#i will drag you down with me eventually nik

[detroit-grand-prix]

Was trying to explain F1 Spygate to @gordiemeow this weekend because I was trying to explain the Taylonso joke, but that required explaining who Fernando Alonso was and why this was funny, but there are surprisingly few decent youtube videos about Spygate that don't require prior knowledge of F1

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Your ask made me remember the request I was going to send it to you but forgot

hard to pick one to ask out of my drafts (very tempted to ask a PriceGhost omegaverse thought) BUT I decided to go with this cliché ask:

During a mission it snowed in, trapping Price and Nikolai in the safehouse, maybe one of them is experiencing hypothermia and needed to be warm up...in one way or another ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º) you can decide if they go 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 or not!! I'll eat up anything you write either way

love yo stuff, stay hydrated! also manifesting max grains and zero pain for ya gym days 💪

Nik has to save Price from hypothermia, but with their bodies pressed so close, they can't resist each other.

cw: omegaverse, alpha Nik, omega Price, dubious consent in the sense Price is embarrassed by his body's reaction, clearly has some trauma, and it's kinda a stressful situation, and Nik gentles him? But they're into each other. Uncertain/open ending as Price clearly has a lot to work through. Sorry, Gomz, this got a whole 7k away from me...

The snow had come in so quickly. That was the problem with operating this far north; the weather was unpredictable, and when it turned it took no prisoners. Nik had managed to get them to an old house he knew about just on the outskirts of a small town. One of many old estates once owned by a soviet officer, its wine cellar, opulent decorations, and sprawling grounds all that remained of the bloated symbol of hypocrisy. It had long since been abandoned by the locals; too much trouble to repair, and everything of immediate value had been gutted.

While Nik had tried to get one of the old radios they found to work, John had been shovelling snow around the generators in an effort to get close enough to crank them up, but the storm had eventually defeated him and driven him back inside. Not even the legendary Bravo Six could overcome nature when she dug her heels in. 

Nik wasn't immediately worried when John stepped into the study where they'd set up a temporary camp, shaking the snow from his carrier vest and coat like a dog clearing its fur. He was walking normally, placing his rifle down against the wall as he shut out the howling wind. Nik had loaded a fire in the hearth and found a heap of animal furs and blankets in one of the bedrooms upstairs to supplement their sleeping bags, so the room was warm enough to shed their coats and hang them to dry. He sat hunched over the desk by the window, one side of the headset pressed to his ear as he adjusted the antennae. 

The radio whirred and buzzed, but there was too much interference from the storm and all he could coax out of it was white noise and whining. "There is only static," Nik said. "It is working, but we will only get a communication through when the snow eases. For now, we must wait."

"Thas'good," John said, and then proceeded to knock into a dusty coffee table, his boots clumping heavily as he tried to steady himself.

Nik paused, his hand stilling on the dials. "Captain?" He looked over his shoulder, picking John's shape out in the gloom as his eyes adjusted to the dim light created by the fire. A sharp contrast to the almost radioactive yellow of the dials. He could see John slouched over by the door, his hand against the wall.

"Nik, I fink... Fink 'm..." 

Nik abandoned the radio in the next breath and was there to catch John when he staggered, his body falling heavily into Nik's arms. There was no mistaking the signs of hypothermia; John looked confused, his eyes dilated, and when Nik yanked his glove off with his teeth and shoved his hand just on the inside of John's collar where he should be warm and dry, his skin was cold and clammy.

"Nik, 'm... S'somethin'..." 

Nik dragged John towards the fire, his boots scuffing on the old wood panel floor as he struggled to find his footing. John's clothes were wet, inside and out; a combination of relentless snow melting through and the sweat from exertion meant that much of his gear's insulation had been rendered useless. Exposed for too long in adverse conditions, even the most expensive military kit couldn't keep up. 

Nik peeled John out of them, tearing off velcro and unclipping buckles, swift and efficient. His palms passed over pale skin spotted with freckles, blue in some places where it should be flushed and pink. Despite its pallor, John's body was truly beautiful; strong and athletic, with its defined musculature dusted by downy body hair. If the situation wasn't so desperate, Nik might have lingered to admire every new inch he revealed. He had fantasised about it long enough in private moments, his eyes closed and his hand inside his underwear.

John tried to help. Even dazed and shivering, he knew what was wrong. Knew what the process was. But his clumsy hands only slowed Nik down, numb fingers unable to grip or feel their way over the fastenings. "Let me. I have you," Nik said gently, pushing John's hands away from his belt. He was naked for barely a handful of seconds before Nik was wrapping him in a sleeping bag, laying him down on top of the pile of furs before the fire. 

There were warm packs in their Bergens and Nik cracked a few of these as he kicked off his own clothes. Sleeping bags needed actual body heat to work well, and that was something John was lacking; on their own, the heat packs wouldn't work quickly enough. This wasn't how Nik had wanted to hold John for the first time, not what he had dreamed about in those quiet hours before dawn, his hand clutched around his knot, but he didn't have time to lament fate.

Nik shivered as he grabbed the last of the blankets, a little musty, but a maid had clearly laundered them before storing them away for the final time. He draped them over in layers before sliding into the sleeping bag at John's back, large arms encircling his quivering chest and drawing him close, John's freezing body fully ensconced in life-saving warmth.

Only in the stillness that followed did Nik realise his own heart was hammering in his chest, his ears muffled by the pulse of his blood as he allowed himself the momentary grace to feel fear. What if John had stayed out only five minutes longer and collapsed in the snow? What if Nik had searched for him, his body already covered over, and hadn't found him until the morning? Frozen solid, his beautiful eyes empty of life. It could have happened. Fate had been close to stealing John away. Too close. 

John's laboured panting evened out and Nik felt his body go slack as he slipped in and out of unconsciousness. It was fine, as long as he was warming, breathing, his body relaxing out of its tense alarm, then Nik could stop his useless panicking.

 Nik swallowed, tilting his nose down into John's hair to inhale a lungful of him, seeking comfort from the soft scent of a mature, fertile omega; a guilty pleasure, but one he allowed himself to calm his fear. 

He had never been this close to John. Brief embraces, shoulder to shoulder in the back of a Hercules, sharing a drink and whispering conspiratorially in a bar, passing a cigar back and forth in the back of Nik's Black Hawk. So many intimate moments where Nik had fallen slowly, irrevocably in love with this fierce, bad-tempered, feral man with scruffy facial hair and cunningly intelligent blue eyes. But none like this. None where he could taste John's musky, soft smell in the back of his throat, feel the pulse of his heart as if it were beating under his own skin.

Nik knew he was torturing himself. John’s scent curled through him like rich cigar smoke in an expensive bar, winding down his spine until it coiled in his belly and stoked at his instincts.  Nik was so very aware of the firm line of John's body in his arms; the plush curves of his full arse, the strong muscles of his thighs and the quiet strength boasted by his broad shoulders. How soft and inviting his body hair was, how kissable the freckles, scars and moles across his skin, like constellations mapping a lifetime over John's body. The thought of spreading John's legs, sinking into his tight heat and making that gravelly voice break with pleasure was driving him insane.

"Blyat..." Nik muttered, the heat coiling in his hips, his cock twitching. Nik flattened his palm against John's chest and felt the strong, valiant thrum of his heart, defiant in the face of the cold. He used it to ground himself. He had to stay calm. For John's sake. While Nik could forgive his body its natural urges around such a handsome omega, he could not forgive any loss of control because of them.

Nik stayed vigilant as the minutes ticked into hours. He tried to remember his training about the different levels of hypothermia and their recovery times, but all his damn mind could latch onto was the scent and feel of the omega in his arms. Nik ached in a way he never had before; a deep, humming discontent at his very core. It was a combination of desire and terror; the cold had nearly snatched John away, and now here he was, so close, so vulnerable, and yet he had never been so off limits. Nik burned with need and it mocked him.

Nik held John a little tighter and closed his eyes. As long as he could feel the slow rise and fall of John's chest, feel the flutter of his breath over his bicep, he knew John was still… here. Alive, and safe. If Nik stayed still, taking each minute as it came, he would not slip. Not allow himself to indulge in his weakness.

Nik must have dozed off to the lullaby of John's heartbeat, his face tucked into his hair, because seemingly in the next moment John was writhing in his arms, his arse bumping back against the hard length of Nik's cock, which had only stiffened further as Nik had grounded himself in the strength of John's body. A poor method of quietening his libido, as it turned out, with John's scent now fogging every breath, melting into his hot skin like settling snow.

Nik loosened his embrace a little and John rolled over, the cold tip of his nose pressing between the mounds of Nik's tits. Nik felt the bristles of John's beard and then the soft vibration of a contented hum, followed by the softest roll of a pleased purr; the noise of a receptive omega looking to mate. It gripped in Nik’s chest like a closing fist and he drew in a stuttering breath. Nik stroked a palm down the curve of John's spine to settle at the small of his back, and John's hips pushed forward, teasing himself against the thick bulge in Nik's boxers. Nik did nothing to stop him, paralysed by the noise he never thought he'd hear John make.

One of those strong legs lifted to drape over Nik's hip, drawing him closer until Nik could feel John's wet slit dampening the cotton over his cock. John  was reacting favourably to his scent, judging him worthy as he flexed against his strength, instinctually reaching for him. Nik's entire body ached with desire and sordid lust, his teeth on edge, as the man he yearned for offered himself up in a poisoned chalice. To take advantage now would be beyond redemption.

 "John?" Nik croaked. 

John's lashes fluttered against Nik's skin and he pulled back a little, a stitch between his brows. "Nik, I..."

"How do you feel?" Nik bit out, intimately aware that he could feel the throbbing heat between John's legs pressed against the length of his cock.

John's cheeks reddened and Nik felt his weathered hands press to his chest. "Fine... Good, I... Sorry, 'm... I didn' mean..." 

"Is ok," Nik said softly. "It is warm. Your body is reacting naturally." 

John swallowed and Nik felt a deep breath shudder the length of his back. Noticeably, John didn't draw his hips away; he tensed and then relaxed, like he was fighting an internal battle, his body warming further in Nik's arms as his hips squirmed, rubbing the swollen bud of his cock against Nik's with a soft gasp of surprised pleasure. His skin was warm, flushed, the first beads of sweat gathering across his shoulder blades, slick between their bellies and chests. The miasma of pheromones and arousal made Nik dizzy, and beneath it he could smell the telltale sweetness of heat. 

John wasn't due, he knew that much. The captain organised his heats fastidiously. His body had been thrown off kilter by the cold, perhaps, or even the proximity and availability of someone his subconscious deemed a worthy mate to protect it while vulnerable; a virile, strong alpha.  The thought that John's primal self would offer him for mating, assured that Nik would be strong enough to protect him while he recovered, and the resulting pups from their union, stirred something feral and possessive in Nik's gut. He pushed it down, shoulders bunching.

John growled low in his throat, flashing his sharp canines, his fists bunching against Nik's chest, perhaps sensing the shift in Nik body. "Don't know wos fuckin' wrong with me," he snarled, and Nik felt the graze of those teeth against his clavicle. 

Nik knew John fought his biology. He chafed at it, saw it as a failing. Nik could only imagine what had been done to him in the past to make him feel that way. Like any omega, John was more than capable of tearing him to pieces if he felt threatened, but there was something so rawly vulnerable about John now as he clenched and growled, fighting something that he should view as a nuisance more than a crippling inadequacy. 

"Nothing," Nik said. "There is nothing wrong with you. You are... velikolepnyy." 

"Fuck, Nik..." John's fingers splayed over his chest again, the cool tip of his nose warming in the hollow of Nik's throat. "Haa, hnn, I think.. ahh, I think ‘m..."

"Da, I can... smell it in your sweat."

"Fuck, fuck..." John snarled, letting out another soft gasp as his body cramped for the first time.

"It is ok. You are safe. We can manage it until help arrives."

John shoved his face into Nik's chest and groaned, pained. “Yer so fuckin’ hard, Nik.”

Nik swallowed. That didn't sound like anger or disgust. But desperation and desire. “Da, you… smell very good,” Nik said, somewhat lamely. “It is ok. I can… I am in control.”

“Oh, fu–” John tensed in Nik’s arms, and Nik heard his jaw creak as he clenched his teeth through another spasm of discomfort. “Need t’ get out of here or I won't be… ha-ah.” 

“Nyet, you… John, you must stay in the warm.’

“All the bloody blankets smell of you. S’only gonna… get worse. Fuck, why fuckin’... now?”

Nik swallowed and slid a hand from John's back to his hip. “A panic response. You were in danger–this is not your fault.”

John said nothing. He faded into silence, his body wound tight in Nik’s arms. His previously calm, deep breaths that had inhaled lungfuls of Nik’s scent, soothing his heat into a deeper lull, now hitched in short, sharp pants, trying to avoid the lure of comfort and surrender. Nik wished they were home, in John's bed, or even the snug bunk he used in his office when he couldn't be bothered to drive back to his flat. At least there, surrounded by familiarity, John might have felt safe enough to tentatively explore the desire sinking its hooks in.

But then, Nik thought with only a hint of bitterness, it was the sheer desperation of the environment around them that had panicked his body enough to shake up the clock. Without it, John would have always remained in absolute control of himself to the point of guarded repression. He would have never fallen into Nik's embrace.

“God, fuck,” John growled, his body rigid, like if he moved even an inch he might lose some invisible battle. Ground lost to an encroaching enemy. Nik wished he could roll him into his back and scent him until he relaxed. Every instinct sparking in his brain roared with distress at the discomfort of the omega in his arms, demanding he do something, anything. He laid there uselessly, as frozen as the fish in the ponds outside, caught in the storm of competing needs; to satiate John, and to respect him. It hurt that the two things were in opposition when they should be one and the same.

John shifted, his broad shoulders rolling a little, his head tilting back. Nik could practically hear the cogs whirring in John's mind. When he finally lifted his chin far enough for their eyes to meet, John's were red and watery from stress, pupils dilated. Nik could see a deep sadness, a kind of resignation; bright blue dampened to a faded grey. “I, uh… would ya help me, Nik?”

Nik’s mouth opened and closed, each breath drawing more of John’s deep, saccharine scent to the back of his tongue. His body was tense in Nik’s arms still, occasionally shuddering as another muscle spasm worked its way through his core, a grunt snorting through his nose as he swallowed down his groan of pain. Nik couldn't find his words. “I…”

“C’mon, know you want it, can feel ya between my legs,” John said, huffing softly with amusement, face crinkling in a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “Would jus’ be, mm… quick, y’know? So they don't find me in a state. I'd make it up t’ ya, on my word.”

“You would offer me something I have wanted for years as if it is a burden,” Nik said, trying to keep the edge of sadness from his voice but failing rather miserably. “This is not how I… hoped it to be.”

John swallowed, his eyes dropped, expression hazy. It wasn't how Nik had hoped his confession would be either. He had pictured an expensive dinner, perhaps a trip to Duxford so he could look at the planes and John could look at the tanks, and then Nik would have told him as they strolled through the countryside towards a pint, wrapped in scarves and heavy coats. Warm, safe. Comfortable in each other’s presence as they had always been. Like this, John would feel under duress, vulnerable and like he needed to be on the defence.

Another shudder, another pant of breath, the soft gasp not quite bitten back in time. “Please, Nik… can’t let them see me like this, I… I'll be good.. ahh, for ya. No funny business.”

“Funny business?”

“Yeah, not gonna bite, or… mm, won't… won't fight ya.”

“John…” Nik said, his chest pulling tight; his teeth ached at the back of his mouth and a miserable knot formed in his throat. “I am not a rapist.”

“I know, I know… Nik, 'm… ahh, ‘m not thinkin’, didn't mean it like that, I…” John's face dropped to Nik's chest for a moment as he gathered himself. “Jus’... Don't bite me, don't mark me, no’... no’ ready. I… no’ like this.”

“I promise I won't,” Nik said. It hurt that John couldn't meet his eyes. Someone had hurt him badly in the past. Nik had always assumed as such, but that was all the confirmation he needed. The harm was so deep, still raw, that John couldn't even trust a man that had served him loyally for so many years.

Nik lifted the hand from John's hip and cupped the side of his face, thumb brushing over his cheek. Those blue eyes flickered and John tilted into his palm, the softest purr breaking through the tightness of his jaw, so low, like a glass marble rolling across an old oak table. Nik couldn't be sure John wasn't forcing it for his benefit, but it had the desired effect either way; the alpha part of his biology ruffled happily, and he responded with a soft chuff, pressing his lips to John's forehead. "Ya tebya obozhayu."

Nik couldn't resist any longer. If he was gentle, if he took his time, then that apprehension he could see in John's eyes, the tense fear rigid down his back, would melt away. John was watching him, sad blue eyes glistening, part in shame, part in barely disguised fear, and Nik wanted to hold him until all he felt was comfort and pleasure. 

Their first kiss was tentative, as tender as Nik could be as his hands shook. John's mouth yielded to his tongue, soft, chapped lips parting with a low moan as John's body arched against his once again. Nik slid his palm beneath John’s thigh to lift it further over his hip, grinding his hard cock against the wet heat between his legs, slow and leisurely. Even the soft material of his boxers would begin to feel coarse against John's heat sensitive skin, so they needed to go.

When Nik pulled away, he sucked gently on John's lower lip, before pressing another kiss to his forehead creased with tense lines. He wriggled away enough to shove his boxers off his hips and down his thighs until they passed his knees. When John pressed back against him, soft skin of his inner thigh sliding over the outside of Nik's, Nik's cock head slid through his wet folds, bumping up against the swell of his cock. 

“Oh fuck, Nik… yer so fuckin’ thick…” John bit out, grinding himself against the underside of Nik's cock, slick and precum making filthy, wet noises as John groaned into Nik's chest, hands clutching at the meat of Nik's body as he took his pleasure. Nik let him, mouth hanging open, the soft, wet slit of John’s cunt hot and perfect around the underside of his shaft. 

He cupped John's arse with one hand, spreading it open a little so his fingers could dip towards the fluttering muscles of John's holes. The softest brush of his fingertips appeared to be enough because John’s moans hit a peak after only two passes, his body seizing, pushing hard against Nik's cock. “Oh, fuck, Nik, Nik… ha-ah.”

John tucked his face away as if ashamed at his eagerness, pressing his nose into the centre of Nik's chest as his orgasm rattled through him. He was on a hair trigger, sensitivity heightened, receptive to a potential mate’s touch. The thought made something warm and heavy curl in Nik’s belly, and he allowed himself a fleeting moment of excitement. Nik nuzzled a kiss in his hair and chuffed softly, stroking his hands up and down John's back before lifting John higher against him, his cock flicking free of the press of John's body. 

It was awkward like this, wrapped tightly in the blankets with John half draped over him, and Nik didn't want to risk rolling on top of John and panicking him. There was a risk instinct would overcome reason in the haze of heat and John's fear, and those sharp teeth would rip through his jugular in seconds. Perhaps later, when he had realised Nik wasn't about to hurt him, Nik would drape over his back and appease the deep need in his gut to blanket his omega as they mated, to fully encompass his powerful body as it presented and guard it with his own. Instead, Nik reached beneath John's thigh, hitching it a little higher, to steady his cock just long enough to sink the head inside.

John gasped, his back arching, his walls still tingling from his orgasm bore down, spasming in renewed pleasure as Nik slowly thrust inside. He couldn't quite get fully seated, not at this angle, but it was enough. His eyes flickered shut at the sweet, soft heat sucking around his shaft as he drew back, thrusting back in with a slow roll of the hips, feeling John press against him with a strangled grunt of shock.

“John…” Nik kept hold of John’s thigh but the other hand slid up his back into his hair, urging his face away from where it had buried against his chest. His eyes were red-rimmed, dull, and there was a crease of concentration doen his face. Nik's heart ached. “I am sorry… you are… tight.”

“S’ok,” John croaked. “Don' be, s’fine, feels good… please, move… ‘m–haa.”

Nik kissed him gently on the lips, no more than a brief brush, before rolling to ease him on top. As John slid down Nik's full length, his knees splaying over the blankets, he choked out a soft gasp. “Nik, fuck, so much… haa, mmm, n-no, give me a moment, need a moment…” 

John was so tight, bearing down on the thick girth pressing him open, resisting, anxious. Nik had a slight height advantage, and he used it to press gentle kisses to John's face; over his brow, against a flushed cheek and the creases at the corners of his eyes. He chuffed, stroking warm palms up and down John's broad back as it flexed and quivered.

With each caress, John relaxed, sinking down against the plush warmth of Nik's body; the give of his belly, the cushion of his chest, the downy black hair of his torso that trapped the scent of his sweat and pheromones, rubbing both into John's skin. 

John tucked his nose beneath Nik's chin and purred, rough and craggy, like someone had rubbed sandpaper down his throat. Not the silky trill of a young omega, but the worn, tired purr of a mature one that has torn his way through life with his bare hands, snarling and growling, so used to roaring with fury that gentler noises were unwieldy. And yet, it was the most beautiful sound Nik had ever heard.

Nik responded with soft huffs and murmurs of his own, hands sliding down to John's thighs as he slowly rocked his hips up, dragging his thick cock out until only his crown stayed notched inside, the slick dripping down his shaft, soaking his balls, further assurance that John was finding pleasure in their mating. When John tilted his head and started to lick at Nik’s chin and neck, his tongue rasping over Nik’s stubble in long, indulgent laps, Nik tilted his back to submit himself to his omega’s affectionate grooming. I trust you, please trust me.

His. His omega. John was his. Handsome, fierce, strong. Every inch of him wrapped in corded muscle, with a soft layer over his belly and tits, his slim waist and the dip of his back perfectly shaped for Nik’s hands, the firm curves of his arse and thighs, built for explosive strength, agility, for riding an alpha’s cock and taking their pleasure. If only someone had nurtured John's confidence rather than destroy it. 

Nik pushed his heels and upper back into the floor, and bounced John’s hips against his, fucking him down onto his cock with increasing pace.

“Oh, Nik, Nik… mmm, yeah, tha’--ah, ah, fuck,” John panted, breath hot against the wetness he had left on the underside of Nik's chin.

“You are perfect, John. Tell me, tell me what… mm, tell me what you want…”

“Ahh, ahh, I nee’, ah, Nik, yeah…”

“That's it, solnyshko, take what you… ahh, take what you need. I am yours.”

 Nik could feel John taking agency, tentatively, his hips moving without guidance. He slid his hands down the back of John's thighs and held him behind the knees, giving him something to brace against as he began to grind and roll with increasing urgency, chasing the pleasure coiling in his hips, tensing in his thighs and his lower back.

“Ahh, yer… ahh, yer gettin’ harder… feel, ahh, feel bigger, mm… ahh, yer knot, fuck!”

Nik's knot was beginning to swell, popping in and out of John's hole, gaping him wide with each pass. His back arched, hips thrusting up to meet John, a firm platform for him to slam himself down and grind against. Under the cover of the blanket, the sweat eased the glide of their bodies together, intensifying the scent of heat and arousal in Nik's nostrils. His balls pulled tight as John's desperate noises, broken and gravelly, hit a new, urgent note, and his knot swelled, grinding into John's hole until it locked them together. 

Nik released John's shaking legs as his body responded with a deep, overwhelming orgasm that milked Nik’s knot, and Nik grabbed John's face, arching him back to lick the sweat up the curve of his throat. So close to his scent glands, it was saturated in heat pheromones and Nik sucked desperately at the soft, vulnerable skin just above the hollow of his throat as his prick filled John with his seed.

 Those strong thighs clamped around his hips, shuddering and weak from exertion, and Nik whispered gentle praise until John went limp against him, melting into the cradle of Nik's body and relaxing around the bulge of his knot. 

Nik had never felt satisfaction like it. A soft, comfortable calm settled deep in his bones. His omega smelled satiated, content, the heave of his shoulders calming as his heart settled into an even rhythm. Neither of them spoke. Nik thought perhaps they were both listening to each other's bodies. Nik could feel John's heartbeat; against his chest, wrapped around his cock. Defiant, strong. And Nik wondered whether John could feel his, beating deep inside him, whether it made him feel content, whether the intimacy made him feel as content as it did Nik. Nik kissed John's neck and received a soft rumble in response.

They dozed. Nik's knot went down and he eased John into the softness of the blankets, kissing his chest, his throat, his mouth. Desperate to taste him, to please and comfort him. He was sucking a pebbled nipple when John tugged at him again, gladly spreading his legs for Nik to climb between them. Nik gathered John's hands and pressed them above his head, their fingers wound together, and watched his eyes, kissed his lips, made love to him as gently as he could.

 Muscular thighs spread wide as Nik ground deep inside John's eager cunt, alternating between agile rolls and circles of his hips and deeper thrusts that let John feel the heavy balls ready to breed him. The second knot was as intense as the first, and Nik fucked his spend deep into John's body, his tongue in his mouth, their lips locked together. John pushed himself up into it, legs wide in wanton and beautiful submission. 

The ebb and flow of John's heat stretched through the night, the storm howling relentlessly outside. They slept between bouts of sex, with John curled into the safety of Nik's arms. After his first turn on top, he was too weak to take the lead again; drained by his brush with the cold, exhausted by the anxiety of an unplanned heat, he relaxed into Nik's care because he had little choice. Nik cradled him, kept them wrapped in the blankets, now rich with the miasma of their mating, their bodies slick and pliant. Every time John demanded, Nik provided. 

When he left the impromptu nest - for that is what it had become, soaked in the scent of their mating - it was only to check the radio, feed the fire and arrange John's clothes before it to dry. Each time he returned, John curled back into his embrace with a contented purr, drawing Nik back between his legs.

As dawn creeped closer, John's scent changed, so full of Nik now that he was ready to be claimed. John rolled onto his front, too exhausted to fight his natural desires, and tilted his hips up. Nik writhed between the blankets to taste between his legs, warm tongue lapping slowly over John's puffy, sore cunt, so sensitive and wet, giving into his own instincts to taste the fertility and readiness of his omega. 

It was dizzying, intoxicating; Nik pressed his tongue inside and felt John squeeze around him, heard him sigh softly in pleasure, and ground his hard cock against the furs in excitement. He had done this. He had satisfied this strong, indomitable omega to the point he would relax, present, accept a deep and thorough breeding. Nik had been deemed worthy once again.

Nik licked John until his jaw ached, his face soaked in slick, reaching to play with John's engorged cock, squeezing and rubbing until John’s hips were rocking, his moans low and filthy. Eventually, John squirmed, a softer orgasm making his walls flutter in search of a knot as his fingers snagged in the furs. His heat would break in the next few hours; this was their final coupling. 

Nik draped over his back, up on his hands and toes with John's hips tilted up. John swallowed him so easily, snug heat sucking Nik’s cock down until Nik’s heavy balls were flush to his body. Nik groaned, the silky soft wetness somehow more divine than it had been the first time, and John echoed him, pressing back, demanding his alpha.

“Nik…”

It was the first word John had said in hours. He had been mostly moans, gasps and growls, completely delirious. That was it, wasn't it? The tension, the resistance, it had melted away, John wanted him, wanted to feel his knot, to take his seed. 

“Da, solnyshko. I am here…”

John twisted, arching back, and they kissed, John licking into Nik's mouth. No hiding his face, no delirious submission, but seeking affection as Nik slowly rocked into him. Nik's chest ached in a different way; relief, love, a deep need to protect, to serve his omega's every whim. The soft noises John made through their kiss as Nik dragged every inch of his prick in and out of his body made Nik want to stay there forever, trapped in this moment of bliss. So in tune with John, their heartbeats in tandem, bodies joined as one. 

When John broke the kiss, he turned to press his chest into the furs and lift into Nik's thrusts. “Breed me proper, Nik… fuck, I need it… need yer knot, mmm, please, please… harder, wanna feel ya in my damn womb.”

Nik's nostrils flared, his lips rolling back to show his teeth. He dropped to his elbows and tucked his arms beneath John's chest, pressing his own into the sweaty plain of John's back, and began to rut into him harder, faster. The blankets fell away with the pace of Nik's movements, but the fire was stacked high, the room warm enough that it didn't matter. John moaned and gasped, slick hole bearing down on the relentless pump of Nik’s prick into it, hands kneading at the furs.

 It was instinctual to lean down and mouth the gland at John's neck, rolling it between his teeth, the sweet taste of unmated omega soaking his tongue. John moaned, more slick dripping down his thighs, his mind unthinking in a soft haze of instinct and heat. He didn't resist, didn't fight. 

It would be so easy to claim him at that moment. They would be bonded for life. This beautiful omega would be Nik's and Nik’s alone. Every heat, his body would call for Nik, and Nik’s rut would answer. The intensity of their mating would leave them both sated, and Nik would have a lifetime to show John how much he deserved to be loved. Perhaps even a pup or two, with John's beautiful blue eyes and round cheeks and lopsided smile–

Nik moaned, teeth tightening, as his hips pistoned harder, cock throbbing, so close to release. John's body was so open, so wet, the noises filling the room alongside their moans completely obscene. The filthy pleasure of it roiled in Nik's gut, the thought of pumping another load deep inside his omega, of it quickening as his teeth rended through freckled skin to claim what was already his by fucking birth right, and John had said no, but what if–

He growled low in his chest and forced his jaw apart, pressing his open mouth to John's shoulder, as his knot popped and his balls emptied in powerful pulses. 

He didn't bite down. 

Wouldn't. 

Couldn't. 

John had said no and Nik's love for the man was greater than his desire for the omega, even in the heat of the moment. A well of self disgust formed in Nik's chest as he pressed his face to John's back, the fevered, possessive internal rant fading into an echo in the back of his mind.

John moaned and flopped into the furs, his hips shifting only with the occasional stutter of Nik's as he ground his spend as deep as he could. Nik relaxed some of his weight onto John's back and felt him vibrate with the depth of his contentment; a low, croaky purr, only stoked a little louder when Nik lapped at the sweat on his neck, his biceps, and nuzzled into his hair and beard. “Am I too heavy?” he asked, his voice soft beneath the crackle and pop of the fire.

“Naw, feels like yer crushin’ my soul back into my body,” John murmured, his muscles squeezing a little around the swell of Nik's knot. “Feels… good.”

Safe, Nik thought. 

The way John was relaxing into the furs, his scent sweet and doughy, blue eyes drooping closed. Nik continued to groom him while they were knotted, licking at the rough at the edge of his grey-speckled beard, nipping his ears and kissing the slopes of his shoulders. 

When Nik’s knot faded, he sat back on his heels and watched his cock pull free of John's body with a filthy little slurp. He pressed his thumbs into John's thighs to spread them, admiring the glisten of slick and cum dripping out of John's used hole. Something primal wanted to push it all back in, to make sure not a single drop was wasted. With John so relaxed, Nik gave in to the desire. When Nik slid two fingers in slowly, watching John's soft cunt swallow them so easily, he groaned. It was enough to make his cock twitch with interest again, despite the ache in his lower back and thighs.

“Nik…” John whispered, his hips lifting. “‘m knackered, c’mon… oh, fuck.”

“You are just so perfect… krasivyy. I want to make you feel good. Just once more.” Nik slid his other hand beneath John's body, two fingers rubbing back and forth over the lovely swell of his eager cock, matching the pace of the two thrusting into his cunt.

“Oh, ah, Nik… it's… too much, ‘m too… ah.”

Nik curled his fingers, finding the sweet spot that made John's back arch, and it was so breathtaking the way his muscles bunched, rolling beneath sweat slick-skin, following each pulse of pleasure as it passed up his spine. John's knees spread out, agile hips grinding his cock against the rough pads of Nik's fingers. Even exhausted, wrung out, John’s body sang like a finely tuned instrument under Nik's touch. Like they were meant to be, even without the chemical bond of a mating mark.

John came with a broken moan, his thighs shaking as his cunt clenched around Nik's fingers, slick and cum soaking Nik's palms. The alpha in Nik rumbled with pride and he pulled his hands away to watch John flop, powerful body twitching in the aftershocks. 

Nik drew the blankets over their backs and bedded down at John's side, pressing his lips to the back of John's shoulder. In the soft afterglow of their mating, Nik made the silent promise to wait as long as it took for John to be ready. Even if their bonding was his final act as he drew his last breath.

Nik woke some hours later to a crackling voice through the radio. This is Bravo 7. Come in, Yankee 7. He dragged himself out from beneath the blankets and stumbled over to the headset. “This is Yankee 7. It is… good to hear your voice, Lieutenant.”

Copy. And yours. Sitrep?

“We are secure. The captain requires… medical assistance, but it is non-urgent. Hypothermic but stabilised.”

Roger. Location? Over.

“Figures,” Nik yanked his notepad towards him and read out the coordinates.

Rog. Hostiles? Over.

“Just the storm.”

ETA two hours. Sit tight. Out.

Pulling John from the nest felt cruel. Omegas needed time to recover from a heat, and prepare for the next stage. A stage that John would not get to experience, Nik realised, with no small pang of disappointment. They had little time to talk, focusing on packing up camp and covering evidence of their presence.

John's clothes were rough where they had dried before the fire, and Nik held him as he climbed awkwardly back into them. By the time they were making their way towards the drumming blades of a helicopter, Nik's arms around John's back to help him across the uneven ground, they smelled more of woodsmoke and musty damp than sex. 

Ghost’s eyes lingered on John when he snapped at the attempt to help him into the Heli. A recently mated omega was aggressive to any alpha that wasn't theirs, and the lieutenant knew something existed between his captain and the pilot that arrived to snatch him from frying pans and fires across the world. Nik dipped his chin once when Ghost glanced at him, and that was enough for the lieutenant.

They gave John his space on the flight home, listening to him growl over the Comms, updating Laswell and Mac on the relative success of the mission. They had secured the intel they needed, even if the storm had nearly scuppered them. 

Rog. Ye broken?

“Naw, caught a cold, nuffin’ a rest won't fix.”

Copy. See ye when ye land. Oout. 

Nik watched John chuck the radio down and drop his face into his hands, and had to grip his own knees hard to stop from moving over to comfort him. All he felt for the entire journey was a burning desire to blanket and scent the love of his life until he could sleep peacefully. John dozed fitfully the rest of the way, startling awake where he felt unsafe, unguarded. 

The base nurses kept him in for a night for monitoring after Nik had accurately relayed John's symptoms, omitting the heat when John had cast him a stern look. So it wasn't until the next day that Nik had a chance to speak to him without prying eyes and ears encroaching on their privacy. Nik caught him just as he was heading into his office.

“John.” Nik felt a stab of pain as John’s shoulders lifted with tension. He couldn't help but reach for him, fingertips stroking the inside of his elbow. 

“You olrigh’, Nik?”

“Da,” Nik said, his hand dropping away under John's scrutiny. “Did… did they clear you?”

“Yeah, they said… uh, ya saved my life. Again. Quick thinkin'.”

Nik swallowed, his palm pressing to the door by John's head, desperate to touch him. “And yet, you cannot look at me.”

John’s breath hitched. “I, uh… what you saw… I had no right t’ demand that of ya, Nik. I was arrogant t' think I didn't need spare suppressants for a quick jaunt. Fuckin' irresponsible. Won't 'appen again.”

“You demanded nothing I was not willing to give.”

Somehow, that was the wrong thing to say. John drew in a stuttering breath and tilted his head away, like Nik's scent, even dull beneath shower gel and cologne, was too much. “Yeah, I… thanks fer no’ bitin’ me. I woulda let ya… at the end.”

Nik felt a prickling at the backs of his eyes, a tight knot in his throat. “I do not wish to be thanked for common decency.”

John huffed. It was a sad, resigned noise from deep inside his chest. “Not as common as ya think, mate. Listen, I need time t’ process… come back tomorra?”

“John, I…”

“I need bloody space, Nik,” John snapped, and Nik heard an edge in his voice usually reserved for people stupid enough to try clawing their way under John's skin. “Tomorra, olrigh’?”

Nik blinked quickly, drawing back and inhaling a deep breath. It only served to carry the scent of distressed omega to the back of his tongue, and he wanted nothing more than to curl around John until he smelled just as content as he had in their makeshift nest. “Da. Tomorrow then.”

John pushed down the handle beneath his hand and disappeared inside his office, leaving Nik in the corridor to stare forlornly at the door. 

He would wait, he reminded himself. Wait for John to be ready. Even if it took ‘til his dying breath. Nik placed his palm gently on the door before he departed, heading for the familiar comfort of his Black Hawk and her myriad of mechanical issues to occupy his mind.

If Nik had pushed the boundary, he would have found John Price, Captain, peerless leader of the 141, the indomitable Bravo Six, curled up on the floor on the other side of the door, his face buried in his knees as the tears fell and his shoulders shook. He had said he needed space to process, but the truth was, he had no idea where to even start.

[klausysworld]

What about Little Klaus regressed and clingy to his mommy in front of his siblings, and his siblings are shocked or surprised?

Please mommy

Klaus had been craving his mommy for days. He had been made to wait days to be little with her. His siblings were always home and there was always another problem that he was involved in one way or another.

So the second y/n walked into the house he was running down the stairs. Kol was shoved and dropped a dozen blood bags, Elijah’s books were kicked off the table as he scrambled across the room and jumped over the furniture and Rebekah burned herself on hir straightener after being startled by the sudden crashing sounds.

None of them were expecting for him to nearly rip the door of it’s hinges and reveal a girl women. And they certainly weren’t expecting him to wrap his arms around her torso with his face in her neck as she stroked his hair

“Oh pup, did you miss me?” She asked softly as he nuzzled her

“I need you” he whispered and she nodded kissing the top of his head

“I know Nik, I know” she murmured and he whined.

Kol’s jaw was on the floor.

Elijah was just utterly stunned.

Rebekah had the worlds biggest grin on her face.

“Hello” she called making her way over to the couple “I’m Rebekah, Niks brother, you must be y/n” she said with a smile, she had seen a sketch of her in Klaus’ art book with her name written on the bottom.

Y/n smiled in return as Klaus remained clung to her, and shook Rebekah’s hand politely

“It’s nice to meet you Rebekah”

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That was the first time they met her and they all knew. Niklaus was her little hybrid.

She often took him out of the room fairly quickly when he got little but there was the rare occasion that they saw him in his little space and each of them learnt to ‘shut their fucking mouths’ after y/n gave them a firm yelling when Kol made a comment to Nik about him being weak and vulnerable.

So now it was almost normal to see him curled up to her.

But then he called her something they hadn’t heard him say before. Nik had always called her y/n in front of them. He didn’t like calling her something so special infront of everyone, it a private thing for them.

But he had woken up in her arms on the sofa and hadn’t gotten out of little space all day and he was desperate to put his head under her top.

She had managed to keep him quiet all day, despite his begging to have her breasts in his mouth “please mommy, please I’m a good boy I promise” he would whisper… “I know pet, I know but we’re with your family today” she told him and he whined “upstairs please” he whimpered and she breathed a laugh “we can go upstairs later, after dinner, watch the film Kol chose now” ….. “I don’t like it” ….. “we watched your one didn’t we?”

And when he started being bratty and purposely ripping up pages in his art book and throwing the paper everywhere she smacked his wrist.

Kol sunk in his seat and Elijah cleared his throat

“Niklaus, upstairs now” she yelled and his face dropped, the colour draining as he shook his head and laid back down

“Niklaus!” She repeated

“No mommy I’m sorry” he cried as he clung to her tightly. She refused to hug him back and after much begging on his behalf and a very deathly stare from her, he eventually dragged himself upstairs.

None of the siblings said a word as she forced him up the stairs, tugging the collar of his shirt as he whimpered his ‘no mommy please’ over and over.

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The siblings found it off to begin with but something about seeing Klaus is such a safe and enjoyable relationship with someone who would never hurt him. Someone who brought back his innocence and preserved it. They loved her, she protected him in ways they didn’t even know he needed and she loved him unconditionally and yet still put him in his place with just a look.

[batwritings]

Kinktober Day 1 - Breeding

My first published piece for Call of Duty! Like a lot of others I got very much sucked in (c'mon...hot masked man? ya'll really think I'm that strong? I'm far too gay for that. /hj) to this series and hope you all enjoy the content I write for it! Enjoy!~

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Coming on this mission was nothing short of a mistake. Yet Price wasn’t one to let work build up and overwhelm him. Plus, this was a favor to Nik; he couldn’t just turn the Russian man down with all the times Nik had saved his ass. The unfortunate part of all this was you.

Your relationship with the Captain wasn’t exactly secret. A number of soldiers had caught you two by now. You two really did try to keep things under wraps! But after Gaz and Soap had caught you in his lap, lips passionately discovering the other’s, well…let’s just say the two sergeants weren’t the best at letting it remain a secret. Thankfully for the both of you, Laswell had workarounds, and the entire squad was sworn to secrecy until further notice. It was only recently, during a short shore leave that the conversation came up: kids. “I’m too old for that pup,” he’d chided, casually taking a drag off his cigar. You huffed a laugh quietly.

“Oh c’mon John,” you hummed against his bare chest. Your fingers played idly with the hair that covered his skin. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t want to see a little mix of both of us running around base? How happy they’d be with all their uncles and auntie Laswell?” You could see the cogs turning in his post-coitus brain. So many different scenarios played over and over in his brain. On the one hand, the two of you had probably the most dangerous jobs in the world. There was absolutely no way he would let you back out in to the field if he found out you were pregnant. 

But the more he thought about it; you all round with his child, the happy life that would await you two. The idea of him absolutely ravishing you with the sole purpose of knocking you up became more and more enticing. Which was exactly why this mission was nothing short of torture for him.

You were being used as bait, put lightly. And a variety of different people had their hands all over you, guiding you where you needed to be. Now normally, Price was by no means a jealous man. He was rather proud to call you his partner, and was more than happy to show you off and brag about you. But something about the way you were being drug around set some sort of fire in the good captain.

“Ghost, do you have a copy?” He asks over the comms.

“Send traffic,” comes the response of Ghost from the other end of the building, no doubt honing on potential targets through the sight of his sniper rifle.

“Go to the next channel, there’s been a change of plans,” Price tells him as calmly as possible. There are a view other questions from Soap, Gaz, and Laswell, but he leaves them all unanswered as he switches the channel on his radio. “I’m going in after them.” “Price…” Ghost starts to protest. He’d warned the Captain long ago that if Price were to involve himself with a partner, emotions would eventually get in the way. The masked man knew his Captain’s emotions and control over them far better than he’d ever let on. “We can’t afford to complicate things.”

“I won’t,” Price comments sharply, slipping down the embankment to get closer to the building. His aim was to slip in a window to a room where he knew there’d be no guards. He remembers the layout like the back of his hand; his photographic memory worked pretty well for someone reaching forty. 

Again, the Lieutenant sighs heavily over the comms. “Fuckin’ hell…” he grumbles, adjusting his position slightly. “Just don’t get yourselves caught in there old man. Last thing we need is losing two good soldiers in one night.”

The captain chuckles grimly before hoisting himself up onto a few barrels and switching his comm back to the original channel. Ghost can be heard explaining the plan to the team, but Price tunes them out. “C/S, move to that empty room we pointed out on the first floor as you can,” Ghost instructs.

“Copy,” comes your hushed response. Price nods, hauling himself up and into the open window. How their target didn’t think to guard this room was beyond him. Then again, with how much he was struggling to get in, it’s not like it was necessary. “Fuck my old boots,” the man grumbles as he hits the floor, joints protesting at the sudden drop.

“Gettin’ old on us there Cap?” comes your teasing tone. You just barely manage to silently shut the door behind you when your world is sent into a whirlwind, eyes now meeting the brick wall in the dark room. A gloved hand is covering your mouth as the other pins your hands above your head. 

“I’m sorry darlin’,” you hear Price say, right against your ear. “But there’s a thought that’s been plaguing me, and I can’t hold it in anymore, Nikolai be damned.” You try hard to wiggle and protest, but your captain has his boot between your feet, shuffling your legs apart.

You gasp a little as you feel the excitement rush straight between your thighs. “That’s my pup,” Price purrs, warm breath and beard tickling the shell of your ear. “Keep those wandering hands still for me.” Slowly, as if to test your obedience, the good captain lets go of your hands. You do as he orders as you feel him undo the suit pants you’d been put in for the night. 

A gloved hand dips beneath the waistband of your underwear, running over your wet slit. You try to contain your whimper, but your captain was no fool. He knew your body and all it’s sweet spots better than he knew his own. The rough fabric brushes over your nub and you gasp against his other hand. 

“That eager already are we?” The man teases, kissing along your neck. Your eyes close and your brow knits in frustration. Not that you were mad by what was unfolding, oh no. It was because that man’s amazing cock wasn’t in you right now.

Thankfully, you and Price often shared the same brain cell, and you could hear the telltale sound of him undoing his belt, shimmying his pants and briefs down enough to get his member free. Yours were next, the fabric easily slipping down your legs to pool around your ankles. 

Price was as slow as he felt he could be, rubbing the head of his cock over your quickly moistening slit and hole. “Gonna take me so well darling,” he coos, more kisses and nips against the sensitive area of your neck. 

When his member first breaches your entrance, your knees almost buckle. It had been so long since you’d had your captain inside you, you’d nearly forgotten what it felt like. If it weren’t for the glove in front of you, the diplomatic party would probably have heard your shuddered sigh of pleasure as Price fully sheaths himself inside you.

It doesn’t take long, between the time crunch and your warm, wet walls hugging his cock so perfectly, for the captain to start truly fucking you. He went from gently letting you adjust to trying to muffle the sound of your skin meeting so quick it made your world spin. “Fuckin’ hell,” he groans, sliding his hand down your side to grip your hip so hard you knew it would bruise and you’d have to hide your slight limp for the rest of the night.

“Can’t wait to see you,” he murmurs against your skin, stopping in his sentence to moan softly. “--so full with our child, love. Gonna be so perfect for me.” His words have you absolutely gushing, your wetness making the sex even louder. 

You’re not sure how long the two of you had been at this, but the voices growing closer to the room told both you and Price that there wasn’t much time left. “Price, wrap up your business,” Ghost hisses over the comms. The thrill and knowledge of what brought this on has you teetering on the precipice of orgasm.

“Go on pup,” Price growls softly. “Let’s make this the moment. That moment I breed you like you want.” As every good soldier would, you follow your captain’s order, biting down slightly on the fabric of the glove to keep your whimpers from reaching the hall. The good captain isn’t far behind you, quickly spilling his seed inside you. 

The two of you are trying to come down from your respective highs when you hear. “...Is someone in there?” shouted from beyond the door. In swift movements, Price pulls out of you and you’re pulling your pants and underwear up from the floor. Just as you’re finished fixing your hair and your captain slips around the corner does the door open, light flooding the dark room.

“...Y/N?” asks the intruder. You give a sheepish smile, only accented by the flush still on your face. Not like they had to know it was from the sneaky sex you’d just had with your superior who would probably blow this person’s brains out in the next few minutes.

“Sorry, I…got a bit shy. I needed a moment to adjust myself,” you explain. The person shoots you a knowing look before ushering you out of the room. Price waits with baited breath for them to leave and walk away before sighing. He needed to get out of here before the mission changed any further. 

“All finished?” Ghost asks, voice surprisingly calm for how much he detested the change in plan.

“On my way out,” Price advises, pulling a few boxes closer to help ease his escape.

“Good,” the lieutenant answers. “Oh and Price? Permission to speak freely?”

“Go ahead Ghost, send traffic,” the captain answers, just barely getting into the window before he hears the response.

“Turn your comms off next time you decide to fuck your partner on the job.”

[cod-dump]

Ghost lets himself be soft and sweet around the 141 but he's simultaneously so so SO scared of getting hurt again. He's been hurt so much, he doesn't want to be hurt again. Everyone on the 141 would cry if they hurt him, even accidentally.

Ghost is tough and likes to think of himself as a very independent person. He was fine on his own, he had to be. He couldn’t afford to get hurt again. He refused to get hurt again. 141 made it so fucking hard to stay distant. Soap and Gaz always wanted to include him in on whatever they were doing, Price was always making him tea and checking in on him, and when Nik was on base he would watch movies with him.

Ghost wanted to let them in, let them love him like how they’ve been since the beginning. And he did start to let them in. Started joking with Soap and Gaz, sitting and drinking tea with Price and enjoying silence, watching trashy movies with Nik and laughing. He started smiling more, engaging more. He was happy.

But then Christmas rolled around. Soap and Gaz went home to spend it with their families. Price and Nik also went off together somewhere. Ghost was left alone back on base. He felt his heart break when he realized that he was alone. Alone during the worst time of the year. He spent his time huddled in his room, unable to do much else but sleep.

He refused to cry. Crying wasn’t going to fix anything. Crying won’t make anything better. So he didn’t cry, he just slept and trained because what else was there for him? Christmas dragged on and on and Ghost was staring at the bottle of bourbon that Soap had gifted him. He was tempted to drink the whole thing. He chooses to go back to sleep.

Ghost was surprised to find Price and Nik back on base. They greet him with warm smiles, Nik even hugging him. Ghost was stiff in the hug but Nik doesn’t make a comment on it. Later Soap walks into base, a big smile on his face. Gaz wasn’t far behind him. Ghost was happy to see them all but the week he spent alone did some damage and he was having a hard time not feeling abandoned.

He did avoid them for most of the day, not wanting to snap at them. They had their own lives, he had no right to be mad at them for that. One night he walks into the rec room and is surprised to find them all sitting there. Price gets up and herds Ghost to the couch to sit between him and Nik while Gaz and Soap sit on the floor.

“What’s this?”

“We know you have a rough time around Christmas. I should’ve taken you with us when we went to Wales.”

Ghost is cautious as Price motions to the two sitting on the floor. Soap goes to get up but Gaz shoves him down and scrambles to grab something behind the couch. He pulls out a sheet with several presents stacked on them.

“What-?”

“We wanted to give them to you when we all got back but-“

Nik puts a hand on Ghost’s shoulder, “We didn’t want to push it on you since you were avoiding us.”

Ghost stares at the presents, there was at least ten of them.

“Those are… all for me?”

“Yes.”

Ghost was desperately fighting the tears welling up in his eyes, “I-I didn’t get any of you anything…”

“Si, no store bought present is going to beat your awesome ass,” Soap said with a smile.

Ghost breaks, sobbing. He covered his eyes as he cried, feeling Price and Nik wrap him in a hug. They eventually pull away only for Gaz and Soap to hug him. Ghost has to take his mask off, the fabric being soaked with his tears. It takes him several minutes to calm down, but no one pushes him. When he feels somewhat collected, Price rubs his shoulder.

“Which gift do you want to open first?”

Ghost swallows and points, “The blue one…”

“You mean the one obviously wrapped by Soap?”

“Hey-“

[cinewhore]

Joyful Night

Pairing: Santa Claus (Nikamund The Red) x fem!reader

Rating: explicit (MINORS BE GONE)

word count: 1.9k

warnings: oral sex, penetration, creampie, nipple play. 

Summary: You comfort your husband after his Christmas night run. 

A/N: you know what the fuck is going on. This actually got a little sentimental but what’s porn without a story? Not beta’d. Credit to the gif maker(s). 

You’ve never worried over Nik.

Not once.

But when the reindeers arrived back at the property without him bickering over them in the sleigh, you instantly knew something was wrong.

“Oh, my darling boys,” you coo, running your hands over their tufted fur coats. You needed to set aside some time to groom them later in the week. “What trouble has he gotten himself into now?”

One the deers snorts in response and you chuckle to yourself. “You’re right, Prancer, although I think the ankle monitor was a bit overboard, don’t you?”

As much as you wanted to jump in the sleigh and track down your bungling husband, you knew better. Nikamund was the kind of guy who would never back down from any kind of a fight. It stays a secret from the rest of the world but you knew Ole’ Saint Nick as the person he really was.

A warrior.

You knew exactly what you needed to do.

“Stay put!” you instruct the herd, turning on your heel to run back into the house. You dashed down to the basement, pulled up a “broken” floorboard and dug up Nik’s old hammer from the olden days. Skullcrusher, is what he affectionately calls it.

You test the weight of the once heavily swung tool in your hands, fingers gently trailing over the etchings in the haft. Nikamund put this once beloved weapon down to rest for a reason, wanting to leave that part of him behind as he wanted to forget his past. You always reminded him that he should never be ashamed of his past, that there was a silver lining in all of the bloodshed. It was, by the good grace of the universe, where you two met.

With a final notion, you drag the hammer back up to the waiting reindeer with a note attached to it.

“Off you go! Bring him back in one piece, if you can.” You stand back as they rear up, galloping before they eventually take off into the inky night sky. You shiver a bit, pulling your thick coat snug across your shoulders more. A ping of worry creeps into your mind but you push it down as far as it can go. You know that one way or another, Nik would make his way back to you.

He always does.

Nodding off to sleep in front of the fireplace, you’re startled as hooves sound out beyond the door seemingly hours later, signaling the return of the reindeers. You jump out of your chair in haste, bolting to the door and throwing it open.

Nikamund teeters out of the sleigh, muttering some words to the herd as he unleashes their harnesses. He stops when Dancer bellows out, catching his attention.

“Oh, my love!” you cry, embracing him. He hisses as your bodies mesh together and you step back to get a good look at him.

“You look like shit, which is better than normal.” you observe the cuts and bruises that mark up his face, beard caked in blood. “I pray this isn’t yours.”

Nik grins smugly at you, hand rubbing circles on your back. “Of course it is.”

You shake your head, exhaling slowly. “What am I going to do with you? Did you at least finish your job?”

Nik gestures back to the sleigh. “Fuckers got my sack but I promise I finished my route.”

“Good. Now, come inside for a bath. I’m sure you have much to tell me.”

….

You stare up at Nik as he finishes up his story, carefully tending to the wound on his lower stomach. “So the rich family was almost taken out by assassins and you stopped them? And the son was stealing from his own mother?”

Nik nods his head as he recounts some details he missed out on before. “Yeah, yeah, but don’t forget the girl Trudie, she was absolutely adorable and oh! Get this: the bad guy, yeah, his name was Ebenzer Scrooge.”

You huff out a laugh, pleased with your work. “Bullshit.”

“If I’m lying, I’m dying. And well..I..kinda did die tonight but ya know, christmas magic and all.”

You stand to your full height, running your hands up his chest. “After all these years, you still haven’t changed a bit.”

Nikamund hums, lowering his forehead until it touches yours. “I got you, so I think I’m doing pretty good.”

The forehead touch turns into a nose nuzzle which ends in a kiss that steals your breath. You indulge only for a second, giggling at your husband as he chases your lips with a pout of his own.

“And what, Mrs. Claus, would you like for christmas?” he asks.

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m very certain you know what it is.”

A shared look and a second silence, Nik lifts you up before throwing you over his shoulder, jogging to your shared bedroom.

“Hey!” you squeal, ducking your head before it clashes with the doorframe. “Watch it!”

Nik drops you on the bed with absolutely zero grace and you barely have time to adjust yourself before he’s tugging at your robe, trying urgently to get it off.

“Baby, it’s not going anywhere.” You attempt to explain with no luck. Nik’s eyes grow dark with lust as he finally unwraps his present, the strain in his boxers becoming more apparent.

“I know, it’s just been a long night and I really fucking need you--ugh!”

He leans over in pain, holding up a finger as you sit up. “No, shit, it’s ok, I’m ok-”

You sigh and slide off of the bed, motioning for him to sit down. “You big buffoon of a man. Lay down.”

“I told you, I’m fine.”

“Nikamund I will not repeat myself.”

Nik hangs his head in defeat, allowing you to help him settle against the headboard. You position yourself on your knees laying vertically, rubbing your hand up and down his erection. His moan makes his way down to your pussy and you squeeze your legs tightly to relieve some pressure.

His cock springs out, slightly curved near the top. You rub your thumb over the leaking head, pumping it a few times before taking it into your mouth.

“Ah, just like that.” he groans, left hand creeping upward from the back of your thigh to the supple flesh of your ass. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You pull up off him, wiping at your mouth. “It’s not like you don’t see me 364 days out of the year.”

Carefully straddling his lap, you take to rubbing your center up and down his cock, mewing at the sensation pulsing through you. Nik becomes inpatient, tugging at your hips to get you to shift up.

“Quit being a fucking tease already.”

You scoff humorlessly, shaking your head. “You know, you asked me what I wanted for christmas.”

“You never gave me a definite answer.” He cocks an eyebrow.

You grin fondly, spreading your fingers across his bare chest. It was covered in all sorts of tattoos, markings and stories about his viking days now immortalized into his very being.

Nikamund notices the change in your demeanor.

“Do you miss it?” you say, after a few moments of silence.

Nikamond pauses, a frown forming over his features. “Sometimes. There was one day, though, that’ll stay with me forever.”

“Oh?’ you lean your head to the side, inquisitive.

“Yeah. We had been instructed to hit a little village just north of where we were. They said it was because negotiations turned sour but honestly it was an unmitigated hunger for greed. We started with the houses in the front, surrounding the entire place so that there were no survivors left behind. But before we could even make a move, there was this..sound. A war cry.”

You shift your position a little, eyes casted downward.

“We were all stunned, bracing ourselves for a whole army to appear but there was only you.”

Nikamund tenderly grabs your chin, lifting up your face to meet your eye.

“I only saw you. A mad woman in all her glory. We didn’t stand a chance.”

“I kicked your ass that day.”

Nik chuckles, a familiar twinkle in his eye. “And we’ve been kicking ass ever since.”

You surge forward, locking your lips with his in a heated passion. Nikamund ruts against your throbbing pussy and you finally give in to your husband, reaching a hand behind you and slipping him into your waiting warmth.

You both whine at the contact, Nik not waiting to take it slow as he clutches your hips, digging his fingers into you hard enough that you’d feel his fingers long after they’re gone. Taking control, you hold Nik’s hands above his head, grinding your hips so that his cock nearly pops out of you before slamming yourself back down so that he is fully entrapped.

“Look at you,” you gasp, trying your hardest to ignore the cramp growing in your back. “Losing yourself in my cunt. Tell me you love it.”

“I fucking love it.” he rasps, veins bulging out in the side of his neck. You like a strip up a pulse, moaning over the teasing he was doing of your nipples by lightly pulling at them with his teeth.

A quick change of positions has you both on your sides, your right leg thrown over his own. Nikamund slides his cock back into you easily, his thrusts slowing down to a steady rhythm. His fingers continue to taunt your breasts, adding on to the budding orgasm ready to escape you at a moment's notice.

Nik hits your spot, fingers trailing down from your tits to ghost over your creamy clit. He flicks the pearl with precision and care, groaning in your ear as you whimper.

“Please, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

Nik quickens his pace just to tantalize you before slowing down again, leaving you on edge.

“You gonna come? Hm?” he asks you, angling your face so that he could look you in the eye. “Gonna come on my cock?”

You nod your head furiously, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers clamp around your clit. “Yes, yes, yes, please.”

“Go on.”

A few more strokes and you come undone, head thrown back as your mouth pops open in a silent cry. You mutter unintelligible words, legs shaking violently while your body spasms. Nikamund doesn’t stop there, content with fucking you through your orgasm which leads you to another.

It’s there as your muscles contract, squeezing and engrossing him deeping into your pussy that Nikamunds breathing picks up, hips stuttering in motion as he bites down on your shoulder.

You intertwine your hand in his as he comes inside of you, cum oozing and spilling out as his cock contracts.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. So perfect.”

The crackling of the fireplace in the living room is the only sound that can be heard over your heavy breathing, Nik’s now softened cock hanging halfway outside of you.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” Nikamund hums, eyes lidded over in post sex bliss.

“You’re a good man.”

You can’t see it but Nikamund smiles, lips gracing your cheeks and the lower part of your jaw. He sits completely still, feeling your body as it goes limp in his hold. He snuggles closer to you, grabbing the ruffled comforter and tucking it over both your bodies.

Nikamund could’ve led a very different life and he’s still unsure what he’s done but now he spends his days making toys, dealing with all his elves, being slobbered on by his reindeer.  

It’s a life worth living.

As his eyes come to a close, likely from the heavy bouts of exhaustion getting ready to hit him like a freight train, Nikamund presses one last kiss into your skin.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.”

[gnattyplayssims]

1956 Pt1 - Becoming A Donnelly

The morning of Ava's 6th birthday was a beautiful and clear spring day. Anabelle was excited to make her only grandchild a birthday cake and Jamal had offered to fix the fridge leaving Sofia and Ava to have some time alone.

"Last birthday without a daddy Little Bird."

By the time the cake was ready the family was all stirred up. Kye and Jamal had been cracking jokes all morning but eventually Jamal took it too far and then it turned into an actual argument.

Sofia picked up Ava and let the rest of the room fade away as Ava blew out her candles.

Ava didn't like all the fighting either and fled the scene. Sofia followed her till she stopped in a quiet place behind the house. She turned and gave a little wave.

"Goodbye Baby. See you on the other side." Then with a little hop and a flash of light Ava became a child.

Kye and Anabelle wanted to take Ava out for ice cream so Sofia and Jamal had some time alone. For a little while they talked about wedding plans but it didn't take long for things to get heated.

"I thought we were going to wait for the honeymoon."

"Just a taste."

"Too bad Penelope couldn't come."

"Don't remind me. I finally got the courage to ask her out and she's busy. Hey there's Nik! Nik, We didn't expect to see you here."

"You know I wouldn't miss this"

"We just thought with school and everything."

"It'll be there when I get back"

Finally the big moment arrived. Sofia took her father's hand and he brought her down the aisle just as he had promised when she was 13. Butterflys filled her stomach as she walked toward Jamal thinking about spending forever with him and living happily ever after.

Kye rubbed his thumb over the butterfly ring. "When I gave you this ring I told you to wait for someone who would love you as you deserved."

"And that you'd cry all the way down the aisle."

"I'm barely holding back." He slipped the ring from her finger. "You don't need this."

"You look amazing."

"You really think so?"

"How could you possibly think otherwise. You look like a princess."

"Jamal Donnelly with this ring I promise to love you and only you until the day I die. This ring will be a symbol of our eternal love...forever!"

Jamal took her hand rubbing his thumb over the glove in the place he knew she had scars. "Sofia Mizrahi, today I swear to you to be a husband who cares for you always. A husband who protects you. And I swear to be a good father to Ava."

He slipped the ring onto her finger.

Sofia could hardly wait to kiss her new husband. Ava gasped. "Grampa why is mommy attacking Jamal's face?"

"That's called kissing sweetie and people do it when they love each other very much. One day when you meet someone you'll stand up there and seal your love with a kiss too"

Introducing Mr and Mrs. Donnelly!

"How does it feel?"

"How does what feel?"

"To be a married woman? To have your have your prince swoop in and rescue you and live happily ever after."

"It feels like a dream. One I hope I never wake up from."

He pulled her into another kiss.

"Kyler, Nik! Wait! Don't you dare try to slip away we need pics." The boys complained but she took their hands and dragged them in front of the camera. "I expect a remake of these at each of your weddings."

Kyler blushed, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Hopefully we'll meet her soon"

"To the happy couple. May the Watcher bless you with an incredible life"

"It really does feel like the Watcher is finally smiling on me. Like everything is finally going to be okay. I know the future won't be perfect but...I'm feeling hopeful"

"Maybe the future won't be so bad"

"Hey mind if I join you."

"Shouldn't you be upstairs."

"Eh, they think I'm in the bathroom and in this dress that means I have at least 30 minutes. You okay?"

"Yeah just thinking about this girl I've been talking to. Weddings are good for that"

"You should go for it!"

"There you are. I was coming to see if you needed help."

Sofia jumped up to greet her husband. "Sorry I got distracted. Are you offering?"

"Offering to get you out of this dress? I've had enough of people today and you naked is all I've been able to think about."

The wedding reception went through the night so it was early morning when they arrived in Tartosa. "This is way too much tulle."

"I like it, it makes me feel like a princess."

"Makes me feel like I'm going to drop you. Why don't you go upstairs I'll find us something to eat."

Neither of them had eaten much at the wedding so Jamal was starving. As he was grabbing wine and a snack he heard Sofia coming back downstairs. "I told you I'd be right...up. Is that my shirt?"

"It is."

"My shirt and hardly anything else?"

"It is."

"Are you trying to end me?"

"That might have been the goal yes." "I guess we'll just skip right to dessert then." His hand grazed over her leg as she leaned back on the table. "But I think I'd rather have the full meal...in bed. And then...for dinner tonight...and breakfast in the morning...I want to feast."

He took her back to the room and for the rest of their honeymoon they feasted on each other. Learning each others bodies intimately. Enjoying the bliss of each others arms. Forgetting about all the men that had ever hurt her and erasing them forever from her mind.

As the honeymoon came to an end. Sofia was feeling worried. "Do you think I look fat?." "You look perfect but...maybe we should get a test. We've had a pretty active week." Negative. Relief flooded Sofia and she suddenly realized...she didn't want anymore kids...even with Jamal

1956 Pt2 - Flea Market Nightmare

[l-r-christian]

HEYYY could you do an imagine where the reader is rly genuinely kind, friendly, and happy all the time. the imagine could be where her happiness annoys klaus bc he tries to make her feel something different and get angry but it doesnt work and he eventually warms up to her or everyone is suprised when the reader is dating klaus bc theyre polar opposites of each other

Man I love these kind of images. About to make this all kinds of cute.

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x F!Human!Reader

Warnings: fluff, like all of the fluff

Klaus was annoyed and angry as Y/N had came skipping into the Mikaelson home with a tray of cookies she baked. Y/N L/N was an human woman that Elijah had helped when a man at Rousseau's got a little too close for her comfort. Since then Elijah had been looking after the woman and genuinely adored Y/N finding her to be a good friend.

"You brought me cookies!" Kol said happily taking the cookies as Y/N giggled shaking her head smiling.

"I brought them for you all." She chirped happily letting Kol take the cookies as Klaus groan annoyed. Klaus had tried making the woman angry but Y/N would just smile at him.

"Hello Nik." Y/N's sweet angelic voice reached his ears making the hybrid pause wondering when did he start believing that? Klaus looked at her his cheeks warmed as he just noticed how cute she was when smiling and how her eyes were lit up when she saw her favorite hybrid.

"Y/N? Need something?"

"Elijah told me you love macarons....so I made some just for you." Y/N answered her cheeks burning with blush as she handed him a box and Klaus flet his heart flutter.

"Thank you....love." Klaus tells her as her heart skip a beat hiding her face in her hands to hide her blush. Klaus flet his cheeks redden seeing Y/N's reaction and hearing her heart skip a beat.

"Niklaus? Y/N?" Elijah asked walking into the room finding Klaus looking away cheeks red as Y/N was hiding her face.

"I'm ready.....let's go Elijah." Y/N squeaked out dragging Elijah out of the den as h ed raised an eye brow but followed leaving a upset Klaus alone. It had been going on for a month, Y/N was being genuinely nice to Klaus and the hybrid was falling for her.

"Let me take you out." Klaus tells Y/N surprising her as she looked up from the cake she was making for Hope's tenth birthday. Y/N stared at Klaus as blush spead across her face.

"Okay."

It took awhile for Klaus to get used to having someone loving him unconditionally. Klaus was protective of Y/N when they began dating getting the attention of his siblings.

"Is it just me or has Nik been nicer to Y/N?" Kol asked out loud as Elijah looked up from his book as he had noticed. Giggles caught their attention and looked shocked to see Klaus smiling placing kisses on Y/N's face as she giggled. Y/N cupped Klaus's face placing a soft kiss against his lips then squealed when he lifted her up.

"They are dating?!" Rebekah whisper yelled surprised as Y/N was completely the opposite of Klaus but yet some how they made it work.

"It would appear so." Elijah muttered watching he was the most surprised as Y/N was far from what Klaus went after yet.

"Hello all." Klaus said having Y/N over his shoulder the woman was laughing lightly waving at them. Klaus sat her down as Y/N happily smiled at everyone.

"You are dating Y/N?"

"Yes for awhile now." Klaus answered Rebekah with a smirk sitting on the couch and Y/N sat next to him.

"But you hate Y/N because she is too bubbly and happy all the damn time." Kol said crossing his arm upset that Klaus got to Y/N first as he wanted to date Y/N.

"Yes but I came around. She grew on me." Klaus said as Y/N smiled brightly kissing his cheek.

"You said she is too sweet to be around."

"I am aware Rebekah." Klaus muttered getting annoyed with all of the questions and Y/N giggle holding his hand rubbing his knuckle with her thumb. Klaus calmed leaning over kissing her cheek then pausing to bury his face in her neck.

"How about we leave these two alone." Elijah says ushering everyone out of the room not before telling Klaus he was happy for him.

"Were you really annoyed with me at first?"

"I was. But only because I thought someone like you shouldn't be tinted by our family." Klaus said softly as Y/N smiled hugging Klaus.

"Yeah but you guys should be loved too."

"You are too good for me, love." Klaus muttered against her neck as she chuckled.

"Fine then you are too good for me." Y/N said booping Klaus's nose then burst into laughter when Klaus tickled her with a smirk on his face enjoying the sound of her laughter. Klaus Yelp when he got tackled by Hope who joined the tickle fight as moments later Elijah found the three asleep on the couch making him smile placing a blanket over them. As for once Klaus was being happy all to a bubbly woman.

[pinkposies]

Havoc 9

"I understand Rebekah told my family's story. How I upset nature's balance by turning my children into vampires," Esther said this while filling the room with sage to avoid being heard by her family.

"She said you did it to protect them from werewolves," Elena clarified, holding her glass of champagne in one hand and looking over at Esther's grimoire on the table.

"That is correct. They quickly began to feed on human blood, however. They annihilated the town without remorse. Niklaus eventually turned against me "Esther remembered the event as if it had happened yesterday. She was well aware that her children had turned into monsters as a result of her actions.

"How are you going to get rid of him? He is invincible." Elena was perplexed about her role in this and why Esther was telling her.

"It will take time, magic, and your help," Esther explained as she gathered the materials she needed to begin the ritual.

"My children think I'm holding this ball to honor our reunion. But, in reality, I've gathered them to perform a ritual. The first step necessitates the collection of blood from the doppelgänger. It's only a drop. The essence of it will be present in the champagne toast later this evening. Do you want me to do it, or do you want me to do it?" Esther informed us while holding a long, thin knife.

Elena is taken aback, but after a brief moment of thought, she removes her glove and hands, Esther, her finger to prick. Esther quickly pricks it and squeezes the blood into a glass chalice filled with liquid.

"They must all drink at the toast to be linked as one," Esther said as she mixed Elena's blood into the chalice.

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"You look ravishing love."

"I would hope so," Mariposa turns around to meet with a smirking Kol, "And thank you for the dress." Kol grasped her hand without even waiting, and he mimicked Finn's previous gesture.

"Ah, you should thank Nik; he was the one who chose the dress; I merely suggested giving you one."

Mariposa sucks her teeth and turns her entire body to face Kol. "Do you buy expensive gifts for every girl you meet?" She says it with a know-it-all grin as she looks up at him.

"You are the only one, love," Kol says as he rubs his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Who gave you the confidence?" she asks, her head thrown back in laughter. "But I do admire you for being so bold," she says as her cheeks slightly redden.

"One of my best qualities," Kol says, smirking at Mariposa's reddened cheeks, " I apologize for leaving so abruptly, but it appears that my family soon will make an announcement." He presses a kiss to the back of her hand and makes his way up the staircase.

Mariposa swiftly averted her gaze, raising her eyes to the crowd gathered on the stairwell. Mariposa gives him a passing glimpse before meeting Klaus. "Uh, if everyone could gather please." Elijah cleared his throat. His siblings were standing behind him on the stairwell.

"Thank you for taking the time to visit with us. It's customary for us to start the evening with a dance whenever my mother gathers our family for an event like this." Elijah happily announces as he looks around the room. "Tonight's selection is a centuries-old waltz, so if you could all find a partner and join us in the ballroom, that would be great."

"May I have the first dance, love?"

"You may," Mariposa says, turning around to see a smirking Klaus looking down at her. Klaus then grabs Mariposa's arm and drags her to the dance floor. She danced with Klaus while looking into one other's eyes. His arm was encircling her waist in a protective grip. He was adamant about not letting go of her.

Klaus repositions his hands around Mariposa's waist and begins to move her hips. "Love, you look stunning tonight." Klaus's head was nestled in the curve of Mariposa's neck, inhaling her aroma.

"Thank you, and I'd like to express my gratitude for the gown as well." She expresses this as she recalls Kol's words.

"Take it as a welcoming gift."

Mariposa laughs at the man before saying, "Do you have a thing for giving out gifts for women?"

"Ah, I see you have talked to Caroline," Klaus smirks amusedly at the young witch.

"Speaking of her, isn't Caroline your date, shouldn't you be dancing with her?" Mariposa asks, bemused. She arches her neck to catch a sight of Caroline, who is already staring at her with a frown. It was already time to swap partners before Klaus could respond.

"Beautiful as always, "Elijah greets with a smile and examines the girl in his arms with interest. He takes a cautious whiff, unsure if he'd made the right observation.

"Not too bad yourself," Mariposa responds, her gaze now fixed on the man.

"I'm glad to see you've come," he says. Elijah spoke in hushed tones, as though scared of driving her away if he talked louder.

Mariposa stares at the vampire admiring his features, "Thank you for inviting me."

"Of course, you've helped us, even though you didn't have to."

"I hope to see you again," Mariposa says as it was time to swap again.

She was spun straight into Stefan's hands, "So I was wondering what you are so special?" He asked in a sultry voice, and Mariposa raised an eyebrow in question. His suspicions grew that she was someone important to the Mikaelsons, but Klaus had already led her to the dancefloor before he could approach her.

"Pardon?" She decided to act dumbly. He leaned closer.

"So what are you to Mikealson's?" He re-sated to which Mariposa laughed and leaned a little bit closer to him.

"That's not your business." She broadly smiled at his dumbfounded look.

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Mariposa went outdoors to get some fresh air and to ease my anxiety. She has a nagging suspicion that something isn't quite right and that something dreadful is about to happen.

She had a stroll around the estate before noticing that I was near the horses. Mariposa stood a few feet away from the gorgeous creature, observing him with a loving gaze.

Klaus casually stated from behind her, "You like horses," and she turned her head to him. Mariposa offered him an unintentional half-smile, and he reciprocated. Even though she wasn't cold, he hurriedly threw his tux jacket on her bareback.

"Thank you," Mariposa said, burrowing deeper into the jacket. "Yes, I adore horses. They're magnificent animals. It's incredible how they can interpret people's intentions." He gazed at her as she quietly told him.

"My father hunted me for a thousand years, and the closest he ever came was the day he slaughtered beloved horse." While massaging Mariposa's back, he told her. " As a warning, he cut off his head with the sword."

"That's awful," Mariposa exclaimed, turning her head to meet his gaze.

"I'm glad he's dead," he muttered as he shifted her head back onto his white button-up shoulder. Klaus's face fell as he gazed down at Mariposa "Damon. Matt is with him on the balcony."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can you do 134 and 150 from the horror prompt list with Nikkei from Sdra2 with a female S/O? S/O is the SHSL Sleeper (they have a very calm personality, usually really tired, and can usually fall asleep easily) and they are tired but are too scared to sleep in fear of being killed and Nikkei comforts them?

I gotta say I’m loving all of the unique Ultimates ya’ll are coming up with! And ngl...playing the ch 1 dub made me miss how enthusiastic and sweet Nikei was, so here’s more of that side of him!

134) “Why won’t this nightmare end?”

150) “I don’t want to fall asleep. I’m scared.”

...........

It was only a few days into the “mutual killing game”, and nothing terrible had happened.

Yet you couldn’t help but be plagued by fear.

Usually you’re calm about most things, being the SHSL Sleeper. While sleeping in itself wasn’t considered a talent, it was your type of "aura” that helped those around you relax. Even uptight people like Shobai and Hibiki seemed a little calmer when near you.

Then there was Nikei, the SHSL Journalist who was also your boyfriend of several years. Despite the circumstances, he remained such a bundle of energy and zest, running around to find some worthy “scoops”. Of course he had to drag you around, too, even though you’ve been tired.

“C’mon, [y/n]!” He’d whine. “Reporters can never rest!”

But you two balanced each other out in a way: he’s your reason for getting up in the morning, and you’re his reason for getting a goodnight’s rest.

As of late, however, that kind of rest didn’t come easy for you.

“...damn it...why won’t this nightmare end?”

After several weary hours of tossing and turning in bed, you finally sat up, rubbing your eyes and sighing tiredly. You couldn’t tell how late it was, but judging from the darkness of your dorm, sunrise was obviously a long way away.

The fear of possibly being killed managed to seize your mind, and it made sleep more difficult than ever--to the point where you barricaded your door every night out of paranoia.

But it was only now did you realize...you couldn’t hide this anymore. You had to tell Nikei. And so you grabbed your e-handbook plus, opening the messaging system to text him. You didn’t think he’d answer it, but it was worth a shot.

[Y/N]: Hey Nikei?

[Y/N]: I need you right now.

To your surprise, he almost immediately responded back.

[ Nikei ]: What’s wrong?

[ Nikei ]: Thought you’d be asleep.

[Y/N]: I wish I could but...I don’t want to fall asleep. I’m scared.

[Y/N]: Scared that I’ll be killed.

You felt a bit ridiculous replying with something so...pitiful. But it was the truth. Besides if Nikei was up this late, too, maybe he was scared to sleep for the same reason. 

Perhaps his overly-chipper attitude was a front.

[ Nikei ]: Alright, I’ll be right over.

Relieved, you got up and threw on a sweater. And a few minutes later you got a message from Nikei that said he’s right outside. You cautiously opened the door, seeing the journalist in his pjs.

He looked exhausted himself, though seeing you did make him smile a little. “Guess you’re just as worried as I am.”

You returned the smile and sat on the bed together, deciding that since there wasn’t any rule forbidding a student from sleeping in another dorm, he could stay for the night.

Of course you ran the risk of Monocrow chastising you two--a boy and girl--being in the same room. But you’ll just bop that dumb bird on the head if he made any crude assumptions. Or you could make the excuse that you wanted to live on this island “stress-free”, and to do that...you needed Nikei with you at night.

Regardless, you felt better that he was here with you now. So you both just talked about anything and everything until sleep eventually found its way to you--and it did so rather quickly.

When you woke up in the morning, you heard a snore and looked down to see Nikei still asleep, hugging you tightly like some teddy bear. You were a bit flustered to find his head nestled into your chest, but you just smiled and stroked his hair.

“Thanks for being here, Nik. I love you.”

[on-a-lucky-tide]

i am now very concerned about price trying to get dog!nik to the vet to get him neutered, can't imagine that would go well

I just finished reading @soap-brain's post and had the same thought. Fluffy!Nik can understand what Price booked in at their last visit for worming and flea treatment. Insides he's like, "but I didn't hump anything?? I didn't piss anywhere?? I haven't barked unless it was strictly necessary?? I am A Good Boy?? Ne beri u menya muzhestva, John!!"

He point blank refuses to leave the house on the day. Throws furniture at Price to stop Price coming near him; starts dragging the entire sofa across the living room. Never directly attacking Price, of course. Just resisting. But it's that bark-cry that dogs do when they're really scared that tugs at Price's heartstrings as he finally gets Nik in a headlock. He can't do it. Can't take Fluffy!Nik's bollocks.

"'m sorry, mate. Only wan'ed what was best, ya can keep 'em, on my word," and the damn dog seems to understand him, calms right down.

Even funnier though. When Nik eventually transforms back, their whirlwind lovestory happens, and they're about to have sex... And Nik hesitates briefly.

"Wa'ssup, luv?" John asks over his shoulder.

Nik bites his lip, knows it's stupid, but... "You nearly removed my balls, John, give me a moment." Man is dead afraid that if he humps Price, Price is gonna ship him off the vet to finish the job. It's hilarious. Price falls about cackling, and Nik is flustered/embarrassed. Cuddles have to ensue, sex can wait.

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Regret - Nik

I feel like I make the joke of “whoa who is this?? every time I post Nik.] 

CW: captivity, stress position, intimate whumper, noncon touch (non sexual), possessive language, brief suicidal ideation, death mention, blood, broken whumpee. 

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A sound. It’s so sudden and unknown that Nik tenses. Was it real? There have been sounds creeping around his awareness lately, sounds and lights and shapes in the darkness of the blindfold. He whines slightly, testing to see if the sound responds.

Sometimes they do.

It’s worse when they do.

He swallows thickly, jaw throbbing with the ache of being held open for so long. How long as it even been, locked immobile in the darkness?  Nik’s internal clock had been destroyed long ago, smashed to bits by the fake sunrises and tauntingly inconsistent days.

“Feeling remorseful yet?”

A voice.  Real voice; he’s sure of it. This one is different, echoing off the stone walls.

The voices from his head can’t replicate that.

A frantic, begging whine. Yes, yes I am. Please, please just let me move. Let me go back to the vivarium. I’ll never disobey you again, I swear. Nik tries to nod, tries to show the Sorcerer that he’s sorry, but he can’t move. The metal around his forehead and neck keep him securely locked onto the wall.

How long has it been since he moved even an inch?

A hmm and Nik stills immediately. His heart is pounding in his throat, threatening to be the end of him he’s sure. He can feel his own trembling, but it’s vaguely distant, separate from him.

Footsteps, there are footsteps. Nik’s breath hitches as he feels tears pricking behind his eyes. Please, please I’ll do anything. I’ll never disobey again.

In one motion, all the cuffs disappear entirely, freeing him from the wall. Nik falls forward, unable to catch himself. Free, but still unable to move his locked joints and muscles. His skull cracks against the hard, stone floor, sending the darkness spinning. He groans brokenly, chest expanding farther than it has in, in… since the darkness. He can feel something warm bubbling up from underneath his skin and drip onto the floor.

The Sorcerer smiles down at him, reveling in the wrecked, thin body that he’s made Nik into. He crouches down, cupping the side of Nik’s neck. The creature shudders as he strokes his thumb across its jaw. He can feel its response, the curling tendrils of violation that course through its blood. He knows the pathetic little thing would try to flee if it could, but it can’t. It can’t – not only because it’s too weak, but because there’s another part of itself that craves the touch. Craves the comfort and stimulation that even this minuscule movement provides.

And wouldn’t it? It hadn’t felt anything in nearly a month.

The Sorcerer admires it for a moment more, before sending a blast of lightning through its body.

Nik screams behind the muzzle, muscles atrophied by stillness now forced to contract, to move by the electricity pumping through him. He can feel his joints creak at the sudden change, a body so frozen in one position now forced into movement.

Muscles tear and he screams.

Sobbing, Nik sprawls limply in a new position but still unable to move. His limbs throb, laying useless at his sides. He still wants to move, he wants to crawl away, to heave his body away from the man that he knows will only bring more pain, but he can’t. Even unrestrained, he can’t move.

“Did you really think I was going to let you off that easy, hm? Just a little time in the dark? Poor stupid thing; you’re not close to done.”

The man’s arms dig around him and lift him bodily from the floor. He can’t help but sob; couldn’t stop even if he tried. He’s aware of every inch of his body, the aches and hurts and deeper pains that radiate from them. His consciousness is a spinning, swirling, intangible thing that Nik couldn’t even hope to grasp. There’s nothing outside of this moment. No understanding that the pain will eventually end, no hope for comfort, no ideals of a better time. Only pain that radiates with each breath and the general motion of being dragged to another room.

To the workshop.

He’s dumped on the floor as the Sorcerer moves to gather the items he needs. Nik’s lungs are burning, his throat feels tight and pained. He tries to heave for another breath, tries to focus on the cold stone here. It’s familiar, having spent so long laying upon it, wishing for death.

His fingers twitch, and he nearly begins to cry a new. They twitched, he moved them. It’s the first inkling of movement, of control that he’s felt in so long. The slightest movement, maybe not even visible to the unknowing observer, has become the only glimmer of light he can even fathom.

Before he can try to move farther, a loop of rope is circled around his neck. It doesn’t cinch, but pulls upwards. He coughs, the rope pressing on his windpipe, and hands come to help guide him to his feet. He’s shocked that he can stand at all, considering the weariness and shaking of his legs. The rope around his neck stops rising, but keeps taunt. He either stands or chokes, and it feels like no matter what he does they will both happen.

After a moment to balance himself, his hands are grabbed and tied in front with yet more rope. They’re pulled down, the rope attaching to the ground and adding more strain around his neck. Breathing is difficult, standing is difficult, everything hurts and is too much - but also there is nothing surrounding him, nothing that he can recognize and use as an anchor.  It is too much and not enough, all at once.

The hand lights around his neck again and he whimpers.

”Do you know why I can do this to you? Because you’re mine.”

Nik shuddered. He could feel another hand roaming over his back as the other continues with the horrifically gentle motions on his jawline. No matter what he does, no matter what he tries, he can’t escape. He knows. Knows that there is nothing for him to do now but suffer.

A thought forms on the outside of his awareness, a fleeting bit of logic that tells him he’ll go back, he’ll be returned to the little sprite, that things will get better.

It’s gone before he can really believe it.

The hands retreat and he’s torn. He’s thankful, grateful that they’re no longer on his skin and touching him, but he misses them at the same time. They were grounding – real, when nothing else feels real right now.

The first lash across his shoulder blades shocks him, knees buckling with the surprise and sudden pain. A strangled keen fills the air, but it’s choked off by the loop as it presses into his throat. Hands reposition him, and something else. A clink against his wrist and a faint feeling. So very faint, but noticeable. Just a little more of his magic is accessible, just a fraction more. But it’s enough. It’s enough to give him back a bit of strength and stand.

To continue to be tormented and tortured.

The next lash mirrors the first. The third crosses them both. Another, then another, and another. Nik cries out for each one, but his voice is so broken and rough from unuse that it feels as if there’s glass in his throat. It burns and cuts like the whip, cutting him open.

When the whip does stop, he’s fighting for every breath. He needs the air desperately, but the shift of his back is unthinkable. He needs the air, but the cost is high.

“You’re mine, little forest creature. Only mine. Others may look, might even be allowed to touch, but you’re mine. Your tears are mine, your blood is mine. Your magic, your life is mine.”

Nik’s chin falls to his chest, unable to keep it up any longer. He’s waiting, waiting for the familiar feeling of buzzing under his skin. Of the emptiness that comes with his magic being drained away. The Sorcerer is predictable - is greedy. He wouldn’t leave this opportunity to get such misery tainted blood that he could use on his enemies.

So Nik waits. Wait for the relief that the numbness brings.

He waits, and waits, and breathes and regrets the motion it brings, and waits. But nothing. No relief, no emptiness to take the pain away; even for just a little bit.

“How long do your kind live, I wonder? I’m sure longer than us. Well, normally,” the man chuckles, cupping the boy’s cheek to lift his head. He admires the blood that stains the blindfold, the intricate looking sash that the boy had made. Cute designs.

“How long will you live? Kept in the dark away from your precious trees, your lifeblood being taken from you drip by drip?”

Nik shivered as the man tilted his head side to side. The touch was more invasive than the words. It was nearly impossible to focus, to grasp any information being presented to him. The words themselves didn’t sink in, but the air of possessiveness needed no words.

Nik got the message.

“I’m sure more than long enough. Besides, once I gain more control over these idiots who call themselves Kings I’ll find somewhere better for you. Just as secure, of course. Would you like that? To be kept outside someday?”

The man’s fingers traced the edges of the muzzle and Nik felt himself crumbling. Slowly falling apart; past what he ever thought he could be. Pieces ground into dust under the man’s shoes.

“Who knows; you might even outlive me. Doubtful, but possible. Fear not, little thing, I’d find someone to take you if that happened. There’s power in a weapon that no one else has. Power is using it to keep people in line and fight to get their own hands on it.”

He sighed. “You’ll prolong my life, this I’m sure of. Shame it’ll drain yours, but I’m sure you understand. There’s an order of class, of importance in life. Some things are just not quite as important.”

Nik was crying again. Please. Please take the pain go away. Just for a little bit; please. Please. Take it, take it I don’t want it anymore. Just let me fall asleep, let me escape this if only for a little bit.

The man took no notice of the way the boy in front of him trembled and shook, instead focused on carding through the dark hair. It was dry, graying slowly from the roots. Interesting. Worth getting a sample from later.

He reached back and undid the knot behind the boy’s head, drawing away the blindfold. Nik squeezed his eyes shut in fear. The Sorcerer brushed over his eyes with the pad of his thumb, wiping away the tears and crust that had formed after so long.

“Now, are you ready to behave again?”

Nik whined and nodded the best he could, trying to look up at the man. He didn’t want to see the smirk, the glint of possessiveness in the man’s eyes, but he very much wanted to see something. Anything. Anything at all.

The Sorcerer admired the eyes; a dull yellow instead of the shining, strong gold he saw that first day.

“Good. Then let’s put you back where you belong.”

~

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[notalittlebutalottie]

“You know, the longer you keep staring at her, the creepier you seem”

Thank you for your patience! I hope you like this!

♡ KLAROLINE DRABBLE #58: Sweet Smile♡

The blonde is standing upright, her shoulders back, and a smile on display as she takes part in conversation after conversation. Klaus catches her look down for a moment, her chest rising and falling in a sigh, but she’s quick to plaster on that same, polite expression when she’s greeted by another town resident. Klaus can’t help but watch her. After eight months in Mystic Falls, he has yet to find any admirable qualities. Most seem to be born there, live there and inevitably die there. He and his siblings were dragged.

“She’s pretty. Outfit’s a little garish,” Rebekah comments with her nose expertly raised. She’s covering a glass of champagne under her arm as she slumps onto the stone bench beside him; the parents in Mystic Falls are much more pedantic about the ‘legal drinking age’ than their own. “Who is she?”

Klaus takes a moment to consider his answer. He’s been eavesdropping more than he would care to admit and his younger sister is nothing but a gloat. “Caroline Forbes. The new sheriff’s daughter,” he finally answers and crosses one foot over the other.

He can see Rebekah smirking from the corner of his eye. She makes no allowances in her comment, “You know, the longer you keep staring at her, the creepier you seem.” She finally brings out her glass and takes a short sip.

He shifts his jaw and his eyes narrow as he replies, “And the more you talk, the more I long to slam my head into this table.” Caroline is glancing around aimlessly, her arms folded over her yellow sundress. He’s quick to clear his throat and look elsewhere when her gaze passes their way.

“So you don’t want me to befriend her and suggest how wonderful you are?” Rebekah asks, smug as ever. She brings her nails up to inspect them as she waits for his reply. Despite her divisive personality, she has had no trouble fitting in as a freshman, though it hasn’t been without bloodshed; a number of girls would happily see her head on a pike.

It’s only then Klaus throws a look towards his sister, a gentle smile spreading on his lips. “By all means, talk away,” he replies and holds a hand out.

“Thought so,” Rebekah snorts. She places the champagne flute in his grasp and settles her palms back onto the bench. She tilts her head and joins him in his observation. “She’s probably a cheerleader,” she comments, leaning in to taunt him, “id est out of your league.”

“Glad to see you’re enjoying Latin so thoroughly,” he murmurs into the glass before sipping. It tastes cheap but it’s the only thing being served aside from water.

“It passes the time.” Rebekah shrugs and picks herself up off the bench. He furrows his brows at her and she grins. She then scurries across the lawn, calling out, “Mother, who’s your new friend?”

In his moment of distraction, he has missed their own mother approaching Caroline and her mother. Caroline’s eyes grow wide as Rebekah joins them but she looks relieved, finally offering a smile that he could only wish to provoke, himself. His sister is undoubtedly and dramatically complimenting her dress as Caroline looks down and grips the fabric under her thumbs. It’s not a minute longer and they’re now looking at him. He feels his body sit upright all of a sudden and scrambles to place the champagne flute on the edge of the bench.

“Nik, this is Caroline. She’s a senior, too!” Rebekah’s uncharacteristically shrill voice rings out. She’s got Caroline hooked by the arm and is tugging her over to the bench. “Isn’t it lovely that you have so much in common already?”

Up close, Caroline is mesmerising. Her lashes flutter and her lips part but she eventually hurries out her greeting, “Hi! I’m sure we’ll be in lots of classes together, Nik.” Her blush lips form the perfect smile and she waves with an energy he has never been capable of.

“Call me Klaus.”

Caroline stares and her brows knit closely together. She twists to say, “Didn’t you just—” but Rebekah has already occupied herself with hunting for another drink.

“They’re both nicknames,” he informs her in a matter-of-fact manner when she turns back to him.

“That’s funny!” she says all of a sudden and descends into a nervous fit of giggles. It’s nothing short of hypnotising and he’s absolutely sure his senior year will no longer be as dull as anticipated. When he doesn’t reciprocate she fumbles out an explanation, “You know...Nik...nickname...” He wants to laugh but she’s so blindingly sunny in her disposition that his face is like stone. Her cheeks flush and she settles on the space left by Rebekah. “So, anyway, do you play football?”

He can feel himself shrinking inward, can’t stop himself from the brittle way he replies, “I think that would make me a traitor.”

Her eyes go wide and her smile stretches awkwardly. “Right!” she exclaims with another laugh. “What do you do around here for fun, then?” When she asks the simple question, he knows his luck is about to run out. They might enjoy a lengthy conversation but come Monday, she’ll find out he isn’t apart of the crowd she belongs to and inevitably cut ties. It’s better, he decides, not to delude himself with the idea of her friendship or anything of the sort.

So instead, he picks up the glass of champagne beside him and takes a swig. He doesn’t offer any eye contact in his dry reassurance, “I’m not sure fun is entirely possible in Mystic Falls but you’ll fit right in if that’s what you’re worried about.“

“Excuse me?” Her sweet voice turns sour so easily in his presence; it’s a refreshing sound.

“You know...” he swirls the champagne around and his dull voice continues on, “cheerleaders...jocks...the whole prom committee farce.” He lazily turns his head her way and takes in her blank expression.

Caroline scoffs out a laugh and her eyes seem to light up with irritation. He can’t bring himself to look away from the enigmatic blue staring right at him. She raises her index finger and admonishes him, “I resent ‘farce’. Extracurriculars are important for—“

“Building character?” he answers innocently, eyebrows jumping at her.

She gives him a dead-eyed stare. “Yes, actually,” she eventually says, tossing a lock of hair over her shoulder. “Maybe if you joined one, you would know.”

His smirk is on show, dimples sinking into his cheeks, and he leans in to murmur, “Bold of you to assume I give a shit, love.”

“Would it be so bad if you did?” she asks without a single thought. It’s all the more amusing to him that she doesn’t pull back, only maintains the distance between them. “You could actually enjoy yourself.”

He rolls his eyes and sets down the glass once again. “Highly unlikely.”

Caroline crosses her arms over her chest and tests the gap. “Wanna bet?” her words are hush but awfully enticing.

His whole body stalls and an amused breath escapes him. “Pardon?”

“Try out for football.”

His features twist; the very thought of him running around the muddy school field, embarrassing himself in front of hundreds of people, is laughable. “Why on earth would I do that?”

Caroline’s eyes flicker down his frame and he suddenly feels as though he is the one display. When her eyes reach his again, her lips twitch. She lets out a gentle sigh and laments, “Because you need an extracurricular and I need someone to cheer for.” And with that, she shrugs and rises from the bench.

He watches her as she strolls across the lawn to meet her mother, sure that if he looks away she’ll disappear from his sight. Perhaps trying out for the team wouldn’t be so horrendous.

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[princess-of-the-worlds]

tldr: As of this October, it has officially been one year since I first watched Torchwood and started reading fics. Although I didn’t start writing my own fics until March 2020, I have written...like a lot of fics in the past seven months. But I wanted to celebrate my favorite fics by other people. So here is Part 1 of probably several eventual fic rec posts. These are what I consider fandom staples.

To The Sticking Place by zephyras13 

The end justifies the means. Failure is not an option. There is always a choice, except when there isn't. These are the phrases Ianto Jones lives by and he refuses to allow anyone, even Captain Jack Harkness, to change that. Jack/Ianto, AU, Torchwood One Agent!Ianto.

(janto & others | complete | mature | 96K)

Nik: I legitimately cannot explain why I love this fic so much other than the fact it is so great! It was one of the first fics I read, and I still adore it. It follows canon so well while making you feel very range of the emotion spectrum. The author’s take on Ianto is so complexly-written but still feels true to the canonical Ianto. Literally one of the first fics I’d rec to anyone new to fandom. A must read.

only fools fall by transjackianto

“Oh my god,” he gasps out when his laughter has died down to softer chuckles, “I am so glad I stuck around to hear that.  Thank you Jack, I needed to laugh today. Now if you’ll excuse me,” he pushes back from the table for the third time but Jack stops him again with a hand over his own. It is a softer touch than before and that unnerves Ianto more than anything.

He looks up, terrified he’s going to see some kind of earnest emotion on Jack’s face.  When he finds Jack looking instead like he swallowed a handful of pins he relaxes. He’s not sure he could handle finding out Jack had some kind of ridiculous unrequited crush on him.

“I know,” Jack groans, dropping Ianto’s hand and letting his head thunk against where his arms are crossed on the table, “I want to punch myself just for saying it, but I mean it Ianto. I need you to be my boyfriend.”

-

Aka, Ianto just wants to make it through his summer as a newly single sixth form graduate and eagerly await the end when his ex comes back from her summer trip and they can reunite.

His ex-friend Jack Harkness throws a wrench into the works.

(janto, lisaianto, & others | complete | mature | 182K)

Nik: Okay, so I’m a tiny bit biased with this one considering that the author is my friend whom I adore and also one of my favorite people in this fandom. And I...also betaed this entire fic. But take it from me! It’s so, so well-written and the shift from enemies to lover is so perfect. There is angst, oh so much angst, but it is worth it. Plus, it’s incredibly hot! And I know the author has eventual plans for a sequel, although no promises when it’s coming. Another must read!

Halfway Back by Sholio (@sholiofic)

Team Torchwood run a sanctuary for magical creatures, and this time they've got a basilisk on their hands.

(gen | complete | teen | 13K)

Nik: Okay, so literally anything by Sholio is perfect. They have an incredible grasp of the team dynamic that still blows my mind, and their fics have topnotch Owen-Ianto interactions. But I chose this fic because the premise felt like almost nothing I’d read in this fandom before. Plus, there is still the requisite amount of Owen angst in this. (Also check out The Cartography of Feeling, which is another personal favorite.)

Conversational Japanese, Plus Frogs by james

Tosh and Ianto have been taken prisoner. They cope.

(janto | complete | teen | 6K)

Nik: One of the older, shorter recs on this list but still a classic. A fascinating in-depth character study of Ianto and Tosh and their friendship in confined quarters that also explores the trauma that follows some of Torchwood’s misadventures. I don’t think I can say much else besides urging you to read it!

Sharkreef (Or, Why Torchwood Was Set in Cardiff and Not the Bermuda Triangle) by queenfanfiction

There is the story of a team who tried to save Earth from aliens. This is not that story.

(janto & many, many others | complete | teen | 2K)

Nik: Look, I know that some will actually despise that I included this rec, but this fic is ICONIC. It’s cracky, yes. Cracky crack. Very crack. But it’s also legitimately one of the strangest/whackiest/what-the-fuck fics I’ve ever read. It always startles a genuine laugh out of me. It has all of our favorite tropes...coupled with some lobsters. (Sidenote: This reminds me of John Mulaney/SNL’s Diner Lobster sketch, which I also encourage you to watch.)

Insignificant Other by parachutewoman 

Ianto is tasked with telling Rhys that his newly wedded wife has ditched him to go to London with Jack on a “very important mission”. Refusing to have his day ruined, Rhys drags Ianto along to the Six Nations final and the two ‘other halves’ try to make sense of their place in the world and their partners’ lives.

(janto & gwenrhys | complete | mature | 6K)

Nik: Ianto-Rhys friendship content is something that is severely lacking in this fandom, which is a damn shame. You can see from COE that Rhys seems to genuinely care about Jack and Ianto, which I presume is from post-Exit Wounds bonding with his wife’s coworkers. And I know that the audiobook Ghost Train has a lot of good Ianto-Rhys bonding, although I just haven’t had the time to listen to it yet. Either way, this fic, and the other fics by this author, are very well-written and beautiful. This one, set circa S2, has just the right amount of angst mixed in as well as you watched Ianto go from reluctantly accompanying Rhys to actually enjoying himself. I definitely enjoyed this fic.

Beast Inside by Flamingbluepanda (@flamingbluepanda)

"Argue with anything else, but don’t argue with your own nature.” - Phillip Pullman

Inside us all, there is an animal that expresses our soul. How would the world change were those animals outside?

(janto & others | complete | mature | 26K)

Nik: Admittedly, this one is also a bit biased because the author is my friend and I am their loyal occasional beta, but I started reading it before I met the author. Although daemons do come from His Dark Materials, they have become a sort of AU on their own, and thus, you do not need to have read HDM to read this excellent fic. I definitely have not. There is angst, there is fluff, there is canon compliance. And there is Dai. Dai, Rhys’s corgi daemon, is probably not the one you would expect to steal the show, but he stole my heart. (I mean, Navi and Emma, Jack’s bear daemon and Ianto’s terrier daemon, adorable respectively...but Dai!) Expect to fall in love with Dai by ths end of this fic!

To Let by Amand_r

Ianto Jones is a good housemate.

(janto & lisaianto | complete | not rated | 12K)

Nik: Now this fic is a little bit different from the rest because it is not only second person POV but is also outside POV, which makes it slightly odd to read at first. But I can assure you, it is most definitely worth it. Ianto’s unnamed housemate makes for an interesting perspective into Ianto’s personal and domestic life as well as exploring his relationship with Jack. His housemate, of course, doesn’t remain one-sided, with loss and love and life of his own, but you can tell that his bond with Ianto is genuine. This fic provides a nice break from the explicit canon while still exploring familiar events.

Your Job Knows What It Is by ShastaFirecracker

Torchwood Three, 2045. Bram Hudson's just been recruited by Jack Harkness, it's xir first day of work, and orientation is being handled by some old man named Jones.

(janto | complete | gen | 9K)

Nik: Okay, I lied. This fic is outsider POV as well, but Bram is so well-written and complex even from the short while we have with xem. As an alternate to the previous fic, this one provides great, interesting exploration into a future, slightly different Torchwood while also serving as a COE fix-it fic. Older Ianto is just as badass as when he was younger, and the insights into his relationship with Jack are sweet and will leave you craving more.

Worrisome Heart by thepsychicclam

It's 1922. Ianto accidentally stumbles upon a speakeasy owned by Captain Jack Harkness. When Ianto becomes a bartender, he quickly learns how dangerous everything around him truly is, and more importantly, how dangerous Jack is. But the longer he knows Jack, the more he doesn't care.

(janto | complete | explicit | 42K)

Nik: This fic, this series in fact, is one of the only complete Historical AUs I have found in this fandom. Set in 1922 New York, it features all our beloved characters as completely human and sans Torchwood and aliens, which - of course - means that they can feel a bit OOC at first. Still, as you read on through this fic and its three sequels, you will realize just how well adopted the events and characterization from canon are. If you going in thinking of this as original work rather than fic, it might help you adjust to the differences. Quite well-written!

Intersecting Geodesics by NancyBrown

Stuck in a time with a Jack who hasn't met him yet, all Ianto wants is a way home.

(janto & jackjohn | complete | mature | 37K)

Nik: There are numerous “Ianto gets sent into the future by the Rift or an artifact and meets past!Jack” fics existing in this fandom, but this is one of my favorites. For one, it’s written by the incomparable author who has many, many excellent fics that I like. (Their smut is seriously topnotch, especially for some of your kinkier tastes if said tastes exist.) The distanced younger Jack provides just the right amount of angst, and his eventual fall for Ianto is built-up just enough to work believably. The resolution is satisfying enough, and the author has a few other fics in this series to keep you going! 

For Captain and Cardiff by blackhemlock

"At midnight, a nationwide security alert was sent out... Torchwood London, demands all agencies' cooperation in issuing an arrest warrant for Ianto Merric Jones, 24, of Cardiff."

Torchwood Three's Archivist has gone rogue. But, he does have a very good reason, and he looks stunning in his new suit.

(janto & tenjack | complete | gen | 42K)

Nik: Admittedly, I will often be picky in my fics featuring the Tenth Doctor because of how he mistreated Jack, but this fic features a true-to-canon portrayal of Ianto and the Doctor that I adore. It does well in building up your expectations of Ianto and the Doctor’s encountering and then subverting it. There is also good room for Jack-Ianto angst, which only adds to my enjoyment of the fic. I don’t necessarily know how to explain it, but this fic also feels sleek and modern despite its timey-wimey elements.

What Dreams May Come by AVAAntares (@avaantares)

It's bad enough that a plague of alien parasites have fallen through the rift and are preying on Cardiff's citizens. It's worse that someone from Jack's past has come from the future to confront him on Earth. But when Jack himself is taken by the rift, Ianto and Gwen are forced to rely on the most unlikely of allies to keep Torchwood running without him.

Stranded in another century on a distant planet, Jack has only one hope of returning to Earth. But time travel with the Doctor has never been an exact science, and when he returns to Cardiff, things are not at all as he expects to find them...

(janto | complete | teen | 88K)

Nik: Honestly, I think one of my favorite parts of this fic may be the inclusion of an OC, Jamiya Thane, AKA Jack’s mother. I’m just a sucker for fandom’s takes on Jack’s canonical family and past as Javic Thane from Boeshane, and this plays into it well. It’s endearing to watch Jack’s found family, especially Ianto, interact with his mother. Also included is a rather brilliant time-travel mystery that will tug at your heartstrings on many levels. Excellent soft Jack-Ianto content in chapters and a creepy use of a one-off Doctor Who creature.

Ghost Story by Mad_Maudlin

I called out. "Would you like to hear a ghost story?"

For a moment Jack didn't move, and I knew he'd recognized my voice. After a moment he said, flatly, "I don't believe in ghosts."

"It's a complicated story," I admitted, and pulled the watch from my pocket by the chain. "And it starts with 'Long ago and far away.'"

(janto | complete | teen | 70K)

Nik: This fic! I passed this fic many times on my search for new fics to read, and the summary always threw me a bit, but when I decided to take a chance on it, I realized what I’d been missing out on. There’s so many fics in this fandom, and on this list, that take familiar tropes but twist them into something new, just like this fic. Without giving too much away, I can say that this fic features Time Lords, pocket watches, shifting POVs, and a COE fix-it, all packed with a brow-raising plot twist. It’s enough to make me forgive the first person POV, which I can usually not stand but actually works quite well for this fic! A fic worth reading at least once, if not many times. It feels so utterly unique!

Time Tracks by Cyborgtamaki (@cyborgtamaki) and thirteeninafez (@thirteeninafez)

It took him a second to realise what had happened; what had felt like hours while travelling through the rift shrunk itself in his head to a mere instant of searing gold. That’s when the flicker of the fire in front of him finally registered through his confused daze. In his haste to get away from the flames around him, he slipped and fell, scrambling back until he was a safe distance away from the smoke and the heat. It was only then that he took notice of the voices behind him. He turned towards the noise of a deep, northern voice spluttering and saying, confused and almost angry: “Who the hell are you?” The man rolled over onto his knees and stood up, looking around like he’d never seen a street before. “Jones.” He sounded uncertain but then spoke again with more confidence. “Ianto Jones.”

(janto & ninerose | complete | teen | 174K)

Nik: There’s many “Ianto travels with the Ninth Doctor and Rose” fics in this fandom, but this one is the longest, most recent, and one of the most excellent that I’ve read. The authors have written in-depth chapters of the Doctor Who Season 1 episodes we already know and adore as well as adding their own unique “episodes,” all of which are deeply enjoyable. There is excellent character interactions, specifically a wonderful Rose-Ianto friendship, and so much soft Jack-Ianto. The authors have, personally, promised several more installments coming by the end of the year or later, and they are sure to be worth the wait!

Club Wales by pocky_slash

In the wake of Jack's disappearance, Gwen finds comfort in a new friendship with Ianto. Gossip, bonding, and other hijinks of understanding ensue.

(gwenrhys & janto | complete | teen | 19K)

Nik: This author is single-handedly a Gwen-Ianto dynamic icon. Their grasp on Gwen and Ianto’s respective characterization is brilliant, and their friendship in this fic, and any fic the author writes, is well-fleshed out and believable enough for the moments we only really see on-screen briefly in the show. This fic, and overall series, serves as a compelling insight into how the team originally views Jack and how Gwen and Ianto grow closer. Gwen truly was one of Ianto’s big sister figures, which is excellently reflected in this fic. A must read!

Just this once by Beleriandings (@ultraviolet-eucatastrophe)

(Everybody lives.)

(Or: when a certain Doctor arrives to save Owen Harper from a stricken nuclear power station, it begins a chain of events that will lead Torchwood Three down a very different path. From time locks and telepathy to tea and coffee, high-speed chases to unresolved sibling issues, their new lives (and new and old loves) may be different, but their bonds of friendship and family grow stronger every day. But when every child on earth starts speaking with one voice, the team are torn apart again as they’re forced to fight for their lives, and to confront monsters they’d thought they’d left behind in the past. But with all of them working together – along with some allies they’ve made along the way – Torchwood Three will stop at nothing to save their friends and set the world to rights. The consequences will ripple out across the universe and into the distant future. But they have to start somewhere, and the present is as good a place as any.)

(janto & others | complete | teen | 239K)

Nik: Many fics are post-Exit Wounds and COE fix-its, at the same time, but dare I say that this one is the best? (Or one of the best at least.) The Tenth Doctor receives his own iconic “Everybody lives” moment, but that is only where this fic BEGINS. This beautiful monster, which I mean in the very best sense considering its length, traverses Exit Wounds, COE, and slightly Miracle Day and gives everyone a happy ending. In addition, the author, another friend of mine, I’ll be honest, manages to redeem and humanize Gray in a way I didn’t think possible, but I actually found myself liking him. This is definitely a must, must read, especially if you’re new to the fandom or just finished having your heart thrown out.

The Stars Might Stick You Where You Stand by methylethyl 

Following the fall of Torchwood One, Jack Harkness went to ask Torchwood Three for a job. He didn’t expect to fall a little bit in love with its director, the practical and ever-calm Ianto Jones. He also probably didn’t expect that Ianto Jones would end up holding the answers to his most precious secret.

(janto | complete | explicit | 20K)

Nik: I’ll be honestly - I’m a sucker for role reversal AUs in any fandom, and this is one fic I see rarely mentioned or recced, which I think is a damn shame. It is definitely in my top five fics; I adore it so much. Jack is cast in the role of Ianto, gunning for a job at Torchwood Three after the fall of Canary Wharf. His “Lisa” is his desperate, life-long search for his brother Gray who was taken by Torchwood when they were both children. Ianto is, obviously, the immortal director of Torchwood Three, but what makes him even more compelling is the lack of direct reference to his AU past. We don’t know who this Ianto Jones was before he, like Jack, arrived in Cardiff in the 1800s, newly-immortal and ensnared into working for Torchwood. Instead, this fic, and series, focuses on a stretch of episodes from Season 1 intermingled with elements from Season 2, as well as subverting the expected team relationships. Jack and Ianto are believably different but still realistic in their characterization, and look, I adore this AU, which I’ve already said. A personal favorite and must read!

Cling to the Ways of My Name by engagemythrusters ( @iianto-jones)

If Ianto Jones thought his legacy would die out with him in Thames House, he was dead wrong.

(janto & gwenrhys | complete | teen | 37K)

Nik: Hopefully, you’ve already read this fic by now. If not, may I dare ask what you’ve been doing with your life? This is one of my favorite fics of all-time in this fandom, as well as my favorite kidfic ever. It’s so well-written and just so damn unique. I cannot capture in words what makes it so special, although I will try. Ioan Jones is the sweetest janto baby ever, and I love him with all my heart. Jack’s adventures raising Ioan are just so endearing, and later installments, which feature Ianto, serve to satisfy the domestic Jack-Ianto as parents craving you might not even have known you had. There’s just so many little details about this fic I love, including but not limited to - Jack’s found family in the Joneses, Ioan-Anwen friendship, and Ioan loving blue. A definite must read fic to give you the serotonin you need.

Waking Gods by toldthestars 

Why are Ianto's dreams coming true? What's in the box with the symbol on it? Oh, and while we're at it, what's the meaning of the life?

(janto | complete | not rated | 7K)

Nik: This fic is another one with a completely unique premise in this fandom. In fact, there is only one other fic I’ve read that even gives me similar “vibes” for this fic. Here, Ianto suddenly finds himself gaining powerful, unexplainable abilities, essentially becoming a god, and oh my, this is excellent. Ianto is just trying to do good in the world, and the team’s growing fear and distrust of him and his power really sucker-punches you straight in the heart. It’s all so beautifully-written, with powerful imagery that left me awe-struck. The janto angst is oh-so-excellent. Reading this fic for the first time is an experience that I don’t believe can be replicated. 

fool me once, fool me twice by princessoftheworlds (aka me)

When, after the events at the House of the Dead, the Rift spits Ianto out on an alien planet a thousand years later, so begins a goose chase that will take him across the universe and across time until he finds Jack again.

(janto & others | complete | explicit | 52K)

Nik: What kind of fic writer would I be if I created a list of fic recs for Torchwood and did not include one of my own? I consider this fic my masterpiece. The House of the Dead!Ianto get sucked through the Rift and spat out across time and space, turned into another fixed point, as he begins his search for Jack. I don’t know if I can say much else without it sounding like bragging, but it features - in no particular order - a happy ending for one, Ianto getting some badass adventures of his own, a sorta redemption arc for John Hart, numerous references to Big Finish, and too many spinoffs with more to come! Give it a shot, why don’t you?

[lady-salvatore]

Never, Ever

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Desc.: The 1920’s were the time of your life, and you met the love of your life. But he disappeared. Then, on your wedding day, Klaus came back.

Notes: I’m sooo willing to do a part two on this that it’s not even funny. Y’all let me know if that’s something you’re interested in! (And who the reader should end up with >:D)

Dancing.

Klaus danced with you all night that last night, spinning and sipping champagne and laughing and watching you have the time of your life.

In those days, you were the only thing he loved more than himself.

“Love, it looks like you need to go home soon,” he laughed at your drunken state.

You threw your arms around his shoulders. “I’m never going home, Nik. Never, ever.”

“Never, ever it is,” he replied, spinning you again.

You laughed, and it was the most joyous sound in the world.

Nothing could have changed the way he felt about you that night. He wanted to spend his life with you, travel the world, and spend forever loving you.

Until he heard whispers of Mikael.

Of course, he had to run. He had to compel Stefan to forget, he had to get Rebekah out of there no matter what it took.

But what of you? Would you live life without him, or a life on the run from Mikael? He could almost see it... domesticity. A little house, your sweet voice humming, love filling every inch of your home together.

But he knew it was a fantasy. It was a fantasy if it was with him, anyway. You could have that life with someone else. But if that life was with Klaus, it wouldn’t be long before Mikael ruined it, like everything else he touched.

“Nik!” you whispered, tears staining your cheeks. “What’s going on? I can’t find Rebekah! I can’t find Stefan!”

Klaus cradled your face in his hands, making his decision. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered. He soaked it in, as it would be the last time he’d ever hear it.

He looked deep into your eyes. “(Y/N), you never met me, or Rebekah, here. You’ve never seen our faces. You danced with Stefan, and the two of you had the best times of your lives.”

“The best time of my life,” you repeated, as his hands pulled away from you.

Klaus left quickly, leaving you with only Stefan. He couldn’t look back. If he did, he’d never leave.

Never, ever.

-

Years passed by quickly. You and Stefan grew closer, and you eventually fell for him. You couldn’t quite remember when it all happened. You just woke up one day, Stefan in the next room of the Salvatore Boarding House, and never wanted him anywhere else but by your side.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, watching as Bonnie and Elena giggled, doing your hair.

“You’re about to be a married woman!” Bonnie said, shaking her head. “I can’t believe it.”

Elena sighed dreamily. “I love weddings. Let’s just hope everything goes to plan.”

“With Caroline planning, it will,” you said, more to assure yourself than her. A pit of dread rested in your stomach. You loved Stefan, of course, but wedding jitters were coursing through you with a vengeance.

“Uh oh,” Elena said. You looked up in the mirror to see her raising an eyebrow. “That looks like regret.”

“What? Never, ever regret,” you told her, shaking your head. Bonnie sighed and cast a soft glare at you— you’d messed up the braid she was putting in your hair. “Sorry, Bon. But, no, it’s not regret. I love Stefan. I mean, I’ve known him for a century. I can’t imagine life without him.”

“But?” Elena asked, once again with that eyebrow.

You sighed a resignation. “I just can’t help but feel like it’s not over yet.”

“What’s not over?” Bonnie asked.

“Our story,” you muttered, sighing. “Mine and Stefan’s. Marriage is usually the happily ever after. It’s the end. It’s the tying up of loose ends, the last hurrah, it’s-“

“A trope in a fairytale,” Bonnie replied, looking at you seriously. “(Y/N), marriage isn’t the end of the story. You and Stefan still have the rest of your lives together-“

“Forever together,” Elena corrected.

“Right. Forever,” Bonnie said. “So, this isn’t the end of the story. It’s the beginning.”

“Ah, I’m gonna cry!” Elena said, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. “After today, Stefan will be your husband.”

Husband, you thought. It was beautiful. It fit Stefan perfectly. That title was his.

But your life was starting to feel like it belonged to someone else.

-

Klaus hadn’t gotten an invitation.

Not that he was owed one. You were strangers, even if he’d watched over you all these years. But he was always too scared to come back, too scared of Mikael. Too scared to face you.

You were happy, he tried to remind himself. You were happy and in love and you were living life like Klaus always dreamed you would.

Klaus stood outside the venue, caressed a sheer white curtain at the door. How he’d love to see you in your dress.

“What are you doing here?” Caroline asked him.

He turned halfway. “Hello, love. Who was in charge of invitations? I’m assuming mine was lost.”

Caroline glared at him. “(Y/N) was in charge of them. Apparently the bride didn’t want you here.”

That awful, nagging jealousy once again tugged at his heart. He couldn’t help it from showing on his face.

Caroline sighed. “Why are you here?”

“I love weddings,” Klaus lied. “Please, just let me come in.”

“Nothing’s stopping you,” Caroline replied. “But if you ruin this wedding, so help me-“

“I know,” Klaus smirked. “You’ll try to kill me.”

“I will kill you if this wedding is ruined,” Caroline said with a glare. “Make no mistake.”

“Got it, love,” Klaus replied, and took a seat in the back row.

Guests filed in the room, music started up, and Klaus was amazed and overwhelmed. The golden chandelier, golden lights, elegance and decadence...

Klaus’s heart swelled. It was remarkably reminiscent of the 1920s. After all these years, was she thinking about me?

Stefan stood at the front of the room, staring anxiously at the doors you would come out of. Klaus wondered if Stefan realized he was the luckiest man alive.

The flower girl came by, throwing red roses. Klaus had gotten you a dozen of them, once.

Then, the bridal party and groomsmen. Your maid of honor, Elena, and the best man, Damon. Bonnie and Jeremy. Caroline and Tyler.

And then, after an agonizing moment that seemed like forever, you came through the doors.

Your dress was perfect. It hugged your waist tantalizingly, and the train dragged against the floor you walked on. Klaus felt that way after all these years— so close, so far. Tears pricked at his eyes.

Alaric Saltzman walked you down the aisle. Your own father was long passed, and Alaric was the closest thing you had. This, Klaus knew.

If you were marrying Klaus, Elijah would have asked to walk you. Ever the noble brother. Klaus lost moments as he fantasized you walking down the aisle to him.

The preacher was just saying, “Speak now or forever hold your peace,” when Klaus came back down to earth.

“Stop,” he said suddenly, stepping into the aisle with tears in his eyes. “Stop everything.”

You looked back at him in horror and reached for Stefan, looked to Stefan for comfort.

“I compelled memories away from you,” Klaus said, the truth spilling out of his lips. “From both of you. (Y/N), you can’t marry him without knowing the truth.”

You tightened your grip on Stefan. “Klaus, I-“

“Remember,” he compelled. Then, Stefan. “Remember.”

Memories flashed before your eyes. Dancing, Klaus, roses, parties. Never, ever.

“Nik,” you whispered. “Oh, God.”

“Is anybody gonna tell the rest of us what’s going on here?” Damon asked, looking around.

You turned to your almost-brother-in-law. “We knew him. The twenties. Nik, we-“

“You are the love of my life,” he whispered, grasping your hand in his.

“A lifetime ago!” you said, but didn’t pull away from him. You were confused. All of your feelings for him were rushing back, but Stefan-

“I loved you then, and I love you the same now,” Klaus pleaded. “Don’t you remember?”

“Yes, I remember, but I-“ Tears flooded your eyes now. “Nik, why’d you do this? You left me a century ago, why now?”

“I’d never forgive myself if I let you get married to another man without saying my peace,” Klaus muttered.

You glanced to Stefan. “Did you know?”

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t. Not until now. I just... ow, it hurts to get your memories compelled back.”

Klaus’s eyes were teary. “Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll go. I’ll never, ever come back.”

“Never, ever,” you whispered, your voice catching in your throat. That night started coming back to you, all of it... the dancing, the moonlight, and Mikael coming back. The horror of being left behind.

You glanced to Stefan, to Klaus.

“I can’t... I can’t do any of this,” you whispered. “I can’t just pretend that none of this matters. Because I love you,” you said to Stefan, “and I loved you,” to Klaus. “I need a little time.”

“Of course, love,” Klaus said, looking at you like a blind man seeing a sunset for the first time.

Stefan wrapped a protective arm around your waist. “Take as much time as you need.”

You looked to them, to both of them, and then to the room full of people expecting a wedding they wouldn’t get.

“Well,” Damon said, miraculously having a glass of champagne and sipping it. “This just got interesting.”

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Hell to Pay: Chapter Fifty-One

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, IX, IX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XVIIII, XXX, XXXI, XXXII, XXXIII, XXXIV, XXXV, XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII, XXXIX, XL, XLI, XLII, XLIII, XLIV, XLV, XLVI, XLVII, XLVIII, XLIX, XLX

cowritten by @lux-scriptum

A/N: Happy Holidays fuckers

A/N: also trigger warning for Nik's pos dad, and,,,,, nah i think that's it. Enjoy <3

Not a day after Lev was officially banished, Biela showed up. She was brisk, not even giving Lev the chance to acknowledge the two people she’d brought along. He was to be on house arrest, enforced by a spell that the witch she’d brought along would place on him. The fact that he was allowed up to fifty feet away from the house caught him by surprise; he’d fully expected to be confined to the inside. At least this way he could follow the kids in the pool or out into the yard, though Biela had made it clear he wasn’t to be outside alone.

She’d concluded this meeting by warning Lev that the house arrest would last until he proved he wasn’t a security risk. That meant Lev needed to learn how to defend himself, to Biela’s standards.

Lev understood. There was no third chance. If Lev got killed by a demon, it’d be detrimental to Cameron’s functioning. Not to mention Lev wasn’t sure how he’d handle being kidnapped by one. All of that aside he did want to know how to protect his children.

Biela had left with the witch when it was all done. The man she’d brought, who Lev learned was her brother Caius, stuck around long enough to exchange a few words with them, though Lev got the feeling it was more to get a good feel for who Lev was as a person than anything else.

Once all that was done and over with, Lev realized he still had a full day. Cameron had Eden, and Lev didn’t have the energy to fight him while Cameron reestablished his schedule. Instead, Lev ventured downstairs, something else on his mind.

He found Sazra in her room, like he’d expected. He knocked on the doorway when she didn’t look up right away, but having her silver eyes pinning him in place didn’t exactly put him at ease.

“Hi,” he said lamely, unsure of where to start.

“Can I help you?” she clipped out.

“I hope so,” Lev said, trying not to fidget. “I wanted to ask you about suppressants. I don’t know if demon suppressants will work for me, or if I need to get angelic suppressants, but-”

“And you’re asking me why?”

Lev blinked. “Because you’re a healer?” He said hesitantly. “I figured you out of everyone in the house would know about the way I’d react to demonic suppressants.”

Sazra lifted a brow. “Why would you think that when you think your healing is superior to mine?”

Oh. Lev fidgeted for a moment, before, “I’m not versed in medicine,” he started, and then hesitated. “If I’ve offended you...” He trailed off, looking for the right words. “It’s what I was taught,” he finally said, honestly. “And I never stopped to check my bias. I just parroted what I've been told for my entire life. I didn’t think about it at all.”

“I can see that. It’s rather arrogant of you.”

Lev didn’t think he’d ever been called arrogant before in his life. She wasn’t wrong though. “I’m sorry,” he finally said. “It was.”

“Hm.” She thrummed her long nails against the wooden table, but didn’t offer any more words other than that.

Lev stared at her for a long time, unsure of what to say. In the end, he said simply, “Can I try to make amends? I was out of line.”

Her nails clicked on the table. “I’ll help you. Not because you apologized, but because Cameron is my boss and I owe him my life. Anything else?”

“No,” Lev said. “Thank you.” He paused halfway out the door, and turned back. “I haven’t had a heat in about a month and a half. If that helps anything?”

“I am aware. You can go now.”

Lev took that dismissal and slipped back upstairs.

---

After some searching, Lev found Nik in the back with Eden. He had her in the pool, in a cute black swimsuit with pink polka dots and ruffles. Eden was screaming happily as she splashed Nik. Lev padded to the edge of the pool, sitting down and dropping his feet in the water.

“Hi,” Lev said, smiling slightly.

Nik paddled over, dragging a giggling Eden with him. “I had to put sunscreen on her,” Nik said solemnly. “She probably burns faster than Cameron does.”

“Probably,” Lev agreed. He reached out, patting Nik’s hair. “Nik... do you want to talk about it? Any of it?”

“What part of dragging a screaming infant out to the pool suggests I want to talk about anything?”

Lev shrugged. “I thought I’d offer. We probably should eventually.”

Nik dunked under, though he kept Eden above the water. “Sure.”

“Are you okay?” Lev asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I have you, I have Eden, I have Cameron. Everything is going back to normal.”

“You’re pregnant, I’m exiled, and I told you I lost my pregnancy in the worst way possible.” Lev hesitated. “A lot has happened. And... it’s easier to worry about you than it is to deal with everything right now.”

“Well as you can see, I am the picture of health.”

“Physically, sure,” Lev agreed. “I don’t think anyone in this house is mentally healthy.”

“Hm. Well.” Nik moved Eden to his hip, not even blinking when she smacked his face. “Is that your professional opinion, Doctor Lev? I had not realized you had gotten a psychology degree in Ghost Land.”

“Nik, please,” Lev said softly, but he really didn’t have it in him to fight. In the end, he just gave a small sigh. “Fine. We can talk about it later.”

Nik went back to playing with Eden, so Lev splashed a foot lightly and watched Eden grabbing at the water. Lev would have been content to watch, but Nik grabbed his ankle. “Nik, don-”

Nik yanked Lev in the pool, clothes and all. After sputtering at Nik while Eden shrieked, first in surprise and then in delight, Lev glared at Nik. “I’m dressed.”

“Oh?” Nik said innocently.

Lev swatted his shoulder gently. “You could have let me go find a swimsuit. Now I’m soaked.”

Nik simply hummed. “Yeah... Oh well. Better luck next time.”

Lev huffed, and reached for Eden. “Give her over. I want a turn.”

“Mm. My baby,” Nik said, kissing Eden’s cheek. “Isn’t that right, baby?” Eden shrieked, grabbing at Nik’s hair. “See? All the ladies want me.”

Lev huffed, wading closer. He grabbed Nik’s sleeve when Nik tried to pull back, but was distracted by Cameron appearing.

“Phone,” Cameron said, looking annoyed.

Lev patted his pocket, and then held up the waterlogged device. “Nik pulled me in,” he offered apologetically. He set it down on the side of the pool. “I forgot I had it in my pocket.”

“I’ll get you a new one,” was all Cameron said. “Don’t do that again.”

“Tell Nik to not to pull me in,” Lev mumbled, before looking up at Cameron.

“I’m not his mother. You do it,” was all Cameron had to say before left.

“Yeah,” Nik parroted. “He’s not my mother.”

Lev splashed him and Eden both. Eden screeched, slapping the water herself. A laugh bubbled up, real and genuine. Lev turned away long enough to take off his sopping sweater and drop it beside the ruined phone.

This was worth it, he decided, dropping a kiss on Eden’s cheek. It was worth all of it.

---

Nik spent the next few hours getting a restless Eden under control and unconscious while also wandering around the house. Cameron seemed to be off in his study, doing Cameron Things and Lev was doing Lev Things. He was about to go see if he could bully Cameron into making stuffed peppers, when there was a knock at the doors. He was this close to ignoring it, and letting one of Cameron’s lackeys get it themselves, but he was closest to the door.

When he pulled the doors open, he felt his stomach drop. He had no idea why his father of all people decided to stand right in front of him, with that irritatingly neutral look on his face, especially in Demonic Territory. But he was. “Papi.”

Az’ril looked Nik up and down slowly enough Nik folded his arms over his chest, trying to hide his stomach out of sheer self-consciousness. Though it was completely useless and they both knew it. “You are pregnant.”

Nik felt heat rise in his face. “It’s Cameron’s,” he said, instantly.

“Hm.” He looked past Nik for only a second before saying, “Are you going to let me in?”

Nik took a wordless step back and to the side. There was no point in arguing, not when he was pregnant and he wasn’t going to risk the safety of either himself or his baby just when he decided he was going to keep the little leech who decided to continuously steal his food.

His father wasn’t even two steps in the house before both Cameron and Lev decided to come into the hallway from two separate directions.

Well that was just fantastic.

“Az’ril,” Cameron said, mildly. “To what do I owe this unannounced visit?”

Az’ril’s golden brown eyes flicked Cameron’s way. “I was not aware that I needed an invitation or to announce myself to visit my youngest.”

Cameron lifted a brow and stopped right behind Nik, close enough Nik could almost feel Cameron’s body heat. “How would you be aware when you do not ask? Or visit in the last year or so, but I digress.”

Lev stopped next to Nik and tried to take his hand. Nik only shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and said nothing. Az’ril’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but completely dismissed Cameron and turned his full attention back to Nik. “Let’s speak. Alone.”

“Nik,” Lev said, quietly.

He could feel Cameron’s gaze on him, letting him take the lead on however Nik wanted to move forward. Nik only lifted a shoulder. “Yeah, sure. I think we can find a room.”

He shouldered past Lev, without so much as a glance, aware his father was right on his heel without needing to be told to follow. He found the nearest office space and went in, immediately going to open the windows when he heard the door click behind him.

“So,” Nik said, leaning against the wall, with his arms folded over himself once more. “You wanted to talk…?”

Az’ril made himself at home by sitting in the desk chair. He glanced around the orderly office, taking note of the very sharp, immaculate furniture. “He seems to have inherited a great deal from his former station,” Az’ril noted.

“Yeah,” Nik said. “I imagine being raped every day for five hundred years, a fancy house was the least they could give him. But what do I know.”

The vaguest look of distaste crossed his father’s features. “Your crassness is bound to lose its charm,” he said, leaning back. “Especially now that you are pregnant. Even if it is with a demon’s spawn, and an illegitimate one at that. That cute attitude isn’t going to get you far much more.”

“I’m sure my cute looks will make up for it,” Nik said.

“We’ll see.”

The tightness in his chest didn’t let up a single bit, if anything it just reached further into his throat, making it that much harder to keep an unruffled appearance. The razor sharp look in his father’s eyes suggested Az’ril was more than aware. And he was unimpressed.

“How does the demon feel about your pregnancy,” Az’ril said. “Doesn’t quite seem the paternal type. As far as I’m aware, demons tend to eat their young.”

Nik chewed on his lip piercing. “He’s fine with it.”

“Is he?”

“That’s what I said,” Nik said, not able to keep the irritability out of his voice. “If you’re wanting a birth announcement, I’ll be sure to ship you one in the post. Is there anything else you wanted?”

“Actually there is,” Az’ril said.

Nik waited expectantly, trying to not squirm under that golden look.

“I do not think your demon is equipt to adequately care for a pregnant angel,” he said. “And I do not wish for a disgraced outcast to be caring for my child.”

Nik blinked. “I- what? Then where, exactly, do you expect me to go?”

“Your rooms are being set up as we speak,” his father replied. “A nursery as well, as you’re obviously keeping the child. Even if it’s part demon, your status is of mine, and I will not be having it or you here any longer. It’s about time you stopped playing house and returned to where you belong.”

“...I belong with Cameron and Lev,” Nik said.

Az’ril stood fast enough that Nik’s spine straightened on sheer instinct. “You need to stop with these convoluted fantasies of yours,” His father said, sharply. “You will come home, even if I have to drag you by your ear to do so. It’s for your own good, Nikolas.”

“But- what about them?”

“They are not my concern.” He crossed the desk. “This is my own fault,” he said. “I gave you too much freedom and left you unchecked and now your inability to take responsibility for any of your actions has led you unmarried, unmated and pregnant. So now, you will be coming home, and you will be letting me take care of you. End of discussion. Are we clear.”

Nik’s eyes trained to the ground. “Yes sir.”

“Better. Now go get your things, because we need to be leaving.”

Nik pushed off the wall and left the office as fast as he could go without sprinting out of the room. He shoved open the bedroom doors and went for the closet. He stopped dead in his tracks outside of it, anxiety clawing at his throat, but he forced himself forward to get his shit so he could get out of here.

“What’s going on?” Nik heard Lev ask from the doorway.

Nik stopped dead in his tracks before resuming once again. “Going home,” was all Nik said, going to toss a few of his jackets onto Cameron’s bed.

“This is home.”

Nik chewed on his bracelet and went back into the closest for more clothes. “Yeah, and so is Tullum. Papi is insistent on me coming home so he can take care of me while I’m pregnant.” He tried to keep the irritability out of his voice. It wasn’t Lev’s fault that Nik’s omega decided to kick into self preservation mode now.

Horrible timing, really.

“He won’t take no for an answer,” Nik said, dropping the rest of his clothes on the bed. “So I’m going home.” He fixed a smile in place. “That’s what’s best for the baby, am I right? Got to get the special angel healers and- and it’s a family thing. I’m sure you wouldn’t get it.”

Lev stared at him for a moment. “You can’t go with him. It’s not what’s best for the baby and it’s not what’s best for you.”

“And you devised that in what, the five minutes of interaction with him?” Nik asked, sharply. “Family clearly does not mean the same thing to you as it does to me and mine. There are traditions and- and I just.” Nik exhaled sharply through his nose and muttered under his breath in spanish and went back to packing. There was no point. “I don’t have a choice and it’s not like you can stop him.”

“Nik,” Lev said softly. “I know people scare me all the time, but... not like him. Not like that.” He crossed the room, trying to take Nik’s hand as he said, “I won’t let him take you.”

Nik shoved his hands in his pockets. “Do you want to die again?” Nik demanded, voice cracking. “You seem to forget that I am the only one in my family without magic. My family deals and trades in death and he has the power to absolutely obliterate anyone. Especially someone with no ties or protections offered by angels anymore. You literally just defied the laws of nature. Don’t get between us and ruin it for nothing.”

Lev’s face was the fiercest he’s ever seen from him. “You’re mine, and I’m not going to let him take you from us.”

Nik bit into his lip so hard he could taste the honey sweetness of his blood. He didn’t have an argument for that, especially when Lev’s head was annoyingly big when he was being annoyingly protective. It clearly meant he couldn’t listen to reason or fact. His father was just… he was death.

He put his head on Lev’s shoulder, not saying another word.

Nik was snapped out of his trance the moment he heard the sharp order in spanish to hurry up. His head lifted and sure enough his father was standing in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest. “We need to get going.”

Lev looked at Az’ril. “He’s not going with you.”

Cameron appeared like a wraith in the doorway behind his father, eerily silent and perfectly unruffled as he sidestepped Az’ril as if he were little more than a stool in his way. “Nikolas can take his time,” he said, coolly. “As much of it as he wants.” His pale eyes slid towards Nik, looking for his stance.

Cameron was going to follow Nik’s play, no matter what he wanted for himself. He’d let them all make their decisions and damn themselves, but it would always be their decision. He’d have no part in shaping it.

When Nik looked down at the ground, Cameron then said, “Of course, if I wanted, I could keep him here. He’s pregnant with my child and as it would be my property, so is Nik.” The sheer, so very faint distaste in those words in Cameron’s tone didn’t go unnoticed by Nik. “I’m sure you, someone of such high political standing, would understand that.”

Nik didn’t dare say a fucking word, even as Lev positioned himself between Nik and Az’ril.

His father locked eyes with Cameron. Cameron was several centuries younger than his father, even if Cameron felt eons older in the icy, composed stance he was taking. “My son is not your property,” Az’ril bit out.

“By demonic law,” Cameron said, mildly, “he is. The moment you decided to send your son into spy on me and mine forfeited your right to Nik, and made him mine.” Cameron looked over at Nik and Lev, gaging the both of them with calculated stillness. “Come here.”

Nik was frozen in place for a split second before Lev gently took his arm and nudged him over to Cameron’s side. If Lev hadn’t made him move, Nik would have been torn between standing still and being at Cameron’s side in a split second with the sheer Alpha in his tone.

Cameron fixed his eyes on Nik, and then Nik’s throat. “Of course,” he said. “I am speaking in demonic terms, and not angelic terms. So let me be very clear about this.” A chill rippled down Nik’s spine when Cameron's very sharp teeth sunk into Nik’s throat.

Lev ushered out of Cameron’s way, but Nik could sense his eyes were still trained on Az’ril as Nik instantly went limp at the claiming bite being branded into his flesh. Cameron caught him easily before he collapsed onto the ground from the amount of hormones being flooded into his body.

Nik whimpered when Cameron’s teeth came out of his skin. He caught the golden sheen of blood still on Cameron’s pale lips before pushing his face into Cameron’s chest. Cameron’s arm held him firmly in place as Nik reached for Lev’s hand.

Lev took it but didn’t take his eyes off Az’ril.

Cameron didn’t blink at the way Az’ril’s eyes narrowed. Angels held mating bonds to one of the highest standards in their lands and Cameron knew it. “You know where the door is, yes? If not I’m sure someone can show you out.”

Nik didn’t dare look up from Cameron’s chest, but he heard his father retreat from the room, and hopefully the house. “I’m sorry,” Nik mumbled against Cameron’s chest.

Cameron tugged on his hair. “Quiet,” he said, not harshly. The order did mellow the anxiety curling in his chest.

Lev lightly bit Nik’s shoulder. “You’re staying with us,” Lev mumbled against his skin. “You belong with us.”

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Breakfast the next morning was quiet. Though, admittedly, most of their breakfast lately were quiet. Nik couldn’t drink coffee and so it took even longer for him to wake up. Cameron rarely had much to say in the morning, and Lev was always tired nowadays so quiet it was.

However, this morning, Lev had something on his mind. “Cameron?” he asked. “I had a question.”

“Hm?”

“Can we start working on a nursery? I imagine it’ll take some work, and...” He shrugged.

Before Cameron responded, he walked out of the kitchen. Lev stared after him, and looked to Nik. Nik was still staring at his decaf coffee, face blank and definitely not awake. Cameron reappeared, book in hand. Lev lifted the cover as Cameron went back to fixing breakfast.

Inside the book was... plans. Color swatches and crib options and even a sketched layout or two. Lev traced a picture of a crib made of dark brown wood and with little sea stars carved into the headboard. “You already started planning without me?” he asked, trying to not sound petulant.

Cameron flicked a look in his direction. “You were sleeping.”

A low blow, but a fair one. Sleeping had been preferable to being awake. “Point,” Lev finally muttered. “Well can I help with the rest?”

“If you want.”

“I do,” Lev said, flipping back through the book carefully. He would have called it a scrapbook if it hadn’t been so brutally efficient. Besides. If he had, Lev had the feeling Cameron would have been offended. “I’m guessing an ocean theme?” he said, peering at the options Cameron had deemed acceptable for baby mobiles.

Cameron placed a plate of bacon down in front of him. “It seemed to fit Nik’s tastes.”

“This isn’t my coffee,” Nik suddenly complained, rubbing his face.

Lev looked over. “Looks like coffee to me?” He wrinkled his nose. “Gross.”

Nik frowned. “This isn’t. My coffee.” This time he sounded more irritable.

“You’re not supposed to have caffeine, if that’s the problem,” Lev said, taking a bite of bacon.

“Says who?”

Lev offered him a piece of bacon. “Ash, probably. But also every pregnancy health book I’ve ever read. And I’ve read a lot.”

Nik slammed his mug down. “Well Ash isn’t here, and you’re not my boss.” He pulled out his phone, muttering in Spanish. Lev only got another piece of bacon before Nik startled him by shoving the phone in his face. “See? I can.” He was practically yelling, mostly from excitement from what Lev could tell.

Indeed, Ash had typed out a terse, “1.” Period included.

“Somehow that feels coerced,” Lev mumbled, before pointing out, “You have to convince Cameron too.”

Cameron sipped his tea calmly. “No,” he said. “Sit down.”

Nik plopped down, defeated. He stared at the counter sadly. “You’re all monsters.”

“Well, four more months and you can have caffeine again,” Lev encouraged.

“This leech is taking everything from me,” Nik mumbled.

Lev reached over, brushing his hair from his face. “Soon,” he promised, kissing Nik’s cheek.

Nik wrinkled his nose. “So what were you talking about before you decided to ruin my life?”

Lev closed the book carefully. “Nursery plans. Which- Cameron, do you think Nate would come paint the walls for us? I bet he’d do something pretty.”

Cameron put a plate of eggs and fruit down in front of Nik. “I already called him. He’ll be here tomorrow to start working on it.”

Lev huffed. “You’ve already thought of everything, haven’t you?”

“It’s easy. You’re both predictable.”

“What the fuck is this?” Nik demanded. “You give Lev bacon, and I get rabbit food? I’m a growing boy. I deserve bacon.”

Lev decided not to comment on the fact that he’d offered Nik a piece and Nik had decided to bemoan his coffee instead. “Eggs aren’t rabbit food,” he pointed out instead.

Nik took Lev’s plate. “Well fine then, you eat it. I’m eating your bacon.”

“Hey!” Lev reached for his plate. “Nik! Give it back.”

Nik just put his hand in Lev’s face, but Cameron switched the plates anyway. Nik whined, and all he got in response was a baring of Cameron’s teeth. Despite that Lev put a single piece of bacon on Nik’s plate.

Before any more bickering could start, a knock sounded. Lev peered over his shoulder in time to see a sentry leading a short woman into the room. She was hauling bags with her, though she set them down when she set eyes on Nik.

Nik had been in the middle of grumbling as he picked at his food, but when he saw her, he dropped his fork. “Mami?”

Lev watched them, mystified. He’d never met Nik’s mother, but when he looked to Cameron, Cameron just shook his head subtly like he knew what Lev was thinking. That left Lev even more confused, but he just looked back to see her cupping Nik’s face and fussing at him in rapid Spanish. In Nik’s defense, he looked pleased.

“Hello,” Lev offered when she seemed done. “I’m Lev?”

“I’m Mami Coco.” She looked to Cameron. “You can call me Socorro. I’ll be sleeping in a room next to Nikolas.”

Lev could see the annoyance flickering in Cameron’s face, but Nik looked happy, dark brown eyes shining as he got a hug from Mami Coco. Somehow Lev doubted Cameron would be irritated enough at the disruption in his plans and schedule enough to upset Nik over this. Instead, Cameron filled a plate for her too, and said, “Sit.”

There was a certain look to her that promised much headbutting in the future, but she sat beside Nik with a simple, “Okay.”

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