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rimurutempest · 5 months ago

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I watched all of modern Doctor Who and these were my favorite episodes.

If you told me back in 2015 that I'd watch the entirety of modern Doctor Who, I'd probably think you're a liar. But, a cute girl wanted to watch Doctor Who with me, and how do you tell a cute girl “No?” Being that of the Superwholock trinity, Doctor Who the least upsetting of the three, I figured “Why not?” I mean, it's enjoyed by thousands and thousands of people, surely it has merit for existing, right?

And, it does! There are many great episodes that I really enjoyed (not to mention a lot of schlock I hated). I even enjoy some of the old serials and that 1996 movie is pretty fun (so very 90s). I can't claim to have seen all of Doctor Who, there is a lot of old stuff I'm probably never going to know even exists, not to mention all the spin offs and audio dramas, there's no way I can get through it all. But, I have seen the modern run, starting with Christopher Eccleston all the way to Ncuti Gatwa in Empire of Death.

Annnnd, anyone that knows me knows I love to rank and review episodic tv shows. So, with that said, here are my 15 favorite episodes of modern Doctor Who:

15 - Dalek (S01, E06)

It is probably unsurprising to any Doctor Who fan to see this episode on the list. The Eccleston era was my introduction to Doctor Who (as I'm sure it was for a lot of people) and this episode was my introduction to the famous villain, the Daleks. It's really a wild way to be introduced to the Daleks when you think about it, the Doctor and his companion Rose end up in an underground museum of alien artifacts out in Nevada and find the man that runs it has a Dalek in captivity. Upon learning of the Dalek's existence, the Doctor goes on a campaign to kill it with extreme prejudice until Rose yells at him about how he's being this horrendous person – which makes the doctor have a “Maybe I'm the baddie” moment and it resolves peacefully. Genuinely is really a good episode about moving on and realizing that we all have good and evil in us. A true standout of the early modern run of the show.

14 - The Impossible Planet & The Satan's Pit (S02, E08&E09)

There's a spectrum when it comes to Doctor Who, there are episodes that are gorgeous and smart and well thought out, then there are episodes that are just absolutely ridiculous. If Dalek explores the prejudice that can be enacted by those we see as “good,” then this duo of episodes is “what if the Christian devil was real and he was in space.” This is such an unbelievable hit of stupid bullshit, but it's delivered so very well. The first episode is loaded with mystery and adventure and unknown horror, while the second episode introduces the goofy concept in whole but still somehow grounds it enough that it still feels like a real plot with real stakes. It's the acting. The actors really sell this one to you. Space Satan is not what I expected when getting into this show but hey, it works and I like it.

13 - Blink (S03, E10)

I'm going to be honest with you, I feel like the internet really hypes up the Weeping Angels to a point that when you finally encounter them you're like, “Oh that's all?” Every episode of Doctor Who with the Weeping Angels feels underwhelming, silly, dumb, boring, with one exception: the original. I will not try to convince you that Blink lives up to the hype that the fandom has built for it, but if you can watch it without the Superwholock kind of bullshit in your head, what you'll find is actually a pretty good story. One of the best of the show. If the angels existed for this one episode and nothing else, they may have stood as the best antagonist of the show, but they got overused. I'm not going to explain the episode, I'll end up overhyping it more, just watch it.

12 - A Town Called Mercy (S07, E03)

I never see anyone really talk about this episode and it makes me wonder if maybe I'm alone in thinking it's great, which if so, oh well. I like westerns. The long and short of this is the Doctor and his companions, Amy and Rory, arrive in the old west to find a town with electricity too early and an alien cyborg gunslinger hanging outside of town hunting the town physician who turns out to be an alien that committed some horrific space crimes. The episode feels like a fun, loving homage to the western genre while once again exploring those aforementioned qualities of good people can be bad and vice versa. It's a fantastic little romp for the cast and these are the kinds of episodes that made the show fun to watch.

11 - Midnight (S04, E10)

Does this count as a bottle episode? The one thing I have to give the cast of Doctor Who is that when they decide it's time to really act, they act very, very well. This episode is completely carried by the acting of David Tennant and his supporting cast. In this episode, the Doctor's companion Donna sits one out while the Doctor takes a shuttle bus to go see a waterfall, until some unknown alien starts taking over people's bodies. This is a very, very well done episode that shows that you don't need elaborate set dressing or endless action to make good television, you just need good actors.

10 - The Devil's Chord (S14, E02)

I realize this might be controversial to say, but Ncuti Gatwa is my favorite actor to portray the Doctor. He's a fantastic actor and the energy he brings the role is so different and wonderful. When it comes to media, people typically don't like to hear you praise the modern bits over the older stuff, but this most recent run of Doctor Who with Gatwa is consistently more interesting and enjoyable than any other season of Doctor Who (that's probably Davies doing).

That all said, The Devil's Chord is a wild episode. I previously said that Doctor Who has a spectrum, from really great story telling to really goofy. If Midnight is the great story telling, then The Devil's Chord is the goofy. In this episode the Doctor and Ruby must face off against Maestro, the God of Music, who wishes to take all music from the world. The energy of this episode is wild, with Ncuti Gatwa's take on the Doctor going up against the insanely wild trickster character Maestro, who is portrayed by the trans actor Jinkx Monsoon. If you've fallen off of late Doctor Who, or you are completely new to it, please give this new season a watch (and don't let the Beatles jump scare at the beginning stop you, I swear there's no Beatles music!).

09 - The Empty Child / The Doctor Dances (S01, E09&E10)

If you're starting your Doctor Who watch at the beginning of the modern series, this will probably be the first episode that strikes a real chord with you (well, other than Dalek that is). This was the show's first real attempt at telling a horror story, one that is sort of zombie adjacent. This bizarre World War Two story with a child in a gas mask morphing people's bodies and existences into more versions of himself is one of the more original stories in the entire Doctor Who series, no one but Eccleston and Billie Piper could have sold this so well. Not to mention the introduction of Jack Harkness! (We'll uh...we'll ignore the actors conduct for this...)

08 - Planet of the Ood (S04, E03)

This is not the first time we meet the Ood, they were in the aforementioned Impossible Planet episodes, however this is when the Doctor finally does what he should have from the very start. The Ood are essentially a slave race, and in Planet of the Ood, they finally start to act out and revolt. The Doctor, as unpolitical as he has always been according to some people, decides “Yeah! Slaves are wrong!” and starts working with Ood Sigma (who becomes a recurring character kind of) in freeing the Ood. This episode also has one of the sickest, most awesome, kinda horrific effects in all of Doctor Who. Above all else, this episode is just very beautifully shot and well made. One of the highlights of the entire series.

07 - The Day of the Doctor (50th Anniversary Special)

Exploring the Doctor's mind during the Time War is such a cool concept. It's a thing the Doctor keeps referring to as this horrific, life changing thing for him, and getting even a glimpse into it is guaranteed an amazing time. Featuring both David Tennant and Matt Smith, while bringing on John Hurt of all people because Eccleston wouldn't reprise his role, the acting talent in this special is incredible and genuinely so wonderful to watch. At the end of the day, it's a really, really good Doctor Who romp and deserves any praise it gets.

06 - The Waters of Mars (2009 Autumn Special)

Pic from the BBC. Theirs looks better than anything I could get.

Hey look! It's the Hugo award winning special! And I only put it at number six!

Everything about this special is so fucking cool. The set designs, the costumes, the fucking monster itself, everything in this is so cool. You know how people always joke about horror needing to be wet? Well this is wet horror. David Tennant puts in so much effort here, struggling with what he wants to and what he has to do, the Doctor is really pushed to some stressful limits here that has such a fantastic end to it. Even if you disagree with where I placed it on this list, there is no doubt that The Waters of Mars is among the best stories Doctor Who has ever put out.

05 - The Impossible Astronaut / Day of the Moon (S06, E01&E02)

This is one that's probably going to get some pushback. I am an X-Files fan, it's my favorite show, love it when it's great and I love it when it's trashy. This two part season opening is the most X-files like the show ever gets, and I am so into it. The opening mystery of the episode sets up a really cool overarching concept for the season (don't ask if it's resolved well, please don't ask that) while introducing us to one of the coolest enemies Doctor Who ever made (please don't ask if they stay that way, please don't ask that). Everything about this is so fun and interesting and I hope others come out of it feeling the same way.

04 - Voyage of the Damned (2007 Christmas Special)

Pic from IMDB.

DOCTOR WHO TITANIC IS VERY GOOD!! Sorry for yelling. For a long while this sat as my absolute favorite episode of Doctor Who. Journeying alone on a rare occasion, the Doctor finds himself spending Christmas aboard the space Titanic (I am not kidding, they named it the Titanic!) and as the name of the ship would imply, tragedy strikes. This story is really wonderful, we get to see the Doctor try his hardest to save people and show love and kindness to so many people, not to mention having a group of characters instead of one companion to explore. I especially love the Van Hoff couple, who are two fat and poor people who won tickets to come aboard what is a wealthy cruise. Everyone around them is rather classist and fatphobic to them, but of all they characters in the special, they exhibit real happiness and love and their devotion to one another is genuinely so wonderful.

As I said, this one stood as my favorite episode for a long time. And, you don't really need to see any previous episodes to watch it, so please go watch it. It's a fun time.

03 - The Giggle (60th Anniversary Special)

I don't know what the wider fandom's thoughts on the 60th Anniversary Specials are, so I don't know if this is a controversial take or not. But, The Giggle highlights everything that is great about Doctor Who. It tips its scales back into the goofy part of the spectrum, but that goofiness is ultimately what makes this such a fun and interesting special. When thinking of actors like Neil Patrick Harris, who are so big and popular and well known celebrities, you forget that the popularity came from the fact they're good at their craft, and if The Giggle did anything for me, it was reminding me that yes, Neil Patrick Harris is an outstanding actor. And, getting put with a returning David Tennant and Catherine Tate really just solidified this special as some of the best acting the series has to offer.

The scene where the Toymaker forces the Doctor and Donna to watch a puppet show about the fates of the Doctor's companions is one of the best meta commentaries the show ever did about itself. The introduction of Ncuti Gatwa is pulled off in a fantastic way. And, the ending is so heartwarming that it makes makes me happy they brought Tennant's Doctor and Donna back.

02 - Heaven Sent (S09, E11)

I previously said that Ncuti Gatwa stands as my favorite Doctor. But, before the Gatwa episodes were out, my favorite was Peter Capaldi. Though Capaldi was given some of the worst scripts of the series (Jodie Whittaker probably got the worst of the worst), he brought such a different interpretation to the Doctor. David Tennant and Matt Smith's Doctors, despite their differences, were largely the same characters. Capaldi's had more of that Eccleston-esque attitude and charm, while bringing this gravitas that makes the silly moments feel real emotionally.

Which brings me to Heaven Sent, which might be the pinnacle of acting in the series. When people think of the best Doctor Who episodes, they probably expect big action and lots of adventure, but to me, the most interesting parts of Doctor Who are when we explore the Doctor as a character. What makes him tick, what makes him who he is, why is he here doing this – exploration of the Doctor and his motives is spectacular, especially when done right. Heaven Sent follows the Capaldi Doctor, after the death of his companion, imprisoned in a castle where he must reveal all his secrets. The torture and sorrow that Capaldi is able to show on his face is both horrifying and spectacular, really showing that he is an outstanding actor. There is no other piece of television like Heaven Sent.

01 - Vincent and the Doctor (S05, E10)

I don't think this is a surprise to anyone. I'm sure everyone has seen the gifs go around of the Doctor taking Vincent van Gogh to the future to see how his work is revered and loved and how moving that scene is. What I don't think most people know is how after that scene, after Vincent has been put back in his own time, the museum doesn't change. There are no new paintings. Amy, the Doctor's companion, then must learn that love and praise alone do not cure mental illness.

This episode has a haze of melancholy. The Doctor may change history plenty of times, but he doesn't often change real events. So, from the very beginning, you know van Gogh's fate, and you know it won't be changed. I actually liked this episode' portrayal of mental illness, it really is something that affects our lives, and makes it hard (if not impossible) to fit into society. How people with mental illness are often outcast, harassed, and treated like subhumans. But, this episode also shows happiness, hope, and love. And, that people do love you, no matter what you may think.

And, I think that makes it the best episode of modern Doctor Who.

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readychilledwine · 2 months ago

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Till Death Do Us Part

SJM Villains Week - Day One - Origin Story

"Are people born wicked, or do they have wickedness cast upon them?" -Wicked the Musical

Summary - Beron had known love once in his life, and even that was ripped from him

Warnings- This fic has some heavy topics. A whole species of fae is hunted for their wings until extinction. While it is not done in great detail, if that will potentially trigger you, please consider skipping this.

Other warnings- reader Death, spousal abuse, domestic, and child abuse inferred, loss of a spouse, death of a mate, in summary, just not my normal happy love story. Edited and formated on my cellphone, long story, if you see errors, you definitely didn't 👀

A/n - Happy @sjmvillainweek day one. I was sent a request about Beron losing the love of his life being his villain Origin story. I bounced between doing this as a mini series or as a one shot, but landed on the one shot due to mini series that end with reader Death not being a personal favorite of mine, plus, writing reader's death after writing 3 parts of her and Beron falling in love was rough. If you all want it, though, let me know I guess? Today is very out of my box, as you all will see with my Maeve fic queued for later, so to those of you who frequently write reader/oc deaths, I truly admire you. This was hard.

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The stake set in the middle of the grounds was the seal on the impact of Beron's actions. 100 years, 100 happy years of keeping her safe, and now he was locked in his own room, trapped as her execution was set up.

He should have known better, should have hid her better. Her kind was already rare and in the last 100 years, she was finally the last one. One last trophy to hunt and he had led his father right to her.

Lifeless wings hung high on his wall, still fresh with the scent of her blood. The luster they carried was fading, the vibrant burnt orange now a muted tone of its former glory.

Beron put his head in his hands, the faebane chains around his wrists clanging with laughter as he did. He forced his mind back to a happier time.

Fire Festival had you running around the small market near where the Leaf Folk lived. Mother needed flour. Father needed wine. Your sisters wanted candy. The first of October was special to you all. To your whole race. It was the start of a 31 day process where the females of your race were courted, married, and the hopes of young offspring came. .

Fire Festival was for lovers. It was for passion. It would be your first year to partake, and while you knew it took some females 3 attempts to meet their match, your wings couldn't help but flutter in hope you would meet yours this year.

As you day dreamed, supplies in a basket, you were blind to the male watching you. An outsider that had vendors closing their doors and windows with customer's inside, mamas rushing their children into their homes.

A voice cleared behind you, pulling you from your daze, “My lady.” It was instant, that snap of the mating bond tugging and tying you two together into a cursed string. ..

The dark-haired male put his hand to his heart, blindly stepping closer to you. Dark hair sat on top of his head, styled and brushed into perfection despite the evidence he had arrived on horseback. His slender face was handsome. Sharper cheekbones, full lips, a nose reminding you of a hawk beak. His clothing was high end, hugging his body as if he was poured into the material. “Beron,” he spoke to you, ripping you from your study of his figure.

“Y/n,” you whispered back, wings moving slightly to be out of sight.

“I have no interest in those,” he motioned towards them. “Only in the rumors of elder flowers in this area.”

You blinked at him, the olive branch you were about to offer him was dangerous, “I can show you if you vow to never speak of this place.”

Beron fought against his father as he was pulled to the temple. He knew the female he was being forced to marry was nice enough, beautiful, wealthy. He was forced to stand at the altar, a knife held to his little sister's back as he did. Aurelia entered either her normal grace, her own face solemn as the fae stood and she was escorted to him by her own proud father.

Her dress reminded him of a princess from tales of old. Far too large, puffy, and in a shade of white that did not compliment her porcelain skin and hair like fire.

They were both silent as they took their vows and the count down to your execution began. 2 hours. 2 hours he'd be forced to spend drinking and all that did was encourage more memories of you.

The pull of the bond became too much the following October, and the letters written on oak leaves could no longer be enough for either of you.

You were taking a huge risk, using the first feast and bonfires to sneak to his hunting cabin just a few miles away from the hidden edge village you'd spent your life in.

Beron was waiting on the porch, eyes coming alive as he heard the sound of your leaf-like wings crinkling as you flew over to him. ..

He caught you quickly, arms going around your waist, pulling your head to his chest. .

The first hug of many.

The first night filled with laughter and stolen kisses that'd come with the next 99 years.

He carried your one bag, frowning at your lack of possessions.

"Is this all you have, my love?”

”All I need,” Your tone was confused. “Did you expect more?”

He had. He had expected more than just the 7 dresses he pulled out. More than the one necklace he had given you. More than one more pair of leather shoes.

Beron glanced at you, chocolate eyes slightly sad, “I'm going to give you the world.”

Beron and Aurelia watched in silence as people drank and danced. “You said you were running,” he whispered under his breath to her. “You said you were leaving to prevent this.”

Aurelia looked at him, her whiskey colored eyes narrowing, “Do you think I didn't try to get him to come grab me? Do you think I sat and did nothing despite our deal?”

He rolled his own eyes, “Careful with your tone, wife,” the word felt like ash.

“Am I your wife? Or is she locked in the fox holes waiting to be the final show for our wedding? Who else has their marriage start with the burning of their husband's who-”

The slap that came before she could finish that sentence made the room fall into silence. Another beginning. Another drastic change. Beron knew Aurelia had sold out the location he kept you in. Her father had been the one to drag you in, bleeding and crying, dress torn.

Beron's father motioned for the night to continue like nothing had happened, as if he was beaming with pride at his son striking his wife.

“Just because he didn't want you after you willingly handed him your cunt, doesn't mean I didn't want y/n. I hope you enjoy both of us being as miserable as you clearly are.”

She sat wordlessly next to him, holding her cheek. She'd been warning of the heavy hands the Vanserra males carried, but Beron had never been aggressive. He'd always been kind to her. But she knew she was you and clearly Aurelia had gotten herself into dangerous territory.

Beron watched the clock as it ticked an hour. An hour to day dreamed about you.

The wedding of the Leaf Folk were not performed in a temple, an odd thing for Beron as he stood under the oldest apple tree in the groove. Its twisted trunk and tangled branches were almost menacing as you followed his eye.

You took his hands, whispering in the old tongue and making the tree light up with runes and stories of lovers wed under its branches. You were the last of your kind. The village somehow found and pillaged in one night. The groove of apples around you both was struggling, dying off slowly as its caretakers became a lost memory. “What do we do now?”

"We close our eyes and feel. We will know if the land blesses our union,” you smiled as you answered, closing your eyes. Fireflies began to fill the area, a slight breeze carrying the sounds of gentle music. You both opened your eyes to the deer to the fireflies.

“What the hell,” he paused. “What is this?”

"Approval from the Mother. She has blessed and signed off on our union,” Your hand went to the new rune in the tree, eyes watering as you followed the curves and slopes. “We're married.”

Beron was forced to stand, shackled again as guards made him and Aurelia walk to where he'd be forced to watch you burn. His family and Aurelia's father too spots near them, the other High fae in attendance whispering as they also took places. Public execution in Autumn was a favorite pastime for the rich high fae. They loved watching the poor, the criminals, the low fae burn or be gifts to the trees, consumed root by root.

His father had known that wasn't an option with you. Had he given you to the trees, the trees would free you. No true crime was committed, and on top of that, your kind was so closely linked to the trees, your life forces depending on each other.

Beron had tried to warn his father what killing you would do, how his family would lose control of the trees and the forest, how that was a magic given to his family by the Leaf Folks elders hundreds of years ago. A promise not to hunt them, yet every Nobel here had a pair of those wings on their walls. Fresh ones.

Beron pulled against his chains as he heard you fighting and screaming in the tongue of your people. He watched as you spit on the male dragging you, watched as you spit on his father.

You had, in many ways, made Beron's life easier. You had killed two of his brothers during your capture, making him the clear heir. You had stabbed his father with something rumors from the healers say wasn't closing, festering in his skin and muscles like an infection. The look of pride as you looked down from your nose towards his father made Beron smirk. You'd die a warrior. Die with not an ounce of fear but instead a river of rage.

His wife. His powerful fearless wife.

That sneer didn't change as you were tied to the stake. It didn't change as your so-called charges were read. It didn't change as you waited to be given the ability to speak one last time.

“The last of your kind, yet you won't beg for your life?”

“No,” you answered his father plainly.

The High Lord seemed surprised as he spoke again, “So you will curse my son to a life of madness?”

“I've cursed your son and court to so much more than that already,” you glared

It was then that Beron noticed the runes carved into your body in captivity. He held his breath as he read each one. As he read the fate your death would seal for this court and for him.

You had been lied to, told he gave away your location, that he handed you away willingly in exchange for the bride sitting next to him. All lies he would never be able to change.

It looked as if you were praying, but Beron knew the signs of Leaf Folk magic now. He knew what was happening as the wind picked up and lightning struck as your pyre was lit.

Beron shot out of bed, shaking his head as the nightmare replaying her death was fresh in his mind. He still blamed himself, still blamed Aurelia. 700 years later and he wasn't over her.

But how could he have been? Her curse was a plague on Autumn. A deep rot that settled into the remaining signs of her village first. Then that grove he had married her in. Then the surrounding forest and villages. It was choking off life in his court. Illness, famine, and death followed in its path.

Her curse had not just taken the forest, though, it had taken him. The lifeless mating bond was doubled by what she had down. Beron lost all sense of emotion and Humanity once she was gone. He lost himself. That much was clear by the scars littering his wife and children. By what he had done to Lucien.

He had no one to blame but himself.

He knew she was forbidden. A female considered low fae with wings like the rustling leaves of this very court, but Beron couldn't stop himself. He couldn't resist the feel of her soft skin, her scent of spun sugar and apples, her soft hair. Her eyes were his favorite thing, so light and bright. Full of life.

As he held his chest in bed, his sleeping wife was next to him. It was those eyes that haunted him. Those last words whispered before an execution.

“A plague on your houses, a plague on your court, until a son brave enough to kill for what's right comes forth.”

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themotherofhorses · 2 years ago

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Hi author first of wanted to say I love your work !

I'm not sure if you take requests so if you don't feel free to delete this 💛

Modern spy Aemond x naive reader [ Aemond meets her when he's on a mission and becomes obsessed with her how can someone be so sweet and innocent !? He just has to have her also baby trapping and smut if you're comfortable writing it ]

follow me now, and you will not regret (leaving the life you led before we met)

pairing: modern spy!aemond targaryen x naive!reader

warnings: explicit language. stalking. very much nsfw smut. once again, aemond is an obsessive and pussywhipped little bitch with zero thoughts within his pretty knocker. manipulation. innocence kink. breeding kink/baby trapping at the end.

notes: hi, yes, this is me coursing through uncharted and absolutely fucking rough waters in some attempt to spice up my usual smut writing style

(aka me practicing for the next chapter of my modern series)

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A career life built solely around espionage (or a sort of black shadow warfare mixed with cold combat) came dirty, bloody, and uncertain.

Or, at least, that was what Aemond “The One-Eyed White Death” Targaryen would tell himself on the daily, in some attempt at justifying the ends to the means. Really, this entire situation could have been a lot worse, he thought- after all, the lives of countless innocent civilians could have been caught within his crosshairs. He hated when that happened; it was always so messy, and came with heavy and boring paperwork.

However, that was not the case this time, thankfully.

It was only one innocent civilian in his hands, and she was still safe and sound.

Aemond had never meant to stick around the city for so long, having other missions queued up after this one, but fuck…you were perfect. Godsent, the prettiest and most delicious slice of heaven above, and he did not consider himself a godly man, nowhere near in the slightest. The gods loathed his type, he knew, and never hesitated in casting them all down to the pits of hell.

But you…

He had met you during the mission, while stuck undercover at some random little café on the corner street. The boss sent him to stake out some old-money and big-named crime mobster that was allegedly dealing weapons and various drugs under the noses of local law enforcement, a suspect on their “Most Wanted” board. And you- well, you were tucked away in a small booth, hunched over two thick college textbooks while multiple paper assignments laid strewed across the table top, so unaware of his presence sitting tables away on the other side of the room.

Gods, you were absolutely gorgeous, he thought. So fucking pretty, with those eyelashes and charm bracelet and focused look on your face. It made him forget all about his original mission. Fuck that, he has a new one now. And there was the cutest pout on your pink and glossy lips that made his cock harden, despite not having the faintest clue on what your name could be.

(That itself was no concern of his, he could find it out later in the evening. And he eventually did.)

You were there at the café the following day, and the day after that. Always with your head in those damn school books, his pretty and dutiful schoolgirl. The sight made him chuckle, and smile, and fill with the strongest urge to ruin you completely with his mouth, and fingers, and cock. On the fifth day, he finally decided to step up to your table, interrupting your usual study schedule with a shy smile and your favorite drink in hand, as well as a chocolate chip cookie.

“I- uh, I hope you don’t mind, miss,” he said, feigning bashfulness, “but I’ve seen you around everyday for this past week and thought, maybe, you wouldn’t mind being friends? I’m new in town, actually…and- well, I don’t know a lot of people around here…” he added, watching your pretty eyes widen.

And, fuck, your lips were glossy again, and he stood there (like a complete idiot) wondering what flavor they could possibly taste like.

Cherries?

Strawberries? Blueberries?

Maybe mimosa or peppermint patties?

“Oh, well, of course! I don’t mind whatsoever,” you replied cheerfully, rousing butterflies in Aemond’s stomach. “I’d be happy to be your friend,” and you patted at the spot next to yours, slugging away your tote bag and books so that he could sit down, and you could introduce yourself.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Aemond became your friend, first. The easiest way to manipulate your unsuspecting victims? Through trust and friendships, per the teachings of his old childhood mentors back at the academy. Throughout the next month, he bought you hot chocolate and matcha tea lattes, joined you in quick lunch dates, insisted on driving you to your college classes, and went with you to the little bookstores scattered across the city. It was fun…and torturous- utter torment and near physical agony- because all he wanted to do was fuck your pretty pussy until you could no longer remember your name and your cunt was to the shape of his own cock.

He would sit beside you in the café booth, listening as you drone on and on about your favorite, most passionate subjects, all while trying to desperately hide the boner in his jeans and rid his mind of such dirty thoughts and fantasies. There was no use, though. Aemond was fucked, too addicted and obsessed.

He wanted you, now and forever.

But that was not the worst part. The worst part was that you had not the smallest clue of what you were doing to him. You were just his sweet companion, his dear friend, too innocent and naïve to both the world and the waking beast deep within him.

He often followed you back home, to that tiny apartment near the college. Aemond swore it was because he wanted to make sure you were safe and protected from any of his enemies, anyone daring to steal you away from him, but he knew it was more due to the chances of seeing you undress and shower and decide which nightie you would wear to bed. And, sometimes, he got treated to his sweet girl trying to touch herself. It was so cute, so endearing, to watch you slip a hand between your thighs only to pause because you had no idea of what to do, and how to fuck your own fingers inside your cunt until you came.

Poor, sweet girl of mine, Aemond shook his head, tutting. Alone and in need.

How could someone so pretty, such a fucking cock-tease, be so innocent and untouched, so stupid and unknowing to everything sexual?

It did not make any sense to him.

Maybe you were made for him, and only him, and this was the gods’ gentle way of telling him to change his ways before it was too late. Leave behind this career of his, wash away all the red staining his ledger and hang up his callsign, all so he can start a family with you. The family he needs, the one he deserves.

Yes, he thought, that makes more sense. You need him the same way he needs you.

And, really, who was he to ignore the gods above? Aemond himself was no godly man, it was not in the nature of a spy like him- but for you, perhaps the fates might allow it.

Two months later, after a dinner date, Aemond has you pressed against your apartment’s door, his mouth frantically devouring yours in a fervent and wet kiss. It has been so long, so torturous, weeks after weeks of constant late-night jerking off to your pretty pictures and those blue-laced panties he managed to slip from your bedroom that one afternoon and pretending that all he wants to be is your friend.

You are so beautiful, so stunning, especially within this very moment, chest heaving out heavy breaths while you peer up at him as if he is a god.

He grabs at your face, a rough grip on your chin. “Tell me you want it tonight,” he demands, his lips near your ear. You shiver and clutch at his arms, so close to melting into nothing but putty in his hands. “Want what, Aemond?” you ask innocently, batting your dark eyelashes up at him. Fucking cock-tease. He chuckles while trailing light kisses along your jawline and down your neckline, mouthing at your nape and clavicle. You mewl at the feeling. “Please- please, don’t stop…”

“Do my kisses feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” you sigh out, tangling your fingers within his silver hair, “it feels amazing.”

He smirks. “It will feel a whole lot better in a little while, I promise you, sweet girl. But I need to ask…do you trust me?” You nod frantically, leaning up to kiss his lips. “Of course, Aemond. You are my dearest friend! I trust no one more than you.” Aemond just laughs at your words, yearning so badly to tell you that- by the end of the night- your cute ass will no longer be ‘just his friend’ but something much more, definitely.

But where is the fun in that?

“Good, good. Just relax and enjoy everything, okay?”

Aemond then pushes you back against the door, quickly slipping off the pretty floral top you wore and groaning at how your lacy bra cupped your breasts perfectly. Where have you been all my life? He thinks while snaking his hands around your back to unhook your brace and toss it somewhere over his shoulder, too busy salivating over your free and ample breasts and perky nipples.

“Fuck, look at you…so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles, kneading at your breasts. You stiffen, flushing under his heavy gaze before moving to cover yourself up, feeling a little self-conscious. Aemond shakes his head, gently tugging your hands back to your side. “No, don’t you dare cover yourself up, baby. Not in front of me.” His fingers pinch your nipple, cause your back to arch. “I’ll never understand why no one has ever devoured this pretty body. Gods, look at these tits. You’re so beautiful, baby, a fucking wet dream come true. Mmm, yeah, bet they’ll taste delicious,” and he wraps his lips around a nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

You’re delicious here, and Aemond knows you will be even more down there. His poor cock, still tucked inside his pants, feels like it is weeping, too impatient and irritated and ready to ruin you. His hand slides down your belly to rest on your hipbones and thighs, fingers ghosting around your panties.

“Ohhh…” you gasp out, biting at your bottom lips when his hand slips in.

“Fuuckk,” he drawls out against your breast, thrusting a finger into your wet cunt. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet down here. Absolutely soaking, poor baby.” Aemond strokes your slit a few times before rubbing your clit with his thumb, hearing the way you whine and shake at his actions. “I can’t wait to be inside you, fucking you till all you can think about is me.” He continues his thrusting, watching how your pretty face scrunches in sheer pleasure.

“Are you enjoying this, baby?” he asks, humming. “Do you want me down there tongue-fucking you? Hmm? Oh, wait, my sincere apologies, pretty girl, you probably don’t even know what that means.”

You moan, loud and high-pitched, teeth still chewing on your bottom lip. At your silence, he spanks your ass, causing you to lurch up with a massive gasp. “Use your fucking words, sweetheart. I don’t care for silence, especially from you.”

The more you remain quiet, he thinks, the more spanks you’ll receive.

Eventually, you fling your head back, bumping it against the door. “Okay, yes! Please! Please, Aemond…!”

Grinning, Aemond stands up and draws his lips back to your ear, saying slowly, “Spread those legs then, baby girl, right now.” When you do so, he sinks down to his knees, both hands gently clutching your thighs, “Yeah, that is a good girl. My pretty, good girl of mine.” He moves his face to the front of your pussy, “Can you feel my breath against this pretty clit? Are you waiting for me to devour this pussy? Tongue-fuck you until you’re a stupid little mess? Tell me, baby.”

He then blows against your wetness, ignoring how you jolt hard at the feel. And I’m not taking no for an answer,” he adds before slinging a leg over his shoulder.

“Oh gods, yes, please,” you whine, jerking your hips up against his face. Aemond slaps your asscheeks hard- once, twice, three, four times. “Beg, my pretty baby. C’mon, I know you can do it. Beg for my tongue, beg like you mean it, you stupid and horny little slut.” Your eyebrows furrow at his words and you whimper. “Don’t be mean to me…” you whisper, trying to blink away tears.

Aemond raises an eyebrow. “Oh, you thought that, because this is your first time, I would be nice? My sweet summer girl, you teased me enough these past several months, and I’m done playing nice. Now, tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to claim this pussy as mine.”

Your wanton cries are everything he needs in this life, he soon realizes. If he can spend the rest of his days with his face buried deep between your thighs, he swears he’ll die a happy and satisfied man. The way his name glides off your tongue is incredibly, completely wonderful, and his mind fills with various fantasies and all the positions he will soon have you in, helpless and dripping like a whore in heat.

His pretty whore, forever and always.

“Fuck, baby, who am I to deny you such?” Aemond buries his face between your trembling thighs, inhaling your mouth-watering scent one final time before slipping his tongue inside your wet folds. “You taste so fucking good, baby- shit, you’re leaking all over my face,” he moans amid long licks, fucking you both with his tongue and fingers.

“Oh, gods! Oh- oh- oh…!” You shriek, both legs buckling as your hands clench into tight fists. All of your little moans and whimpers, those pathetic pleas and begs, they all send more blood rushing to his cock. You don’t recognize the early grave you’re digging at, too overtaken by the pleasure.

“So fucking tight against my fingers. How the hell will you take my cock, baby? Fuck, I’m going to destroy you.”

You moan again, in such a loud and lustful cry that causes his resolve to only weaken faster.

“Oh! Oh, Aemond, this feels so good! Please- please, don’t ever stop,” you wail, fat tears gushing down your cheeks. This pleasure, it is a feeling like nothing before, not even coming close to those few times you made some sad and futile attempt to touch yourself, too confused on how to deal with those strange tummy butterflies that seemingly hatched from their cocoons the day you meant Aemond.

How thankful you are that you met him.

Your body squirms every couple seconds, only to wince when he spanks your ass hard again.

“Shut the fuck up,” Aemond hisses without venom. He is too much in love with you for poison. “Do you wish for your neighbors to know that I’m fucking you right now? What would they think? The pretty and sweet girl that lives here, too innocent and naïve for this damn world, letting a man eat her out like a whore.”

You shake your head again, eyes puffy and red from all the tears. “N-no, Aemond…” you stutter out.

Aemond pauses his fingers, now curious to see how far he could go with this new type of torture. But it is not long, though, before you buckle against his hand, your bruised and swollen chest pushing up with stiffened nipples. And your body, it soon tightens as your flustered face screws up in that telltale sign that you are only seconds away from cumming. The scene is beautiful, very much so, and he feels pride that it is all from his own doing.

Yet he drags himself back up on his feet, removing his fingers from your cunt before you could cum. Perhaps it is a bit too cruel on his part, but Aemond could care less; he wants you to cum on his cock for your first time.

There will be many more times of this, he wants to reassure you. He doesn’t, though.

You’ll find out on your own time.

You gaze at him through bleak and narrowed eyes as he unbuttons his pants and shoves them down to his ankles. “You poor, poor little thing,” he tuts, running a gentle hand through your damp hair, “-are you tired? You look tired, but from what? You didn’t even cum once!” He pats your cheek, “Don’t worry, my sweet girl, you’re about to. Can’t tell you how many times, but it’ll be a lot.”

And Aemond does not wait for your response, instead snatching your hand and pressing it against his boxers. “Can you feel that, baby? That is my cock. Can you feel how hard it is? You did this, you made me so fucking hard that it hurts.” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head, “Now, that is not very nice, is it? No, no, no it is not. I thought you were a sweetheart…” He shoves your hand back, ignoring the small tears that gather in your eyes again.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, wiping them away. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Aemond! Please don’t be mad at me…please, how can I help you? I’ll do anything,” you pout as you watch him slip down his boxers. Your teary eyes grow as wide as dinner plates, and your breath hitches. It is so sexy to him, eating away at the little self-control he is trying to maintain.

You’re a virgin, he reminds himself. Soft and easy, my baby deserves that.

“Shhh, baby,” Aemond rasps out, cupping your face within his hand. He kisses your nose, cheeks, and forehead before finding your lips. “I’m not mad, really, my sweet girl. I know you meant no harm, you’re too sweet and good for that,” and he holds your face against him while readying to fuck you with his cock. He can feel your short pants, the little breaths you take, and how you shudder whenever his clammy skin meets yours.

“Relax your body, baby girl, don’t tense up. It will hurt less…good girl, that’s my good girl.”

Nice and slow, he chants as he slowly sinks into your cunt, groaning at the tightness, slow and nice. You whimper, eyes rolling back as begins his thrusts, slow and easy. I’m a gentleman.

Mother made me promise to be a gentleman.

I’m a gentleman. I’m a gentleman. I’m a gentleman.

But the look you are giving him, with your lips pink and puffy from the shit ton of kisses and bites, and the way your pussy clenches around his cock…it is causing him to forget all about how his mother indeed made him promise to be nothing short but a gentleman.

You’re too pretty for him not to devour, and…well, were you not made for him? The gods created you with the purpose of him eventually finding and caring for you, the way it should’ve always been- the way it will be for now on. His one good eye (the one those stupid bastards left alone back at the academy) watches as you shake and quiver and mewl out the sweetest and yummiest little moans.

The way you are right now, you’re just begging to be made into a new mother, and his mind goes insane at the sudden image of you heavy with his children, huffy and sore and always exhausted. It is delicious to think about. Aemond- truthfully- never really thought about kids, constantly busy with the espionage lifestyle and the back-to-back missions, but you…oh, he knows that, after tonight, you’ll have no choice but to remain by his side as the baby grows, needing him to protect and provide and shower you with love and affection.

He’ll be the best husband and father, and you his good girl- his precious slice of normality.

The way it should be, the way it will be.

It is half a year later that Aemond “The One-Eyed White Death” Targaryen finally connects back with his boss through a phone call.

Before that, he dropped off the grid, returning no calls and messages and signals, leaving everyone behind at the headquarters confused, concerned, and scratching their heads as to why their finest agent suddenly vanished without a trace.

He was not dead- they knew that. He was just…gone.

“What happened, agent?” The director asks, fiddling with his pen while another agent of his attempts to get some kind of reading on him. No luck; Aemond made himself untraceable. “Are you hurt, Aemond? Did someone threaten you? You left after I assigned you that mobster and- well, we assumed the worst, son.”

Aemond chuckles, shaking his head. “No, boss, do not worry about me," he says, "I’m good. Very good, in fact, the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, one might say.”

He leans against the doorway, arms crossing over his chest as he watches you flip through a baby store catalog and marvel at all the products they have for sale- the finest baby strollers, a variety of cribs, bassinets, and swing sets, and the cutest little animal plushies and clothing.

“Frankly, boss, I just grew tired of the spy life.”

“Is that so? And pray tell what you are now, Aemond One Eye.”

He smiles, eyeing your baby bump and how you are utterly glowing. “I’m a family man.”

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x modern!reader #aemond targaryen x you #modern!aemond #dark aemond targaryen #aemond smut #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #hotd fanfic #request #vic writes 🧸

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robin-evry · 2 months ago

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Can I request a Salem Witch Yuu? I mean like witches during the Middle Ages how women were accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake. Whether Yuu is actually a witch or not depends on you

Sure, ask and you shall receive

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 🧹🌳

The Salem witch trials were a series of hearings and prosecutions of people accused of witchcraft in colonial Massachusetts between February 1692 and May 1693. More than 200 people were accused. Thirty people were found guilty, nineteen of whom were executed by hanging (fourteen women and five men). One other man, Giles Corey, died under torture after refusing to enter a plea, and at least five people died in the disease-ridden jails.

( English is not my first language )

Day 4 : Salem witch!yuu

Okay, I imagine Salem witch!yuu come from a family of witches, but never have the chance to learn about magic due to her family making seems like a curse rather than a gift but their mother teaches them a little magic. At the age of 9 years old their mother was caught using magic to heal their sibling and was sentenced to death by burn in a stake and they had to watch it, and Their father died from an illness. And 3 months later their sibling has died and succumb to starvation.

At the age of 15 they were caught and were tried to be hung, before their last breath a black carriage appeared and everything turned to black. They soon wake up in twisted wonderland at the entrance ceremony. When they see grim, they immediately bolted from the mirror room... And shouting devil, devil, devil

After Crowley managed to calm them down, Crowley explained everything to them. He noticed something weird towards Salem witch!yuu they are thinner than any student, eye bags and there are some red marks from the rope that was hanging them.

The ghost in ramshackle takes pity for the Salem witch! yuu, during the first time they tried food. They literally cried In front of Crowley admitting they rarely ate as well never having anything this delicious before.

Salem witch!yuu is pretty thin and underweight, what's more noticeable about part of them is the scars that the rope left of them, for them this scar is symbolic meaning that they can't escape their past and that will always follow them.

Salem witch!yuu hates magic seeing it as the root of their problems as well a curse that leads into the death of their family members. Originally everyone thought that they were magic less because they never once sense or see any magic come out of them until during riddle overblot where they hit riddle with a magic.

As well I believe they will be paranoid af, and they will easily apologize to people. Afraid of doing something wrong or making a mistake. Or Salem witch!yuu would be pretty nihilistic, like how ironic that the people unable to use magic seemingly look down upon by the world.

Ace and deuce are the very first person they manage to warm up a bit. Salem witch!yuu would be literally afraid of malleus literally screaming and calling him the devil, when malleus asked why they would do that and Lilia responded by saying that they must suffer a lot. So basically when Lilia appears he immediately sees the Salem witch!yuu scars and felt pity over them.

Salem witch!yuu would definitely be clueless how to use magic. Because during the time their lives cameras weren't a thing.

Salem witch!yuu come from a family of magic users but instead of being praised their family members were sentenced to death by hanging or fire, they use a wooden staff that is similar to what fern use from fieren : beyond friend journey anime, but usually after school Salem witch!yuu learn some basic magic from Crowley.

They also might have a phobia of fires due to their mothers and her scream still ringing in her ears. At night grim would wake from Salem witch! Yuu was crying in their sleep having dreams about their family. And he will always be there to comfort them.

Sorry if this was inaccurate or lack of understanding. or short

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formulaforza · 2 years ago

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furniture-- c.leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 750 a/n: thank u dani for snapping my writers block. art imitates life fr fr here

Are you busy? You texted him, tossed your phone onto the ground next to you and assessed the situation in front of you for the hundredth time. Pieces of wood everywhere, harware everywhere, a cordless drill your dad had given you when you moved out years ago��one he didn’t show you how to use.

What had started as a simple Friday evening project, rearranging your apartment living room, had transformed into an all-consuming weekend of furniture and clutter shopping. The Ikea box–boxes–sit torn apart on the floor and the instruction pamphlet is disheveled amongst the mess somewhere.

Never for you, he replies, you roll your eyes.

You reach for your phone, quickly type out your response. Come over? You text, and immediately follow it up. Not for the reason you think.

He’s knocking on your door twenty-five minutes later, three knocks, pause, and then another. Just like always. You try to manuver your way out of the maze of wooden boards and dowels and hardware and the dreadful drill to get to the door. He’s on his phone when you open it, quickly shuts it off and shoves it in his pocket and smiles at you like an idiot. “Hi.”

“Help.” You say, straight-faced and serious because you’re in so over your head it’s not even funny. He laughs, you swing open the door nad mumble out a preemptive apology.

He chokes your name out through a laugh as soon as he sees the mess. “What have you done?”

“Can you help me?” You say over his shoulder, over his shaking head. Disbelief, amazement, fear, probably all of the above because you’ve truly created a monster.

“Cherie, what am I looking at, even?” He scratches the back of his head, his neck, just inside the collar of his t-shirt.

“Entertainment center.”

He tries not to laugh. Fails miserably. “Are you sure?”

“I think.”

“Oh, mamma mia.” He shakes his head, looks at you and reflects your pout. “You’re so cute.”

You roll your eyes. “Are you going to help me, or not?” You are so far beyond help, mon amour, he sighed, told you to get something to drink and that he would figure out how to undo whatever you’d done and build the furniture the way it was originally intended to be built. “You don’t want my help?”

“I am scared of your help.” You would be offended if everything you’d managed to put together looked even a little bit like what the end goal was, but, he was probably right to be scared by what you could do. You were a little scared by how badly you’d managed to screw it up. It felt like maybe someone should take away your rights to adult if you couldn’t built a simple peice of furniture. “If I teach you, you won’t have to ask for my help next time.”

“This is truly an enlightening experience,” you say, pop another piece of fruit into your mouth. “Dinner and a show.” Who knew watching your guy-who-isn’t-your-guy play with high stakes Swedish legos could be so attractive. It’s just furniture, you’d try to remind yourself, and then he'd use your drill like his dad taught him how to use one instead of just giving him one as a gift.

“Who gave this to you?” He asked about the drill the first time he picked it up. “I don’t think they liked you much.”

You laughed. He laughed at your laugh. “My dad,” you answered, and he shrugged his shoulders, didn’t confirm or deny his previous claim. You don’t know if he plays it safe because you’ve told him too much–or too little–information.

Despite a few of the screws angled just a bit awkwardly, the only real victim of the entertainment center debacle of 2023 is a single wooden dowel that snapped clean in half. “Do you have super glue?” He asked when the two of you finally stopped laughing about it. I have nail glue, you told him, and only time will tell if the cosmetic solution actually worked.

“My hero!” You joked, stood up on your tip-toes to throw an arm around him, admired your–his–work now that the console had been set in it’s forever home. “I could not have done it without you.”

“You would’ve figured it out.” He says, smiles down at you like he isn’t a liar. “It just would have been…”

“A disaster?”

He chuckles. “Abstract.”

“Oh.” You laugh, kiss him because how can you not? “You’re sweet.”

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fanfic #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 2023 #f1 fandom #cl16 #mack's 10 days of fluff #day 8

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bigoltrashpile · 25 days ago

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Slasher Meet Cutes

For that lovely anon who reads all the slasher au stuff every fall UwU I was thinking, and what could be better than some fun little scenarios of meeting a murderer! Here's the original post if you don't know what I'm talking about, lol. I hope you enjoy!

Slasher Undertale Sans (Rubix): While Rubix doesn't do much of the dirty work as half of the Jigsaw killer, he does stake out potential victims. That's when he met you. He was following a potential victim, when the suspect bumped into you. Immediately, the asshole started blaming you, only getting more and more violent. When Sans stepped in to help you, the look of relief on your face was absolutely addicting. He wanted to see that expression every day. He just has to take care of this filth first.

Slasher Undertale Papyrus (Chess): Surprisingly, Chess meeting you had nothing to do with his secret life. He was walking his dog ("NOT MY DOG, HE JUST HANGS AROUND, AND NOBODY ELSE IS TAKING CARE OF HIM!") when Toby got off the leash and ran right over to you. Thankfully, you weren't mad, and seemed to enjoy petting the dog. However, Chess quickly noticed that you had a black eye, which you weakly explained away while you chatted. It looks like Chess has a new target, if he wanted to protect that beautiful smile.

Slasher Underswap Sans (Button): You would meet Button while he was still alive, so pre-doll body. However, like the regular Chucky, he was a criminal before his death. He met you while he was staking out a potential hit, a large store where you happened to be shopping. He got so engrossed in talking to you that he completely forgot about his job! Sadly, that store is also where he was killed. After his death, when you happened to walk into the doll shop, his heart skipped a beat. If he had one, that is. You will be his, he lost you once, it's not going to happen again.

Slasher Underswap Papyrus (Strings): Strings was always very charismatic, but not much of a social butterfly. He only met you after he began making dolls, after his brother's death. You both happened to be shopping at the same craft store, and Strings could practically feel himself falling for you when he saw you smile. While he couldn't muster the courage to talk to you, he followed you home after, completely forgetting about his errands! Don't worry, he'll formally meet you soon. He just has to make everything perfect.

Slasher Underfell Sans (Butcher): Your "meet cute" with Butcher is a classic final girl situation. You had been camping, and he had killed the rest of your group, leaving only you. He had his machete raised, about to kill you, but....you just looked so cute! You were trying to be brave, even though he was covered in your friends' blood. You held up a stick, face contorted with rage, and...well, he fell for you! That cute little face trying to fight back fear and be brave was just so cute! He'd have to keep you for himself. He wanted to see that cute face twisted up into other expressions~

Slasher Underfell Papyrus (Lucid): Like Button, Lucid knew you while he was still alive. He had a crush on you, even though he was far too proud to ever admit it. You lived next door to each other, and Noir would always try to show off whenever he got the chance. After he died, he searched endlessly to try and find your dreams. Once he found you, he began to follow you in your dreams every night. He's not sure if you've ever noticed the skeleton that appears to you every night. No matter what, you're the only one in town who never has nightmares.

Slasher Swapfell Sans (Rue): It was supposed to just be a regular job for Rue. He was going to kill you if you couldn't let go of your regrets, nothing crazy. Once you were able to let go successfully, though, he couldn't stop coming back. There was something...magnetic about you. He would watch you from the shadows, trying hard to think of something to say. Maybe he'll find a reason to get close to you again. For now though, he'll just watch you enjoy your life free from regret.

Slasher Swapfell Papyrus (Creeps): Like his brother, he's way too shy to talk to you. That could also be because he's a hermit who lives in his and his brother's derelict old house. But also because he's shy. When he met you, you were trying to help out a neighbor, whose cat ran into his yard. He was originally going to kill you for trespassing, but...just look at you! You're so sweet to help your neighbor, and the way your brows furrowed when you were worried is just adorable! He's not ashamed to admit that he followed you home and watched you the rest of the night. Don't worry, next Halloween, he's going to make sure to bring you home with him, where you belong. Then you can both be truly happy.

#my garbage #writing #slasher au #undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #yandere #hints of it anyway #sorry i'm posting this so late i had homework :C

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lurkingshan · 10 months ago

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10 Things I Love About Ossan's Love Returns

Y’all. Y'ALL. I am stunned right now. I am verklempt. I never thought I would end up here. But here I am.

I bounced hard off the original Ossan's Love. Like, hard. I DNF'd and immediately memory holed just about everything I knew about it. But people I trust (namely @isaksbestpillow and @twig-tea) said this new series was an improvement on the original, and that I didn't have to go back and try rewatching the first series to dive into this one. So of course I, a jbl devotee, had to give it the old college try.

AND TO MY SHOCK AND AWE, I LOVE IT. This show is excellent. This is Japanese media at its absolute best, showcasing the precision in writing, directing, editing, and acting that they can reach when they are firing on all cylinders. This is the kind of comedy only a Japanese production can get right, because it requires a mastery of all these elements that you just can't get in less mature filmmaking industries. This is the best example I have ever seen of this kind of broad comedic style grounded in real stakes.

So let me tell you why this show, which is available for the international audience on Gaga (and with subs coming from Sirii, as well!), is worth your time:

This is a story about an established relationship between adult characters. Y'all know how I feel about the dearth of this we get in drama! Maki and Haruta have been long distance for four years and are moving in together to start their married life as this show begins.

The writing is unbelievably strong. Everything that happens matters, the characters always make sense, and the jokes are genuinely so fucking funny.

Kurosawa, or Chief, as I refer to him, is one of the funniest characters of all time, in any drama. The way this man had me laughing out loud in every scene! I felt like I got a workout.

This show is a feat of editing. I have been watching a string of shows recently that are getting hamstrung by bad editing, so let me tell you, it was a true pleasure to watch a drama that executes editing tricks so deftly and with such an eye toward sharpening its story and enhancing its jokes.

It has excellent female side characters. We have Chizu, my favorite lady bestie who is here to whip Haruta into shape at all times, and Chuoko, an actual archer who also has her own little romance going, and Haruta's mom, an unbothered legend who just wants to eat her food and get to her dates with her boyfriend.

There's a mystery! Next door to Haruta and Maki are two creepy mfers (brothers?) who are Up To Something. Or not! I don't know but I’ll find out!

We are getting an actual dialogue about gay marriage. Haruta and Maki consider themselves married, but have no legally binding contract and have not yet had a wedding, and they talk about this and their feelings about it often as they are negotiating their lives together.

We may have some aroace rep happening?? This is still pending but my radar is pinging hard for Takegawa to join the incredibly shortlist of explicitly aro and/or ace characters in bl.

DID I MENTION THIS SHOW IS FUCKING HILARIOUS. I cannot overstate the number of times this drama had me straight cackling in three short episodes. I had to get up and do some laps to walk it off.

The show is extremely well paced and I trust it not to waste my time. No small thing in these bl streets! The odd episode order (9) and tight pacing of each of the first three episodes tells me the creators of this show know exactly what they are doing and how much time they need to execute their vision.

This show is airing live for the next six weeks and I strongly encourage you to watch it and come join the fun with us!

#ossan's love returns #ossan's love #japanese bl #shan recommends #10 things #shan shouts into the void

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vase-of-lilies · 1 year ago

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❀ Pairing: Dark!Vampire!Wanda x Vampire Hunter!Reader(F) (Some Wolf!Bucky x Reader x Wanda)

❀ Warnings: Non-con, dubcon, violence, vampire-esque content, dark!Wanda (she’s a warning…), blood and gore, draining of a body, biting for sexual stimulation, overstimulation, fingering, violence, swearing, use of a dagger, knife play, forced to strip, getting bitten by a vampire but not turning into one, bondage (restraints from ceiling), a punishment, pet names (Sweetheart, little one, etc.), slight somnophilia, spanking, and more!

❀ This is my second entry for @eloquentreverie ’s dusk till dawn challenge! The sentence I chose is:

“Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”

❀ Disclaimer and Authors Note: The pictures only represent aesthetics and themes. There is no certain skin color, body type, ethnicity, or description other than Y/n and “you”. The pictures go to their rightful owners on Pinterest, and the comic-style pictures belong to the beautiful artist Jenifer Prince.

❀ I hope you like this addition to the collection of Creatures and Foreigners! I would die and be resurrected for vampire!wanda. Literally. This is a re-write, since the original was in 3 parts. To keep this organized, I just made it one post!!

It was time… It was time to catch the creature that was terrorizing the beautiful village you live in. Yorkshire is where you are from, where your beautiful home stands. It's a small cottage with a perfect view of the mountains gracing the East, the sunrises your favorite part of the day. When the sun sets in the west, it's when everyone locks their doors with iron chains, keeps a wooden stake by their beds, a garlic circle around their homes, and prays to the [whichever you believe in] and hopes they survive the night.

You finally had the will to change this. To help the people you love feel a little safer at night who were terrified of the vampire who lived in the castle on the South Hill. The dark bricks and stones towered over the town, casting a large shadow over everyone at dusk. That shadow was the sign that it was time to prepare for the worst, for the creatures of the night to begin hunting for their midnight snacks. And lastly, for the vampire to find her next source of blood.

For Wanda, she always loved human blood but never complained with cow, or sheep blood. It was the blood of a fighting soul that tasted best to her. There was something so satisfying watching the life drain from someone’s eyes once their body is empty of their blood. However, whether it was a man or a woman, she loved to torture them before she killed them. She would keep them locked up for days, weeks even, and keep them on their toes. She would feed them one day, and then break their legs the next. She was a storm that you never want to be stuck in the middle of.

Packing your sash full of what you need was not a challenge at all. Each piece of equipment had a slot that it belonged to. One for your wooden sword, a small chain of iron links, garlic garland, iron cross bow, and last but not least your gun with the solid iron pellets ready to kill any vampire you see. It was not very heavy as one would think, having it around your shoulders made it very easy to access everything as well as keeping it light for you to carry around the woods.

Wanda, being one of the only vampires in Yorkshire, knew she was being hunted. She could sense the tension coming closer to her castle every step you took down the newly stoned and paved pathway. She could smell your villager blood from miles away. It was a scent she could decipher in a split second. Cow blood smelled cold, almost like a winter morning. But human blood smelled like the moon had created it, making it much more appetizing than a mere animal.

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You could see the dark bricks of the castle from a far, your wooden sword drawn and ready to strike anything in its path. The forest became silent, indicating a predator was near and hungry. Leaves were heard crunching under fast footsteps coming closer and closer by the second. Your head whipped from right to left, not knowing where these footsteps were exactly.

“Show yourself creature!” You shouted into the darkness of the forest.

“Who are you?” A dark voice echoed in your surroundings, not pointing in a certain direction.

Not shying from her, you answer honestly. “Y/n, of Yorkshire.”

She chuckles, “Ah, so townsfolk, hm?” She watches from behind a tree as you struggle to find where her voice is coming from. She senses your fear, so to make matters worse she drags her nails against the trees creating an ear-splitting noise, making you drop your weapon and cover your ears.

“Ah!!” You shout in pain. As you pull your hands from your ears your skin is coated in the sticky, crimson liquid. “Your time has come, y-you evil creature!”

Wanda chuckles at your struggle, “My time will never come… but yours have.”

Your brows furrow and you reach for your iron bar. You smirk as you hear the hissing of the vampire, her power of sounding everywhere fading significantly, pointing in the direction of where she could be. “Don’t fucking come near me!” She growls, hiding behind another tree.

“Oh, so I found your weakness…”

She whimpers in response, “Don’t t-touch me!” Lighting your lantern, your eyes catch movement, and you grab the chainlink and throw it to where you see her.

“Aha! Finally!” You walk over to her, smirking at her as she falls to the ground. “You are going to grant me a fortune…” You say darkly, looking at her with false pity in your eyes. Around you, a growling catches you off guard. Looking around, you don’t see anything immediately, but what Wanda says churns your stomach.

“Y-your in t-tr-trouble.” She stutters, moving away from you slightly. Wanda smirks and you jump back in fear as a large black wolf shields the vampire. Grabbing your dagger, you lunge forward with no fear.

“She’s mine!” You growl, slashing the wolfs shoulder making him whimper but he pushes through and pounces on you, biting your leg and ripping a chunk of skin off. You scream in pain, and scamper back as He rips the chains off of Wandas body.

The last weapon you grab is your gun. You cock it back and point it at both the vampire and the wolf. “Stay back!” A whimper leaves your throat as you scoot back again, your leg dragging against the damp and cold soil below you.

Wanda glares at you her eyes turning red and a red light appearing at her hands. Before you can pull the trigger, she flings the gun from your hands and your head follows it. Like lightning, your sash of tools was cut from your body and you were flung over Wandas shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Your arms and uninjured leg flail as you fight against the strong grip of Wandas arms around you, and as you look down from over her shoulder you see the wolf looking up at you smugly. He was with her all along, he wasn’t trying to take her too… You sighed and continued to struggle, all the way to the castle, down two flights of stairs, and through a door to a dungeon full of cells. She throws you onto a dingy cot in the corner of a cell, cuffs your wrists with metal cuffs that don’t hurt her, and leaned against the bars.

“Let me go you monster!!” You pull the chains connected to the wall hoping to break them. But to no avail were you able to get out of the rings that locked your wrists.

“Not happening.” Wanda states, staring at you from the edge of the cell. She looks at your leg and her hands turn red once again. You were scared as you felt the tingle in your leg, watching in awe as the chuck of skin missing from your leg was miraculously healed with only a few scars. It was just like the townsfolk said, she will torture you one day, and heal you the next. Making you unaware of what is going to happen next.

You growl and shout at her. “What do you want from me??” You look up at her, tugging and pulling against the chains again.

A hard slap across your face shuts you up, and you fall against the cot in surprise. You feel the hand shaped sting and a bruise already starting to form from how hard she hit you. “You tried to kill me and wanted to kill my baby!” She rubs soft circles against the wolfs slick black fur, and he whines softly as she grazes over the cut on his shoulder.

You look at the wolf who is now eye level with me and you glare as you see your blood staining his teeth. “F-fuck you.” You whisper at him, scooting back as you feel blood dripping from your nose, the act of the slap causing trauma to your nose as well.

“Oh don’t listen to her baby,” Wanda says calmly as she kneels next to the wolf beside her. “You’re such a good boy.” She smiles as he lets out a happy ‘arf’ and you roll your eyes at them.

“He’s a dumb dog.” You scoff, leaning against the cool brick wall as you hold a piece of your dress against your nose. To your surprise she slaps you again, making you whimper once again.

“He’s not just a dumb dog!” She shouts, outraged at your utter disrespect towards her loyal friend. As she was about to lunge at you, a gust of wind blows against your body and you look up to see a greek god of a man, who was formerly the wolf. You yelp in astonishment, never thinking that a werwolf and a vampire would ever be on the same team.

“Mistress, she’s not worth it.” The man says, holding Wanda by her hips as she tries to scratch and punch at you. You scoot impossibly further from them, and you see Wanda visibly relax as the man holds her hips in his hands.

“Bucky, she hurt you… she has to pay.” She whispers, ghosting her fingers over the wound on his shoulder.

He only chuckles and cups her cheek. “Hey, it’s ok… it’ll heal up in no time. She’s weak, it barely hurt.” He kisses her lips, and gently runs his fingers through her hair. You growl and you look away from them, telling yourself internally that you are strong and that you almost had the vampire until the stupid dog showed up.

She only sighs, staring up at him. “Such a good boy, protecting your mistress…” You mute them in your head as you look around, trying to find any way of escape. Pulling against the chains keeping you locked to the wall was not an option anymore, and fighting was practically useless against either monsters. Maybe it would be a good idea to cooperate. NO! No, don’t fall for her enchantment. She is evil.

As Wanda sends a final slap to Buckys ass, he leaves the cell and you jump at the door slamming. It was when you were alone with Wanda that your fear really kicked in. “Hmm… look at you all scared.” She saunters over to you, a sadistic smile pulling at her lips. Chills are sent up your spine and a shiver shortly follows. You are vigorously pulling at the chains, whimpering every inch she comes closer to you.

She sits down on the cot next to you, grabbing your newly healed leg and digging her finger nails into the sensitive skin. “Ah!! St-stop! Stop!” You sob, trying to push her away with all your might. She doesn’t budge and chuckles.

“Now why would I do that?” She raises her brows at your reaction, smiling as you writhe against her, your whimpers music to her ears. She is arouse by your writhing and she digs her nails even deeper, tears free-falling down your cheeks. She ignores your pleas, shaking her head in disappointment. “You hurt my love. I certainly won’t stand for that.”

You turn your head, your teary eyes focusing on the lines of the bricks stacked around you in your small cell, trying to ignore the pain in your leg. “What d-do you want f-from me?” You ask in a shaky voice, trembling under Wandas touch. You are confused as you feel warmth on your leg where her fingers had drawn blood.

“You taste so fucking good…” She whispers. You furrow your brows and you realize she had tasted your blood. You pull at the chains, managing to kick her away from you as you struggle. She growls, having none of what you are giving her. She pounces on top of you, making you groan in pain. “Be grateful I didn’t kill you!”

A pained whimper makes you resent her even more, so you gather spit in your mouth and spew it onto Wandas face. She wipes the spit away in disgust and smacks you across the face again, much harder this time. Your vision becomes blurry and your head feels like it is in a daze. “Please, l-let m-me go,” You stutter, whimpering as you feel helpless looking up at her from your position below her.

She ignores you and she runs her nose against your neck and to your ear “No,” she whispers, her fangs barely grazing your neck. With a smirk, she closes her jaw, puncturing your skin with her teeth. You scream in pain, your back arching against her as you struggle underneath her.

It takes everything for Wanda to not drain you, so she pulls back reluctantly. “Shit, you taste like heaven,” she moans at the taste of your blood, smiling as she licks up the puncture wounds adorning your neck. “Mmm, you look better like this…” She says, looking at your writhing and twitching body on the cot. She bites her lip, her pussy starting to form a slick spot on her under garments. Her smirk scares you, and you stare at the ceiling trying to pull at the chains but failing miserably.

“Please, n-n-no mo-more,” you curl against yourself, trying to hide your vulnerable form from your captor. She smacks your thigh, making you turn around on your back again. She chuckles darkly and bites her lip once again.

“Look at you…” She says, not pitying you one ounce. It takes much strength to try and sit up, but you manage to do so with a lot of pain. Bowing your head into her lap, you beg her to make the pain stop.

“Please! Pl-please it hurts s-so b-b-bad!” The bite pulses in pain, my blood pumping to try and close the wound. Sobs and whimpers make your body shake, and Wanda takes notice to her puncture wound on your neck. She sighs and begins to heal it, gently lifting you up.

“It’s ok…” She says, rubbing small circles on your back as she lays you down on the pillow at the top of the cot. You quietly thank her as you feel the wounds on your neck close, the pain ceasing completely.

“Why are you keeping me here?” You ask in a raspy voice, confused as to why she hasn’t killed you yet. She looks at you with a tilt of her head, thinking as to why she is keeping you. She smiles to herself and comes to a conclusion.

“Because I like you. I don’t like that you hurt my baby, but I do like you.” You shook your head. Because she liked you? What is that supposed to mean? Not wanting to be on her bad side, you take the time to apologize.

“I-im sorry I hurt him. I was trying to make my town finally proud of me.” You sigh softly, scooting away from her and pulling at the chains again.

“It’s ok sweetheart, you’re safe with me.” She whispers.

“Dont you understand that Im scared of you?” You whimper, “Y-you bit me, a-and hurt me,” Your eyes meet hers, your confusion making you angry. “What is my purpose? A-am I just a toy? What am I?” You ask her, salty tears rolling in beads down your cheeks. She sighs and wipes the tears from your skin, giving you a soft kiss on the nose, ignoring your questions.

“You’ll get used to me, I promise.” She smiles and pulls away.

Your eyes narrow, as she stands up, leaving you. “What am I? Pl-please tell me!” You ask desperately, standing up with her but only making it so far until the chains pull you back.

“Ill see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” Wanda says with a soft smile on her lips, closing the cell door and locking it. She makes her way up the stairs, ignoring your screams and profanities as she locks the dungeon door behind her and hanging the keys on the hook right next to it.

When the sun rose the next morning, you waited anxiously for Wanda to come back down. Maybe she forgot about you, or doesn’t want to deal with you. What you dreaded most was the fact she may use you as a human blood bag and kill you. You didn’t fear death, you feared the feeling of your blood draining slowly from your body. The blood bubbling at every bite she leaves on you. The fear blocked the fact that it was morning, and she was most likely asleep in the darkness of her chambers above you.

As you waited, you too fell asleep, dreaming of a place where you would rather be. Safe and in your best friends presence. “Steve… I miss you so much,” You whisper before fully dozing off. Deep in sleep, you don’t hear the metal cell door open and Wandas soft footsteps enter the room. You were too focused on staying warm in your shivering state.

Wanda took note of your cold and shaking body, so she waved her hand and a soft, furry blanket appeared around your body. She smiled as you cuddled into the soft material and watched you sleep for a moment. Falling out of her staring trance, she sits down on the cot next to you. She gently rubs your back whispering, “Sweetheart? Sweetheart, wake up.” Instinctively you lean into the soft hand against your back, but the memories bombard their way back into your head making you sit straight up and scoot all the way back.

You stared at Wanda with wide eyes, scared of her further intentions. You are confused as she hands you a bowl of cut up fruit and vegetables, curious as to where she got this food. “Here you go, eat up.” You furrow your brows and look down at the fruit, picking at it. Fishing for some type of sign of poison. Wanda just chuckles and leans against her hand as she watches you. “I promise, its not poisoned. You need to eat, especially after I drank some of your blood yesterday.”

Exhaling the breath you were not aware you were holding, you pick up a ruby, red strawberry. Ripe and firm to the touch. You close your eyes and let out a satisfied hum as you take a bite, the sweet tasting strawberry surrounding your tongue with glorious flavor.

Wanda moves closer to you, sitting right next to you as you eat. She nuzzles her nose against your neck where two little fang marks sit proudly. You don’t take notice of her fully, the delicious fruit distracting you from Wandas intrusions, even lifting your head up in response. She hums a small chuckle and kisses your cheek, “You are so beautiful, little one. So beautiful.” Freezing your chewing, you swallow and look up at her in slight surprise, her comment catching you off guard.

Butterflies flutter in your belly at the closeness between the two of you, her warm breath against your lips and chin. “Do you really think so?” You whisper, not believing what she is saying at first.

She nods, “I do, you’re so pretty…” She whispers back, kissing the soft skin of your neck. “And you smell so good, little one.” She hums as her nose moves up your neck, her lips pressing soft kisses in between soft sniffs. The gentleness of her gestures makes you drop the glass bowl in your hands, causing it to shatter against the stone floor.

Both you and Wanda jump and she pulls away quickly. “Damnit, I can’t get many bowls or plates these days.” She murmurs, starting to collect the broken shards.

“I-im sorry, I-it slipped,” You stutter, kneeling down to help pick up the shards too. You were too quick with the glass, cutting your finger in the process making you pull back with a wince. A small amount of blood oozes from the small cut and Wanda freezes, her pupils blown full at the smell of the exposed blood.

She holds back, grabbing a small cloth from her dress and hands it to you, “Here.” She says curtly, but she is stopped. She tilts her head as you hold your hand out.

“I can see how much you want it,” You say softly, wincing as she gently holds your hand in hers.

“Are you sure?” She asks hesitantly, softly moaning at the smell as she gets closer. You nod and she brings your finger to her lips, licking the wound and emitting a low hum at the taste. Her eyes close and you look at her curiously. She is in a euphoric state, she is vulnerable and not paying attention when she is drinking your blood. Slowly you begin to become dizzy, the amount of blood coming from your finger increasing by the second.

Before you can warn her, you fall against the mattress, fully losing consciousness at the loss of blood. Wanda sighs, laying down beside you on the bed. “It’s ok, I got you…” She whispers, her hand roaming the front of your body softly. Her hands cup your breasts, her finger grazing your pebbling nipple from under the fabric of your dress. Wanting to feel more, she unties the twine keeping the leather vest of your dress on and she smiles as it comes loose, your breasts showing themselves under the thin tunic.

She reaches down your tunic, rubbing your bud softly between her fingers. Her lips kiss your neck, moving slowly down to your slightly exposed back. You feel her as you sleep, but you can’t comprehend anything to stop her. A small whimper exits your mouth and she pulls away for a moment, waiting for you to settle down again. Once your breathing is even, she explores further, lifting your shirt from your tucked in skirt.

Her hand smoothes over your belly and just over the waist band of your undergarments, pushing under the fabric and to your soft curls underneath. She smiles as she buries her face in your neck, her fingers softly opening your petals and gently running her fingers over your slit. As she holds your folds open, she rubs circles over your clit, making you moan quietly in your sleep.

As she pleasures you, she bites your neck softly only sucking a small amount of blood this time. Your gasp makes her smile around the wound on your neck and it makes her want even more of you. Her finger moves faster around your sensitive bud, your back arching against her front. Your legs open even more as you lay your head back against her.

As she moves even faster, a strong and mind numbing orgasm washes over you, pushing you over the edge. Your legs shake in your sleep, and Wanda smirks as she removes her fingers from your undergarments. She brings her fingers to her mouth and hums in delight. “Absolutely delicious, my love.” She whispers in your ear, smirking as your breaths calm down from pants, to a normal rhythm again. Her hand moves to your breasts again, just holding the soft flesh in her hand and palming against them.

She sighs as she senses you waking up, and makes sure everything is back in order; your shirt tucked into your skirt, tunic back in place, and laces on your leather vest tied with a bow at the top. Sitting up, she frowns at the raw skin and dried blood from around your wrists and unlocks the cuffs. She wraps her hands around the raw flesh and heals them in an instant, kissing them softly.

She has hope that when the sun sets and the moon rises, you will no longer be in pain. “Mm, such a beautiful girl…” She whispers before she leaves the cell for the night, not thinking twice of the unlocked chains and completely forgetting to lock the cell and dungeon doors.

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You were only asleep for a small amount of time, waking up without Wanda anywhere to be seen. You sigh and sit up, feeling quite odd in your lower regions. However, the lack of metal around your wrists made every other thought disappear. Being able to walk around the cell felt nice, but your curiosity took you further. Right to the door. As you pushed, you were even more astonished as it opened.

Pushing your luck even further, you walk up the spiral staircase to the door of the dungeon. With a gentle nudge, it squeaks open to reveal a large corridor, torches lit on each wall and blood red curtains hanging from each tall window. You were trapped and you were finally free, but the first thought you had was, ‘Where is Wanda?’

You wandered through the hallways, finding your way to the great hall, you come across a grand staircase. Alining the stairs was beautiful red and gold carpet and above it was a dark and spider web-covered, crystal chandelier. It shimmered as the fired torches flickered around the hall. You start to make your way upstairs, and as you walked down yet another hallway, you are stopped by a growl behind you and a searing pain in your leg.

You instantly scream in agony, struggling against the iron jaws of the werwolf. He didn’t let up, even after hitting his head as he dragged you down the hall and to a bed room. Wandas bed room. Your eyes widen and you dig your nails into the carpet, only resulting in bleeding fingers. As you entered her room, you look up in fear as the woman towers over you.

“Well, what do we have here?” Wanda tuts, looking down at you.

You sob loudly as the wolf digs his teeth into your freshly healed leg. You yelp and you look up at her, “I- I wasn’t going t-to es-escape! I wa-wa- AHHH!” The wolf bites down even harder and you try your best to hit him, but it doesn’t phase him.

“Buck, stand down…” She says, calling off the dog. She grabs you harshly by your shirt and drags you to her bed, throwing you on the mattress. “Don’t lie to me!” She growls, glaring at you as you push yourself away from her, scooting to the top of the bed.

At this point you weigh out your options: One, you try to escape and get killed by Wanda, “Buck” the dog, or your village when you get back with no vampire. Or two, you stay here and get food, possibly a lover, and a pet dog. The latter sounded more than enjoyable and you break saying, “I- I promise! Th- the chains we-were off me wh-wh-when I woke up! P-please! I- I don't want t-to leave!”

“Are you sure?” She asks with a growl, crawling towards you with a scowl on her face. “If you’re lying, I’ll feed you to him…” She says, pointing to Bucky who falsely lunges at you just to scare you. As you jump back from him, Wanda only chuckles.

“I-I’m not lying! Y-you’re so kind, a-and fed m-me!” You try, and Wanda sits down across from you on the bed. She grabs your ankle and pulls you to her. Her hands glow a bright red and the pain subsides from your leg again. You sigh in relief, hoping that she will forgive you.

As she looks at you, she shakes her head and sighs softly. “I believe you, but there will be consequences.”

Letting out a breath, you nod in understanding. “Y-yes I understand, please forgive me, i-it won’t ever happen again.” You sob, following her gentle movements as she pulls you to her arms. Your head falls onto her chest and she comforts you as you calm down.

“I forgive you, little one,” She whispers, kissing your head softly and tickling the skin of your arm. “Now let’s go, I need to punish you.” She says, sitting up. Suddenly cold as ice again. Her bipolar emotions confuse you, just like the village said, she keeps you on your toes.

She hardly grabs your wrist and pulls you down the flights of stairs to the dungeon again. You swiftly follow her, trying to keep up with her fast walking pace. Once in the dungeon, she pulls you to a different portion of the room, one full of many torture devices now considered controversial to use. You freeze as you take in the new surroundings and you jump as the bars slam closed and lock behind you.

Wanda steps into the far wall of the room and grabs her tools she desires: Rope and a wooden paddle. You stared in horror at the tools as she lays them down on the table next to a long chain connected to the ceiling. From a hidden sheath on the side of her thigh, she pulls out a sharp dagger, pointing it at you.

She stalks towards you, holding the knife at the height of your neck. Backing up, you whimper as your back hits the cold, metal bars, Wanda then putting the tip of the blade against your neck. “Strip.” She says, pulling away from you. Frozen in fear, you don’t account for her command and you stare at her. To make you cooperate, she sends a glowing ball of energy towards you making you duck in response.

“Im going to repeat myself, and you better listen this time…” She says in a dark voice, only warning you once. “Now, Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”

Swallowing your pride, you obey her. Untying the twine holding your vest over your torso, untucking your tunic from your skirt, pulling the string from around the back, and finally the removing of it all. Wanda was in fact a very patient women, and she made that clear. She growls at your speed and makes her hand light up with energy again. “Slower…” She says. Once again, you obey.

One piece of clothing after another, no less than four (4) seconds between each. Finally, you were down to your brazier and pantyhose. Wanda watches at you, a sadistic smile on her face as she saunters towards you with the dagger in hand. She grabs your wrist and pulls you to the middle of the floor. Of course you struggled. Wanda was angry, and you had only seen a sliver of it.

“Good girl… hold your wrists together.” She says, holding the dagger to your neck again. You felt immense fear as you held them together, and sucked in a breath as a tendril of red energy wraps its way around the dagger keeping it against your neck. Wanda moves around you, grabbing the rope from the wooden cart settled near by. She comes to your front again and begins to wrap a few rings of rope around your wrists. Circle by circle of rope, you were rendered unable to move your hands anywhere, only your arms could move up and down.

You whimpered as Wanda wrapped a heavy padlock around the middle of the rope and easily pulled your arms up to the hook hanging above you. She steps away, taking the dagger with her and moves to the far wall. Using her strength, she pulls the chains connected to the ceiling up higher than it was before, pulling you up with them. You arms pulled against your body and when she finished locking the chains in place, you could barely graze the floor with your toes.

Whimpers left your mouth and you could’t hide the fear anymore. Salty tears fell down your cheeks and landed on your chest and the floor. With false pity, Wanda pouted her lip. “Aw, don’t cry little one… It will only hurt a little.” Her voice was full of lies, and you knew this pain would be excruciating.

Tears fell down your cheeks, but Wanda paid no attention to your emotions, only your reactions to the sensations she was going to give you. In an instant, she had cut through the thin material of your brazier leaving your breasts exposed to her. She smiles and leans down, kissing the ample skin of your right breast. Your nipples harden in the cold atmosphere of the room, Wandas mouth and hand going straight to them. She rubs, licks, sucks, rolls, and pleasures your buds, pushing a burning desire in your lower belly. She could sense this and smirks as she runs the knife down your torso.

She turns the knife against your stomach, tilting it and smirking at the small bit of blood pooling at the surface of the small cut. “Mm, I can smell you… my god you smell so fucking good, little one.” She smiles against your breast and kisses along your belly all the way to the small cut just above your belly button. As her lips encase the wound, she moans in delight at the taste of your blood. Her sharp fangs graze against your skin and she nips as she moves lower.

Her dagger is now in the waist band of your underwear, teasing the fabric, slowly tearing it. As she makes it through the elastic, she puts the knife down and rips your underwear in two, tossing the fabric at your feet. As you stand bare in front of her, she stands back, a smirk adorning her face. “So beautiful…” She whispers, starting to circle your hanging body. You cross your legs, trying to cover your most intimate parts, but are quickly stopped as Wandas hand slaps your thigh. “No, keep them open. I want to see what’s mine!” She growls, smoothing her hand over the skin of your legs.

As she stands behind you, she grabs the paddle, spinning it in her hands. “Alright, how many should we do?” She asks to no one in particular. She hums and chuckles, “How about until you bleed?” She whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe. She takes a step back and raises the paddle, swinging it against your ass, hard. You scream in agony, attempting to walk forward, only moving right back to where you were. Wanda admires the red mark on your ass, smiling as she rubs her hand against your burning skin.

Another swat, another scream. More tears fall down your face with each and every hit from the wooden paddle, yet the fiery feeling in your gut gets stronger. It was a confusing feeling, getting aroused from being beaten.

It felt like ages when Wanda finally stopped. Your ass was sore, bloody, and bruised. A dark black and purple spot forming on each cheek. She puts the paddle down and reaches for more rope. You silently groan at the thought of there being anymore to come. Gently, Wanda grabs your knee, wrapping the rope around it and pulling the excess rope to the hook above you. The raises your leg, slowly starting to expose your slick folds to her. She follows by securing your other leg in the same fashion.

Now fulling spread out for her, she hums at her work. “Are you ready for the good part?” She asks.

You shake your head and look at her, “N-nothing g-g-good is going to co-come.” You stutter, your voice scratchy from the previous screaming. She sighs and shakes her head.

“You poor, little thing. There are so many things I can make good, if only you would obey, and submit to me.” She steps closer, her hands holding your hips.

You look down at her, whimpering in response. Your silence is enough of an answer to her, indicating you were not falling for her games just yet. She removes one hand off of your hip and looks down at your pussy. “Look how wet you are,” she says, rubbing her hand over your soaked lips. You struggle to close your legs, the rope rendering you completely un able to move. Her fingers spread your pussy open, your clit revealing its throbbing self.

Your slick covers Wandas fingers as she dips her fingers close to your hole, smirking at your reaction. “You must be so sensitive, huh? Your ass all bruised. Is that what made you so wet?” She tilts her head up, looking for an answer. You shake your head quickly, not wanting to admit that it was the exact reason you were wet.

To your horror, Wanda approaches the chain holding you up again. She raises it until you are much higher than before, your body swaying with her movement. Wrapping the chain around the hook to keep you where you are, she returns to you, your pussy right in front of her face. “I’ve been waiting to taste your delicious nectar all day…” She says, kissing your inner thighs softly.

You hold your breath as she takes her first taste of you, her tongue licking a stripe right between your petals. Her tongue swirled around your clit, the bud inching to be touched. You can’t deny it, the pleasure that she is bestowing upon you is mind-shattering. The moans from your mouth make Wanda smile, her fingers coming to join her mouth.

She sucks on your clit, her lips closing around it, and her fingers poking at your hole. You try to avoid her but it doesn’t work. As she continues to suck on your sensitive clit, two fingers slide into your pussy. You let out a soft sob, an unintended moan slipping out right after. Something inside of Wanda loves the sounds you make, her pussy feeling the same tension as yours.

As she works her fingers in and out of your cunt, you are already close to your first orgasm and Wanda can’t wait to see it. She witnessed one while you were asleep, but she knew it was nothing like when you would be awake. Faster her fingers became, and your moans became louder as they curl inside of you, rubbing against that one good spot.

One soft graze of her teeth against your clit was what sent you over the edge. Your legs shake, your orgasm passing through your whole body. Your mind was empty and seeing white, your chest was heaving, your pussy was throbbing, and your toes curled in pleasure. But Wanda didn’t stop.

An hour went by. She devoured your cunt, not letting you take a break. Five orgasms later, she finally pulled away from your pussy, letting you rest. You were exhausted, your eyes barely able to stay open and your mind unable to comprehend how long you had been tied up. Wanda looked up at you, kissing and rubbing your legs to soothe you. “It’s ok, little one, its all over now.” She says with a soft smile, your head hanging in front of your arms and looking down at her.

She walks to the wall and gently lowers you to the ground. She unties your legs, but keeps the rope around your wrists. Picking you up, she brings you to your cell again, laying down with you. She pulls your tied arms over her head, forcing you to hold her and she hums as she nuzzles into your neck.

You lay silently, sleep taking over your system. Wanda hums a quiet lullaby, knowing deep down you loved every minute you were in that dungeon. Maybe someday she will move you out of the dungeon and into a room of your own. Or even her room. But at this moment in time, she wanted to hold you and tell you everything is going to be ok, because it will be. She will protect you and never let you go despite your desperate attempts to escape. Some days she purposely lets you escape, get halfway into the forest, and have Bucky drag you right back into your cell.

It is laughable what effort you put into it, even though you know she will catch you Every. Single. Time.

And you accepted that. She won no matter what. You even learned that Bucky really likes his chin scratched in his wolf form, but you both have a love-hate relationship. Always calling him a dog, or a mutt, and him calling you a blood bag.

Wanda kept her word and protected you from anything that was thrown your way. In return, you kept her full of nutrients and energy. She used you for dessert, blood and body both. You learned to love it. Everything Wanda did to you, for you, with you, was out of love. Love and of course, lust. Your blood kept her alive, and she looked forward to it after a long night of hunting.

She deserved it. After all, she saved you from your horrible town, right?

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kol mikaelson; give me love.

“maybe i should let you go. no, i just wanna hold you.”

a/n: this is literally 11.2k words god help me

in the year that your life had been plagued by supernatural existence, you had never once thought you'd find yourself, here, curled in bed with a throbbing headache, and thirst for hunger as vile as this. you never thought you'd find yourself dead, with vampires blood circulating through your dwindling system.

you could feel it pulsating through your veins, feel it ripening your shriveling heart. it pumped so oddly; you kept pressing your fingers to various pressure points, wondering where your pulse was. it was mute; yet you could feel your heart circulating the mouthful of vampires blood tirelessly.

so that's how you were to live now, off of other peoples blood. being as stubbornly independent as you were, you couldn't say that you were too pleased.

it had all started with a promise: a promise from caroline, to actually take the weekend off from growing crow's feet due to supernatural stress and instead go to the mall. but, first, she told you, she had to take care of some conflict with elena, stefan, damon, and a mansion full of the worlds oldest vampires. elena and stefan had also promised klaus that damon would stop trying to kill his family.

but, when you were out for your morning walk through the mystic falls public park, you were snatched out of your shoes by one of the originals, who'd been called on by klaus to ensure the security of damon's promise.

however, instead of just pulling back, damon pushed. he showed up to the mikaelson's mansion with five white oak stakes- consequently burned in the fireplace after they chained him up, tortured him, and forced him to watch as kol turned you.

you remember the heat of his hands, gripping you against his chest, over your waist and at your throat. your left eye was bruised, cheekbone probably broken. blood was seeping from a cut on your lip, one you couldn't stop running your tongue over with stress. and your head was pounding.

then, you heard the sick crunch of teeth in flesh as kol opened his skin to you. he pressed his wrist between your lips and, unwillingly, you swallowed a few drops of his blood. kol held you tighter while his other arm was occupied. then, just as your injuries started to fade, as the pain began dissipating, kol pulled your head back by a clump of your hair. he spoke to damon, while staring darkly down at you.

"she'll be a pretty one," he wiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning off his blood, only to slide his hands up around your neck.

your eyes widened, the fear in your stomach sending off the alarm systems through your body. time stopped as he squeezed your throat, and, holding visicous eye contact, he snapped your neck.

now, you were laying in your bed, having just awoken from death. you curled your legs up to your chest, squeezing them against you, as if you could find reality if you grounded yourself. as if this was all just a cruel dream.

though you knew that was impossible- every single one of your sensations was on fire. the cotton of your bedding against your arms felt incredibly soft, softer than you'd ever thought it was. you could hear caroline's breath, though she was sitting five feet away from you. you could hear the rumination of her hair against her neck, each and every time she turned her head. she was flipping through a magazine and, that, combined with bits of sunlight seeping into your room, was driving you crazy.

"care," you hissed as she turned another page.

caroline's eyes shot up to meet yours, and a sheepish expression caught her face. "sorry."

stefan, taking up the corner of your room with a frowned face, shifted. "are you ready to talk about it?"

this was the fifth time in the past hour that you'd been awakened from the dead that he'd asked you this very same question. you shrugged, pulling yourself up against the headboard.

"not really," you whispered, knowing if you spoke any louder, you'd burst into tears. you never really let yourself cry in front of your friends, but you didn't know if you could help it this time.

you glanced around the room, at the ordinary objects from your humanity. your picture frames, decorating the bookshelf and dresser, felt like poison in your eye sight. you didn't even know if vampires could be in pictures. so there went your hobby of ruthlessly insisting your friends take pictures every time you did anything together.

who needed a picture to remember anything, anyways, when your memory would never fade?

it was like a cruel trick on you.

you swiped at a tear, and sniffled to regain composure when you noticed your cat's play tower was empty. "where's crow?"

stefan stepped closer, and he took a seat on the edge of the mattress. "we took him to matt's house. he's going to take care of him until you're in control."

"and if i choose to die?" your voice croaked at the word, "will you guys take care of him, then?"

caroline jumped from her seat, pushing herself onto the mattress directly beside you. "of course we would."

you sighed, "i think i know my decision. but, i don't know if i'm ready for it to happen. i don't think- i can't stomach it."

stefan nodded sympathetically. "we have blood bags. elena's willing to let you feed, too. she feels awful about the situation."

you met his eyes, "does it taste- bad?"

caroline chuckled, and stefan looked to her to speak. "funnily enough, it tastes, like, really good. i mean, you won't be hungry for anything else, ever. so it tastes like survival and life."

stefan agreed with a hum, "we need it to survive. to live. it pumps our heart. so even though it will feel wrong for the first week or so, eventually it'll become normal. ordinary."

you took a deep, shaky breath. "can i have a straw?"

—

you plopped to the dirty ground of the forest, your knees sinking into the crust. you breathed heavily, though the usual burning of your lungs you'd feel after running for so long dissipated quicker than it came. you lay a hand to your chest, feeling the strength of your lungs. your heart beat sped up, too, enhanced by the strength that came from feeding.

you wanted both options you were given, one from stefan, the other from

damon. you wanted to feed off blood bags as little as possible. as a human, you'd had an addictive personality. you could only guess that would carry over, only enhanced, in death.

so you wanted to be as in control as possible. and you figured a split diet would help.

it had been two weeks since you turned. you felt stronger everyday. tomorrow, your cat would come home. you felt stable enough, especially since you'd been practicing holding him without baring teeth.

you mourned your old life everyday. but, having had no real attachments as a human, it was an easier transition. you and your mother were never close, so she accepted whatever excuses you had for never eating or sneaking out late. she didn't really care anyways.

but, a part of you felt something missing.

you couldn't tell what it was.

but, one week ago you'd had a dream about a familiar, murderous vamp.

you'd felt his touch in your sleep- his hands on your throat, around your waist. you woke up in a cold sweat, the skin where his touch had been on fire.

you kept it to yourself, knowing the response from the peanut gallery would be negative. they'd probably storm the mikaelson mansion, threaten kol to stop manipulating your dreams.

that had to be the only explanation- that he was manipulating your dreams. you thought he was attractive- but never, ever, in a million years would you let yourself dream about him.

stefan squatted beside you, offering a clean handkerchief. he pointed on his chin to where you had blood pooling. you smiled breathily, a short chuckle, and sheepishly wiped it away.

"you did good today," stefan complimented.

you nodded, "thanks. i still feel dead, but i feel a little stronger, more secure, every time."

"that's good," stefan encouraged. "each time you feed, as long as it's consistent, you'll feel that way."

you hesitated, afraid to voice your opinion in fear of sounding selfish. stefan tilted his head at you because he knew there were words on the tip of your tongue. you shut your mouth and shook your head, brushing off your sadness.

stefan set a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently, supportively, "we'll get him. damon's finding more ash- and i want you to use the dagger."

a rush of adrenaline came over you. you shoved stefan's hand off your shoulder, "i don't want that, stefan. i don't want more death. can't we just leave each other alone? why does there always have to be revenge?"

stefan looked jolted by your defensive statement, faltering on his heels from your strength. you pushed up onto the balls of your feet, shouldering your backpack.

"look, do whatever you guys want, but leave me out of it," you raised your brows firmly. "i don't think anybody else needs to die."

stefan was more than shocked by this proclamation. he slowly stood, watched as you turned on your heel and sped away to your car. he could tell you were angered by any ideas of conflict. he knew as a human you had always been peaceful: you always went out of your way to make sure everyone and everything was okay. and you were always against any revenge plans. though you were never this vocal about it. maybe that’s what that outburst was- your want for peace.

but something felt off.

you slammed your car door shut, which made you flinch back in your seat. you pressed a hand to your chest, again, surprised by your strength, by the hammering of your heart. you took deep, whole breaths, feeling every part of your lungs expand and contract with every gasp and release. caroline had taught you this trick- ground yourself. anger made you hungrier, deadlier. and you weren't in the habit of killing anybody out of hanger. hopefully for forever.

why had you been so pissed?

you should be rooting for revenge against kol. you should be plotting maps and finding ash and storming his mansion.

but something within your gut denied any and all troubles.

you just couldn't get behind the idea.

something else caroline taught you was to focus on what made you feel good. in times like this, when anger took ahold and wouldn't let go, you needed to anchor yourself to what being alive was like. fake it till you make it.

so, you turned your radio up as loud as it would go, stepped on the gas, and drove. you let your mind shut off as you drove, twisting through back streets, laughing loudly as the car jumped over hills. for the first time in weeks, you felt normal. like an ordinary teenaged girl, putting your life at risk to feel the adrenaline of curving around bends and barely stopping at stop signs.

you didn't know you were going- but you had reached a dead end. the only way to go was back, or into the driveway before you. you recognized the stone-lined path, reaching far back into the tree line. you could see the windows of the house through tree branches.

how did you end up here?

the car inched towards the house, stopping just before the driveway curved into a circle around the water fountain. you stepped on the brakes, threw the gear shift into reverse, and slowly let your foot release. however, the car still inched forewords, the wheel turning towards right. you looked down at the gear shift and saw it in drive.

what the fuck was going on?

you threw it into park again, slamming so hard you whipped against the back of the seat. next thing you knew, your keys were in your hand, you were opening the door, stepping out of the car. you snapped out of whatever trance you were in. you glanced around, horrified.

"what in the world?!" you murmured to yourself. you turned back to the car and reached for the door handle.

"i was wondering how long it would take until you showed up, darling," a voice sounded directly beside your left shoulder.

you jumped against your car, fear sinking into your skin. kol towered over you, hands crossed delicately behind his back. his face held that familiar smirk, head tilted to the side with dark anticipation.

you shivered, crossing your arms around your stomach. "wha-what?"

kol stepped closer, forcing your chin further into the air as he hovered. "have you finally come to put a dagger in my chest? i'd have to waited until the sun went down, or brought myself one of those salvatore's. it's a little bold to come alone."

you shook your head, the wind blowing your hair in a mess around your face. you furiously brushed it behind your ears again, to no avail. "n-no. i didn't mean- i didn't mean to be here. i- i'm- i should go. i'm gonna go."

when you finished stuttering out your ill-thought-out response, you spun on your heel and stuck the key into the lock. you went to turn it to unlock it when you heard a gust of wind and felt his presence move beside you.

"aw, don't go. we were just starting to have fun," he sarcastically spoke.

you pulled the key out of the car, your hand dangling beside you. you didn't know what to say; but you wanted to stay now. you were intrigued by the dark look in his eyes, the scent of his smokey cologne.

"okay."

kol- usually locked in to his smirk and raised eyebrow duo- hesitated at your response. his face flickered with confusion, but he regained his stone cold composure and held out a hand.

"would you like to come in for a drink? i think i owe you that," he offered.

you shrugged, crossing your arms again. "sure."

you fell into step behind kol, following him into the mikaelson's mansion. you looked around warily as you stepped inside the house. kol took your purse from your shoulder- though you didn't remember how it got there- and hung it on the coat hook.

"is it going to be a real drink?" you grasped at a joke, feeling the tense, awkward air between you.

kol cracked that smirk, "well that depends. are you on the stefan diet? or are they feeding you well over there?"

you let yourself laugh, "both, actually."

kol guided you to the living room, where you sat on the couch. he moved to a bar cart, filling two crystal glasses with blood from a bag.

he tsked, "but that's boring. i thought id make another ripper out of you. well: have you at least drank from the neck? taken your first kill?"

you took the glass he offered you, replying as he sat, "no."

kol scoffed, "well, that won't do. every vampire kills at least ten people in their first week. it's been, what, three weeks, now?"

you took a sip from your glass, and you felt your fangs protrude from your teeth. you winced at the pain in your mouth and swallowed the blood. you touched the veins in your cheeks.

kol watched you as you gained control of your hunger. he looked concerned, though you didn't notice.

kol dipped his head down to catch your attention. "do you feel it? the hunger? you must know every time you drink from an animal or a bag that you're missing something? of course, we must do these things for security. but, we have to drink from the vein from time to time. the other options are just not enough to curb that."

you felt a hunger flood through your body. your fangs protruded again, the veins under your eyes rippling your skin. you quickly downed the rest of your drink, but the hunger didn't cease.

kol's arm had rested on the back of the couch, and he moved his thumb to touch the tilt of your chin. "let me take you out sometime. i'll show you how to really hunt. you have to be dangerous sometimes- it's just our nature."

an emotion rushed through your body- a warm feeling. you turned your head to meet his eyes, "i don't want to do that. i don't want to kill anybody."

kol flashed his dark eyes at you, "oh, but you will."

—

you refused to share your visit to kol with any of your friends. you knew stefan wouldn't approve of his urge to drink from the vein; caroline would be pissed you went inside the house; and damon would examine it for any ulterior movies. you especially weren't going to tell them that you'd be going hunting with kol in the future. you didn't really want to; but you had to go. something in you was pushing you to give in. to just do it.

but you feared they'd find out. either rebekah- whom kol told everything- would use your newfound companionship as a banter against your friends. or klaus would use it as a threat.

or you'd exploit your conversation by accidentally killing somebody. it was silly, but everyone knew it was true- you weren’t a killer, even as a vampire. it just simply wasn’t going to happen.

you kept resisting the urge- but throughout the school day you couldn't stop staring at people's necks. you wanted to pounce on someone in the hallway, wanted to sink your teeth into their skin and bleed them dry. you'd never felt this urge before- or at least stefan and caroline had helped you fight through it.

you wanted to confide in them, but something told you you weren't allowed to share the thought. so you fought it alone.

after school, you raced home, curled up under your covers, and shut out the world. you had to go to work later, and you wanted to call off, but you couldn't give up the normal parts of your life. you couldn't let the vampirism ruin your ordinary.

by the time it was time for work, you'd managed to curb your hunger. you arrived a few minutes before your shift started at the mystic grille, where you waited tables. you opened your locker, pulling from it your apron and notepad. you tied it securely around your waist.

the door to the break room swung open and your coworker, georgia, bid you hello. you smiled back at her. but as you turned to say hello back, you felt your teeth expand and the blood rush through your eyes. you went hot with hunger, and you slammed your upper body into your locker.

georgia flinched, "are you okay?"

you heard her take a step forward, so you held out your hand, "no! stay- stay away! go away from me!"

georgia, helpful by nature, stepped closer to you. she set a hand on your shoulder, "y/n, what's wrong?"

as soon as you felt her warm hand on your shoulder, you snapped. you slammed her up against the locker, baring your teeth at her. "i said stay away! i can't control it!"

georgia yelped in response, the fear in her eyes blowing up her pupils. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry- please don't hurt me!"

you growled at her, eyes raking down her face to her exposed neck. of course she wore her hair in a ponytail today.

you wanted to turn away; you had learned all the necessary skills to gain control. but something in your body, in your mind- it screamed at you to feed. you pounced on her, sinking your teeth into her skin, and beginning to suck her dry.

when she went limp in your arms, when you felt no more blood flowing out of the punctured holes in her neck, that's when you snapped back to reality. you dropped her body, screaming at the sight of blood soaking her shirt, soaking your hands.

you turned to the side, wiping your hands on your apron, away from her body, and you caught your appearance in the mirror in your locker. you were sobbing, the tears streaking through the blood covering your mouth.

you grabbed your coat and purse and, without thinking any further, you sped out of the grille. of course, just when you stepped out the front door, you ran into caroline. she was walking with tyler, laughing at something he'd said. when she knocked into you, she steadied you by grabbing your forearms. then she noticed the blood- all of the blood.

caroline and tyler had an understanding, established with just the flicker of eye contact they made. caroline sped you two out of there, to the boarding house, within seconds. tyler went to, probably, clean up your mess.

as soon as she opened the door to the house, you pulled from her, and fell to your knees. you sobbed into your hands, though the blood left on them made the hunger creep back up again. caroline leaned down beside you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

"it's okay, y/n," she soothed, "shhhh, it's okay."

you wanted to give in to her comfort, but you pushed back, your force so strong that you ended up with your back against the wall.

"no!" you growled again. "no! i killed somebody, caroline! i killed her! oh, my god, i killed her!"

you slid down the wall, sobbing into your hands. stefan, damon, and elena entered the room, taking in the sad sight of you. you smelled the blood on your hands, and the hunger overtook you. through the tears crowding your face, you licked a single line down your forearm.

"i'm so hungry," you murmured, continuing to lick at the drying blood on your hands.

stefan took control of the situation as caroline came up short. she couldn't think straight, seeing you like you were.

he stooped down in front of you, laying a cautious hand into the air between you. "hey, y/n, hey- it's okay. hey, here, take my hand. cmon, let's go get something to eat."

you roared at him, causing him to flinch back, "i don't want another deer, stefan! i'm hungry!"

damon appeared beside him, holding a blood bag delicately between his hands. he offered it to you, a sad smile on his face. "i never much cared for the vegetarian lifestyle, either, y/n. there's nothing to be ashamed of."

you took the blood bag from him, only to throw it across the room. it splatted against the wall, sliding in cruel fingers down the wall. elena flinched at this, holding securely to her necklace.

you shot up from your spot, standing like a rock against your friends. "it's not enough! it's not enough, damon! i'm hungry!"

your tantrum lasted another hour, in which you nearly attacked elena, threw stefan into the billiard table, and stabbed damon with a broken leg from the coffee table.

caroline had snuck away in time to call bonnie, who arrived just in time to cause an aneurysm in your head. you fell to your knees in pain, which worsened as damon stuck a needle full of vervain into your leg. you passed out on the rug of the entryway, and woke up on the basement, locked away.

you curled up in the corner, leaning against the cool brick of the wall. your head was pounding, and your veins were cramping with hunger. you could smell stefan's cologne, bonnie's blood on the other side of the wall.

"what's going on?" you whimpered, brushing the dirty hair from your face.

bonnie's face appeared in the frame of the door. "y/n?"

you stood up shakily, slowly walking up to the door. everything hurt. probably the vervain. or the hunger.

you leaned against the door. bonnie smiled at you, though it was downcast, and her eyes were watery. "what's going on?"

she sighed, "we don't know. i've been looking through my grimoires for days. alarics doing research. we don't know."

"wait," you perked up at her word choice, "days?"

"yeah you keep going in and out of it," bonnie shrugged.

stefan appeared beside her, "we've tried to feed you a blood bag or blood from an animal, but you won't take it down. it doesn't even make your teeth come out. you keep saying it's not enough."

"so you lock me up?" you laughed shakily.

stefan nodded, setting his hands on his hips. "yeah. but, we're going to take you out now. we're gonna let you feed off of somebody. make sure you don't kill them. then, we're going to see klaus."

you furrowed your brows, "why?"

bonnie shrugged, "he's the oldest vampire ever. he might have some answers."

—

they held true to their promise. they let you feed off matt and, as you did, you began to bleed him dry. stefan and damon managed to hold you back- and you kept it down. you felt the hunger creep up your skin, but you managed to shove it down. you kept control. it wasn’t as bad.

with an apology to matt and a rag to clean your lips, you headed to the mikaelson mansion for the second time that week. you wondered if you should tell them about your interaction with kol, but you decided against it. they'd blow it out of proportion.

but, you couldn't stop thinking about how he told you that the blood bags and animals would never be enough; how you'd have to kill.

and how, ever since that moment, those words had been defined every action you’d taken that week.

klaus welcomed the three of you inside with a sardonic, "ah, back with more questions. i'll try not to remember this next time you shove a dagger in my heart."

stefan smiled sarcastically, as you three followed him into his painting room. klaus had been brushing paint across a canvas, and he went back to that as you three stood before him.

stefan, always the spokesperson, began, "she can't keep anything down. not the blood bags or the animals i've hunted. the only thing she drinks is blood when it's straight from the vein. it’s just started, though. she'd been extremely disciplined, and now she's turned murderous. she doesn't want to kill anybody, and that characteristic has been enhanced by her vampirism now. so, we don’t understand why it’s turned into this.”

klaus chuckled, "stefan, we vampires have to kill..."

you weren't listening. at first, you simply circled the room, admiring the paintings. then, as you rounded back to the open door of the room, you felt a tug in your chest, similar to the one from the other day, when you'd accidentally driven here.

you snuck out of the room, their voices fading behind you as you descended the staircase. you'd never been here before- but you knew where you were going. you walked past every door and only stopped outside the one at the end of the farthest hallway.

your hand reached for the doorknob, but you snapped out of your trance before you could turn it. the urge took over again, though, and you resigned to knocking.

"come in!" you heard that familiar tone, though it was much more casual than normal.

you did as he asked, stepping into the room as the door swung open. you were jarred by his state- instead of his usual jeans and jacket combo, kol was laying casually in his bed, pajama bottoms adorning his lower half, and a hoodie on his upper. his hair was messy, swinging in front of his forehead.

he had his arms crossed behind his head. you eyes raked across them, across the veins in his hands. you thought back to a few weeks ago, when he’d turned you. when he’d held you flush against his chest with those hands-

your heart skipped a beat as he looked from the television, to you. he had started to say, "beks-! i've just discovered a genre of movies called-"

he met your eyes, and stopped dead in his sentence. kol sat up out of bed, confusion lacing his features. he was too taken back to have anything witty to say, so he just said, "hello, darling."

you took a deep breath, your brows furrowing as it released from your lungs, "i killed somebody."

the part of kol was that murderous, the part that reveled in sucking humans dry of their blood, wanted to say he told you so. but he noticed the look on your face and he said, "well, are you okay, then? you don't look so well."

kol moved closer to you, concern lacing his features. you shook your head, "i'm really hungry."

there were tears in your eyes, yet you laughed. kol shared a smile, a genuine smile, at your statement.

he stood in front of you, now, and he arched a brow. "well, eat, darling."

you nodded, "okay...what?"

kol laughed, a delicate sound despite his dark composure, "well, a human, love."

you nodded, again, more enthusiastic this time. "i really don’t want to. but, you’re right. i don’t think i have a choice…yeah, i'm going to go do that."

you went to turn away from the room, but kol cleared his throat. you faced him again, "yes?"

"aren't you going to invite me?" that familiar smirk adorned his features.

you smiled sheepishly, "well, duh. do you wanna come?"

kol nodded with a viscious look in his eyes- hunger. he glanced down at his outfit and raised a finger, "don't move, darling. i've got to change."

you don't know why, but you listened. as he raced to his bathroom to change into different clothing, you didn't move a single muscle. when he came back to your spot, he made a face at you. "i didn't mean it literally. you can move."

you let out a held breath, relieved. "thanks."

kol's mind reeled at the interaction. you began to walk out of the room, ready to go hunt. but he stood there for a moment with hesitation. what was going on here?

his mind raced over the options- but he refused to admit the obvious answer. it wasn't possible.

though he couldn't completely remove the thought from his mind, kol shook it off a bit and followed you out of his room.

you descended the stairs with excited feet, kol following along behind you at a quick pace. just as you reached the bottom of the stairs, however, bonnie, stefan, and klaus walked out from the room.

stefan crossed his arms, eyes flickering between you and kol skeptically. bonnie glared at kol, and said, "what the hell?"

klaus lifted his chin triumphantly, like he was pleased at the irony of the situation. "well, little brother. what's this?"

kol glanced at you, signature smirk on his pink lips. "just going out for a hunting trip, brother."

klaus nodded, arching his brow at you, "it's not often that a vampire wants to go hunting with the person who killed them."

you shrugged, looking between your friends and klaus. "it's just a hunting trip. i'm hungry."

kol hummed in response, "you lot have been holding her back from her potential. blood bags and little bunnies aren't enough for us. she needs it from the vein."

stefan hesitated, taken aback by this statement. "not enough? i manage to survive on bunnies just fine."

kol sighed, "yes, but you're not reaching your full potential. i intend to make sure everyone i turn is strong, stefan. isn't that right, darling?"

you never took sides. you always managed to find peace between either party in a situation like this. bonnie and stefan looked at you expectantly, ready for whatever peace treaty you'd offer.

but you shocked them by saying, "right, kol."

"now, why don't you let me and my new friend to enjoy ourselves, okay? shall we?" kol held out an arm, waiting for you to lead the two of you away.

you smiled at bonnie and stefan, but there was no remorse in your eyes. you looked different, darker.

they watched you two leave the house. bonnie turned to stefan, worry swimming in her eyes, "stefan? what was that?"

he looked to klaus, whose own gaze looked curious. like he knew something nobody else did.

klaus opened his mouth, but craved the anticipation of the moment to linger. he licked his lips, sighed, and said, "you'll figure it out soon enough. in the mean time, she'll be safe with kol. he really isn't all that bad unless you give him a reason to be."

stefan and bonnie looked jarred as he walked away from them, whistling a happy tune.

what the fuck?

—

that night, you went bar-hopping with kol. at each one, he properly trained you on how to snatch, feed, and compel. by the end of the night, you felt better- much stronger that you did after drinking bunny blood.

as you downed shots, chasing it with human blood, you loosened up and let slip the dream you’d had about kol.

“so, are you in the habit of manipulating people’s dreams?” you laughed, looking towards him as you set down your empty shot glass.

he furrowed his brows, “what’s that, darling?”

“i had a dream about you the other day,” you shrugged, “obviously. i think that’s why i showed up to your house.”

kol’s mind reeled again- “that wasn’t me, darling.”

he ignored the idea again.

it couldn’t be.

he regained his smirk, leaning over you slightly. you really were pretty- gorgeous in the dim light of the bar. the light flickered off your pupils, shimmering in them.

“is this you admitting you’re attracted to me? that you dream about me?”

you blushed deeply. “n-no-“

“don’t worry,” kol leaned into you, lips brushing the tip of your ear, “i’m attracted to you, too.”

later, kol, who had driven, pulled up to your house, stopping on the side of the street. he rested his arm on the back of your seat, twisting to face you.

"well, today was fruitful. don't you feel better? isn't the hunger gone?" kol questioned.

you thought about it for a moment- the hunger that had been there for days now dissipated. you felt fuller. better, like he said.

"yeah, i-i do," you admitted. "can we do this again? soon?"

kol nodded contently, "i would like that very much. my siblings are boring. and none of them are as pretty as you, darling."

you blushed at his admittance, "well, tomorrow, then?"

kol hesitated to say yes. but something in his stomach twisted, something warm and soft and reminiscent of butterflies. he chewed on his bottom lip, eyes swimming with thought.

he met your gaze again, his brown eyes softened from their usual cloudy disposition. you blushed deeper at the way he peered at you.

"actually," kol spoke, "tomorrow...i'm going to take you out. hunting is only fun for so long. i'd rather go on a date."

your nose scrunched up in glee. "okay. that sounds good."

kol leaned across the space between you. he brushed the hair away from your face and placed a soft, sweet, lingering kiss to the apple of your cheek.

—

the next day, caroline called you at 2pm. you answered with a peppy beat in your voice, "hey, care!"

she scoffed down the line, "don't hey care me, missy! what the hell do you think you're doing?"

you furrowed your brows, "what do you mean?"

caroline laughed bitterly, "get your ass over to the boarding house right now so you can explain to me and everybody else why you're running around with kol mikaelson like some little blood skank."

you giggled at her choice of words, "o...kay. i don't really understand why we're all so upset about this- but i'll be there."

you made it over to their house within minutes, so high on your strength that you ran the whole way there. when you entered the living room, everyone was standing around, for you. jeremy, bonnie, matt, alaric, elena, stefan, damon. and caroline-

she grabbed you by the forearm, tugging you down into the conversation pit and pushing you into the couch. she hovered over top of you, hands on her hips and a grimace on her face.

"explain- now!" she demanded.

you stuttered over you words, licking your lips nervously. "i don't know what i have to explain. i haven't gone on a ripper rampage. and yesterday was an accident. so why am i being put on trial here?"

damon crossed his arms over his chest, "maybe because you're running around with the worlds deadliest vampire like he’s a frat boy and it's spring break in florida."

you felt defensive, and snapped back, "oh, cause you're so innocent, damon. remind me again, what's your body count? oh, sorry i meant kills- not fucks. though i'm sure they're both up there."

alaric chuckled at this, and everyone glanced at him with annoyance. he shut his mouth, and scrunched his face in apology.

"you have to be careful around him. we don't know if had any ulterior motives, y/n. he could turn around and kill you at any moment," stefan explained to you like you were a child.

you crossed your arms, "oh, my god, you barely know him! you guys always just assume the worst out of people. ever think that every single time he's hurt someone has been because he's been threatened? he's in the same position as any of us. he's just the anti-hero, so you won't let it go."

caroline leaned forward and literally flicked you. "stupid! you're stupid! you were so smart as a human!"

"yeah, well i'm dead, caroline! and for some reason i can't drink blood bags or stupid little rats off the forest floor. at least, instead of dallying around, looking for answers, kol is helping me!"

you shoved caroline out of the way, standing from the couch, and storming towards the door.

"where are you going?" bonnie shouted after you.

you turned towards the group with a defiant smirk on your face, "i have a date."

—

kol picked you up from your house at exactly 7pm. he stood at your front door with a small bouquet of flowers, and since your mother wasn't home to invite him inside, he waited while you put them in a vase.

while you were inside, your cat, crow, slinked through the open door of the house. he peered up at kol coyly, purring lowly. kol heard the animal and looked down to it. a genuine smile reached across his face, and he leaned down to pick the creature up in his arms.

“well, hello, there, darling,” kol soothed. he ran his fingers through the cat’s fur, enjoying its presence while you were gone.

you appeared in the doorway, and a cheeky smile adorned your features. “that is so cute.”

kol blushed- he actually blushed- and let the animal jump from his arms. crow brushed up against your legs before escaping inside.

“what’s his name?” kol inquired as you shut the door behind you.

you fell in step towards the car as you answered, “crow. i got him when i was a baby. he’s nearly 17 now.”

“so you’ve had him too ur entire life?” kol remarked.

you paused, sad, “had him. had him my entire life, yes.”

kol stopped in his tracks, and turned to you. “i’m sorry- sorry. i’m sorry for turning you.”

you shrugged lightly, smiling sadly at him, “sometimes, when we’re in tough positions, it feels like there’s only one decision we can make for ourselves. it’s only after that we realize we could’ve chose a different path. it’s a mistake- it was a mistake. what you did. but i forgive you.”

kol was stunned by how eloquently you spoke. he smiled, “you- don’t you miss it?”

you peered at him, tilted your head. “being human?” he nodded. “no. i can’t say that i do. i don’t like feeding off of people. but i don’t miss it. i don’t know why. being a vampire is miserable sometimes. but i guess if i spend every day for the rest of eternity, wishing things were different, i’d never find peace.”

kol hugged you right then and there. he quickly threw his arms around you, squeezing you tight against his chest. you giggled, slightly, but hugged him back. though his lips were tangled in your shoulder, in your hair, you heard him whisper, “thank you.”

—

at the mystic grille, one of your coworkers seated you towards the back, per your request. no one knew georgia was dead yet. tyler had compelled her mom and dad to think she went on a trip, and that's what the story was for now. another death, another memorial, was too much for the town right now.

you had told kol about death last night, had even cried, but he reminded you that it was necessary. that you would have all of eternity to live in memory of her. and you carried that with you.

the entire night went beautifully. kol was a perfect gentleman the entire time. he never interrupted, and he listened intently as you rambled. though you don't get much food, he still paid for what you did order.

at one point, your phone screen lit up with a text from caroline, ‘where’d you go to eat? the serial killer cafe where they serve human hearts on a gold platter?’

kol didn’t see that, luckily, but he did see the beautifully taken photo of you, caroline, bonnie, and elena on your home screen.

he remarked, “that’s a wonderful photo. you look gorgeous.”

you blushed again. “thank you. it’s one of my favorites. taking pictures is a hobby of mine.”

kol sat up in his seat and demanded you show him more. you let him scroll through the album on your phone. he noticed you took a picture of something almost every single day- but that that had stopped since you’d transitioned.

“why don’t you take them anymore? didn’t caroline tell you to hold onto things like that?” kol questioned, handing you back your phone.

you toyed with it, sighing, “yeah. i’ve wanted to. i just- i don’t know.”

kol took your hand, “that’s a way to find peace. by keeping ahold of yourself. not letting her get lost in the transition. you’re still you.”

you smiled up at him, hesitated, before holding up your phone. you opened the camera app and put him into frame. turns out vampires do show up on camera- and he looked good.

“say cheese,” you giggled as kol’s face went slack with confusion.

“what does that mean?” he asked you.

you lowered the camera for a moment, “it means to smile! when you say it, you teeth pull back. so you’re smiling!”

kol laughed, “darling, that is a ridiculous expression. besides, i don’t want a photo if you’re not in it.”

he slid into the booth beside you, tossed his arm around your shoulders, and grinned as you pointed the camera towards you. you took three- one where you were smiling, a backup one in case the other didn’t turn out, where he didn’t know you were taking it- he was just looking at you with this romantic expression- and another where he kissed your cheek.

it all felt very wonderful. you didn't care if he had killed a hundred people in this century. you didn't care that he killed you, that he threatened your friends and poised a danger to himself and others.

you cared that the light hit his dark eyes in an inspiring manner each time he tilted his head. you cared that he thought you were interesting, that he listened. you cared that he loved the color green, forest green, like pine trees and his car. you cared that his favorite place to travel to was ireland, though he hadn't been in a hundred years. that he wanted to go back.

you wanted to go with him.

he pulled up outside of your house, and as you reached for the door handle, he sped out of the car and opened it for you.

"you don't have to do that. it's not 1910 anymore," you laughed, taking his offered hand and standing.

"yes, i do, darling," he disagreed with a sweet smile. "beauty like that deserves a gentlemanly touch."

you sheepishly smiled at him, "whatever you say, kol."

he offered his arm again, and you closed your hand around the crook of his elbow. he led you to the front door, continuing whatever conversation you'd been having in the car. as you stepped onto the porch, you slowly let go of his arm, and turned to face him.

"thank you for the last few days," you confessed, a deep breath sliding through your teeth. "tonight was the first night in a while where i felt- i don't know- ordinary. everyone keeps treating me like i'm delicate, like i'm small. thanks for treating me like an equal."

kol stepped closer, tilting his head with a smile. "you're strong, darling. they just don't know it yet. you'll prove them wrong."

"yes, i will," you admitted.

kol's mind flashed like it had the other day. you were so eloquent- your personality was sweet and kind. he was intrigued by everything you said. you were very individualistic.

but, you agreed with every single thing he said.

earlier, he'd told you that he absolutely hated olives. and you automatically acted disgusted. he pointed out that they were in your half-eaten salad, and you laughed. "i guess i hadn't noticed."

for the next ten minutes of conversation, you'd picked every single olive out of your salad.

but the way you were looking up at him now erased any doubt. you were probably just a people pleaser.

this, whatever was growing between you, was too real to be what he thought it was.

you stepped closer to kol, bringing his mind back down to earth. he met your eyes and saw a certain hunger sparked within them. kol reached out his arms, letting his hands slide into a resting spot at your hip, and around your back.

your hands hit his chest, and they slowly snaked up to his neck. kol's eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, plump with desire.

you leaned in further and let your eyes fall shut. kol hesitated, staring at your restful face, heated with peaceful anticipation.

he ignored the sinking feeling and let his own gaze fall shut. he shoved his lips against your own, a passionate, feverish kiss that pushed your back up against the side of your house. you were breathless by the time he pulled back, and you wanted more. as you leaned into him, kol pressed your back into the wall further.

"not yet, darling. patience," he puzzled his lips against yours gently, eyes boring into your own. then, he tore apart from you completely.

you felt warm- hungry for more of his touch. you wanted to kiss him again. but he was right; you should wait. so you let your arms hug your body, like you we’re holding yourself back, and you took a deep breath.

"okay," you agreed with a short nod.

kol stopped at the top of the steps, watching as you opened your front door. you leaned against the frame, and he said, "have a good night, darling. don't think about me too much."

your mind blanked, and you cleared it of any image or thought of him. "okay."

kol watched you turn away, watched the door shut firmly behind you. he hesitated on the first step. he couldn't stop thinking about the way your face looked- about how serious you were in your response.

—

a month later, and you were all in.

you texted kol all day, everyday- through class, at home, when you were with caroline, bonnie, and elena. you'd gone hunting at least once a week. you'd been on exactly three dates. he'd kissed you four times.

you were all in.

kol stopped doubting your reactions as he fell deeper into it with you. he convinced himself, as anyone would, that was too real.

and he was right.

you were at work, having just delivered food to a table, when you ran into klaus. he was sitting down in a booth in your section when you made eye contact.

you rolled your eyes and walked up to him. "drink?"

klaus crossed his arms, "now, is that anyway to greet a customer?"

you sighed, wanting to groan and punch the table. "that's the way to greet a customer who's tried to kill your friends a million times over."

klaus looked pleased at the way he angered you. he pushed on, "yet you're so smitten with kol."

you placed your palm down on the table, leaning your weight into it. you popped a hip, settled your other hand onto it. "excuse me? did you actually came to eat or did caroline send you to berate me?"

"oh, love, i'm here on my own free will. just wanted to ask you a couple questions," klaus tilted his head towards the other side of the booth, urging you to sit.

you refused, "so; ask me."

klaus shifted in his seat, peering down at you, "do you do everything kol tells you to?"

a robotic response slipped from your tongue, one you hadn't even thought or wanted to say. "whatever he wants."

you bit your bottom lip, embarrassed by your response. klaus smirked at the answer, "interesting. is that why you can't drink from blood bags? from animals?"

"kol said..." you hesitated, "kol said they're not enough. he said i have to kill or hunt. he said i won't be strong enough unles i do."

klaus stood from the booth, swinging his jacket over his arm. he patted your arm darkly, "that's all i needed. thank you, dear."

you turned on your heel, watching as he walked away. you shook your head and urged the weird situation to roll off your shoulders.

but it was bugging you. every time you wanted to do something, and kol said otherwise, or every time he said anything at all, your actions would only reflect his choices. sometimes you felt like you had no control over yourself.

you chalked it up to being a vampire- maybe that’s what it was when you were in love with someone.

caroline waited around the corner that klaus rounded. stefan stood beside her, leant up against the wall with crossed arms. his features fell flat, dark. caroline looked stressed. klaus stopped in front of them, shrugging. "there you have it."

caroline locked her jaw shut, eyes narrowing, "she's sired."

stefan straightened, "how do we break it?"

klaus shook his head, "you can't. there's no spell or magic ring she can wear."

stefan looked at the floor and thought his way through the situation. "well, that's not technically true, is it, klaus? you chose not to release your sire on your werewolves. but you could have. you could have told them not to be sired. it's as simple as that."

caroline perked up at the idea, "a loophole."

klaus chuckled darkly, "good luck convincing my brother to do that. she's falling for him- that's the first girl in the history of the world to look past his darkness. he won't let that go."

caroline looked frustrated now, and she stomped her foot. "talk to him, then! convince him for us. make him see how wrong this is!"

"you've tried to kill me more times than i can count. why should i?" klaus peered at them.

caroline exhausted all her options, "i'll go on a date with you."

he agreed, but he warned as an afterthought, "the sire bond rules your actions. not your feelings. remember that."

—

kol sat at the grand piano in the living room, fingers daintily trailing across the keys. he glanced back and forth at the sheet music propped up before him, practicing.

he had just been texting you. you wanted to hang out- but you had homework to do. you told him you’d skip the assignment, rush it later and turn in a shitty draft or whatever essay you had to write. he told you that you shouldn’t put him before school, that you should focus and get that stuff done.

so you responded that you’d be shutting your phone off until it was done. that you wouldn’t be in contact.

and it clicked for him.

klaus slowly walked into the room, arms crossed over his buff chest. kol's fingers came to a stop as he heard his brothers foot steps.

"what?" he breathed out, refusing to turn to face his brother.

"we need to talk," klaus stated firmly.

kol knew why. he knew everyone would figure out eventually. he didn't want to admit it to himself. it was hard- letting someone in. but he'd done it, only to find out everything was fake.

he felt the hole in his chest growing, felt the darkness swallowing him up. love was lost in him. after spending eternity utterly alone, his hopes were being given up.

and this would be the end of the line. because the universe was proving, time and time again, that he didn’t deserve it.

he wouldn't be able to recover after having to let you go.

so he would play dumb for now and revel in what bits of you he got to have.

klaus slid onto the bench beside him, his heart tugging for his brother. as much as he hated his family, he still cared for them. he hurt for them.

especially kol.

"i spoke to y/n today."

kol flinched at your name. he pressed the c key. "oh?"

klaus stared down at the piano keys, shoulders slouched. "kol...brother, she's sired. to you."

in one flash, kol hooked his fingers on the underneath of the piano, and flipped it across the room. it shattered against the wall, breaking the large picture window. pieces of wood flew out of the house, and glass and various other piano parts splattered across the floor. kol stood there, chest heaving up and down, and face hot with anger.

klaus didn't even flinch.

kol wiped at the spittle on his chin. he glared at the broken piano, at the sheet music on the floor.

yesterday, when he'd called you on the phone to tell you goodnight, he'd let it slip that he used to play piano. you had gasped, and said that it was amazing. that he needed to play something for you sometime. he had began practicing the second he got off the phone with you.

he was going to learn a song for you.

kol closed his fists, fighting the urge to hit something or throw something else. he growled, the veins protruding under his eyes, his fangs prominent.

he turned to face klaus, but held his head proudly. "i have to go."

klaus stood up, and reached for his brothers shoulder. kol skirted from his touch with another growl. klaus breathed out, "kol, you have to let-"

kol yelled in response. no words formed through his temper; he just yelled.

"let her go," klaus finished.

kol stormed out of the room, nearly breaking the front door to the house as he left.

klaus stood there, defeatedly, mourning for his brother.

—

you were with caroline, sprawled out on the couch in your living room, watching your favorite romantic comedy. she'd made cookies for your self-proclaimed girls night, and you shoveled microwave popcorn in your face.

caroline was talking boys, as always. she was complaining about tyler and his weird wolfy situationships, and about klaus and his charming- manipulative- romantic advances. you listened blankly, watching the television from the corner of your vision.

caroline threw a popcorn kernel at your face, "hello! are you even listening to me?"

you perked up, meeting her gaze. "what-? oh, yes. i am listening. tyler is annoying and klaus is hot, but also annoying."

caroline laughed, but frowned at you, "i'm not allowed to agree with that."

"but you dooooo," you winked at her. "just break up with tyler. go be with klaus. he's hot, fun, dangerous."

"i didn't know you were suddenly into bad guys," she nibbled on the cookie in her hands, glancing between you and the tv. her eyes went blank as she went off on one of her tangents, "i mean, i know you being into kol isn't completely, exactly in your control. like, you're weirdly into him, but consciously you're not all there to question yourself like i know you would. it's still weird, obviously. youve just always been against bad boys. and, now- i don’t know- but what's with this klaus is hot thing? where'd that come from-"

"what?" you swallowed the popcorn in your mouth. your brows furrowed, confusion washing your features down.

caroline paused, and her eyes went wide. she tried to cover up her slip, "klaus. i mean why do you think he's hot? and why do you think i should go for him? he's killed tons of people-"

"what?" you sat up, the popcorn bowl spilling from your lap and into the floor.

caroline wouldn't meet your stare. she shoved the rest of the cookie into her mouth so it was occupied.

"caroline, what do you mean it's not in my control? what does that mean?" you felt defensive, like you always felt anymore whenever someone would say something against kol.

caroline swallowed thickly, "n-nothing. i didn't say that, actually. i said-"

"caroline!"

her head flipped towards you, blonde curls sprawling across her back. "okay...don't freak out. but you're sorta, kinda, maybe...sired to kol."

your jaw went slack, and you looked at her blankly. so many emotions rushed through your body- confusion being at the top of the list that you could decipher.

but it made sense. you loved olives. you never wanted to kill your coworker. you hated feeding off of human beings. you didn’t want to be okay about seeing kol.

you felt betrayed by your own body.

betrayed by him. had he known all this time? had he carefully calculated your actions in order to manipulate your feelings? was he just using you?

if that there were the case, why had he been so kind? was that his tactic?

so that was the reason why you couldn't drink blood- why you were unable to do anything but hunt down the locals.

you felt tears well up in your eyes. "what does that mean, care?" you didn’t know enough to truly understand.

"well? anytime he says anything, you automatically agree with him. you do anything he says," she spoke slowly, a strange rhythm to her usually frantic word choice. "but it doesn't affect your feelings whatsoever."

"are you sure?" you questioned, hopeful. "what if he was manipulating me into feeling this way? you're right- when i was a human, i would've never done this."

"i mean...i guess that's possible,"

she paused. she reached for your hand, squeezing gently. "but did he ever say anything to insinuate that?"

you didn't want to admit it to yourself now that you knew the truth.

but you were falling in love with him. and he hadn't told you to do that.

you were confused, speechless, because it was a terrible situation. if you admitted how you felt, he would think the entire thing was manipulated. that you were lying. but if he didn't know you were sired, and you told him, he'd eventually find out, and still think your feelings were fake.

was there a way out of this?

because as your feelings sorted, you’d hoped you’d be able to come out of this with him.

"caroline, i..." your voice broke. "i think i love him. i know it's wrong- and he's a monster. but i can't help it. the first day i went over there, i didn't know why. i just felt drawn to him, like i was supposed to be there. and every time he'd tell me to do something- every time my actions were affected by the sire, it felt like an obligation. i knew something was off. but every time i think about my feelings for him, every time i'm with him, and every time i look at him- i feel like i'm making the conscious choice to love him. like i wake up everyday and choose to want to be with him. and it's not a chore. it's real."

caroline's features softened. for the first time that you spoke of him, she was willing to listen. she was sympathetic. "i think you need to go to him."

you hesitated, but stood from the couch. "really?"

caroline's eyes were watery, but she smiled with a relieved-sounding laugh. "yeah. i think you do. i think you need to go to him and tell him how you feel. tell him the sire bond means nothing to you. just- tell

him what you told me."

caroline stood and you threw yourself into her arms. she squeezed you tightly, and watched as you left. just as your front door shut behind you, kol appeared on the porch before you.

you felt a relief, like him being there would solve all of your problems.

you swiped at your eyes, willing the tears to go away. "oh," you laughed slightly, "speak of the devil."

kol's eyes were dark, void of any of the light you'd grown accustomed to. he stood rock-hard, a solid force of nature, against you.

"we need to talk," he sneered. his jaw was locked shut, teeth pressed together angril.

concern laced your tone, and you reached out to him, "wait, what's wrong? what happened?"

kol breathed heavily, deeply, "stay back."

your body went slack, and you did as he said. "kol? what's going on?"

his eyes softened slightly at the distress in your voice, at the state of the situation between you. "you're sired to me, darling."

you were grateful for that nickname- that it was there at the end of such a cruel sentence. it was a comfort, an eye in a storm. it was his humanity shining through, no matter how hardened and devoid he thought he was.

you nodded, "i know. caroline just told me. but- it's okay. it doesn't affect my feelings. it doesn't matter. i lov-"

kol interrupted you fiercely, "no. it does matter. you never would've gone to dinner with me if you weren't sired. you never would've shown up to my house if you weren't sired. bloody hell- you would've killed me. you would've stuck a dagger in my chest if you weren't sired to me. your witch would've locked me in that cave for the rest of time. it matters, y/n."

you hated hearding your name. it was harsh and sad in this state. your chest ached with disagreement, but the sire bond forced you to side with him. you didn't want to- you tried to fight against it. but you didn't know if it was possible, or if you were even strong enough to fight it off.

"kol- no-!" you tried to interrupt.

"stop talking, darling," he looked defeated as he said it, knowing what it meant.

you watched tears spill out of his eyes, carving their way down his cheeks. it burned in your chest. you fought against the supernatural, trying to break from the bond just to hold him. to comfort him. to tell him you loved him.

kol licked his bottom lip, trying to regain composure. "darling- i have to- you are no longer bonded to me. you don't have to do anything i say. you will act on your own accord- you will feel on your own-"

as you fought against the bond, a 'no!' slipped from your lips.

kol hesitated, a spark of hoping lit like a match between you. he snuffed it out- "when i leave, do not come after me. i let you go- i'm letting you go."

you sobbed into the night air, chest aching in response to his words. couldn't he see? couldn't he see past the darkness? you cared! your feelings weren't affected!

you felt a physical and spiritual weight as you pushed against the bond. it shifted slightly- for a second, you stopped caring. for a second, you almost turned around and went inside. because he had released you. and he turned to leave.

but, you snapped out of the bond completely, choosing to keep fighting it off. for him.

“no!" you yelled, moving from your spot. you stumbled forward, but caught yourself on the balls of your feet. kol peered over his shoulder, but paid no mind. he simply thought you were released and we’re going to go inside any moment now.

he took a step down, onto the first ledge of the stairs.

"no, kol," you spoke, louder this time. "stay. please- stay. please don't leave!"

kol slowly turned back to face you. his face relaxed, shock displaying across his features.

"stay, kol," you sobbed, "i love you."

kol stepped back up onto the porch, his brows furrowing. "wha-what?"

"the sire bond doesn't affect my feelings. it didn't- the entire time. maybe i never would've come to you if it hadn't brought me to you- but i made the conscious decision to fall in love with you. i chose that! not you, not the universe just me."

"i can't-" he stuttered, "i can't believe you. it doesn't make any sense."

"but it does," you stepped closer to him, "how can it not? even more so now- you've released me from the sire bond and i'm standing here in front of you telling you i love you! that's my choice. it's my decision."

kol took a slow step forward. he reached his hands out, but dropped them back at his sides. "ho-how do you know?"

"kol," you laughed sardonically, "please believe me, kol. compel me, cast a spell! something. please! just please know that i am telling the truth. i love you."

kol almost did- he almost compelled you. but as you moved closer to each other, he saw something in your eyes. it's usual brightness, it's light, extraordinarily warm though you were dead.

he wanted to run away from the truth because he was afraid. he'd never let someone in before. he was frightened you would leave when things got bad.

and he even took a step backwards.

but, then he made the conscious decision to try- to love you.

he stepped forward and at that movement, you did, too.

you jumped into his embrace, gripping at the front of his shirt. he pressed his lips into yours fiercely, holding you flush against his chest. he kissed you so harshly, you bent backwards to support his weight. you exchanged a giggle, but pushed back to steady your bodies.

he pulled away, breathless, to say, "i love you, too. i love you so much, darling. i love you."

and he did.

he loved you.

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