#so fuck them and fuck their gossip under the guise of loving concern

[prettybbychim]

i have no one to scream about this to so here u go for ur casual perusal

personal shit below idk check the tags ig

makes more sense with context but i’m just here to scream not inform the masses on a bullshit cult

last year was the first time my brother celebrated his birthday. we got a cake from the grocery store bakery and he was so pleased

he wants to do the same this year and he’s turning 21 tomorrow and he has plans to do a long birthday stream w his friends so we’re getting the cake tonight. i was trying my dad about it like while we’re at the store do u need us to grab anything else, and his fucking response is to first laugh like we’re silly little stupid kids doing a silly little stupid thing

then he says, make sure none of the witnesses spot you

and i straight up said Who Fucking Cares

they can mind their own goddamn business. we don’t owe them shit. they can gossip all they fucking want i don’t give a shit and i’m so tired of this garbage that i’ll say this straight to their face. i don’t fucking care.

neither of us have had anything to do w that cult in like 5 years now and we have no plan to ever return. my dad hasn’t been active in a couple years either! he has a “worldly” gf that he fucks every weekend, fucking hypocrite

worry about your own fucking appearances but don’t drag us back into it. if they have an issue with us buying a nondescript cake, i ask: why do you care? what benefit is this to you? why are you snooping on our purchases anyway? why are you jumping to conclusions and assuming “the worst”? how does this have anything to do with you?

the most loving people on earth my ass

[chvoswxtch]

champagne

pairing: elektra natchios x fem!reader

summary: elektra just wants to show you how grateful she is that you're her date to a luxurious gala.

warnings: explicit sexual content (minors dni)

a/n: this is purely selfish. i hope y'all love women, bc i do. happy pride. :)

word count: 913

The opulent gala below was in full swing. New York’s most wealthy were adorned in their most luxurious and elegant attire, draped in various gleaming and ornate jewels, trading scandalous rumors and gossip with every trade of an empty glass. The champagne was flowing as freely as the buzzing of conversation, and the live band had even the most pretentious of attendees flocking to the dance floor. 

It was some upscale charity event for the annual something or other, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than your girlfriend’s head under your dress.

Elektra hadn’t even bothered to hide the two of you well. She had lured you up the stairs with the guise of an exquisite view from the balcony, but the second your heel collided with the tile of the top of the steps, she had pushed you against the nearest wall, sank to her knees before you, lifted your leg over her shoulder and pulled your panties to the side before you could even utter her name in protest.

You should be filled to the brim with concern. Anyone ascending those stairs would get more than they bargained for as soon as they turned left. You would inevitably get kicked out of the party. You could get arrested, for public indecency or something. Or you could-oh.

A swipe of warm velour through your slick folds pulled you out of rapid fire what ifs, and you looked down to find Elektra staring up at you with her mesmerizing eyes, feeling electrified by them like two shots of espresso. She seemed to be able to sense that your mind was elsewhere besides on her, and pulled her lips into a wicked smirk as she made a show of slowly dragging her tongue up your pussy, letting the tip of her tongue flick against your clit as she reached her ascent.

Her ruby painted nails dug deep crescents into the soft flesh of your thigh, anchoring your attention where she wanted it as her lips focused on your swollen and sensitive nub, smearing cherry paint across your pubic bone and her own mouth. Your hand flew to her head, fingers lacing through her raven hair and gripping tightly to have something to hold onto as she continued her delectable assault on your cunt.

The exhilaration of it all was an aphrodisiac in itself. Knowing that any one of those stuck up assholes downstairs could catch your girlfriend eating your pussy like her life depended on it at any moment sent a thrill through you that caused a fresh drizzle of arousal to flow against Elektra’s tongue. You had been biting down on your bottom lip so hard to stay quiet that you could feel the skin on your lip beginning to tear. The look in Elektra’s eyes was wild as she watched you whimper and slowly lose composure above her. Her tongue swept back and forth over your throbbing clit like a tempestuous pendulum signaling the strike of midnight.

You knew what she wanted.

She wanted you to let all your apprehensions about getting caught go. To be as bold and daring as she was. To throw caution to the wind with her.

To give into her completely.

So you did. You always did.

Elektra may have always gotten what she wanted, but consequently, that meant you did too.

Letting your head fall back against the wall with a soft laugh, you gripped onto her ebony tresses and tugged her face closer against your pussy, reveling in the moan of approval that vibrated against your core from her lips. Allowing breathless pants and lush moans to slip past your parted lips, you stared down into Elektra’s eyes, greedily riding her tongue while she fucked you with her fingers. 

Even on her knees she looked like a goddess.

Elektra eagerly nodded and hummed when your symphony of moans rose in pitch, alternating between sucking and slurping on your swollen bundle of nerves, tenaciously seeking out every drop of the beloved tangy nectar that threatened to overflow at any moment. 

Your body convulsed with shockwaves of rippling pleasure as you finally exploded into a million little pieces of gratification. You gripped onto Elektra’s shoulder to keep yourself upright, rolling your hips still in a hazardous tide to ride out every single wave of euphoria until you reached the shore.

Pressing one final kiss to your pulsating clit, Elektra rose to her full height and wrapped her slender fingers around your throat, capturing your lips in a deep kiss that made your brain even fuzzier than it already was. All you could do was moan when her soft tongue caressed yours, allowing you a taste of yourself, her lips splitting into the proudest grin.

“You’re a menace.”

“Did you really expect me to keep my hands to myself all night when you’re wearing that dress, moonlight?”

Looking at her with a dazed smile, you giggled softly as you brought your hands up to her cheeks, attempting to wipe away the smudged crimson lipstick stains around her mouth. 

“I thought you could at least make it an hour, Ellie.”

Elektra turned her head to playfully bite your thumb, flashing you a wink as she grinned devilishly.

“Well, you thought wrong, my love. I know you hate these superficial events, so I wanted to show you how grateful I was to have the most envious date at this party. Besides, you taste far better than the champagne, darling.”

[hibiscusseaart]

don't you dare to say sorry for ranting I LIVE FOR YAPPING ABOUT AUS

I love everything you wrote. I'm gonna yap some more

Madara honestly lives his best life. His brother is alive, he got peace, he scored a man of his dreams, who he fell for when he was a child. He just thinks he's super lucky and "Life is great!" so even if Zetsu ever tries to tell him about Infinite Tsukuyomi he be like "Why the illusion? My life is already perfect :)"

Then a day later, shot to Tobirama who violently tries to kill/seal Zetsu. the only one who knows about Zetsu is probably Mito. They probably meet under the guise of "Oh you know, it's our wife-meetings"

"Wife meetings?"

"Of course, Mito-nee-san and I always strive to be better wives for you and Hashirama. So we meet to talk and exchange experience."

Everyone (except Itama cuz he probably helps and Izuna cuz he SUSPECTS) think they meet to gossip, but they actually making super complicated seal matrix to seal Zetsu.

Also Madara is kinda concerned that his brother is so unhappy and still suspicious and Tobirama just "Idk, maybe he needs to get laid" - he just literally doesn't know what to do with Izuna in the village except to keep him alive. He prob would try to sabotage him going on dangerous missions like "Oh no he broke a leg before the mission what a pity" or to mark him with Hiraishin mark just in case + monitoring him with his sensing.

So every time Izuna bitches about Tobirama planning something Madara is gravely offended "You're so ungrateful! He always worries when you go out on missions! You're like his own little brother!"

And Tobirama just stands there, nods and smiles to Izuna with the smile that just asks for a fist. (tho he really worries but not for the right reasons)

Oh and Uchiha would definitely mark them as the best couple ever. Them and Hashirama/Mito are 2 power couples no one messes around with.

Everyone wants to get a match like that, every wife strives to be such an understanding person to their husband. Basically Tobirama started a trend for open communication in couples. Oh and Itama's antidepressants and weed help ofc (yay for future Kakashi and Sakumo (honestly can you imagine Kakashi on weed)

Tobirama orchestrating meetings PLEASE I love it!!! Maybe he's saving some Uchiha children from bloodline thieves and all that "I'm so good with children, see Madara, wouldn't I be such a great wife? Where the fuck is my engagement ring or whatever you Uchiha do?"

Who knows maybe he'd invent mpreg just for funsies. He'd def keep his flock of students. (Imagine Danzo being very pro-Uchiha, cuz his teacher is now married to Uchiha clan head.)

Speaking of Itama, he def helped Tobirama with orchestrating some meetings with Madara and generally be like "Well, you do you, brother, if you really want him for something... Share research later pls"

At first Itama thought Tobirama is interested cuz he wanted to research sharingan but for that he needs to be an Uchiha. But then he's like "Oh, peace, how nice. Are you happy in your marriage, Bibi-chan?"

And then proceed to Tobirama who realises that, actually, he is happy in his marriage. He's loved and adored by his husband, his clan treats him well, he's quite entertained by his brother-in-law's suffering, he has his little students and basically adopted Kagami.

"Yes, I am happy." And then he gives Itama sharingan research bc why wouldn't he try to fix his husband's eye problem? (Madara's eyesight worsened and he doesn't wash dishes well enough cuz he can't see. That's a big problem)

So about Time Travel Tobirama

He gets back in his childhood, the period when Kawarama was already dead, but Itama still alive, just cuz I like Itama alive and well, ok. (also i love the idea of Itama the weed shinobi by @oh-no-its-bird so)

And he starts to think and strategise smth like "Ok, I need to kill Black Zetsu, but idk where he is. But he should be around Uchihas, so I must come closer. But I cant just go there, we're not in peace, they'd kill me. And I don't exactly know when Black Zetsu is gonna try to manipulate Madara. So I also have to monitor Madara and make sure Izuna doesn't ever dies, to ensure that Madara won't lose his shit".

So, he's really logical and his conclusion was "So the easiest way to monitor the Uchiha clan is to marry an Uchiha." But he can't just marry a random Uchiha, it'd be shitty for politics he is the clan heir after Hashirama after all + it'd be nice way to strengthen peace via marriage. Plus he needs to keep close eye to Madara. So. Marrying Madara it is. Or Izuna. But first of all, Izuna is annoying and second he still needs very carefully look for potential signs of Black Zetsu corruption and it's better to do that when they're in close quarters. So the best case scenario is Madara's hand in marriage.

Killing Madara might be easier, but Hashirama would be sad. Plus I think the ppl who helped him to be sent in the past (coughnaruto who said that) told him smth about that Madara and Hashirama are Indra and Ashura reincarnations and be like "What if daddy Sage gets angry..."

So yeah no killing Madara. Even though he kinda wants to.

And to be clear, he had this plan in the few days he's back in his baby body. He's like 10-12 or whatever, when Hashi starts running to the river to meet Madara. Oh and Itama is safe and sound cuz Tobi said fuck Butsuma and went to safe his baby brother.

So one day Tobirama follows his brother to the river to actually meet Madara before his father decides to fuck everything.

So, Tobirama's the most fucked up honeypot mission officially begun. Tobirama is gonna be like "Ok i need to impress a 12 yo... But I cant just show him a cool jutsu, he might think about me as a rival or whatever... Kids like praise and cool things... Maybe I can tell him that he's cute and find him a cool stick? Should I ask Anija to make a cool stick?"

He meets Madara (without a stick, Hashirama might've suspect smth) and be like "Wow, Anija who would've known you've made such a cute friend" (Tobirama is hard cringing in his head, he's not the best in honeypot missions) and Madara, being about 12 year old, is standing there covered in mud, cuz Hashirama threw him into river or whatever + the little hc that he's kinda ugly when he's in his teens. Like Madara thinks of himself as strong and cool, but not particularly handsome with his wild hair and eye bags.

So Madara is smitten cuz wow pretty boy with red eyes said that He's cute!!!

Tobirama looks at Madara's dopey smile and thinks of the first phase as a success. Now Tobirama starts to spend some time with Hashirama and Madara to monitor their surroundings from their clans, while Itama distracts their father, and also try to win over Madara when he is still an impressionable kid. Plus he starts hinting that they may be Senju and Uchiha and that they should be prepared. But well they're kids who wants to escape all that war and just play with a peer so.

Long story short, Madara be like "So we're gonna make a village and then I'm gonna marry Tobirama!"

Tobi "fuck yes, a bit ahead of the schedule, but sounds good, i'm in"

Hashirama is outraged bc THATS HIS LIL BROTHER!!!

So Tobirama plays hard and makes Madara promise to marry him when they're old enough.

But then well, they're still found out and they still have a fallout cuz of their clans. But Tobirama made them promise to try hard for peace (and marriage), so now they just have to wait til Butsuma dies and Hashirama can become a clan head.

Tobirama tries not to be so efficient at killing Uchihas cuz he will be their family later so he tries to avoid it and just knock out or use some non lethal methods. Hashirama mostly fights Madara and it's almost sparrings at this point. Itama works on his weed empire and learns healing.

Well one day Butsuma dies and Hashirama and Tobirama bully their Elders and rush to try for peace. Tajima (who I think is still alive) is suspicious of all of it and stalls af.

So one day on the battlefield Tobirama says "So, marriage when? You promised asshole", making all the Uchiha and Senju stumble and "HUH?!"

So now many of the Senju and Uchiha now know that Uchiha clan heir apparently proposed to the Senju heir ??? Everyone is confused.

Madara, still crushing hard on Tobirama, catches this opportunity and bullies everyone to allow peace and let him marry Tobirama. Uchiha allow it only cuz everyone knows how crazy Uchihas about loved ones and Madara is the strongest one. They kinda afraid that if they won't allow it, he'd go crazy (he would).

So Madara gets his trophy wife Tobirama, Tobirama gets his safari zone with Uchihas in their natural habitat.

Tobirama is a surprisingly good husband to Madara, cuz with all that Zetsu thing, he's attentive as hell. "Something bothering you, dear husband? Do tell me everything."

At first they think he'd learn things and will tell that all back to Senju, but Tobirama tries to assure them "I don't really care about details. Tell me about how it makes you feel." (he looks for the signs of Zetsu corruption)

So basically Tobirama marries Madara to become his therapist. Madara is very much in love and constantly brags how much his spouse loves him and that he always listens his worries.

Izuna is mad as fuck about all of it btw. He thinks that Tobirama has ulterior motives and hides something. (He's right. ) But Tobirama dutifully plays his part as an attentive spouse and makes plans for bettering Uchiha clan just so that the village won't suffer. He'd probably would prescribe them regular therapy for everyone who awoken Sharingan.

also @fashionredalert write a snippet for this au with madara in the mud! pls check it out!

[venusxxlangdon]

Michael Langdon x reader x Roman Godfrey headcanons

warnings: polyamory, smut, double penetration, oral, edging, mentioning of blood and face fucking, cum eating, daddy kink, soft dominance 

words: 5.2k

A/N: thank you guys for 1.1k followers, here are some hcs for one of my favorite pairings. Some of y’all’s asks have been answered here as well. Honorable mention of @micheallangdons who plotted these hcs with me    

moodboard by @micheallangdons

Before Roman met Michael and Y/N his life as a newly born upir had been nothing but an endless battle with his demonic nature. Days full of self-loathing and helpless attempts to tame his hunger had gone by before he gave up and quenched his thirst for blood, much to his mother’s triumph. She was so proud of him while he felt nothing but utter disgust and a deep abyss in his heart. Her praise seemed nothing but mockery. She could dance on his bones and still preach about her good intentions.

He did not want to admit that she had won the battle. Roman felt like he was falling deeper into the dark void. Was he going to spend the rest of his life like that? Abandoned and scared of hurting everyone he knew? These questions kept him wide awake in the middle of the silver nights and made him drown his sorrows in cognac and cigarette smoke.

He felt like an addict, storming from one bar into another, looking for hookers to feed on and then sending his people to hide the victims’ bodies. Eventually, it all turned into a regular routine and he mastered the art of draining every drop of blood from humans necks without even staining his always perfectly ironed shirts. He decided that if he turned into a stone-cold machine with no feelings and the slightest idea of attachment he would feel better. Having focused on his parents' empire, the Godfrey Institute, he became a business tycoon: ambitions, cunning, manipulating. Unfortunately, it was calm before the storm. His mother always knew what buttons to push to make him snap and lose the strings of control over his ruthless guise.

It was the night when everything went downhill. Blood was hammering in his temples, fingers gripped onto the sterling weel as he was driving to a familiar location, a bar where he was a frequent visitor. A passing car flashed the headlights, illuminating Roman’s jet black eyes. The usual forest green hues with bluish spots were swallowed up by the unbearable hunger. He could feel the roof of his mouth starting to itch, his heart beating faster.

Factitious self-control wafted around his tall figure when he entered the club. He looked out of place dressed in his black dress shirt and matching tailored slacks, the look on his face intense like an upcoming thunder, electrifying in the thick air. 

Something felt different at that time. His nostrils flared, breathing in the mix of expensive alcohol and smoke. He looked around scanning through the crowd of dancing bodies. It felt like hundreds of needles were piercing through the tips of his fingers; he gulped heavily, listening to the sound of crimson blood flowing through the people’s veins. There was something else. Something he could not quite catch. It was seeping through his fingers making it difficult for him to get a hold of it. He turned around on his heels, ignoring a confused look some girl shot at him and froze to his spot. What if his hunger caused these fantom feelings? The sensation became stronger. Godfrey turned his head in the direction of the far left corner of the spacious room. Something about it drew him closer to a big leather sofa where there was someone whom Roman had met before.

“Michael Langdon,” he breathed out, a bit too surprised. It was funny how he had not recognized his vibe immediately. They had met only once but it was something Godfrey would never forget. The blonde Antichrist had the most unique, alluring aura that would suffocate you if you did not know how to handle it. Even for Roman, who was only half-human, it was quite a challenge.

Michael was splayed out on the sofa with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Godfrey mentally rolled his eyes at the Antichrist’s outfit, ever so extravagant: a navy blue velvet dinner jacket paired with a white shirt, his neck adorned with a big burgundy bow made of the finest silk. Long, luscious locks flowed down his shoulders, curling slightly on its end. Two blue sapphires of his eyes were narrowed, studying Roman’s figure curiously. Godfrey would never admit it, but he felt very uncomfortable under Michael’s mischievous gaze. He instinctively wanted to straighten his back to look more confident, to show Langdon who was the boss. But the pretentious smirk ghosting over Michael’s lips indicated that the Antichrist could care less about the boy’s attempt to look powerful.

“Enjoying the evening, Mr. Godfrey?” He took a sip and swiped the tip of his pointed tongue over the corner of his mouth. Michael cocked his eyebrow at Roman, clearly being aware of the upir’s hunger.

“Quite a lot,” Roman sneered and moved his gaze at the girl sitting next to Langdon with her legs that were barely covered with a short dress hooked over his lap. She was looking at Roman through the thick fan of long dark lashes framing her eyes beautifully. There was something detached in the youthful beauty of her blush and a shy smile painting her lips. For some reason Godfrey found himself embarrassed and even looked away, meeting the mocking stare of Michael’s blue eyes.

“Care for a drink?” He asked, swirling the glass in his long fingers, the metal of his rings clicking against the cut. “You look...thirsty.”

Roman gritted his teeth, the sinew on his neck pulsing.

“How sweet that it’s the matter of your concern,” he muttered, still eyeing the girl from the corner of his eyes. She smiled and hid her face in the crook of Michael’s neck, her fingers grasping the fabric of his shirt. She braced one of her slender arms around his neck and brought her face to his ear.

“What was that, kitten?” Roman clicked his tongue disapprovingly at the pet name, suddenly feeling out of place. He looked around, searching for a new victim. He spotted a girl who was sitting alone at the bar and thought that she could be a nice option. Y/N’s voice drew him out of his thoughts.

“He’s the one,” she whispered in Michael’s ear, but it was audible enough for Roman’s hearing to catch it. He snapped his eyes back at her, noticing that she was looking at him again. Whatever she had meant, it was something that did not make Michael happy. He shifted in his seat and put the glass aside on the table.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” he asked, the threads of concern lacing into the tone of his voice. He gently took her chin between his thumb and index finger, slightly turning it to the side. “You can have anybody...think twice, sweetheart.”

Roman felt as if he had become an unwilling witness of something he could wish to have never seen. It all felt too intimate. He coughed and adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, wondering why he was still standing there. It seemed like the girl’s heavy gaze pinned him to the floor. Michael was frowning, tapping his fingers against the knee impatiently.

“Well, if you excuse me...” Godfrey started awkwardly and shoved his palms into the pockets of his slack, brushing his thumbs over the fabric. The girl was still whispering something into Michael’s ear. He looked so concentrated that for a second Roman thought that Langdon would not even notice if he left. God knew how long he had been standing there like a fool before Langdon finally spoke to him.

“Why don’t you join us, Roman?” He suddenly offered, and the girl giggled, playing with the blonde strand of Michael’s hair. Roman watched her twist the silky locks around her fingers and let them cascade down Langdon’s shoulders. He licked his lips nervously. “I believe I haven’t introduced you to the love of my love yet, and I’m dying to fix this little omission.”

The corners of Roman’s lips twitched in amusement.

“I’m a busy man, Mr. Langdon,” he shrugged, ignoring the fact that Michael had addressed him on the first-name basis. “Hence I’m afraid we won’t have time to discuss the latest gossips.” He noticed the way the girl’s face sulked and how she slightly pushed her bottom lip forward in a pitiful pout. For the reason unknown to him, his heart swelled and suddenly he wanted to do anything to erase the sad expression off her doll face. “But I’ll be more than glad to get introduced to a beautiful lady next to you.”

She smiled and extended her hand to him which he eagerly accepted, slightly squeezing her fingers. Her palm was soft, it felt like his large hands were wrapped in the finest, pearly silk. His whole body jolted up as soon as he touched her. A shiver ran down his spine, and he looked at her with wide eyes. By the devilish sparks in her eyes, he knew she had felt it too.

“Y/N,” She said, and her voice turned out to be much lower than he had expected. “Y/N, Y/L/N.”

He smiled back and bent forward at the waist to bring his face closer to her hand and leave a quick kiss on her delicate skin.

“Pleased to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N. I’m Roman Godfrey, a CEO of the Godfrey Institute,” he answered proudly.

It was the beginning of something bigger than him, bigger than all of them.

A quick conversation with Langdon and his little pet, that was how Roman referred to the girl in his head, had managed to distract him from his hunger only for a short time. Soon enough he found himself apologizing for having to leave so soon.

He did not waste any time when grabbing the girl he had spotted earlier by the elbow and dragging her out of the club. Luckily she was way too drunk to care. He flashed his best smile at her, and she followed him to the car, giggling every time she stumbled on her heels.

Roman did not pay any attention when she put her hands on his crotch and tried to rub him through the fabric of his slacks, his eyes focused on the road. He bit the inside of his cheek to suppress the sudden tremor in his body. He was seconds away from stopping the car and sinking his teeth into the girl’s neck. She smelled like vodka and a subtle hint of her fruity perfume. He turned his head at her and she whimpered at the animalistic gaze of his now onyx eyes.

“Oh my God,” she mumbled, and suddenly her face turned into sharp features of Michael Langdon. Roman almost instantly hit the brakes.

“You look thirsty,” Langdon mocked. Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty, thirsty echoed in Roman’s head, and as he pressed his head into the back of his seat, Michael’s face got distorted into a smirking grimace. What the fuck? Beads of sweat covered Godfrey’s forehead.

“Get out!” He yelled and shut his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw a confused face of the girl who had instantly sobered up from his cry. She was looking at him with her big eyes resembling a fish, and at that moment all he wanted her to do was to leave him alone.

“What?” She asked, adjusting the straps of her dress to let him see a full view of her cleavage. He rolled his eyes.

“You heard me,” he hissed. “Get. The fuck. Out.” He did not care if she had to walk alone in the dark.

Roman drove his way home in silence, hungry and frustrated. He slammed the door of his car shut and stormed into a big mansion. Numerous thoughts were buzzing in his head like a swarm of bees. He headed straight to the shower, hoping that it could help him clear his mind.

He was too tired and tense to care about anything but the burning ache in his bones. Roman let out an inhuman cry when the streams of hot water hit his shoulder blades. He wished they could wash every cell of his disgusting being off the face of the earth. He hugged himself and dug his fingers into his skin as if he was going to rip it off. His plump bottom lip was trembling as he let his anger unwind. He didn’t want any of this, any of this life. He hit the wall with the fist and rested his forehead against the cool tile, sobbing brokenly. Fucking hell.

When he finally crawled out of the shower and reached for the towel to wrap it around his hips, he suddenly got glued to the spot. His nostrils flared. The waves of very powerful energy waged over him bringing the feeling of deja vu. His stomach did a flip at the thought that he was not alone in his mansion and what was even worse — his intuition knew the names of the intruders. Roman did not even care to dress up before he left the bathroom and made his way into his bedroom. His heart skipped a beat when he heard two low voices behind the closed door. No, it could not be true. He wrapped his fingers around the knob and turned his wrist to the left, pushing the door open with his hip.

Frankly speaking, now when he thinks about what happened that night, Roman is thankful that he did not kill Langdon and Y/N the second he saw them sitting on his bed. He remembers the shock and confusion. He thought he was hallucinating.

Langdon took his time to explain why they were in his bedroom while Roman was standing before them with his eyes wide open and his whole body unable to move. Y/N had been having the same dream over and over again: she was saving a young man from something she could not explain. The only thing she knew was that they needed to find him. Michael had never been into charity but he was ready to indulge the wish of the love of his life. Little had he known thar eventually she’d come to him and say that the stranger should have become a part of their relationship. Well, that was too much.

Michael did not understand the urge. Possessive by nature, he was not going to share her with anyone. “I’m not a fucking saint,” he shouted in her face while she was looking at him with her eyes full of tears.”And I’m definitely not a fool.” 

They had spent days fighting over that matter until she won. Langdon did not know what exactly made him change his mind: the sadnesses that flooded his lover’s mind and became unbearable for him to handle or the unknown force within himself.

“Let’s see who’s the one needing our help first,” he said through gritted teeth, secretly hoping that Y/N would drop that idea soon enough.

To find out that it was Roman Godfrey being the one in need of help was similar to being punched in the face. When he and Y/N were following the upir on his way home, Langdon tried to do his best to talk her into choosing someone else.

“He’s in pain,” she begged, turning her head at him, “don’t you feel it, Michael? I know you’re aware of how torturous his hunger is.”

“And why should I care?”

“Because I do,” she protectively crossed her arms, “and you care about me. He’s special, Michael. He needs help.”

“Fuck, remind me to ask my father why he chose a fucking angel as my eternal partner,” Langdon rolled his eyes and sped up the car.

He did not believe that any of them would ever turn this into a relationship. He was sure that Y/N would drop the idea as soon as she would see how fucked up Godfrey was. He refused to admit that at that moment jealousy was boiling in every fiber of his body.

When Roman started spitting the curses out, and the subtle hint of doubt sparked in Y/N’s eyes, Michael was celebrating his triumph. However, his content didn’t last. Y/N had this weird talent of persuading people, and eventually, both men fell victims to her charm.

Neither of them knew how to act. Michael couldn’t overcome the feeling of disdain he felt toward the younger boy and he was determined to treat him as such until he would prove that he was worthy of his respect.

On the other hand, Roman didn’t understand why she had to “win” anyone’s trust when it was Langdon and Y/N who had broken into his house and decided to make him “a proud member of their relationship”.

“You two,” he pointed his finger at them, “are fucking insane.”

“Don’t act like you haven’t done anything worse than this,” Michael scoffed, “I’m sure impregnating Letha was far less moral”

Those words nearly brought the entire venture to its end.

Roman realized that he really needed help, Langdon’s help, when the Antichrist had soothed his thirst for blood. Using his magic, Michael subsided Godfrey’s desire to kill and for the first time in what it seemed like forever, the upir could breathe.

Y/N made him believe that his kindhearted human nature was still within him. Of course, it took her months to persuade Roman, but the result was worth it. He desperately wanted to be good. All those sleepless nights he had been punishing himself for his victims were gone, and finally, he found someone who could turn him to the light. Well, technically they had found him.

Funny, how salvation came from the Antichrist and his lover. They moved from Roman treating the affair among the three of them as just sex to a deep, serious commitment.

It took Roman a lot of time to realize that he wasn’t alone anymore. The three of them took care of each other.

The turning point happened when Roman had another breakdown. He had been dealing with his hunger relatively good thanks to Michael and Y/N’s influence, but then he went on a business trip and just snapped. 

He rested his head in his hands, trying to keep breathing, but it felt like the air had suddenly got thicker. He rushed to a small fridge in his hotel room, looking for a bag of blood that he had stored in case of emergency, but the shelves were empty. He growled in frustration, his senses becoming more acute. His thirst, an obsession with blood, always put him in a weird, dizzy state where he could barely control himself. He didn’t feel like himself anymore. A white fog covered his eyes and enveloped his brain like a thick blanket. He couldn’t think straight.

“Heeeeelp!!” A loud, animalistic scream of a man he was holding in his arms, pulled him out of the trance. Godfrey opened his eyes and faced the dreadful look on the poor man’s face. He had no idea who it was and how he ended up there, in a dark alley far from anyone’s eyes. He tossed the man’s body aside like a useless puppet and looked at his hands covered in blood.

“What are you?” He snapped his head at the man who was on his hands and knees, looking terrified. Roman inhaled sharply, his body trembling as if he had a fever.

“You better fucking run,” he managed to bark. Panic rose inside of him like a tsunami, flooding his mind with a bitter aftertaste of fear and despair. He was scared of himself. He instinctively reached for the phone in the back pocket of his jeans and pressed one button of a speed dial. Please, pick up the phone, please, pick up the-

“Yes?” A familiar soothing baritone responded.

“Langdon, please...” Godfrey sobbed, feeling ashamed of his weakness. He fell to his knees against the dirty stone wall and squeezed his eyes tightly, but it didn’t prevent a couple of crystal tears from falling down his sharp cheekbones. “Help me, I’m begging you, Langdon.”

Michael did not need any explanation.

“Think of the place where you are at now,” when he spoke his voice was ringing with ice and calmness. Roman let out a sigh of relief. “I’ll come get you.”

“Okay,” he whispered and concentrated on the scenery he needed Michael to see.

Langdon was there in no time.

Something about Y/N kept Roman glued to her. Maybe this nagging feeling in his chest was aroused by the radiant warmth that surrounded her like a halo. “How does she even handle you, Langdon?” He once teased Michael.

The dynamic between her and the Antichrist was amusing as well. Roman did not like to admit it but he had been fascinated by Michael’s protectiveness over her since that time when he met them at the club. He thought that such a delicate flower as Y/N deserved nothing but the most careful guidance.

“Is she your little girl?” He asked, folding his hands over his chest and watching Y/N make her way toward Langdon and taking her seat on his lap, wrapping her arms around Michael’s shoulder.

“She’s my girl,” the blonde man answered, his palm cupping her bum and gently squeezing through a flimsy fabric of her dress, “but she’s not little. She does need me to take control when we’re intimate, but it’s never about age regression.”

Dominant by nature, Roman wanted to take care of the gorgeous girl, sitting on Michael’s lap, too. He missed the moment when he had started dreaming about her calling him daddy and letting him touch her wherever he wanted. He desired to learn every inch of her body because Michael seemed to had known where to touch, pet, and lick in order to turn her into a pliant mess.

She looked angelic in her pink and white set, her body splayed out on the expensive sheets, hair tossed around her head as Michael worked his tongue between her parted thighs (her panties were pulled aside), making her tug on his blonde locks and moan his name out loud.

“You need to earn the privilege to make her feel this good, puppy,” Langdon said, using the back of his palm to wipe Y/N’s cum off his full, glistening lips, looking extremely pleased with himself.

And Roman did. He was a bit rougher than Michael at times due to his impatience and youthful maximalism which worked perfectly in tandem with Langdon’s soft dominance. Secretly, he thrived off of bossing Roman around and telling him what to do. He loved holding the younger boy by his neck and burying his face between Y/N’s legs, making him feast on her pussy.

“Good boy,” Michael mused, letting go off of his grip. Roman was panting heavily when he pulled away from her throbbing core. He inhaled sharply and his body jolted forward back to her center when Langdon slid his hands down the younger boy’s torso, encouraging him to continue.

Godfrey found himself addicted to this romance. The obvious competition for Y/N’s attention was making his blood boil but it was different from what his hunger had been making him feel. Ardor electrified every sense in his body and made him feel alive.

She indulged his panty kink like nobody else. Y/N always wore the pretties undergarments, and to pull her panties down and off her legs with his teeth was Roman’s favorite thing to do. He loved dragging the lacy piece down while looking her in the eyes, making her watch his every move. She looked the prettiest when lying against Michael’s chest, while the blonde man was playing with her nipples, caressing them with featherlight touches.

Roman often found himself in a reverse position: blindfolded and gagged with her lacy thong. “Keep riding him, doll,” he moaned at Michael’s command and the increased pace of Y/N’s hips moving in sync with his hammering heartbeat.  

Thanks to Michael and his training, Roman became more patient and grew to enjoy edging their girl for hours. He and Michael would have her on her back, hands and legs bound to the bed and with a vibrator pressed against her clit. She looked ethereal, all desperate for his and Langdon’s cocks. The delicious stretch that both cocks made her feel was indescribable. She felt so, so full and worked up, but most importantly — she felt safe and taken care of.

Sometimes, as a part of her punishment, they would not let her cum for days. Prohibited to touch herself, she was suffering from the overwhelming arousal flooding her body. She’d try to clench her thighs, to rub herself against the armrests of Michael’s chair, to hump her pillow, but it seemed like the two men always knew what she was up to. They were always there to hush her and remind that if she continued “acting like a bratty slut” they’d have to extend the period of punishment. Godfrey and Langdon knew what buttons to push. One day when she was on her third day of edging, Roman came up to her when she was washing the dishes and slowly started peppering her neck with kisses. Being impossibly horny, she instantly leaned into his touch, hoping that her punishment was over. He fingered her until she turned into a whimpering, pleading mess, begging his to free his cock that she could feel against her ass from the confines of his slacks and fuck her right there on the kitchen counter. But the upir only laughed and pulled his hand out of her panties, leaving her on the verge of tears, wanting more.

Langdon loved eating her from behind while she was on her knees before Roman and sucking his cock, letting the mix of his precum and her saliva drip down her chin and breasts. She would cup the two mounds in her palms and smear the liquid all over her nipples, twisting and rolling them between her fingers. She could feel Michael’s hair brushing over her thighs every time he brought his mouth to her center to bury his tongue into her heat.

The men loved spoiling their girl. Her closet was full of the most beautiful designer dresses and the prettiest underwear. Roman adored when she put on a little show for them every time they’d buy something for her.

“Sit back and enjoy, daddies,” she’d tell them, and Michael and Roman would wait for her to come out of the bathroom in the new see-through set adorned with ruffles and pearls that matched her angelic personality but also showed off her spicy, devilish side. They nearly choked on their whiskey when she took a couple of elegant strides toward them and bent over to demonstrate how deliciously the sheer fabric of the panties hugged her bum, a purple jewel of a butt plug poking through the lace.

Michael’s blood ritual was something Roman always looked forward to. The first time he witnessed it, the younger boy thought he was going to lose his mind from how erotic it looked. That was when he tasted Langdon’s blood. His silver tongue glided over the Antichrist’s smooth, porcelain skin, leaving burning imprints in its wake. Michael’s chanting in Latin was mixing with the sound of Y/N’s moans and the obscene slapping of  Langdon’s flesh against her thighs. The men’s eyes were as dark as cosmos, illuminated by the light radiating from the candles that were put in a circle around their entwined bodies. There were no green and blue, only dark, deep emptiness of the supernatural creatures.

Michael know what big stress the ritual was for Y/N, thus he always made sure to take care of her afterwards, and Roman was always there to help. They’d carry her upstairs and run her a bath.

Speaking of bathing together, Godfrey loved when she rode him and Michael in the tub. The used a water-based lube, so it would not be uncomfortable for all of them. Plus, doing anal in the tub where everything was nice and clean was a lot easier. Roman adored the view of her breasts bouncing before his face as she kept moving on his length up and down, her wet hair clinging to her face.

Aftercare was the most important thing after making Y/N cum, of course. Especially if sex was rougher than usual. Sometimes the mood would strike for forceful face fucking, slaps across her tender cheeks and a cum shot all over her pretty face, but Roman and Michael always made sure to tell her how good she was for them.

“We’re so proud of you,” Langdon whispered against her cum-stained lips, and she smiled so wide, feeling happy and satisfied with how she had taken him and Roman. Every inch of her body was sore, muscles burned from overstimulation, but the pleasure that had come beforehand was worth it. She could still feel the mix of Michael’s and Roman’s cum seeping out of her, so she indulged the temptation to snake her hand between her legs to collect the pearly essence and lick it all clean.

When it was getting darker the following scene was very common for their mansion: Y/N was curled up on Roman’s lap while he was absentmindedly playing with her hair, threading his fingers through the soft strands. Michael usually worked till his eyes would get tired, so after a while, Godfrey and Y/N came up with an idea of how to get the Antichrist’s attention. Roman wouldn’t take his eyes off the tv as he slowly dragged his palm down her body and rested it on her thigh, his fingers barely swiping over the hem of her pj shorts. She looked up at him and shifted a bit, pressing her body against his torso. Roman toyed with a little bow on her waistband and slightly pulled the ribbon to untie it and slip his fingers under it, frowning when he touched the fabric of her panties. He looked down at her and mouthed “Why are you wearing them?” She shrugged and smiled, her breath was already uneven and heavy. She had to bite her knuckles to suppress a needy whimper threatening to fall from her lips. She wriggled her bum and parted her legs, letting Roman properly touch her. He cupped her pussy in his palm, outstretching the fabric of her already wet panties and shorts, starting to massaging her clit in slow, lazy circles.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Michael said in a sing-song tone, making Y/N nearly jump out of her skin. She looked at him with her eyes wide open and instinctively covered Godfrey’s hand between her thighs with her palm.

“Get back to work, Michael,” Roman mewled, ignoring Y/N’s attempts to close her legs. He smeared her arousal all over her folds, earning a loud gasp from her.

“It’s hard to concentrate when I can fucking smell her,” Michael drawled, gripping on the pen with such force that he nearly broke it.

So yeah, Roman’s plan always worked.

They loved traveling together. Eating fresh croissants in France, tasting every sort of pizza in Italy, buying the best vine in Spain, and walking down the narrow street in Monaco. Even though Roman and Michael were busy they always found time to take their girl, who looked good in white summer dresses, with her skin glowing and lips dripping with juices of ripe fruits, somewhere nice. 

tagging those who expressed their interest in this pairing: @divinelangdon @littledemondani @ms-mead @emmyrosee @mega-combusken @lvngdvns @wroteclassicaly @michaelsrighthand @hecohansen31 @1-800-bitchcraft @saturngirlz @desidia-1 @langdonsdemon @kaigitana @peachesandfern @livanka @lovelylangdonx

[tellywoodtrash]

khkt 04.10.19 lb

literally 10 secs in and the terrible music is already assaulting me. baksh do, bhaaaaaai. samajh gaye ki kaafi hi gham waala situation hai.

poor sona. having to hear that raima's his top priority and ofc, her mind is assuming the absolute worst.

tera romance phoot gaya toh dusron pe kyun chadh raha hai be????

but lol also, ravi has a terrible tendency to wander off the minute rohit exits the car. you'd think he'd have learned by now.

DID HE SIT BY HER ALL NIGHT HOLDING HER HAND???? THAT FEELS..... ICKY.

TOO INTIMATE!!!!!! TOOOOOO INTIMATE!!!!!!

in a way it's kinda endearing, that they slipped right back into their relationship with the jokes and banter (how you do with an old best friend), but sigh.

oh wow, she asked if he's married. meaning she's aware it's a possibility, even though she's joking.

lol him catching her up on bollywood gossip.

"tum bhi chod do apni actress ko."

ohhhhhhhh boy.

her tattoo's changed colours and fonts again.

now that she's not being shrieky and overbearing, i'm feeling reallllllly bad for raima. if it makes you feel any better sis, he really did wait for all these years, yeh toh bas kal-parso ki baat hai.

ohhhhhhhh boy. “i love you” ka reaction prem aggan waala fardeen waala de raha hai.

"me too."

which is true. he does love her; and always will. he's just not IN LOVE with her anymore.

coma main thi, but hai abhi bhi badi tezzzzz.

"professionally. dost hai."

YOU ASSHOLE.

yeah i'd just warmed up to raima and her nonsense grudge against sonakshi resurfaced and i'm side-eyeing her again.

lmao savere savere sumit ke nakhre shuru.

is sumit smarter than he looks? coz he's questioning the logic of itv, like the rest of us.

sonakshi just doesn't have the energy to deal with one more pissy man-baby today.

ouff raima, you've already made up your mind about sonakshi, why are you simply poking to get more material to validate your assumption?

OH GOD THIS NISHI'S SAAS IS THE ONE I HATE THE MOST IN THIS SHOW RN.

i am rohit, rohit is me.

lmaooooooooo press conference bulao it seems. i'd like to see naren's reaction to that.

this aunty toh full time wants to see siyaapa only. lady, bigg boss has started again, can't you just get your vicarious kicks from that???? ghar mein kalesh machaana zaroori hai???

ok i'm sick of her and fwding.

it's annoying, but raima's not wrong to ask these questions. she has a gut feeling that something's up, and she absolutely has the right to know. i just fucking hate rohit for being dishonest under the guise of "concerned" and deceiving her. he's not even sugarcoating it or anything, just outright fucking lying.

ok i wouldn't drink that juice sonakshi.

lmaooooo sumit, what are you, a 7 year old with the crush????? you do these things just to get a reaction outta her? aaj react nahi kiya toh itnaaaa concern, ki woh theek toh hai?

lollllllllllll the question marks in his eyes at sona's bhaaaaaari philosophy. bohut haraami hai, but i love himmmm yaar.

lmao sumit legit like:

does sumit have a crush on raima??????????/ isn't he married!???

“rohit ki ex...... raima rohit ki girlfriend hai.”

two very disappointed people here about that development.

lol "ab main tumhara parvati waala dialogue samajh gaya."

omg is sumit gonna be an agent of mata rani for sonakshi??????? lmaooooo i can't.

i can't fucking believe i like sumit as a person, more than rohit rn.

srsly, raima's almost endearing when she's not being loud/hyper and/or bitching about sonakshi.

ouff auntyji ka dialogue coma mein bhi same, coma se nikaalne ke baad bhi same.

who is this ever-elusive baba of raima's????

ugh whatever aunty, dafa ho pls.

oh boy, raima is lapetofying herself over rohit. and he is veryyyyyyyyyyy uncomfortable. and not just coz of the open door.

phew. thank god for ajit.

lying through his teeth to gtfo. ajit ably playing along.

god i really feel bad for raima, she trusts him so much. MEN ARE SUCH FUCKING TRASH, DUDE. HASN'T SHE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH, THAT YOU'RE FUCKING HER OVER LIKE THIS ALSO??????????

parvati's dialogues kaafi pertinent to sona's irl.

uh, hi rohit.

WTF MAN. THE FUCKING DISRESPECT. HE JUST WALKED INTO AN ACTIVE SHOT AND IS LIKE I NEED TO TALK???? AND YOU'LL COMPENSATE????? WHO THE FUCK WANTS YOUR BLOODY COMPENSATION??? HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF SHE SAUNTERED INTO YOUR OT MID-SURGERY INSISTING ON A CONVERSATION???? AND THREW MONEY AT THE PERSON LYING OPEN ON THE TABLE SAYING YEH LE COMPENSATION???? THE FUCKING ARROGANCE, I SWEAR TO GOD.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SUMIT'S FACE. I AM LIVING FOR HIM TODAY.

nethra is like my god i rue the day my girl met this rat bastard, har roz yahaan pe aa dhamakta hai aur kpk se bhi zyaada voltage waala drama macha deta hai.

idea: nethra, why don't you just film this irl stuff happening here and sell it???? bet you it'll rate higher than kpk.

"i belong to her."

sure. that's how healthy adult relationships work.

I HATE HIM SO MUCH. WHY THE FUCK IS HE TALKING HIS FEELINGS OUT LOUD HERE, INSTEAD OF PROPERLY PROCESSING AND CLARIFYING THEM BEFORE COMING HERE AND PUTTING HER THROUGH THE FUCKING RINGER???? SELFISH BASTARD.

"tum chaaho toh main tumhaari achchi dost ban sakti hoon."

SONA I LOVE YOU, BUT I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU ARE A FUCKING DUMBASS.

what. the. fuck. this fucker does not deserve this kinda validation and undying affection from one, let alone TWO ladies.

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great, raima either did something impulsive/had a health complication develop thanks to “the truth”, didn’t she????

[charanteleclerc]

ice cold but not stone hearted

A/N:  Based on the prompt from sloangreytrash: Seb is a vampire, and this quote must be worked in "You've been staring at me all night. Do you like what you see?" I hope I did it justice! I adore researching mythology, though there was a small stumbling block in the fact that Finland doesn't have vampiric mythology, so I made the stories very vague! Given half the chance I would love to do a full mythology story, I honestly just love writing my own takes on them. Sorry this took so long, life threw a lot of curveballs my way in a very short space of time, so doing anything was pretty much at the bottom of my priorities, but hopefully no more of that now! 

As usual, prompts are always welcome! Thank you for reading! ❤️

Warning: There is violence in this, and blood. Full on vampires in this.

Crossposted to AO3 here

There was a new guy in town. He’d heard people whispering about it, once the ‘for sale’ sign had been taken down, despite the lack of selling points. The house was too far out of town, run-down, and far too big for any one person. And Finns, they were a superstitious set of people as a rule. There had always been stories about the woods, and certainly no-one from round these parts would even dream about buying that house. But the ‘sold’ sign went up, and the removal vans turned up anyway.

No-one saw the mysterious stranger to begin with. Then one person said they’d seen him. Confident, they said. Handsome. Then more and more people started to catch a sight of him, even talk to him. Charming, polite, smart. The ladies were flattered by him, the men wanted to be him (and were a little flattered themselves, though many would never admit to it). This man seemed almost too good to be true.

Kimi didn’t see him until almost two weeks after the stranger had move to town. It was late at night, having spent far too long at work after closing, and now his car wouldn’t start. He’d cursed his luck, and despite looking at the engine, he couldn’t actually see a problem. He was about to give it up as a bad job, walk home and ask his brother to tow it tomorrow, when the stranger drove up, stepping out of his car, looking concerned.

“Do you need help?” The man called, moving slowly towards Kimi. If he hadn’t already figured that this was the new guy (this town wasn’t exactly big), the man was only wearing a sweater despite the snowfall. Very new to the area. The country, even.

“Car won’t start.” Kimi replied. “Just my luck.”

“I know a few things about cars.” The guy shrugged. “Maybe I could have a look? It’d save you the walk home.”

Kimi shrugged, stepping back so the guy could have a look. The man walked quietly, almost silently, humming to himself when he peered over the car. He worked in silence for a few minutes, the eerie stillness of the snow surrounding them. Kimi leant up against his car, jumping slightly as the car turned itself on. The guy grinned sharply, all teeth, as he shut the bonnet. “Couldn’t have you walk home all alone, could we?”

“There’s not much to scare me.” Kimi smirked. The guy’s grin became more pointed.

“You can never be too sure.”

“Are you telling to believe in ghost stories?” He said in disbelief. The guy shrugged.

“Ghost stories, fairytales. All begin with a bit of truth, don’t they?” The guy nodded his head, turning and walking away. “Have a good evening.”

“And you.” Kimi replied, more from memory than actual politeness. He was a little confused - this man had literally pulled up out of nowhere, fixed his car, and then told him to believe in fairytales? He watched the headlights pull away into the fading snow, disappearing around the corner. Kimi shook himself, jumping into his car, trying to warm his hands.

He’d never even gotten his name.

                                                       ~*~

The guy walked into his shop a few days later, sharp smile in place. And still no coat. This guy was going to freeze to death before those ghost stories of his chased him out of town.

“I’m guessing you made it home?” The guy asked, sauntering up to the counter. Kimi raised an eyebrow.

“I’m guessing you didn’t just come here to ask about me?”

The guy gave a throaty laugh. “You’re a hard one to trick. But you’re right. I’m having an old friend to stay, and I figured why not use the local stuff? And your shop came recommended by most of the town.”

“That’s because I’m the only liquor shop in town.” Kimi replied drily. “We don’t have much in the way of wine, though. Fair warning. Not a lot of what we do is dinner party stuff, doesn’t pair well with food.”

“I don’t think we were planning on doing a lot of eating.” The guy chuckled, as if he’d just heard a joke that the rest of the world wasn’t allowed to hear. “Mainly drinking, this time.”

“Uni friend?”

“Something like that.” The guy’s smile was almost disconcertingly pleasant. “What would you recommend?”

“Depends on how drunk you want to get.” Kimi shrugged. “We’ve got ciders and beers, vodka obviously, Kossu, Sima, Lakka. Take your pick.”

“Which one is your favourite?” The guy asked. Kimi met his gaze, quirking his lips.

“Vodka, everytime. Drier the better.”

“Then I shall take some of that.” The guy smiled, reaching forward for the pen and paper on the desk. “I can’t take it now, do you deliver?”

“No.”

“Shame.” That dangerous smile was back in full force. He scribbled down something, his script slanted. “In case I forget to come back.”

“What’s this?” Kimi asked, turning his head to try and get a better look.

“My name and number. You already know where I live.”

Kimi thought about lying, but something in those eyes made him decide not to. “Bit hard not to when everyone is gossiping about it.”

“Well, I never like to be the centre of attention.” The guy gave another small laugh. “I’ll be back later.”

“Can’t wait.” Kimi replied sarcastically, only checking what was written after he was gone. Sebastian. It suited him.

                                                        ~*~

Sebastian seemed delighted when Kimi greeted him by name that evening. “You read it!”

“It was a note with only your name and number.” Kimi rolled his eyes. “Not exactly the most riveting read I’ve ever had.”

He couldn’t deny he didn’t like the way Sebastian’s smile seemed genuine, with actual happiness behind it. Before now, the expressions that he’d worn had all felt like masks, calculating. A wall to stop anyone from getting too close.

“Maybe I’ll come back when my friend has gone.” Sebastian said, like it was a challenge. Kimi shrugged, amused.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’ll remember that.” Was all he said, disappearing with his bottles into the darkening evening. Kimi turned to watch him go, but there was only an empty street. Huh. He moved fast.

                                                       ~*~

He’s not sure what started it, but something had set the town on edge. Everyone was jittery, barely talking except in hushed whispers. Darted looks towards the trees. Sent a brief prayer to whatever deity they believed in everytime they strayed too close to the town limits. He knew the stories, of course he did. He was born and raised in this town, those stories were in his bones. But this was becoming ridiculous. Everyone was nervy. An old lady had muttered a prayer for his soul when he’d passed her earlier, giving him a terrified stare and running off when he’d tried to ask her what it was all about.

He’d shut the shop early, running around the corner and borrowing Rami’s dog under the guise that both he and the dog needed the exercise. No-one questioned it, which was a little rude, but he didn’t particularly care. He took the dog to the edge of the woods, determined to prove once and for all that there was nothing wrong with the fucking woods. That they were only ghost stories passed down through the generations when they had nothing else to entertain. The woods were just that. Woods.

Well, he would. But even Rami’s dog refused to go in after a few feet. She growled, fur all stood on end.

“Not you too.” Kimi groaned. “What is it with everyone today?”

He tried to coax the dog in, but she refused to budge forward, pulling on her leash back towards the house. Kimi finally gave in, taking the dog for a proper walk around town before handing her back to Rami. Then he headed back to the edge of the woods again.

“Don’t get all cowardly now Raikkonen.” He muttered to himself, shoving his hands in his pockets. “There’s nothing wrong with the woods.”

He started walking in, trying not to think about the longer growing shadows. He’d never let the town soothsayers get into his head before, he wasn’t about to start now. He felt the snow crunch underfoot, crisp and untouched. Once he’d gotten past the stupid fear that’d been building all day, it was nice out here. Quiet.

He could see a house growing out of the trees ahead of him, a few lights on. Sebastian must be home then. He’d never actually seen the inside of the house, this being about as close to the building as he’d dare to be when he was a teenager. With someone actually living there, it wasn’t so much a haunted house anymore, maybe it was a good time to have a nosy around. He wandered towards the front of the house, humming to himself.

Then he heard the scream.

His insides ran cold, like he’d been turned to ice. He froze, not sure which way to look, which was to turn. Which way to run. He tried to slow his breathing, trying to convince himself that it was just a figment of his imagination. Then came another, sharp and bloodcurdling and terrified.

He ran towards the house, desperate for Sebastian to hear him.He banged on the door, not wanting to shout. He didn’t want whatever caused that to come this way. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, the air still. He took a deep breath, turning around slowly.

There was a man standing in the driveway, teeth bared and dripping. His eyes were frenzied and ruby red, and he was looking at him like he was prey. A snarl ripped out of the man’s throat, and he was running straight at Kimi, teeth - no, fangs - open. Kimi shut his eyes, hoping it’d be over quickly.

It never came at all.

When he opened his eyes, Sebastian was wrestling the man off him, talking in a language he didn’t understand. The man shook Sebastian off, but he didn’t make another attempt at Kimi, taking off down the drive instead. Really, really quickly.

“Get in.” Sebastian snapped, hauling Kimi to his feet. “Now.”

Kimi did as he was told, stumbling into the house. He could feel himself shaking, terror still gripping him. “What… what was…”

"What are you doing here?” Sebastian’s voice was like a whip. “How stupid do you have to be to go out wandering by yourself?”

“I wasn’t expecting… that!” Kimi shot back, anger starting to rise. It didn’t seem like Sebastian was about to tear him to pieces, he could get a little angry. “Who expects that?”

“I told you!” The power behind Sebastian’s voice sent him stumbling back a couple of steps. “I told you the first time, that maybe you should believe in ghost stories!”

“Well, I’m sorry, but how was I supposed to take that as a warning?” Kimi spat. “Kimi, stay out of the woods, there’s a crazy bloodsucking monster in there!”

“He’s not crazy.”

“He looked pretty crazy to me when he was getting ready to tear my throat out!”

Sebastian stopped at that, the fury fading from his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realise he’d get so… out of hand.”

Kimi made a noise, walking up to Sebastian until he’s standing nose to nose with him. He vaguely wonders if this is what it’s like to look the devil in the face. “I’m not sure I want to see your uncontrollable.”

He turned to leave, but Sebastian yanked his hand away from the door. “You can’t go out there.”

“What, got another monster out there?”

“Kimi.” Sebastian stepped in front of him. “I was able to stop him last time. I might not be able to stop him again.”

“Maybe you need to get a leash on your pet.”

Sebastian’s eyes flashed. “Don’t call him that.”

“What, he isn't?” Kimi sneered. “Are you scared of him too?”

Sebastian snarled, and fuck, he wasn’t expecting to see fangs actually appear. Sebastian’s eyes were turning a hazy red, he was shaking all over. Kimi backed up, panic flaring again. His own stupid mouth was what would finally get him killed. Figured.

“Sebastian?” He tried, hoping his voice was holding steady. “Sebastian?”

Those red eyes were locked on him, and Sebastian was smirking again. It was dangerous, and predatory, and fuck, he was a little turned on. Mostly frozen to his core, but a little turned on.

Sebastian started moving towards him, but stopped suddenly, like he couldn’t move. There was a long moan, as if he were in pain. “Sebastian?” Kimi asked again, tentatively. Sebastian stuck out a hand.

“Don’t.” He hissed. “Stay there.”

For once, he listened. He stood there, watching Sebastian try and gain control again. It was some kind of morbid fascination, or lack of self-preservation. Something like that. He shouldn’t be so drawn to this, when only seconds ago Sebastian had been looking at him like he was a tasty snack. He still wasn’t completely sure that Sebastian wouldn’t just pull off one of his limbs just to gnaw on.

“Why did you come here?” Sebastian gritted out. Kimi gaped. Sebastian snapped his head up, and whilst his eyes weren’t red, he looked pissed. “Why did you come here?”

“To the woods?” Kimi asked. Sebastian snarled.

“No, to my house. I chose it specifically because no-one comes here.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Kimi could hear that he sounded petulant, and Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t! I just ended up here.”

“You nearly died.”

“Yeah, that hadn’t really been part of my plan for the evening.” Kimi tried to joke. Sebastian ignored it.

“If my protection hadn’t stalled him, you would’ve been.” Sebastian snapped, stalking towards him. “I can’t be there every time you decide to risk your neck.”

Kimi blinked. “Protection? What protection?”

“My name.” Sebastian explained slowly, as if he were talking to a child. Rude. “It’s a protection spell, to read the true name of a vampire.”

“So you are… you are a vampire?” Kimi heard his voice get high. “Oh fuck, I need to sit down.”

“The floor is all yours.” The first traces of that clever, witty man were starting to appear, beneath the cracks in the fury. “Feel free.”

“Thanks.” Kimi replied, promptly sitting down. It had been offered. “So… vampire. Huh.”

“You’re actually taking this well.” Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “No screaming yet. Or pitchforks.”

“Why, do people usually come at you with pitchforks?”

“Not since about 1720, I admit.” Sebastian looked almost amused. “Like they stood a chance.”

“Have you killed people?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Kimi felt his heart starting to thud again. “Was that scream out there? Was that a person?”

“Yes.” Sebastian sat down in front of him. “Does that bother you?”

“I... don’t know.” Kimi admitted. “I think I’m still processing.”

Sebastian hummed, watching him. Kimi could feel his skin prickle. “Are you going to kill me? Or eat me? Or drink? Whatever it is you do.”

“No.” Sebastian cocked his head. “Why would I go to the trouble of giving you protection and then kill you?”

“I don’t know.” Kimi shook his head. “Why did you give me protection?”

“Because you’re interesting.” Sebastian explained. “I like interesting things.”

Kimi scowled. “I’m a thing?”

Sebastian sighed. “I’ve been alive since 1506. Everyone is a thing to me. Except my own kind, and in all honesty, I don’t keep in contact with a lot of them.”

“That’s a really long time to be lonely.” Kimi blurted out. Sebastian gave him a long look. “Sorry.”

“You’re right.” Sebastian replied, a little wistful. “It is a long time to be lonely.”

The door creaked, and it was all he could not to jump up and start running. Sebastian was between him and the door, and Sebastian seemed unconcerned. A young man walked in, looking embarrassed. Sebastian raised his head a little, and then man stopped.

“Are you good?”

The man nodded in answer, and Sebastian relaxed. “Kimi, this is Charles. Charles, Kimi.”

“Sorry for earlier.” Charles said before Kimi could even open his mouth. “I’m not normally that careless.”

“I won’t happen again.” Sebastian said, an edge to his voice. Charles shook his head. Sebastian stood, offering his hand to Kimi. “I’ll take you home.”

Kimi let himself be pulled up and led out the door, Charles still standing by himself. “He doesn't look dangerous.” Kimi offered, feeling sympathy for him suddenly. He probably couldn’t help wanting to suck him dry.

Oh god, look at him. One traumatic episode in his life and he was already siding with the monsters.

“It was careless.” Sebastian replied, walking Kimi to his car and opening the door. “He should’ve known better.”

Kimi didn’t answer, pretending to be occupied with the seatbelt. Sebastian didn’t say anything, putting the car into gear and tearing off down the driveway. If it’d been any other time, he could probably appreciate the car and the drive and just hanging out with a hot bloke, but his mind just couldn’t focus. They sped through the woods, and the trees and the shadows inbetween them were suddenly chilling to him. He sneaked a look at Sebastian, but he could barely see him in the dark. He kept his eyes on the road, only relaxing when he saw houses and street lights through the trees.

“You’re scared.”

Kimi started, glancing over. He could see him now, the shadows casting long over his face, his expression impassive. “A little.” Kimi said, pulling his coat further around him. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Sebastian replied evenly. They pulled up in front of his house, and Kimi frowned.

“How did you know where I live?”

Sebastian smirked. “I told you, I like interesting things.”

“Stalker.” Kimi muttered, getting out of the car. He didn’t turn back until he was at his front door, feeling awkward for the first time. He raised his hand slightly, and Sebastian nodded, driving off. Kimi sighed, heading inside, slumping onto the first seat he could find.

Vampires. Fucking hell.

                                                           ~*~

The world was still turning when he woke up, and his life hadn’t stopped just because he’d found out that supernatural creatures of the dead were a thing. He went to work, and tried to put that little bit of information as far out of his brain as possible. If he started to dwell on him, he might really start to panic, and he wasn’t about to let that happen. So he carried on like normal, and he did the same the next day, and the day after that. Sebastian seemed to stay up in his house and far away from the town, and he was beginning to convince himself that it had all been a horrible, vivid dream.

He was beginning to be successful about pretending that the whole night had never happened, when Sebastian walked back into his shop, eyeing him like he was about to start screaming. Which, he could. He might, if he didn’t want to look insane.

“Welcome to the Iceman, we have a variety of alcohol’s on offer -”

“Kimi.”

“Including from local distilleries and old traditional recipes -”

“Kimi.”

“Feel free to ask about anything -”

“Kimi!” Sebastian shouted, standing in front of him. “Stop ignoring me!”

Kimi glared, crossing his arms. Sebastian sighed, looking annoyed. “I did come here to see if you were okay.”

“I’m okay. I see people turn into supernatural creatures all the time. Did I not mention, my brother’s a werewolf?” Kimi said sarcastically. “Of course I’m not okay! I nearly had my throat ripped out by a vampire!”

“Say it a little louder, I don’t think someone in the next town heard you.” Sebastian hissed. “I don’t actually want to move to Siberia, amazingly.”

“Why, lack of people to kill?” Kimi snapped. Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

“Charles has gone. He won’t be coming back.”

“Good.”

“Are you ever going to thank me for saving you?”

“You were the one that put me in danger in the first place.” Kimi raised an eyebrow. “You apologise.”

Sebastian sneered. “I’m not going to apologise for being myself.”

“Then I’m not going to thank you.” Kimi shrugged. “Are you going to buy anything?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Sebastian stared in disbelief for a few seconds, then turned abruptly on his heel, slamming the door behind him on the way out. Kimi let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, sitting down shakily. He didn’t his heart was going to last if Sebastian kept turning up. Hopefully he’d take the hint and move the fuck away from here (and him).

                                                     ~*~

He didn’t take the hint.

He walked in the very next day, scowling. “Sorry. For being a… you know. And moving to this town and making your life complicated.”

Kimi blinked. “Huh?”

“I’ve apologised.” Sebastian said, scowl deepening. “Now you say thank you.”

“Thank you.” Kimi repeated, mind still playing catch-up. “Huh?”

Sebastian walked up to the counter, leaning over close to Kimi’s face. “I don’t like having to apologise.”

“Don’t be an idiot then.” Kimi replied. His self-preservation really was pathetic. “I thought you were angry with me.”

“I am.” Sebastian said, watching him carefully. “I thought you were scared of me.”

“I am.”

Sebastian grinned, and honestly, it was possibly the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He wasn’t pretending in front of him, and it was dangerous and inviting and almost carefree. “You don’t seem it.”

“You don’t seem angry.” Kimi pointed out. Sebastian shrugged.

“I’m sure I’ll tell you that I don’t like to apologise again in the future.”

“You sound like you’re planning on hanging around.”

“Depends.” Sebastian said lightly. “Do I have something to stay for?”

Kimi smirked. “Are you asking?”

“Yes.”

“The maybe.” Kimi said, pulling back a little. Sebastian made a noise under his breath, trying to follow. “No, I’m not going to be your concubine, or succubus, or whatever it is you have. This human would like to have a date.”

Sebastian smiled, delighted. “I can be patient.”

“You’ll have to be.”

Sebastian watched him for a second, straightening up. “Would you like to come over tonight?”

Kimi eyed him warily. “Am I going to have another near death experience?”

Sebastian smirked. “No.”

“Sure then.” Kimi nodded. “Will I get to see your coffin?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” Sebastian said, walking towards the door. Kimi gaped.

“Wait, you actually have a coffin?”

He only got a laugh in response. Damn, he really hoped there was.

                                                       ~*~

Vampires, it turned out, were incredibly boring. They lived like normal people, where was the fun in that? The coffin didn’t exist (the story persisted, despite the fact there had only been one vampire with a flair for dramatics using them, apparently), and Sebastian’s house was nothing like an old castle. He did have some interesting pieces, it was impossible to live for five hundred years and not collect a single thing, Sebastian said. But underneath it all, it was just a normal house.

“You’re disappointed.” Sebastian said, amused, as they climbed up the stairs. Kimi shrugged.

“All the stories say you live in creepy castles. This isn’t a creepy castle.”

“I do have a creepy castle.” Sebastian said, grinning. Kimi stared. “Really. Well, less a castle, but definitely a mansion at least.”

“Why aren’t you there?”

Sebastian looked at him. “I don’t age, Kimi. It’d look strange if I’m supposed to be sixty and I still look like I’m in my mid-twenties.”

Kimi had to give him that. “So you move around, what, every decade?”

“Pretty much?”

“Since you’ve been a vampire?”

“Not the first hundred years. People knew what we were then, they were scared enough not to come close. And the bloodlust is the only thing you can concentrate on for about a hundred years.”

“Right.”

Sebastian cocked his head. “People don’t really find out about me anymore. Definitely not humans. It’s nice to talk about it, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I can stop.”

“It doesn’t.”

Sebastian stepped closer. “Are you sure?”

Kimi smirked. “It’ll take a few more than old stories to scare me, remember?”

Sebastian stepped even closer, crowding him back up against the wall. “I’ve never met someone so foolish.”

“Have you ever talked to a human long enough to find out?”

“No.”

“We’re all pretty foolish.” Kimi murmured. “We do a lot of stupid things.”

“Is this a stupid thing?”

“Still figuring it out.” Kimi replied. Sebastian’s eyes darkened, and he trailed a finger down Kimi’s face, down his throat.

“What do you want?”

“Everything.” Kimi whispered, and it was all that Sebastian needed. Kimi felt himself being lifted up, pinned up against the wall. Sebastian trailed soft kisses down his throat, a hint of teeth grazing. Kimi whimpered, and Sebastian’s mouth was on his, swallowing any sound he made. Kimi wrapped his legs around Sebastian’s waist, fisting a hand in Sebastian’s hair. Sebastian pulled away, that dangerous smirk still on his face.

“Close your eyes.” Sebastian commanded him. Kimi did as he was asked, only opening them when he felt himself being lowered onto a bed. Sebastian chuckled at his confused expression.

“I can move faster than you. Didn’t want to test your ability to withstand that right now.” Sebastian explained, tugging his shirt off. “I’ve other plans for you.”

“Get on with it then.” Kimi huffed, pulling his own shirt off. Sebastian chuckled again, crawling up the bed and straddling Kimi.

“Not very patient, are we?” Sebastian murmured, raking his fingernails down Kimi’s side. “What shall we do about that?”

Kimi whined as Sebastian started to work at his jeans, pulling them down slowly. Sebastian smirked, as he peeled of his own clothes one by one, before crawling back onto the bed. “Sebastian.”

“Kimi.” Sebastian replied. He leaned over Kimi, biting gently down Kimi’s neck. Kimi whined again, scraping his nails down Sebastian’s back. Sebastian finally moaned, warm against his neck. “Kimi.”

“Get on with it.”

Sebastian’s eyes were dark again, and he was trailing downwards again, open mouthed kisses against Kimi’s torso. Sebastian licked up Kimi’s dick, tasting, watching Kimi squirm beneath him. “What do you want?” Sebastian asked again, watching.

“Everything.” Kimi ground out, gripping onto Sebastian’s hair again. “Please.”

Sebastian swallowed down, holding Kimi in place with ease. Kimi tightened his grip on Sebastian’s hair, whimpering when Sebastian hummed around him. Kimi couldn’t think, his brain was working at a speed he couldn’t keep up with. Everytime there was a hint of teeth, he’d shiver, anticipating a danger that never came. He was coming alive, his body electric, his world centred down to just him and Sebastian.

“I’m -” Was all Kimi managed to utter before he was arching off the bed, falling and crashing harder than he ever had. He gasped, watching Sebastian pull off, his eyes tinted red. “Sebastian.”

“You’re beautiful.” Sebastian whispered, coming up and kissing him hard, bruising. “You’re imperfect, and so beautiful.”

“Do you need to…?”

Sebastian shook his head, blinking rapidly. “No, no, I need…” He trailed off, keeping his head down. Kimi sat up and looked down, and could see Sebastian’s fists clenched tightly.

“Blood.” Kimi filled in. Sebastian nodded, quick. Kimi raised his arm up, raising an eyebrow when Sebastian looked up, shocked. “I give something back.”

He could see Sebastian trying to ignore the urge, but his body won out over his mind, and teeth were sinking down into his arm, Sebastian moaning onto his skin. Kimi hissed a little, but the pain was gone as quickly as it came, only needing to wince a little when Sebastian pulled off.

“Thank you.” Came the quiet words. Kimi flopped down onto the bed, pulling Sebastian with him, putting his arm over Sebastian.

“No thinking now. Sleep.”

“Kimi.”

“Or just lie there. Whatever it is you do.” Kimi yawned, closing his eyes. “I’m sleeping.”

He heard a huff of laughter, and then silence, a cool hand stroking over his new wound gently, as if it could be closed by sheer willpower. Kimi smiled to himself, and let sleep take him.

                                                       ~*~

Kimi blinked awake, the room bathed in a cool light, the curtains pulled open. He groaned, turning and pulling the duvet further over his head, before he noticed there was someone still lying next to him. Kimi pulled a face, frowning a little at Sebastian.

“Have you been there all night?” Kimi asked. Sebastian shrugged, watching him carefully.

“Nothing better to do.”

“You’ve been staring at me all night.” Kimi teased. “Do you like what you see?”

Sebastian didn’t answer, just watched. Kimi sighed, propping himself up. “Are you freaking out? Because that really shouldn’t be you, that should be me.”

“That’s why, I think.” Sebastian said quietly. “Why are you not?”

“I did.” Kimi admitted. “Then I got over it. So you’re a vampire. So what?”

“Kimi, I’ve killed people.” Sebastian sounded tired. “I’m not a good person.”

“I never claimed to be either.” Kimi said, feeling frustrated. “I meant it when I said that I want everything. You’re not corrupting my soul, or asking me to kill people for you. You haven’t even asked me on a date.”

“I don’t eat.”

“So we go and do something else. I don’t care, Sebastian. There’s something about being with you that feels right, and you said it yourself, I’m interesting.”

Sebastian gave a little laugh, relaxing just a bit. “I did say that. It might be the first time you’ve actually listened to me as well.”

“I listen. Don’t always follow.” Kimi said. “If you really don’t want this, I’ll go.”

Sebastian made a pained noise. “I want this. I want this so badly, Kimi, but there are so many things that could go wrong. You’re so breakable, I’m dangerous, if I stay, I’m putting you at risk.”

“If you leave, you’ll be at risk of breaking my heart.” Kimi whispered. “Please don’t do that.”

“What about when I have to leave in ten years.” Sebastian tried. “What then?”

“We’ll cross that problem in ten years.” Kimi muttered, laying back down again, almost nose to nose with Sebastian. “Right now, you’re not going anywhere. And by anywhere, I mean anywhere but this bed.”

Sebastian laughed, pulling Kimi closer. “Only if you’re you’re not.”

No. He definitely wasn’t going anywhere.

[mer-birdman]

For the 7kpp meme! 5, 9, 18, 26 :D

5. Siblings - other - A/U. 

Hm. I haven’t actually created any AU siblings yet, funny enough. But if I were to… I think Theo would have a younger sister, a bit scatterbrained and an incessant chatterbox but absolutely delightful and sweet and the apple of Holt Manor’s eye. Her name would be Atalanta, but her father would call her Thalia and Theo would call her Lala and the staff and citizens of Holt would just call her ‘the sweet little miss’, and Theo would let her do his makeup for formal events since she quickly became better at it than him and in return he would always put her hair up in fancy braids and buns that their mother had taught him before he passed. Lala would be the first one he came out to, and the one who always supported him and cried when he left for the Summit, and she would take over leading Holt in spite of there technically being a regent appointed while he was gone because dammit, it was her land too and she would take care of it just like her brother had! And when Theo stopped wearing skirts entirely and started asking to be addressed as the Count of Holt, she would stare down anyone who turned up their nose and proceed to tear into them with cleverly veiled insults and subtle threats while under the guise of gossiping about makeup.

Shit. Now I’m really invested in Atalanta. THANKS A LOT QUILLITH I DIDN’T REALIZE I NEEDED THIS AU UNTIL NOW *cries*

9. Parents - Hise - Blackthorn.

Since I already talked about Catherine (Irina’s mom) here… let’s talk about Astrid, Amrita’s pirate mum. First of all, she’s T I N Y — like, barely hits five feet, with a razor-sharp asymmetrical haircut and abs that could make you cry and a deep enough voice that everyone always looks around because they don’t think it could possibly come from her. She’s super intimidating and knows at least ten different ways to kill someone in their sleep, but Amrita loves her to bits because she sews like a boss and makes her daughter corsets and bustiers and other special undergarments just for her, and goes out of her way to find herbal medicines from Skalt and Jiyel to block Amrita’s puberty onset until they can find further treatment, and bullies her husband (who never really can say ‘no’ to her because they’re still absolutely soppy in love) into calling their daughter by the right name and pronouns and making sure she is treated fairly by the rest of their town. Astrid is that fucking captain who dives into the ocean to catch fish with her bare hands for dinner and plays with dolphins and when a shark swims up to her she boops it on the nose and pets it while the new shipboys freak out and her poor first mate just sighs like ‘yup, same old shit’. 

(SPOILER FOR THE HISE PLOT: she makes it through her imprisonment by alternating between two tactics: cleverly veiled insults, and blatantly sexual come-ons that she clearly doesn’t mean… at least, probably?)

18. Love - current. 

Okay, look. Irina is stupid in love with Jasper. We literally all know this. He goes from being someone she’s just sort of nervous about to pretty much her entire reason for living, because he’s the first person in years and years to not want anything from her. He takes what she offers him, but even then that’s not anything like her life or her body — she offers him action that he cannot take himself, and he accepts that. For Irina, who’s lived for years feeling like nobody cares about her life outside of what she can give them, whether it be sex or money or pride or connections, that sort of relationship is like a precious jewel. And to have someone who expresses his concern for her and lets her be concerned about him in return is incredibly important to her, after all the time spent with a father too caught up in his grief to properly take care of his only daughter. She loves how he is quiet in his care, not too overbearing and aware of when she needs space and when she needs company, and how he never touches her without her permission (even if it’s just a glance and a nod) and keeps his touch gentle. She loves that he lets her be the one to take initiative (even if it is just because of their particular position), and that he has one more than one occasion expressed a positive regard for her accomplishments and skills and just her as a person. To Irina, it feels like he looks past her scars and trauma and actually fully sees who she is underneath, and that’s precious to her.

26. Descendants.

I don’t really think about descendants, since I haven’t even thought about children for the MCs that will have them (a number of mine won’t, since I personally don’t really care about having children and have a number of MCs romancing characters whose positions won’t require them to have children and who aren’t exactly decided on the matter), so I’m afraid I have to leave this one unanswered for now.

Thank you for asking!!