “oh crap”

but you got your license and the team took turns passing it around to take a look at it

“oh man, you look high as a kite. what’s going on with your face???” -tony

“shut up! no i dont!” -you

celebratory dinner!!!!

and sam put together a compilation of all your worst/best moments behind the wheel

“heres the one where they put it in reverse instead of park and started rolling backwards......and thats when they jumped out to try to stop it with their bare hands....oh no!!! they’re going down!!!!” -sam

“oh my god, nooo!” -you, burying your face in your hands

and to top it all off......tony bought you your own car (and got any modifications you wanted)

“i swear to god if you ask for flames on the sides, im donating it” -tony

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[bulletnotestudies]

MID YEAR BOOK TAG

thanks for tagging me @the---hermit <33

number of books i've read so far : 45 (not counting dnfs and books i put on hold)

best book you’ve read so far in 2022 : i'm not gonna count rereads for this bc surely we all know those take the cake; my faves have gotta be beach read, the anthropocene reviewed, the love hypothesis and a marvellous light

best sequel you've read so far in 2022 : again - not counting rereads (the dream thieves and the raven king), the one i enjoyed most was probably lovers like us

new release you haven't read yet, but want to : oh definitely book lovers and we all fall down

most anticipated release for the second half of the year : the atlas paradox. period. (though honorable mention to the sunbearer trials)

biggest surprise favorite new author (debut or new to you) : oh idk this is quite hard, i was surprised by how enjoyable i found ali hazelwood's writing, but i gotta say i love loved freya marske's writing that made me give a historical fiction story 4.5 stars; overall though, i'd say emily henry is def among my faves now (even though people we meet on vacation wasn't really that good for me. but beach read? LOVE.)

newest fictional crush : augustus everett, need i say more.

book that made you cry : :) no book has ever made me cry (yet)

book that made you happy : well obviously the ones i mentioned as my faves, but also my beloved rereads of the dream thieves, the first two aftg books, also top secret and the charm offensive (idk, i've been in a huge romance mood this year) + i reread the vampire academy which was my ride or die when i was younger so you know it sparked so much joy

most beautiful book you've bought so far this year (or received) : i adore the design (both the colors and just the visual image) of exciting times and cursed bunny (this one is GORGEOUS irl, both the front and back cover), but the prettiest is def the one i bought for myself on my bday when i of course went to a bookstore with my best friend - all that's left in the world (it's even prettier irl)

what books do you need to read by the end of the year? : oh don't get me started lmao - lemme just list 15 that come up first bc u bet i have plans for this year asdbhjnkql; the tarot sequence, under the whispering door, hepdale rain trilogy reread, iron widow, the atlas six reread & the atlas paradox, the house in the cerulean sea reread, the picture of dorian gray, bunny, cursed bunny, portrait of a thief, kingdom of the wicked, alone with you in the ether, the locked tomb series (reread #1 and read the next 2), the cruel prince

Tagging : @upside-down-uni, @hold-fire, @dutch-polyglot, and whoever sees this and wants to do this (i mean it)!

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love Is Not Forced ~ 6

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Word Count: 1,375ish

Summary: The birthday ball begins.

Warnings: none

Princess Y/N was to be the last person to enter the ball room, a few minutes behind her family. Her family just just be announced, leaving her in the hallway with kisses to her cheeks before heading into the ballroom, and the guards closing the door. Y/N began nervously pacing. She had been to balls before, but nothing like this. None of the other kingdoms had ever been invited before, she was never expected to catch eyes before. Sooner than she would like, a guard informed her that they were just about to announce her. The Princess took a deep breath before heading towards the doors. 

“Presenting,” the announcers loud voice boomed from the other side of the doors, “Her Royal Highness, Princess Y/N Stark.”

The doors opened, she straightened up, and walked through. She put a small smile on her face as she began descending the stairs. As she went down the stairs, Y/N nodded to those she made eye contact with. Her nerves were heightened the further she went down the stairs. She didn’t recognize almost any of the people that filled the grand ball room. Her Father was the one to greet her at the bottom of the stairs, hand out ready for her to take. The Princess gently set her hand in the King’s before he led her to the middle of the dance floor. The music started and the King put a hand to her waist, pulling her in.

“You did good,” the King whispered, smiling proudly at his daughter while guiding her around the dance floor. “And you look incredible tonight. I didn’t do too bad, did I?” He wiggled his brows teasingly at her.

She let out a small giggle. “No, Father, you didn’t do too bad… So, how’s this gonna work? Are you going to introduce me to them, or do they come up and interrupt whom ever I’m dancing with at the time?”

“A little bit of both.” The King began scanning the crowd. 

“Who are you looking for?”

“A dear friend. Seems like he’s running late.” The King didn’t sound too happy about that.

“Who’s this friend?”

“You’ll meet him… hopefully,” he muttered. She looked at him skeptically, but before Y/N could say anything, the King did. “You got this, my Princess,” he whispered, leaving a kiss on her cheek just as a tall man with blonde hair walked up. He was clearly very strong and Y/N recognized the symbol of Asgard on him.

“May I interrupt?” The man asked.

“Of course,” the King smiled, releasing the Princess’ waist. “Daughter, this is Prince Thor, heir to the throne of Asgard. Thor, my Daughter, Princess Y/N”

“Your Royal Highness,” Thor bowed, gently taking her free hand. “It’s an honor to finally meet you.” He kissed her knuckles. 

“You two have some fun,” the King winked as he left them to go mingle with everyone and dance with his’// Queen. Thor grabbed the Princess by her waist, gently guiding her towards him before leading them in the dance. 

“Happy birthday, Princess,” the Prince smiled.

“Thank you,” she quietly said with a shy smile.

“And might I add how stunning you look this evening?”

“Thank you… You… um.. you don’t look so bad yourself.” 

Y/N’s nerves were through the roof. Surprised that Thor hadn’t mentioned anything about her pounding heart. The chitchatted while Thor led them around the dance floor. Thor was definitely good looking. He was smart, but she could tell he was clueless at the same time. King T’Challa stole her to dance next. He was nice, a bit quiet and definitely didn’t really want to be there. He also keep glancing at this one girl standing next to his sister.

“You love her, don’t you?” The Princess whispered, immediately getting King T’Challa’s attention.

“Princess, you don’t—“

“I can see it. Don’t try to hide it… I have decided that Princesses and Princes must marry for politics, Your Majesty. But you are a King. You can change the rules in your kingdom. You can marry whom ever you choose.”

“You are very wise, Princess. And I hate that I’ve wasted your time with the other suitors.”

“Oh please, King T’Challa, it’s fine.”

“Just T’Challa, please. I feel like tonight, we have become friends.”

“T’Challa. Then it’s just Y/N.”

T’Challa and Y/N danced for two more songs before he led them to get some refreshments. They could both tell that King Stark was watching them like a hawk, obviously pleased with them getting along so well. They kept laughing, if only the King knew that they were just becoming good friends. It was almost as if they had known each other their whole life's. 

“I’m afraid Prince Loki has been eyeing you for the past few minutes, Y/N,” T’Challa leaned over and whispered to her and they sipped their wine.

“Really? I have yet to meet him,” she said, not turning around to look at the Prince because of nerves. “Out of all the suitors, I have only met Prince Thor and you.”

“You have yet to meet King Steven of Brooklyn?”

“No.” She shook her head.

“Him and your Father are good friends, or so I’ve heard. You’ve never met him, ever?”

“Not that I remember. I’ve never heard my Father talk about him either… But that could have to do with him not telling me that I was to be a political pawn until last week.”

“You had no idea the true nature of this ball until last week?”

T’Challa couldn’t hold in the look of surprise that quickly formed on his face.

“Correct. He—“

“Excuse me, Your Majesty,” a new, silky voice spoke up from the side of the two new friends. “Would you mind if I stole the Princess away for a dance?” 

The Princess turned to see a tall, yet skinny man. His face was pale, but not too pale, and his eyes were the color of ice blue. They were almost cold, but there was something also kind about them. His long, black hair was tucked away behind his ears.

“Of course, Prince Loki,” T’Challa said. “I will talk to you later, Your Highness.” T’Challa kissed her knuckles before she was led away by the Prince.

“You and the King seem to be getting along really well,” the Prince stated. “You two have been at each others sides since he stole you from my brother.”

“The King is very friendly. But we have come to the agreement that things like this aren’t where we feel the most comfortable and that we’d be better off as friends.”

“I see.” Loki nodded. “And where do you feel the most comfortable?”

That question caught her by surprise. It was very… personal. She knew the answer to the question, though she only trusted a few people with the location of her safe place. Not even all the guards knew, or so that’s what the King had told her. But there was something about his eyes that made her feel like she could trust him.

“One of the towers…” She quietly answered, never breaking eye contact with him. “The second to the tallest in fact. No one is allowed in there without my permission. Including the King.”

“The King must really love you for him to grant that.”

“He does… where do you feel the most comfortable?”

“My Mother’s gardens. There’s a labyrinth. Besides very few of the gardeners, my Mother and I are the only ones who knows the in and outs of it… There’s this one spot, right next to one of the small fountains. I’ve put a bench there and there’s several different types of plants. It’s just… peaceful. A place where I feel like I can really be myself. Not Prince Loki of Asgard, but just Loki.”

“That’s how I feel about my tower. There I’m just Y/N. Not a Princess. Just a simple girl.”

“From what I’ve heard and seen, Princess, you are definitely not a simple girl. And that’s very much a good thing.”

next chapter >

Tag List: @dreamilyunaffectedwreck (won’t link) @freya-xo​  @laic2299​ @kissesofdeadforme​

[vrykoolart]

Saint Seiya Question Game

Tagged by: @siberianxbreaks​

-- Thank you for the tag, my friend! --

Remove my answers and put yours under the questions!

How did you find out about Saint Seiya?

My sister is actually a huge fan of Saint Seiya, so I found out about from her. We actually watched it when we were kids. I don’t have that vivid of a memory about it, but I do know the one I recall watching is the ADV dub. I remember how deep they made Hyoga’s voice and that’s it.

But my sister really loved it and I’d watch with her. One day, it kinda disappeared and because we live in the United States—y’all probably know what I mean— It was really hard to find it at all. So for years, my sister was trying to track it down and she dabbled into the other series related to it a little bit. It wasn’t until last year that we finally found it thanks to Netflix and we watched it all with our entire family. I saw the first season with the new dub and was immediately obsessed with it. I enjoyed every second of watching the whole thing. It kills me that we don’t have the Hades arc dubbed yet and I hope we get it soon.

I watched Lost Canvas, too, and loved it as well. Albafica made me love it and the El Cid’s episodes were really top notch for me. I love his voice. I love his character. I think he’s literally the coolest thing ever. I delved into the manga and I just love Lost Canvas. It has some weird stuff here and there, but I adore it. I hope one day we get a season three because it’s truly that good.

I just really love Saint Seiya & I’m so glad that it exists. Truly. I don’t remember having that much fun watching an anime since like watching Death Note, Soul Eater, Sgt. Frog, and like—Azumanga Daioh... all for different reasons, of course.

Who’s your favorite character and why?

When I started watching the show again, it was Shun. He’s so adorable and his heart is so big. I love how sweet and strong he is. I have a soft spot for Shun honestly. The more I watched it, I really started to just adore all the Bronze Saints, too.

But another character I really adore is Cancer Deathmask. He’s so charismatic and fun. I really adore the voice they gave him in the Netflix English dub, too. He killed it. I just absolutely am in love with him. Yes, he committed several crimes. Yes, he has killed numerous people. Yes, his temple looks like a Mortal Kombat stage... but it truly builds character. He’s my husband and I think we’re all allowed to make as choices ever now and then.

Who’s your absolute hate-character and why?

Tatsumi. I hate how he never faced the consequences for anything he did. He literally abused those children—Ikki, more-so, and he sent him to Death Queen to DIE. He’s never shown signs to change really. They just treat him like a crack/comedy character and it irks me because he deserved to get beat for what he did at least. Wish he would have literally got tortured or fired. Anything at all, but they just prepare like nothing happen and he continues being an ass-wipe.

I don’t care for Kido either because even if he took Saori and raised her, he never did much to stop the countless abuse the children went under and knowing sent the children away to die. No, even in the manga, I don’t see it as a noble sacrifice to literally sacrifice most of your children to fulfill a destiny. Even if they were just sent away, he literally could have prevented Tatsumi from abusing them and raised Saori better. No matter how you look at it, he’s a shit person, too. Yes, he helped them become saints but the way he did it will never feel right to me. He separated Seiya from his sister and told him he’d only see her again if he became a saint, knowing full well he couldn’t even guarantee that. That emotional manipulation is toxic and cruel to do to a child—an in the manga—your own son. Like ew,,,,, I don’t like the children aspect in the manga, but with that considered still, he’s still a horrible person and I wish Saori would stop hailing him as a good guy.

Shippings you like and why you ship them?

Shaina/Seiya — In my heart, they are the canonical pairing. They really do protect each other and care deeply for one another. Seiya reacts strongly every time she gets hurt and Shaina is always doing her best to protect/defend him. They’re both strong in their own right and they both have a deeper connection to each other. Even when Shaina tried to hide her feelings because she felt there is no way they could be together and tried to kill him, you could tell she really couldn’t do it because she really cared about him. He really cares about her, too, which makes them so perfect for each other. They are each other’s strength and they push each other to become better & stronger

Marin/Aiolia — They’re really cute when they interact with each other and I’m pretty sure they’re an actual canon pair. They really care and confine in one another. I just honestly adore seeing them interact. They never really got to tell each other how they feel, but I’m sure they both know. I wish she would have gotten some more time with him because it’s kinda sad that she’s all alone now. ;;

Freya/Hägan —Hägan clearly loved her, but due to the strictness of loyalty in their culture, he couldn’t bring himself to betray Hilda. It upsets me what happened to them because they deserved to be happy. Poor Freya & Hägan. A lovely couple but terribly tragic. Hägan clearly misunderstood Hyoga & Freya’s relationship and must have thought that Freya loved him even in reality the only person she really loved was him and that is what breaks my heart. I was on the Freya and Hyoga train until Hägan showed up. Now, I can’t bring myself to ship them without feeling bad.

Hilda/Siegfried — Siegfried did everything for her and, in the end, he died because he believed in Hilda’s true vision. He wanted to doing nothing more than protect her and he died to help do so. It’s beautiful yet so tragic.

Hyoga/Eri — They’re just extremely cute together. I really loved their interactions. They deserve happiness and the entire world.

Ikki/Esmeralda — If you ignore that weird ass Shun thing, they’re cute. That should have never been a thing. I ignore it to hell and back but I do think they’re adorable and I feel for Ikki.

Shun/June — She only shows up once like why??? But they’re so adorable together. I wish we could see them both more, but unfortunately, she disappeared into the ether. I do believe she is perfect for Shun, tho.

Me/Deathmask — OTP. He’s my husband.

Shippings you don’t like/hate and why you dislike them?

Adult/Minor pairings.

Incest pairings.

Saori/Seiya — I don’t feel like Seiya likes her that way. I think Saori may like him. She’s always shown some special interest in him, but I’m sure Seiya cares about her more so as a goddess and friend than a love interest. Every time I see this ship, Seiya is acting weirdly out of character which really throws me off from the whole ship. Saori has shown to sometimes literally prioritize Seiya over everyone else when dropping Saga’s dead ass body to cradle him... It just rubs me the wrong way??? Seiya cares about her but he doesn’t react nearly as strongly about her as he does with Shaina. I don’t mind it being one-sided. She’s a girl and is allowed to have feelings, but I don’t really see her with anyone. I think she’ll probably grow out of it, but who knows. This ship is just really not my cup of tea.

Your favorite scene.

It’s hard to think of one, but the funniest scene is when they’re in Yomotsu Hirasaka. Deathmask is about to throw Shiryū into the pit, but then Shunrei’s prayers reach him and he gets so annoyed that he telepathically throws her off fucking a cliff. I don’t care. It’s comedy gold. I laughed so hard at that. Deathmask is truly a marvel.

Honorable mention: ❝ Maybe no else has a cloth made of ice that hasn't melted since before the time of... dinosaurs. Or... maybe no one else has powers like me, like the power over snow, ice, and even glaciers. In fact, you know what, Snake Eyes, maybe you should just think of me as your own personal Ice Age Dude! ❞

Your favorite Attack:

Hard question, so I’ll just name attacks I really like: Heaven Dancing Ring, Diamond Dust, Thunder Wave, Specter Punch, Phoenix Wing Ascent, Praesepe Hell Waves, Scarlet Needle Antares, Bloody Rose, Another Dimension, Wolf Cruelty Claw, Great Ardent Pressure, Greatest Caution, Dead End Symphony, and Imperial Phantasm Punch.

If you could decide for which god/goddess you fight, which one you prefer and why?

Athena. Despite liking Poseidon, Odin, Abel, & Poseidon, I like the army she commands the most.

If you could choose a Cloth. Which you would prefer?

Hard question again. I really like the Scorpio Cloth. The head piece is nice. I’m a sucker for the quack on the Cygnus Cloth and the Nemo on the Pisces Cloth, too. It’s honestly hard to choose one, specially if you count God Cloths, too. I did draw myself in the Ophiuchus cloth, so got the sake of this question, Ophiuchus Gold Cloth.

From which country you’re from?

America.

Your favorite season / sequel:

Sanctuary arc and the Asgard arc. Let’s get the money. Both do a fantastic job at world-building and I love them both equally. My favorite spin-off is The Lost Canvas.

[bellemorte180]

The Last Will and Testament of Niklaus Wolfe

Klaroline week-Day One Au Human

Caroline swirled the white wine in her glass again, not wanting to drink it down too quickly. She felt her phone buzz on the table and she looked down to see that Klaus was parking his car; cursing Chicago traffic as he went. One thing Caroline hated was being late. Ever since she was a child if Caroline could not be right on time (which actually meant fifteen minutes early) she had a tendency to lose her mind. She mellowed out in her twenties and that was mostly due to Klaus.

While Klaus always made it a point to be on time for Caroline (the rest of the world, including his siblings, could screw themselves in his opinion), today was one of those days that just did not work out the way he wanted it to. Any other day, Caroline would have scolded him with some fiery words and sarcastic comments but today she was willing to let it slid because she knew that Klaus was having an extremely shitty day. 

In truth, the last few months had been a complete shit show for Klaus.

While Caroline would be the first to admit that Klaus had a tendency to get himself into awful situations and have problems that were of his own making, none of this was his fault; this time. So, being the best friend that she was, Caroline was more than willing to wait at their typical Friday dinner spot, receiving sympathetic looks from those around her who thought that her date stood her up.

But it wasn't a date; because they were just friends.

Really. Just friends.

Unfortunately.

“That bad?” Caroline asked as Klaus slipped into the seat across from her. He looked haggard and tense. His hair was all over the place, most likely due to the habit he had of running his fingers through his sandy blond hair. There were dark circles under his eyes and he just appeared tired. “I thought you were just reading the will today but something tells me that you just walked through hell.”

“You could say that, Sweetheart.” Klaus muttered and Caroline reached out to squeeze his hand. Losing one’s grandparent was hard. Losing said grandparent only four months after discovering their existence was a completely different thing. Klaus had always thought he was Mikael Mikaelson's third son. However, when Niklaus Wolfe showed up on his doorstep claiming that Klaus was his grandson, shit really hit the fan. Hard.

Esther apparently had an affair with a man named Ansel Wolfe and had planned to pack up her three children and leave Mikael. However, due to a drunk driving incident Ansel was killed and Esther stayed with her husband, pawning off the child she was pregnant with as his; naming him after her lover's father. Twenty-nine years and a DNA test later had Mikael disowning Klaus, calling him a bastard. An epic fight, hospital bills for Esther, a criminal defense attorney for Mikael and a divorce settlement caused all six siblings not to be on speaking terms with either of their parents. Even Freya, who had always been close with her father, refused to speak to him let alone see him.

Apparently Niklaus Wolfe was dying of cancer and wanted nothing more than to know his only grandson before he died. Thus, Klaus spent the majority of his free time getting to know this new man in his life and learning everything he could about his biological father.

Then, Niklaus Wolfe died.

“What happened?”

“He left me everything.”

“Everything? Like everything everything?”

 “Yup.” The Wolfe's where a very old family and were worth billions. While the Mikaelson's were not poor by any means but the vastness of the Wolfe's finances where just nauseatingly massive. Not only that but Niklaus Wolfe was the head of multiple charitable organizations in Chicago. With his death, many people were scrambling, wondering if shelter doors would be closing and if a good portion of Chicago would be employed in the coming months. “But there is a catch.”

 “Of course, there is. I mean, this is insane, why wouldn't there be a catch.”

 “I have to get married.”

 Caroline took a sip of her wine at the wrong time and started coughing. Out of everything he could have said, that was not what she was expecting. She knew that Niklaus Wolfe was a traditionalist and was less than pleased to learn his son had a child with a married woman. It was the reason why he waited years before reaching out to Klaus. Yet, putting such a stipulation on Klaus was just fucking ridiculous.

 “What?!”

 “Apparently for me to inherit everything, including the charities, I have to get married and have a child with the Wolfe surname within the next five years.” Caroline just looked at him like he had five heads. “If I don't the company will be left to the board of directors and they want to divide the company into five parts-meaning several layoffs.”

 “And the charities?”

 “Most likely will end unless they can find another generous donor.”

 “So, you either get married and inherit the fortune from a grandfather you never knew you had or decline and risk sending half the city into poverty?”

 “That about sums it up.”

 “What a dick.”

 *

Caroline stood outside Klaus's apartment door summoning the courage to knock. She spent the majority of the night tossing and turning about the situation Klaus was in. They had been friends for years, dating back to the day she first moved to Chicago from Mystic Falls and needed a roommate. She found an ad on Craigslist and moved in the same day. They bonded after a rather rough adjustment period. He was arrogant and she was neurotic. She didn't give into him and that earned his respect. She put him in his place when he was being unreasonable and he ruffled her feathers, making her step outside that perfectly little box she set up for herself. They had been friends ever since.

Of course, the part of her that wanted Klaus to be more than just her friend nearly had a heart attack to learn that Klaus would be married to some faceless bride. She had suffered through a stream of girlfriend's, terrified that this girl was going to be the one for him. They never lasted long and Caroline always chickened out when she tried tell him of her feelings. Even when he would send her looks that made her wonder that maybe, just maybe he had feelings for her too. Now Caroline was faced with a choice. She knew Klaus and knew he was not going to sit back and watch Chicago fall apart because he refused to get married. He would find some bride and Caroline would actually be forced to watch him marry someone who was not her. She found that the thought would kill her.

So, she found herself raising her hand and knocking her knuckles against the wood of his apartment door. She waited a few seconds and when she heard him move the chain that locked the door move, she got down onto one knee. Klaus opened the door and his eyes widened when he saw her down on the ground. She grabbed his hand and smiled at him.

“Niklaus Mikaelson, will you marry me?”

 His elderly neighbor chose that moment to open her door with a handful of garbage. Camille had always been a judgmental wench who looked at them disappointingly. She never approved of the fact that Klaus's roommate was a woman and never believed that they were just friends; even after Caroline moved out into her own place when she was able to afford living on her own. Of course, seeing Caroline proposing to Klaus would not work in their favor in changing the woman’s mind.

 “Get in here.” He hissed and pulled her off the ground and into his apartment; slamming the door in Camille's face. He turned to look at her with wide eyes. “Have you lost your mind?!”

 “You could have just said no.”

 “Caroline-”

 “Hear me out.” Klaus began to protest but Caroline held up a finger, silencing him. “Listen to me. I spent all of last night thinking about it. You're in a shitty situation and really have four options.

“How the hell did you get the number four?”

“Option one-” Caroline moved on, checking the options off on her fingers, as though he had never spoken. “is to do nothing. Tell the board that you refuse to get married and let them take over the Wolfe estate and see what happens. It will be a complete chaos but you won't be trapped in a loveless marriage.”

“Thousands of people will be affected, Caroline. I’m a selfish bastard but I’m not heartless.” Klaus’s tone was bitter. She knew that he hated that his hand was being forced. Klaus closed his eyes and sighed. “What’s option two?” 

Caroline smiled widely, knowing that at least he was going to hear her out. He always was willing to listen to her never-ending rambles with an affectionate smirk. It was in those moments when he looked at her fondly that she wondered if there was something more between them; but Caroline was terrified. Klaus was the most important person in her life-she couldn’t lose him.

“Option two, join a dating site and marry first gold digging whore who wants to sink their nails into you.” Klaus snorted at that. The idea of him on a dating site was laughable. “Option three, propose to an ex. Aurora would say yes.”

“I'd rather watch this city burn than to marry her.” Caroline smirked at that. Out of all of Klaus's ex-girlfriends, Aurora was the worst. She was full on crazy, going from one extreme emotion to the next. She was either angry, trashing Klaus's car or sad to the point she threatened to fling herself off a building. Her brother Tristen had her committed multiple times and with a restraining order in place, Klaus only received the occasional insane love letter from her, which immediately was handed over to his lawyer. There were a few other honorable mentions but Aurora was the one that concerned Caroline the most; not because she was worried Klaus would marry her but that she would do something drastic. 

“Noted. So that leaves option four.”

“And what is option four?”

“Marry me.” Klaus just looked at her, his expression unreadable. “Think about it. You can't just marry some random girl. You need someone who you trust. Someone who knows you.” Caroline walked up to Klaus and took his hand into hers. “I am going into this with open eyes. I know neither one of us expected this but I know you. You’re not the selfish bastard you pretend to be. If you were, you would not be considering doing this at all. You would just turn your back on everything and let the pieces fall where they may.”

“Caroline-“

“I’m not done.” Klaus gave her a small smile at that. “You’re my best friend. I cannot let you go into this with someone you don’t know. You would be miserable and just end up divorced the moment you can. I do not want that for you. While I would never think you are capable of doing what Mikael did to your mother, think about you and your siblings and how their divorce is affecting them; and you’re all adults! Think about your future children and how they would feel to know that they were nothing more than an obligation.”

Caroline tried not to think about the fact that Klaus was obligated, per terms of his grandfather’s will, to have at least one child. She wanted children and there have been a few times that she daydreamed about what her and Klaus’s children would look like….and a few daydreams (and real dreams) about how those children would be created.

“Are you saying that you want to have my baby Caroline?” Klaus replied in what seemed to be an innocent tone, but Caroline knew him well enough to know that it was anything but innocent. His worried and concerned eyes shown a slight hint of mischief behind them. He was trying to distract her from getting her point across. “If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask, Sweetheart.” 

“What!? No. I mean. One step at a time mister!” Caroline exclaimed pointing her finger at him. Her mock fury increased when he began to laugh in earnest. “This is your future we are discussing here and it is no laughing matter!” Klaus held up his hands in surrender. “Besides, you would have to marry me first.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked, his tone going serious. Klaus gave her that look. The look that had affection pooled in his eyes and he tilted his head just ever so slightly. The look that made her melt. The look he only gave her. “What if you find someone a year from now? Or two years? I would not be able to live with myself if I held you back.”

The words were on her lips. The ones she withheld for years in fear of causing him to run. She wanted to tell him that she already found someone that she wanted to be with. She wanted to tell him that he could never hold her back because she did that herself. Instead, being the coward that Caroline sometimes felt she was, said something else. 

“Yes. I want this.” The words were no louder than a whisper. Klaus searched her face and she hoped that her emotions were not written all over it. She had a tendency to be an open book when it came to Klaus about most things. Just like she was able to get in his head when even his siblings struggled with understanding him; Elijah being the exception.  

“Let me think on it okay?” Klaus asked and Caroline nodded. Neither knew what to say from there. The moment was slightly awkward and neither really knew what to say. Klaus put his hands in his pockets and looked around, avoiding her eyes. She wasn’t going to leave, not until this awkwardness went away “Chinese?”

“Yes, please.”

*

“Or, you could just tell him that you’re in love with him.” Elena’s voice chimed through the phone. Caroline rolled her eyes. Elena was one of her closest friends and one of the few people she still talked to who lived in Mystic Falls. Elena knew all about Caroline’s feelings for Klaus and had urged her to tell him how she felt. “It’s been what, four years and neither one of you have spoken up. It literally takes some weird clause in his grandfather’s will to get you to propose to him.”

“I’m already nervous as it is, I don’t need you lecturing me right now.” Caroline snapped. It had been five days since her proposal and she has not heard a single word from him. It was driving Caroline insane. She stressed cleaned her entire apartment. Twice. She currently was scrubbing her kitchen floor with her trademark rubber yellow clovers that went up the length of her arm to her elbow. “Like, I get he gets moody but normally lashes out, screams, yells and makes his presence known but Klaus does not go radio silent.”

“No. From everything you’ve told me he does not.” Elena stated. “But this is a big deal Caroline. This isn’t an ad on Craigslist for a roommate. This is marriage. Something that could change his entire life. He needs time to process.” Caroline could hear a small voice in the background asking for Elena. “Stephanie, please, Mommy is on the phone.”

“You’re right. Of course, you are. If anyone knows a thing about marriage, it’s you.” Elena was always the friend who made her see reason, helped her sort through her neurotic tendencies. “How are Damon and Stephanie?”

“They are good. Stephanie is still potty-training and Damon hates it because she is getting big but it can’t be helped.” Caroline smiled while listening to her old friend. For a while, Caroline worried that Elena would never be happy. There was a year in Elena’s life that she lost almost everyone. A car accident took not only her parents but her boyfriend Stefan. When Elena started dating Stefan’s older brother Damon, Caroline was skeptical. She was worried that Elena was trying to replace Stefan with Damon, despite the fact that the brothers were nothing alike but Damon actually made Elena happy. When Elena fell pregnant not even a year after their wedding, it was obvious that they would name their daughter in honor of Stefan.

“She does have him wrapped around her little pinkie.”

“That she does.” Elena chuckled and Caroline heard a knock on her door.  She picked herself up off the floor and walked over to her front door of her apartment. She looked through the peep hole and sucked in a breath. “Caroline? Are you okay? 

“Klaus.”

“What?”

“He is here.” Caroline whispered. “I have to go.”

“Call me later. Let me know how it goes.” Caroline agreed and hung up the phone, tossing it on the armchair. She sucked in a deep breath and opened her door. He looked as tired as she felt. Beyond that he looked as he always did; disheveled hair, blue eyes, jeans and a Henley.

“Can I come in? Or should I expect small wooden animals to show up any minute?” He teased as he took in her attire; a large T-shirt with holes in it and leggings. Caroline narrowed her eyes and pulled off the yellow rubber gloves. She stepped aside and allowed Klaus into her apartment. He looked around the small living room and kitchen. “Stress cleaning?”

“Yeah, well, when a girl is left hanging after a marriage proposal, causes a little stress.” Caroline replied and Klaus chuckled. His hand went to the back of his neck and peeked at her. She was staring him down intently and her gaze was unwavering. “Well?”

“Cut right to the chase then?”

“Look, Klaus. If you’re going to say no just-“

“I’m not. Saying no.”

“What?” Caroline replied in a small voice.

“But, before I say yes-if I say yes, I need to make something clear.” Caroline nodded and stayed silent. “You were right when you said that I do not want a loveless marriage. I don’t want to join some dating site or ask one of my long string of ex’s, who I broke up with for some reason or another. I need someone I can trust. Someone who knows me and can deal with me when I lose my temper. 

“Sounds like you need a miracle worker.”

“Something like that.” Klaus smiled at her. “The thing is when you proposed to me, I was taken aback. I never thought that you would want to do something like that for me.” Caroline began to speak but Klaus held up his hand. “Let me finish before I change my mind.” Caroline nodded. “The only thing I can think of that is worse than a loveless marriage is it being one that is one sided” 

Caroline froze. He knew. He knew that she loved him but he didn’t feel the same. He cared enough about her to not want to marry her and put her through that misery. Tears pooled in her eyes and she couldn’t look at him. She crossed arms around herself as though she was holding herself together. She didn’t want to hear this. She didn’t want to hear him break her heart.

“I see.”

“No. You don’t.” Caroline’s eyes shot up to him but his expression told her nothing. “I’ll marry you. I’ll let you plan the wedding of your dream and have a child with you and follow every line of my grandfather’s will with you by my side but there is something you have to know. And if you can’t live with it, then I can’t marry you.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.” Caroline’s eyes grew wide and her jaw slacked but before she could say anything more, Klaus pushed forward. “I know you don’t feel the same. I know that you only see me as a friend and that you proposed to me because you want to help me but you have to know that I am not marrying you because of some clause in some document. It’s because of how I feel for you.” Caroline was still silent, unable to process the words he was saying. Klaus swallowed and gave a humorless laugh. “But you can’t-never mind.”

“Wait.” Klaus stopped on his way to her door. “Don’t go.” Caroline walked over to him and linked her hand with his. He turned and looked at her. Caroline could tell that he was holding his emotions in check. She reached up to touch his face and traced his cheekbones. “You’re wrong. It’s not one sided.”

Caroline felt him still, searching her face. Then as though a cord snapped inside him, Klaus pulled her to him and latched his lips to hers. The kiss was deep, passionate and it felt as though Klaus was trying to consume her. Caroline wrapped her arms around his neck and weaved her fingers through his hair. She pressed herself to him, feeling his body against hers. When they broke apart, Caroline had to catch her breath. Her eyes trailed from his lips, that were now red and swollen, to his eyes. They appeared darker and richer than before. There was something behind them that Caroline could not pin point.  

“Say it. I need to hear you say it.”

“I love you.”

Just like before, Klaus roughly pulled her to him and kissed her as though the world around them was crashing down. They broke apart for a moment. He leaned down, wrapped his arm below her bottom and lifted her up. Caroline gave a small jump and wrapped her legs around his waist before she kissed him again. Klaus walked over to Caroline’s sofa and laid her down on it.

Klaus quickly tore off his shirt and helped Caroline out of hers. She tossed it across the room and kissed Klaus again. As their lips licked, sucked and bit Klaus traced her hip bone, his thumb suck beneath the top of her leggings. Caroline lifted her hips and let Klaus pull the leggings from her legs. He broke the kiss in order to look at her and Caroline’s face suddenly became bright red.

“Oh my god.” Her hands went to her face as Klaus’s eyes trailed her partly naked body. She wore nothing more than a grey sports-bra and panties that have seen better days. Not caring the state of her panties, Klaus pulled them from her body and tossed them over his shoulder. She suddenly remembered that she hadn’t shaved down there in a hot minute and had more hair than she would like to admit.

“Look at me.” Klaus commanded and she peeked through her fingers. He was looking at her intently and was smiling that his dimples went deep into his cheeks. Caroline could not help but reach up and trace them. She had always loved his dimples. “You’re perfect.”

They met in the middle this time, kissing each other again before Klaus made his way down her neck. He pushed her sports bra up, freeing her breasts. He latched onto her nipple, sucking and nipping at it gently while his other hand massaged the other. Once Klaus decided that her nipple was hard enough, he switched breast, giving it the exact same treatment.

Soon enough, his kisses made their way across her ribcage and down her stomach. Caroline took her sports bra off and tossed it away, forgotten alongside the remainder of her clothes. Klaus’s eyes traveled upward to see her heaving breasts. She felt him smirking against the skin near her belly button. His teeth nipped and his lips sucked. Caroline knew that there would be a mark there in the morning.

She couldn’t be more pleased.

Klaus pushed her legs further apart. Caroline moved her one foot to rest on the wooden coffee table that was placed in front of her sofa while her other foot perched itself on the back of it. Klaus kissed his way across her hip bone and down the inside of her leg. His hand traced light touches down to her center. Caroline bit her lip as she watched him, trying to hold in her whimper. Her nails dug into the fabric of her sofa.

“Klaus, please.” Caroline begged, causing Klaus to look up at her. She could see the mischief in his eyes and she knew that he would enjoy tormenting her. “Don’t be mean.”

“I’m never mean.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Not to you.” With that, his thumb touched her slick heat; pressing lightly against her clit. He made a circular motion against it, causing Caroline to cry out. He slipped one finger inside of her and then another, pumping them in a slow motion that was in sync with his thumb. Caroline’s laid her head against the arm rest behind her and closed her eyes; enjoying the feeling that he was invoking with his fingers.

Klaus watched her, enjoying the sight of her giving over to her passion. He always imagined that she would be passionate. He could not help but savor the sight of something he imagined a thousand times over, finally coming to life. He did not anticipate that this was how the night would progress, but he was not going to complain. In fact, he was enjoying the experience immensely.

Not being able to take anymore. Caroline sat up and kissed Klaus again. She took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down gently. Her nails dug into his skin and scratched her way down his chest until she reached the top of his pants. Klaus hissed when Caroline touched him through the fabric of his jeans. He rested his forehead against hers while enjoying the sensation. As Caroline massaged him, her other hand unfastened the button holding his pants together. 

“No more waiting. I need you.” Caroline whispered and Klaus stood. He pushed his jeans, along with his boxers, from his hips and stepped out of them. He leaned down and kissed her again, laying her back against the sofa. He nestled himself between her thighs. Caroline reached down and took him in hand, causing him to hiss out her name. She gripped him lightly and became to move her hand up and down. Klaus’s jaw slacked and his eyes fluttered shut. She pumped him a few more times before lining him up with her opening. Knowing what she wanted, Klaus opened his eyes to gaze at her.

“Are you sure this is what you want? There is no going back Caroline, not from this.”

“I want this Klaus. I want you.” Nodding, Klaus slowly pushed inside of her. Caroline moaned at the feel of him filling her. Once inside her completely, he buried his face inside her neck. He peppered her skin with kisses before making his way up her jaw. “I need you to move. Please, Klaus. Make love to me. 

At her command, Klaus slowly withdrew from her before pushing back in. Both moaned at the feeling. Their movements were slow at first before picking up speed. He propped himself up on one arm in order to get better leverage and his thrusts became deeper and harder. Caroline moved with him, her back arching when he would hit a certain spot inside of her. Soon enough she could no longer keep her eyes open. He couldn’t take his off of her. He could not stop watching how flush her skin became or how she bit her lip as she moaned. He was memorized at not just the feel of her, but how beautiful she was giving herself over to him.

“Yes! Please! Harder!” She cried out and he could not help but obey her command. He could feel himself building to release but did not want to leave her unfinished. He reached down to where their bodies where connected and touched her clit. Much like before, he began to trace her bundle of nerves in a circular motion. It wasn’t long before he felt her walls clench around him and her body stiffen. Her back arched and she tossed her head back. Her hands went over her head and dug into the arm rest behind her, screaming his name as she came. That sight alone would have been enough for Klaus to spill himself inside of her.

Eventually, the pair made their way into Caroline’s bedroom; neither one being able to keep their hands to themselves. Hours later, when both were too spent to continue, Klaus found himself flat on his bad with Caroline tracing small circles on his chest. Her lips were placing small kisses on random spots of his chest while his fingers ran through her blond curls. When she found that she had kissed as much of his chest as she could find, Caroline rested her head over his heart, listening to its soft thumping.

“I love you.” She stated in a breathless tone. If she did not know any better, she would have sworn she heard his heart skip a beat. The thought just made her smile.

“I will never get tired of hearing you say that.”

“I’ll keep saying it as long as you say it back.” She replied in a sing song voice.

“I love you.” Klaus stated and even though she could not see his face, she knew that his dimples were pronounced. “I’m happy.”

“Me too.” Caroline rolled over so she could face him. She propped herself up so she was resting on one arm and looking down at him. “How long have you known?”

“That I loved you?” Klaus asked and she nodded in agreement. “Remember that fight we had when my brother Kol was visiting? The visit where he and I got black out drunk and you had to come and pick us up?”

“Yeah.” 

“You went into this cleaning frenzy. Cleaned the apartment from top to bottom like you do when you’re stressed or irritated. When Kol and I woke up, you were so angry at me for ruining girl’s night out. There you were in the middle of my bathroom, rag and bucket in hand, going off on me about having to clean up my messes. That is when I knew. 

“You fell in love with me during a hangover and while I was yelling at you?” Caroling laughed at him and he just nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well I thought about kissing you but knew you would most likely slap me if I tried.” Caroline nodded in agreement; she would have. “That and I didn’t want to lose you. You were my best friend. I was terrified that you didn’t feel the same and didn’t think I could handle the rejection.” She gave him a sad smile and leaned up to kiss him gently. “What about you? When did you know?”

“Remember Tyler?”

“The jug head boyfriend I had to endure watching you with for six months? No. Not at all.”

“Yeah. Him.” Caroline rolled her eyes at Klaus’s innocent expression. “He asked me to pick. He did not like that the closest friend I had in Chicago was a man. So, he asked me to choose between you and him. When faced with that choice I realized I was never going to be able to let you go. I broke up with him and came home hoping to tell you how I felt but-“

“But I was with Genevieve.”

“Yeah.”

“I knew you were upset that night but you said it was because you broke up with Tyler.” He searched her face and something registered in his mind. “You moved out shortly after that. You said it was because you finally saved up enough for a security deposit and that you were stable at your job; but that wasn’t truthful, was it?”

“No. It wasn’t.” She was silent for a moment. “I had just broken up with Tyler and you were dating Genevieve. And then came crazy-pants Aurora. And then that bitch Haley. And then Sophie” Klaus shot her a look and she stopped listing his conquests. “I saw you with girl after girl and I just did not want to put myself in that position. I loved you but I thought didn’t love me.”

“I was trying to get you out of my system. I thought that eventually, if I dated enough women, I would stop loving you. It didn’t work.” His eyes were sad for a moment. He grabbed her hand and brought her knuckles to his lips, kissing them lightly. “But I promise that you will be the only one from now on. No one else.”

“Good.” They shared a small smile between them before Klaus pulled himself from the bed. “Hey! Come back.”

“I have something for you.” Klaus left the bedroom and Caroline could not help but admire his backside as he walked through the kitchen, which she had a direct view of from her bedroom. She could hear him rooting through his jeans in her living room. Eventually, Klaus made his way back into her bedroom, completely unashamed by the fact that he was naked.

In his hand was a small black box.

“When I came here tonight, I had no idea how the night was going to go.” Caroline reached for the box but he moved it away, cocking his eyebrow at her, clearly telling her to be patient. She just huffed in mock frustration. “But I could not be more pleased with the outcome.” The blush that spread over Caroline’s face made Klaus appear way to proud of himself. “I went back and forth over the last few days on whether or not I could marry you knowing that you did not return my feeling. When I made my decision that I was going to accept your marriage proposal I went to my grandfather’s estate to pick this up.”

Klaus opened the small black box and inside was a beautiful engagement ring. It was antique looking but not gawdy. The ring was made of rose gold and had small diamonds around the band. The center had a massive square diamond with a halo setting. Caroline took the box from his hand and just gazed at the ring.

“It was my grandmothers, apparently. My grandfather had it custom made for her. She died when my father, well, my biological father was eight. He intended on giving that to my mother once her divorce from Mikael was finalized.”

“But he never got the chance.”

“No, he didn’t.” Klaus took the box back from her hand. “But I think both he and my namesake would be very happy if you wore it.” Caroline smiled widely, and nodded. Klaus pulled the ring from the box and slipped it onto her left ring finger. The ring was slightly too big for her finger but she didn’t care. “I can take it to the jewelers first thing tomorrow and have it resized.” He reached to take the ring back but Caroling snatched her hand away.

“Don’t you dare. Not yet.” Caroline mockingly narrowed her eyes at him and he nodded his head, pulling back from the ring. She held out her hand in front of her and admired the ring. She cocked her head as though she was inspecting it for a blemish. She knew Klaus was watching her every movement.

“Well, what do you say Caroline Forbes? Will you marry me?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” She turned to look at him and tossed him a cheeky smirk. Klaus placed his hand over his heart and pretended to be hurt. She leaned in to kiss him, neither one where able to keep the smiles off their lips. “I suppose I could be persuaded.”

[lisinfleur]

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The Request:

Author’s Notes | Notes Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader, Ivarsðóttir x OC!Einar Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @justanawolf​ for 5CW7 Words | 2762 ⁑ Warnings: Some cursing. Mentions to violence, death, and blood. Insinuations to rape.

"Ivar Ragnarsson!"

Ivar sighed in his throne. You were once again disturbing his mind with that inconceivable idea of marrying his beautiful daughter to that boy...

That thin and weak boy that invaded his life years ago, playing with his precious daughter as if he would grow enough to become the raider he pretended to be in their imagination.

Your daughter and he used to play together all the time and Einar, who was the son of a local farmer, was a good boy in your sight. He never tried anything improper, always playing like a good boy, respectful, a good worker, well educated... The fact was that the stupid boy had grown into adult life and became a man, for Ivar's disgust: it would have been easier if Hella had taken him as Ivar thought would happen. And now, you were there, for the hundredth time in that year, remembering him your daughter and that thin thing were starting to get involved... That he should prepare to discuss her marriage to that annoying remembrance of Sigurd's bardic traces walking through his Hall after his precious daughter's skirts. He was even good with the oud! The oud!

Sigurd was a damn plague in his life and Ivar could bet he was laughing at his face from Valhalla, celebrating with toasts his curses becoming true under the skin of that infamous boy his daughter was so in love with.

"He's weak," he insisted, sighing bored when you started again the whole speech.

He knew what would come, but even then, there you were, speaking, and speaking...

"...And strength is not everything! Nor is stamped in his face, Ivar. If it was like this, then my father should have denied your pledge for my hand," you said, catching his attention and an angry glare in his eyes.

You wouldn't dare to compare that thin little boyish thing to him, right?

"You were a cripple weak rag of a boy in his sight, but he gave you a chance to prove yourself and you did it! You owe Einar a chance as well!"

You would.

And it infuriated him - of course! What would infuriate Ivar the Boneless more than messing with his ego?

"I'm nothing like that boy and I owe him nothing!" he said with his powerful voice, looking at you with sharp blues. "Well, he wants to marry my daughter? So, if you want so badly to compare the two of us, tell him to do what I did! Tell him to conquer kingdoms and kill kings, to gather an army and have lands under his control! Tell him to become a commander, a successful raider, and a king! And then, I'll gladly offer my daughter's hand in marriage and maybe an alliance!"

You crossed your arms. He knew he was going too far, but Ivar never knows when to stop...

"As long as he's standing under my boots on our society, then he'll have no chances to have my beautiful Freya bearing his children!"

"You rather sell our daughter to a foreigner king for an alliance, I suppose... Right, King Ivar?"

He drew back. It was a slap on his face, and you knew it. You did it on purpose, just to see that frown in his forehead.

The subject was over. None of you wanted to speak about that anymore. You turned yourself to leave and his voice echoed, calling your attention.

"I'll be leaving on a short trip at the end of this moon..."

"Don't you dare to suggest taking the boy with you, Ivar," you said, immediately looking back.

"I won't get him killed on purpose! For the gods' sake, woman, what do you think I am?" he answered, offended by the obvious concern in your sentence.

But you stood on your position, looking straight inside his eyes.

"A father, Ivar," you answered, slapping his face without your hands one second time. "One disposed to do anything for what he thinks is his daughter's safety. Einar stays. Our daughter loves him too much for me to allow your concerns to hurt this innocent relationship. I rather see them as friends forever than hold my daughter's cry if her heart goes with him."

Wise words... For his disgust once again.

Damn him for marrying a woman able to outsmart his plans and, sometimes, see forward in his steps. He had no intention to harm the boy, but you were right: his raids weren't for a farmer and if Einar didn't come back, his precious Freya would suffer twice: for the future love never built and for the friendship lost.

"Fine. We'll solve this when I come back," he stated.

Something you could accept. With a heated head, nor Ivar or you would think straight and it was the future of your daughter in your hands. Freya's happiness was more important than anything.

"Baldur will come with me. Such as Tyr," Ivar declared about the raid and you sighed.

Your children were growing so fast... Last night you were waking up for Tyr's nightmares, and now there he was, a young man, walking around with Hvitserk, drinking with Baldur, looking the skirts around.

Going to raids with his father and brother...

"I'll make the sacrifices to provide you a safe trip and safe return, husband," you said, looking at him.

Sometimes words weren't necessary.

"I'll take good care of them, my love. Not that I really have to once Baldur fights like a beast and Tyr honors his name, but I'll take good care of them, don't worry."

It didn't really matter for you and Ivar knew that. They could fight like his best men and be greater than his father, and yet, Baldur and Tyr would always be your little boys.

Boys you thought you would never see one more time when those men invaded your home. Ivar's self-confidence was a mistake and sometimes, a few times, it would really cause a disaster.

This time he thought his fame and name would be enough to keep small invaders away from his lands. He thought they wouldn't dare to threaten his kingdom, nor his wife, nor his daughter...

"Mother!"

Your heart crushed in a thousand pieces when you had your daughter brutally ripped from your embrace. Those men touching her, holding you, trying to lift your skirt, speaking offensively about how your husband would hunt them if he ever knew who fucked his wife and daughter to death the way they were planning.

"Or else I could put a child on her belly and leave the crippled king a boy with my face," one of them boasted touching your lower belly right before you spat on his face.

"I would rip my own womb before bearing your child, you bastard!" you cursed and he slapped your face, throwing your body on the ground, starting to rip your dress.  

His curses and words, telling you how he would give you the taste of a whole man before you could prove his sword, were cut in the middle when someone crossed his chest with a sword. You felt the blood spatting on your back and the weight of the dead body, but your instinct screamed louder and you stole that dead man's sword, getting up to help whoever was the man fighting to get your daughter free.

You were no shieldmaiden. But you were a mother and somehow Frigga imbued your heart with her strength and you sunk that blade on the shoulder of one of the bastards while your savior was trespassing the third one.  

Quickly, he ran to lock and block the door and so, as your daughter was falling on your embrace, crying like a child, your eyes could recognize your savior coming closer, fully worried about his beloved princess in your hands.

"Einar..." you mumbled as Freya threw herself into the boy's hug.

You watched in relief as he held your child in his arms, hiding her completely into his embrace, mumbling sweet words into your daughter's scared ears.

There was so much love between them... How could Ivar deny he was the perfect husband to your sweet daughter?

As Einar's hands consoled your crying daughter, slowly lulling her into his embrace, you straightened your dress, trying to keep yourself covered and see if there were wounds beyond the scratch bleeding on your face. The sounds of battle could be heard outside and somehow, they became stronger in your Hall.

You couldn't determine if someone had arrived to kill the invaders or if the raiders had backup now, but the cries of battle were closer and higher, and so, Einar showed his bravery once again.

"No... Einar, please no!" your child cried as the boy delivered her into your embrace.

She wasn't calm anymore. Instead, she was terrified of seeing him holding that sword.

"Please!" she begged, but Einar just touched Freya's face with a gentle caress.

"Don't worry, my princess. I'll be fine. And if I fall here, then I wasn't worthy of your heart, my love. What man can desire a woman he cannot protect?"

Wise words. A wise man... You held your daughter and touched her face.

"The gods know how much you love each other, my child. Don't worry... If we fall into this place, I ensure you'll find him again," you said, having nothing but some more tears from your crying daughter as Einar straightened himself, holding the sword like a true warrior, waiting for the small barricade of the door to fall.

It didn't take too long until the sounds reached your room and Freya yelled when a strong impact broke the door open. But despite prepared for a huge fight, Einar's shoulders relaxed when Whitehair came into the room followed closely by the king and his men.

"Father!" your girl cried and Ivar came closer, embracing you and her as Baldur and Tyr were looking around searching for any other invader at the room.

"My child... My love... Are you wounded?" Ivar asked.

His heart was hammering his chest like a midsummer drum.

"We're safe... Thanks to Einar," you said, causing the eyes to turn towards the boy that was still holding his sword, tiredly.

Baldur sheathed his own blade as Tyr came closer, to touch his forehead to yours. The older brother and Ivar were focused on the boy who was now panting a little less, relieved the king was back.

Before they could say anything, Freya released herself from Ivar's arms, throwing her own arms around Einar's waist, hiding her crying face in his chest, causing the young warrior to release his sword in order to hold her against him.

"Did you protect my daughter and wife, boy?" Ivar asked, not sounding so hostile towards the boy now.

"Not as good as my king would have done, but I tried my best to keep them safe, King Ivar," he answered, respectfully.

But you didn't lose your chance.

"He's being modest... The boy saved my life and our honor," you spoke, soothing your husband's glare towards Einar. "He came into this room with bravery and faced three enemies in order to get us free from their hands and blades. Two of them he killed by himself. One with my help. And to keep Freya's safety and mine, he was disposed to keep on fighting whoever would come through this door, husband." you testified.

Einar lowered his head, touching his nose in your daughter's hair, trying to keep her calm as she was slowly stopping the loud sobs.

"Then, you learned what I taught you," Baldur said, kinda proud, surprising both of you when he turned himself towards his father. "Einar has been training with me and Tyr for some lessons with the sword, father," he said.

"He said he wants to prove you he's a good man... For Freya's hand," Tyr completed, kinda exposing the boy, causing Einar to look at your husband insecure and scared.

"It's not that I believe I'm worthy, I just..." he started trying to justify himself, but Ivar raised his hand causing him to shut and you to prepare your arguments to defend the boy.

But this time, there weren't bad words.

"I would never question the value of a man that offered his chest to protect my most precious treasures. You know you could have died into this room, don't you, boy?" Ivar asked.

To what Einar looked into his eyes, seeming to create the courage to face your husband for the first time.

"My king doesn't fear the death for Valhalla awaits him in the end. Why should I fear if I want to be like him?"

Words that sounded like a huge surprise, causing Ivar's barriers to crumble.

"What did you just say, boy?"

"That I know I'm a farmer, with poor origins and thin blood. And I know I have a long way to prove my value under your eyes, King Ivar. But such as you fought the whole world and proved yourself despite all your obstacles, I want to make me worthy of Freya's love and your trust. I love your daughter, King Ivar. I have been loving her my whole life and I would die for her without a single question if it was necessary to keep her safe."

Baldur smiled, Tyr giggled and you slapped your younger son's shoulder for the sounds, reprehending him like a boy for laughing of another's feelings.

But Ivar looked right into Einar's eyes. Freya was still hidden into his embrace that somehow Einar was managing to sustain longer than you could imagine he would in front of your husband.

"You have strong words. And a fierce heart. You said you want to be like me, so I'll teach you what is missing in your speech, boy."

For a second, you thought once again that Ivar would destroy Einar with his words, but your fears did not become true one more time. Instead, Ivar touched the boy's shoulder with a tight grip.

"Know that you would die for her makes me proud. See that you will fight to live for her makes me relieved. Die for your wife if this is your fate, boy, but love her enough to fight to live for her until your last breath. Did you understand me, son?"

Son...

You and your sons smiled at the sound of that word.

Your husband was accepting Einar as his son-in-law and you knew that in that discrete change on the way Ivar was calling him.

"Yes, my king..." Einar answered, with his eyes shining.

And Ivar sighed. It was easy to see the loyalty and strength into that boy's eyes.

Maybe the gods had permitted that invasion to give the boy the chance you said he should have. And Einar had proven himself to him, despite the fact that Ivar would never admit it with all the words in his mouth. The best he could do was to stop trying to scare the boy to the bones away from his daughter.

But for now, it was time to negotiate details...

"We have to fix this Hall and get rid of the bodies. It will take a while... Tell your father to prepare his guest room... The king's family will dinner at your farm tonight," Ivar spat, draining Einar's color completely before Ivar started walking out of the room.

This time you couldn't avoid smiling as Baldur patted your soon-to-be son-in-law and Tyr giggled jumping the bodies, just like Hvitserk used to do, to follow his father out of the door.

"Tell your mother to make that chicken, brother!” He said before crossing the door starting to speak with Baldur. “Boy, Einar's mother's chicken is the best I ever ate!"

And there was your Tyr, thinking on food despite the fact that the hall around him was made into pieces… You should talk to Ivar about the huge amount of time Tyr was passing with his uncle... But for that moment, you walked towards Einar, caressing your daughter's hair in his embrace.

"Don't worry, child," you said, touching his face. "He likes you... Such as I do. Take care of my princess. I'm sure she's in the best hands," you said, before seeing Freya smiling between her tears towards you.

Maybe the gods had messed things up for a reason. Maybe all the suffering had a purpose. The fact was that Einar would have his place in your husband's Hall and you were satisfied to see your daughter's eyes glowing with love once again.

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