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fatecantstopme · 2 years ago

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All My Life

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x wife!reader

Summary: Klaus wants to use you in his plans, but Elijah is terrified of losing you. Marcel makes a massive mistake that could end in tragedy for all involved.

Warnings: Mentions of death, mild cursing.

Despite his external levelheaded calm appearance, Elijah Mikaelson was filled with intense emotions that threatened to overwhelm him at any moment. Unlike his siblings, he'd learned how to bottle his emotions and bury them deep down. Very few people would ever notice the turmoil behind his deep brown eyes, but you always did.

650 years of knowing him certainly helped, but it was the 650 years of loving him that really did the trick.

"Hey handsome, what are you doing in the cellar?" you asked as you walked down the stairs.

Elijah held up the bottle of scotch he'd been drinking and offered it to you. "Would you like a drink, (Y/N)?"

You raised your eyebrow and shook your head with a sigh, but you took the bottle from his hands and took a drink. "Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?"

He took the bottle back from you and took a long drink. "Now why would you think something is bothering me?"

"Perhaps because you're sitting in the cellar drinking your weight in scotch? Anyone with two eyes would look at you and immediately know something is wrong."

He looked up at you and you saw a sea of emotions in his eyes. You kneeled down in front of him and placed a hand on his thigh. "Talk to me, Elijah."

"I don't want to burden you with my thoughts."

"Your thoughts are never a burden. I know you and Klaus had a fight. Was that what bothered you?"

He sighed and nodded. He never wanted to show his emotions in public, but it was different with you. However, his argument with Klaus had sent him into overdrive. He was incredibly angry and frustrated, but mostly he was terrified. 650 years of loving you more than life itself and he could lose it all in a single conversation.

You could see he was warring with himself over something. You were worried about him. "Tell me what happened."

"Do we have to talk? Can we just sit here and enjoy each other's company?" He asked softly.

"Elijah," you whispered, "as much as I'd love to sit here quietly with you, I need you to open up. I know you're not okay."

He sighed and reached for you, pulling you into him. You let him hold you against his chest for a moment before pulling away. "Sweetheart," you said softly.

"Klaus wants to use you to remove Marcel and his vampires from the quarter."

You looked up at him in surprise. "What?"

"You're the strongest witch we know, which makes you the best option for combating Marcel." He sighed. "But it's too dangerous. He has Davina and 100 vampires on his side. I don't want to lose you."

"Oh sweetheart, is that what you're worried about? Losing me?"

He nodded. "The risk is too great. Any one of those vampires could try to kill you and Davina may be young, but she's strong."

"I'm immortal, Elijah. They're not going to be able to kill me."

He shook his head. "Not any more."

You pulled even farther away from him. "What?"

"Marcel got several witches to help Davina break your linkage spell."

"How do you know?"

"Marcel requested several of the quarter witches assist Davina in a massive spell. My understanding is he wanted to break the link between you and Nikalus, with the intent of attacking him."

"Attacking an immortal original hybrid? That sounds like a fantastic idea. What is he thinking?"

"Marcel is aware Nikalus cannot be killed, however he can be desiccated via magic. I believe that is his plan. Niklaus will be out of the way and no one will stand between Marcel and his 'kingdom'."

"How do you know about this?"

"Sophie informed Niklaus. Niklaus informed me."

"And then he suggested using me?"

Elijah nodded. "In traditional Nikalus fashion, he did not suggest, he demanded. I do not want to put you at risk, especially now that you are vulnerable. We argued about it, which you already know. I've spent the last hour sitting down here enjoying this 150 year old scotch."

Everything Elijah had told you had you reeling. 645 years ago you had been gravely injured and almost died. If Klaus hadn't found you in time, you would have been dead. Once he healed you, he had a witch create a linkage spell, tying you to Klaus. Essentially, everything that happened to Klaus happened to you and vice versa. However, his immortality also extended to you. As such, you did not age, never got sick, and you'd live as long as he did.

Elijah had been irate when he'd discovered what Klaus had done. In part because Klaus had taken away your choice for immortality, but mostly because Klaus had chosen to tie you to him, despite the fact that he knew how Elijah felt about you. Klaus adored you and that has never changed. Elijah grew to accept and even appreciate Klaus's constant desire to protect you. You never had a desire to be a vampire, so the fact that you could spend forever with Elijah without losing your magic meant everything to you.

"Klaus is willing to risk my life?" you asked in surprise.

"Of course not," Elijah stated. "He insisted that you'll be perfectly fine, but he cannot assure that. And there is the issue of the linkage spell...we don't know the ramifications of breaking it."

You sighed. "I can always reinstitute a linkage spell...perhaps even using you this time around."

Elijah looked at you in a strange manner and you were struggling to determine what he was thinking. "Elijah? What aren't you telling me?"

"You can't do the linkage spell."

"Why not?"

"The spell was very complex and as such certain things were required to conduct it."

"Certain things?"

"Niklaus never wanted you to know what it took to perform the spell." He sighed, clearly wishing he didn't have to tell you either. "The witch who created it used expression. And the complexity of the spell required the creation of an expression triangle in order to channel the energy needed to complete the spell."

You sat in a stunned silence. That may not have meant much to Klaus, but it meant a lot to you. "Did you know?" you whispered.

"(Y/N)..."

"Elijah. Did you know?"

He sighed. "Yes, I knew."

You closed your eyes. The weight of what he was saying was overwhelming. Klaus had killed 36 people just to link you to him. You would have rather died or even become a vampire over murder. "We can't do that, Elijah. It should have never been done in the first place. Expression magic is powerful, but dangerous. Klaus shouldn't have ever done this to me."

"If he hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to spend the last 645 years with you."

"Oh, Elijah. I know, I know." You grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles gently. "We'll figure this out. And while I'm pissed at Klaus, I can't let Marcel hurt him."

"(Y/N), Marcel had you unlinked so he could go after Nikalus without harming you. I don't think he understood what it would mean or how the spell was completed all those centuries ago."

You realized he was right. Marcel was trying to protect you. You weren't surprised by that. You'd been a mother-figure to Marcel when he was growing up. Even now, he still cared about you and you cared about him. "I can't hurt him, Elijah, but I can't just let him come after Klaus."

"Yes you can, (Y/N). My brother will be fine. We will find a way to bring him back in the future. He kept half of our family in caskets for centuries, I think he can stand being desiccated for a while."

"Elijah," you scolded lightly. "We will not stoop to his level. Besides, he has done everything he can to protect me for 6 centuries. I owe him this."

Elijah sighed. "You owe him nothing, my love."

"I owe him my life," you said softly. You touched Elijah's face gently and he leaned into your hand. "I know you're worried, but I am still extremely powerful. That much hasn't changed. I can take Davina and the other quarter witches, even the vampires won't be too much of a challenge."

"You're always so confident, so brave. I wish you didn't have to be."

You smiled. "Would you love me as much if I weren't?"

"It is impossible for me to love you more than I already do, but it might be nice to have a wife who plays it safe sometimes."

"What fun would that be?"

**********

Elijah finally agreed to follow you upstairs into the courtyard, where Klaus was waiting.

"Where the hell have you been?" Klaus asked, clearly annoyed at his brother.

"I needed time, brother."

Klaus looked at you for the first time since you'd entered the room. Your expression answered all the questions he wanted to ask. "(Y/N)," he began.

You held up your hand to silence him. "Don't. You don't get to speak to me right now. I am choosing to help you because I owe you my life, but after that, I'm done. Elijah and I will be leaving the Quarter."

"You can't leave!" Klaus protested.

"I'd like to spend the rest of my days, however many I have, with the love of my life. I have no desire to spend them fighting a war I want no part in." You had already begun to formulate a plan in your mind, a plan that would likely take a whole lot more power than you had to give.

"Rest of your days? (Y/N), we can do another linkage spell--"

"Brother, enough," Elijah interjected. "She has made up her mind."

"She doesn't get to just decide to die, Elijah."

"You never should have taken her choice in the first place."

Silence descended on the two men, both suddenly struck with the inability to speak. You stepped between them, magic flowing freely from you. "Fighting gets us no where. I won't do the spell, Klaus. I can't. There's no situation in which I would be okay killing 36 innocent people just so I could live. It's not worth it--I'm not worth it."

You could see how desperately Klaus wanted to argue with you, but his mouth remained shut. You turned your gaze to Elijah and you found yourself wishing you could relieve him of his pain, his sadness. But you couldn't. "I'm sorry, my love, but I can't abandon him when he needs me most."

Elijah nodded his understanding, always willing to trust you completely. He knew you were more than capable of making your own choices and he trusted that you would make the right one. He just didn't realize what this choice would cost.

"If you'll agree not to argue, I'll release you," you said sternly, looking back and forth between them. They both nodded their agreement, and with a wave of your hand, they found their voices once again.

"I don't agree with this," Klaus grumbled.

"You don't have to," you said pointedly. "You made the decision to rile up Marcel. You chose to make this city a battle ground. Everything from that moment forward is on you."

With that, you inhaled deeply and walked away from them, allowing the spirits to guide you where you needed to go. Steeling yourself for the challenge ahead and the ramifications of your own choices.

Elijah and Klaus both tried to follow you, but the boundary spell you'd placed around the building kept them from leaving.

"(Y/N)?" Elijah said softly, tears filling his eyes.

"I'm sorry, love," you said gently. "You can't come with me."

"(Y/N) you will remove this spell at once," Klaus said sharply.

"You should know better than to try and order me around, Niklaus." It had been a long time since you'd used his full name. He understood the full weight of it even before Elijah did. You saw his eyes widen and he began to beat his fists against the barrier as if he could somehow break through it with nothing but brute strength.

Tears filled your eyes as you silently said your goodbyes to them both, knowing this could be the last time you'd see them. Your gaze met Elijah's one last time and you saw the moment of realization cross his features. Tears filled his eyes and you saw the desperation pooling within them.

"(Y/N)," he whispered, voice broken. "Please."

"I love you, Elijah. Always and forever."

The moment the words left your lips, you turned away from them and moved down the street quickly, never once glancing back. You knew if you did, there was no way you would be able to do what needed to be done.

**********

"You just had to have New Orleans, didn't you? Couldn't leave well-enough alone?" Elijah asked angrily.

"This is my home, my kingdom."

"It was, Niklaus, but it hasn't been yours for over a century. Why couldn't you just leave Marcel alone?"

"I saved him. I raised him!" he bellowed.

Elijah just shook his head, heart too heavy to bother arguing further. "I truly hope this city is worth it, brother."

Klaus was silent, knowing full-well it wasn't worth your life.

**********

"Marcel!" you called as you entered the church. You were surprised to feel his presence here of all places.

Marcel appeared before you as if by magic. "(Y/N). What are you doing here?"

You gave him a pointed look. "I think you know why I'm here, Marcellus."

He winced at the use of his full name. You didn't use it in a condescending way, but in a motherly way, which only made it that much harder for him to hear. "You shouldn't be here," he said quietly.

"Perhaps, but I don't have a choice now, do I?"

"You always have a choice."

You shook your head. "He is family, Marcel, and I owe him my life."

Marcel looked down. "I'm sorry for breaking the linkage spell."

You sighed. "As am I."

Something in your tone scared him. When his eyes met yours again, he saw the emotions swirling in them. "(Y/N)?"

You gave him a tight lipped smile. "The spell was my lifeline and my strength. I'm going to die, Marcellus, and soon. So I might as well do it protecting the people I love."

Surprise lit up his face, but he couldn't move, couldn't think. He was frozen in place. He could feel the streams of power coming from you and it terrified him. He'd never believed you would ever hurt him, but he suddenly wasn't so sure.

Davina felt your presence and came down the stairs, trying to fight against your power, but she was no match for you. Marcel tried to call out to her, to tell her to run, but he couldn't. Davina cried out in pain, her body dropping to the ground, hands holding her head.

All over the city, witches were dropping to the ground and screaming in agony. It lasted for mere moments before every single one of them suddenly fell silent, bodies collapsed on the unforgiving ground, minds unconscious.

Your eyes flicked back to Marcel. "You have to understand, Marcellus. I have to protect them." Not just Klaus and Elijah, but the witches too. You would not let them die at the hands of your family.

He looked at you, eyes begging you to stop.

"They will awaken, but they will have no powers. They will no longer be a threat, therefore they will be safe."

He had no idea you held that kind of power. He knew you were strong, likely a product of your age, but he'd never understood the depths of your power. Power that stemmed from your bond with the world's only truly immortal hybrid, a bond that was now broken.

"I will not kill your friends, the vampires. But I will issue a single warning. A warning which must be heeded by all who hear it." You closed your eyes and called out to every vampire in all of New Orleans. Each one of them heard your voice ring out in their head, "You are given a choice, children of the night. Leave New Orleans by first light or die by nightfall tomorrow. None will be spared."

The moment the words had left your lips, you dropped to the ground, breathing heavily. You'd released Marcel from his hold without meaning to, but you simply didn't have the strength to hold him any longer. You'd had a feeling that breaking the linkage spell would do more damage than any of you had hoped, and it appeared you were right. You could feel the end nearing, your body was dying, the power that had kept you alive draining from you.

"(Y/N)!" Marcel called out as he crawled over to you. After what you'd just done, perhaps he shouldn't care, but he couldn't help it. He picked up your semi-conscious body and began to carry it to the place he knew he was most unwelcome, but he couldn't just leave you alone to die.

**********

"Elijah! Klaus!" Marcel yelled as he reached the entrance to their ancestral home.

Both men appeared almost instantly. Elijah saw your body in his arms and he nearly broke down. Klaus, on the other hand, was immediately filled with rage.

"What have you done to her?" he snarled.

"She did it to herself," Marcel said softly.

Elijah tried to get to you, but the boundary spell was somehow still in place.

"Go," you whispered, voice barely audible. "I can't hold the spell much longer."

Marcel stared at you and realized you were protecting him...one last time. He didn't want to go, couldn't say goodbye. There was so much he wanted to say, but there was no time. He had to go, whether he wanted to or not. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he whispered as he gingerly placed you on the ground.

"I know," you murmured in return.

He looked at the two furious vampires locked within the walls of their home and knew he couldn't stay. Not if he wanted to live. He gave you one last look of sorrow before disappearing into the wind.

You gave Marcel as much of a head start as you could, knowing he would need it. "Don't follow him," you whispered, eyes locking on Klaus's.

"This is his fault," he said angrily.

"It's not," you paused to catch your breath. "Do not chase him. Just let him go. For me."

Both Klaus and Elijah were silent.

"Give me your word."

"I give you my word," Elijah said softly.

You knew without a doubt that he would keep it, but you needed to hear Klaus give his as well. "Klaus?"

He stubbornly looked away.

"Consider it my dying wish, if you must."

That got his attention. "You're not going to die."

"I am dying, Klaus. The longer you take to give me your word, the less time you have to say goodbye."

"Niklaus," Elijah prodded insistently.

"Fine. I give you my word, (Y/N)."

"Good." You released them and immediately felt a wave of relief. That was the last spell you were holding in place and the moment it was broken, you felt air return to your lungs.

Elijah was by your side immediately. He very carefully lifted you up in his arms and carried you to your shared bedroom, laying you ever so gently on the bed.

"There must be someone who can help her," Klaus insisted.

You shook your head. "Not in New Orleans, anyway."

"What? What did you do?" he asked.

"I bound the powers of every single witch in the city."

"(Y/N)," Elijah said softly, hand running through your hair to push it out of your face. "The power that would require..."

"I know," you whispered.

"Plus the message to the vampires? (Y/N), you don't have an immortal hybrid to feed off of anymore. You can't be using that type of magic," Klaus said.

"I'm sorry you both heard that. I didn't have the power to exclude you from the spell. It would have taken too much of my strength and concentration."

"It's okay, my love. Just rest. You need to get your strength back," Elijah said gently.

"My darling Elijah," you murmured, hand slipping into his. "I won't survive the night."

"Of course you will. You're strong," he insisted.

"Elijah, I can feel it. I'm dying."

He finally allowed the tears to flow freely down his face. It was one of the few times in the last 6 centuries of your life together that you'd seen him actually cry. It was enough to break your heart. "Oh, my love," you whispered as you reached for him, pulling him into your arms and holding him against your chest.

Your own tears streamed down your face, but you did your best to be strong for your husband. You knew what he could become without you...without his humanity...and you were terrified he would turn it all off just to keep himself from feeling this pain.

Your eyes met Klaus's from across the room and he looked just as devastated as Elijah did. His pain was different; he blamed himself, and perhaps rightfully so. "I must go," he said as he hurriedly headed for the door.

"Klaus," you called.

He turned to look at you, emotion clouding his face.

You had enough strength left for one simple sentence spoken directly into the hybrid's mind. "Protect him, Niklaus, always and forever."

Klaus looked down, doing his best to hold his tears at bay. He looked back up at you and gave you a firm nod, acknowledging your words and, in his way, giving you a promise.

You watched him walk away, a painful realization coming over you that this would be the last time you ever saw him. You looked down at Elijah and held on just a little tighter. You wanted more time with him...you would have given anything for it. You'd had more time with your husband than most people were ever lucky enough to have, but you still wanted more.

Elijah lifted his head and quickly wiped his face, regaining some of his usual composure. "I'm sorry, my love. I just...I don't want to lose you."

You nodded. "Nor do I."

"How long do we have?" he whispered.

"Hours, at most," you said softly.

He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. "Where do you wish to spend those hours, my love?"

You offered him a small smile. "I think you know."

He met your gaze and gave you a warm smile. "I suppose I do." He scooped you up in his arms and moments later you found yourself laid out on a soft blanket in the middle of the rooftop garden. You'd always loved this spot and you had many fond memories of your time with Elijah there.

"The sun will be setting soon," Elijah murmured as he sat down beside you.

"It will be a beautiful thing to see before I die."

Elijah swallowed thickly and you felt a pang of sadness. "Let's not talk of death now. Let's instead, reminisce."

You smiled up at him and you snuggled in close to him, wanting to be as close as possible for as long as possible. "That sounds wonderful."

You began to talk of some of your favorite memories, of moments you'd long since thought you'd forgotten, of adventures shared with those you loved. Elijah's favorite memories all had you in them, which both made your heart soar and ache in equal measure.

The longer you talked, the weaker you became. The sun was slowly traversing the sky, beginning its slow decent. You knew your time was short, but you couldn't bring yourself to say goodbye. Not to him.

As if he could sense your thoughts, Elijah pulled you even closer. "I would be remise if I did not tell you what is on my heart. I have no desire to have regrets."

"Tell me, then. I'm listening."

He sat up and faced you, taking your hands in his as he spoke. "You have brought a beauty and a joy to my life that I never would have had without you. You gave my life purpose, direction...meaning. You have my whole heart, my darling (Y/N). Always and forever."

Tears streamed down your face, having no energy to fight them. You didn't have words to voice your feelings, your love for him too intense for words. With what small amount of strength remained, you sent a wave of pure emotion straight into him, everything you couldn't say wrapped in a blanket of love only he could feel.

Silent tears fell from his eyes. "Please don't go," he whispered.

You pulled him back down beside you, arms wrapping around his large frame. You couldn't say anything, couldn't reassure him or comfort him. There was nothing you could do except hold him.

The sun had begun to set, painting the blue sky with beautiful shades of pink and orange. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" you asked softly.

"It is." His voice was clouded with pain, but he did his best to remain stoic for you.

"Promise me something, Elijah," you said suddenly.

"What is it?"

"Leave New Orleans. Leave Klaus. Go and live your life for you. You've spent far too long taking care of others. I don't want you to spend another 1,000 years putting yourself in last place. You deserve better."

He looked down at you and your gaze was so ernest, so pleading, that he couldn't find it in himself to say no. "I give you my word, (Y/N). I will not stay in New Orleans."

Your body relaxed against him, comforted by his promise. You knew there were plenty of loopholes, but Elijah would keep his promise to you. He never went back on his word. Ever.

"Will you stay with me?" you murmured.

"Always and forever, my love," he whispered back, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

Not long now...the sun had set and the stars were shining beautifully in the velvet night sky. Each passing moment brought you closer to the end. Despite your unnaturally long life, you found yourself unwilling to let go...you didn't want to die.

"I'm not ready to die," you whispered so softly that no human would have been able to hear you.

Elijah felt a pang in his chest at your words. The tone with which you said them nearly broke his heart right in two. "Nor am I ready to lose you."

There was, of course, another option. An option you had never considered before. You raised your head to look into his eyes.

He knew what you were thinking from your look alone. "I thought that was never an option," he whispered.

"We've never been in this situation before," you answered gently.

He looked away and shook his head. "I do not wish to make you a monster."

You reached for his cheek and turned his head back to you. "You're not a monster."

"Perhaps not in this moment, but I am capable of monstrous things."

You laughed lightly. "And I'm not? I just bound the magic of dozens of witches to protect one very immortal hybrid."

"You did that out of love. It's different."

"I beg to differ."

He shook his head firmly. "It would be unfair of me to turn you, (Y/N). You would lose your magic...your contact with the spirits, with nature. I could not take that from you."

"I believe it's my choice, is it not?"

"You need my blood, so I think it's our choice."

You sighed.

"I choose to protect your soul. I will not turn you."

There was such finality in his tone that you didn't even bother to argue with him. Besides, you didn't want to be a vampire. You just wanted to live.

He knew that better than anyone, perhaps because he knew you better than anyone.

The two of you laid there in a comfortable silence, sharing what you knew would be your last moments together. There was nothing left to say, nothing left to do. Neither of you were capable of saying goodbye, those words too difficult to formulate.

"Are you really just going to lay on this rooftop and die?"

You turned at the sound of an annoyed voice behind you. "Yes, Niklaus, that was my plan." You were surprised that he had come back, never one for goodbyes himself.

"I came up with a better one. Come, there's not much time."

Elijah stood up. "Brother?"

"Both of you, come on. We don't have time for an argument."

You looked at Klaus warily, using Elijah's body to pull yourself up. "What's the plan then, Klaus?"

"Just come with me. Please."

Klaus wasn't one to beg, so you found yourself stepping towards him on instinct. Your body had other plans as you began to collapse. Elijah caught you easily and pulled you up into his arms.

"See? She's already too weak to move. We're running out of time," Klaus insisted.

"Then lead the way, brother."

You found yourself being transported at an uncomfortable speed. The two men moved with the unnatural speed gifted to their species and you quickly lost track of your location. When you finally stopped moving, you were surprised to find yourself in the middle of the bayou.

"What are we doing way out here?" you asked in annoyance, an uncomfortable feeling settling deep in your bones.

"It was the only place I could find a witch who still had their magic," Klaus said.

"He's lucky I owe him or he likely would have gotten a stake to the heart for his troubles," a new voice said from behind you.

Elijah turned around to face the newcomer, giving you a view of the woman's face. "Sophie," you said softly.

"What are you doing in the bayou?" Elijah asked.

"After I gave information to your brother, it wasn't safe for me in the Quarter anymore, so I came out here. Apparently it's a good thing I did," she looked pointedly at you.

"You know why I did it."

"Yes, but that doesn't make it right."

"Perhaps not, but it was a much better option than killing them," you said firmly.

Sophie looked down. She knew full-well what Klaus was capable of and he was certainly not above murdering every single witch in the Quarter just because he could.

"Why are we here?" Elijah asked softly, breaking the silence.

"To help (Y/N)," Klaus said simply, as if that explained everything.

That uncomfortable feeling inside you began to intensify. Something was wrong, but you were too weak to figure out what it was.

"How?" Elijah asked again, much more firmly.

"Sophie has a plan."

And there it was...plain as day. If you'd been in your right mind, you would have noticed it right away. The feeling of darkness, and of death, lingered in the air. An oppressive feeling that threatened to drown all those around it. You recognized the feeling from hundreds of years prior, a feeling you had never understood until now. "What have you done?" you whispered.

Klaus wouldn't meet your gaze and that alone told you everything you needed to know. Sophie looked equally uncomfortable, but she wasn't backing away, which meant at some level she was okay with this.

"Do you understand what you're doing?" you asked her directly. "How dangerous this kind of magic is? It will overtake you. It will kill you."

Sophie shook her head. "I'm not afraid. Besides, I'm more powerful now than I've ever been."

"Then you're a fool," you said softly.

Elijah hadn't said a word, but the way his body stiffened told you he knew exactly what his brother had spent the last couple hours doing.

"Elijah," you whispered. "Take me home, please."

He heard you, but he didn't move. In fact, he couldn't move. He found himself frozen in place, as if he were bound to this very position. Even his voice was silenced, his mouth moved but no words escaped.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), but you're not leaving, nor is Elijah," Klaus said firmly. "Sophie, begin the spell, please."

Sophie began an incantation you vaguely recognized. You struggled against Elijah's hold on you, as if you could somehow escape if he would just let you go. It was useless...Elijah's grip was like stone.

"He can't move, (Y/N)," Klaus said softly.

You looked over at Sophie, realizing what she'd done. "Let him go, Sophie."

She ignored you, continuing her incantation.

"They're all already dead, (Y/N)," Klaus said, forcing your attention back to him. "Do you really wish to waste their sacrifices?"

"Sacrifices?" you yelled angrily. "They didn't sacrifice anything, Niklaus! You killed them!"

"To save you!" he roared back.

"I didn't ask to be saved!"

"I couldn't sit back and let you die. Not when I was the cause," his voice softened. "I couldn't watch you die."

"If Elijah could, then so could you."

"Your death wouldn't weigh on his conscience for the rest of time."

"But it would stay with him, in his heart, for eternity."

"I am not my brother," Klaus whispered.

"That much has always been clear."

Klaus looked away from you, finding your gaze almost too painful to bear. "Use his blood," he said, addressing Sophie.

She nodded and you watched helplessly as she sliced open Elijah's skin, collecting blood from the wound on his arm before it healed in moments. She poured the blood into the bowl on the table in front of her and continued her incantation.

You felt a tingling sensation in your body, one that you had felt almost 650 years ago. The tingling turned into pain, just as you knew it would. Elijah's agony was equal to yours, but he couldn't so much as whimper.

"Please," you begged. "You don't have to do this."

Klaus shook his head. "It's too late, now. Finish it, Sophie."

Fire lit up the bowl, burning all of the contents within it. The fire spread around you, lighting up the pathways of a triangle only the dead could see.

When the fire disappeared, Sophie's chanting ceased, and you felt strength begin to return to your body, flowing through your veins.

Elijah's hold on you softened and he found himself able to move again. "(Y/N)?" he croaked. "Are you alright?"

You nodded. "Are you?"

He nodded.

The color had already returned to your cheeks and he could feel the power radiating from you, just like he always had. Clearly, the renewed linkage spell had worked.

Neither of you spoke, emotions too tangled in the moment. He gently set you down on your feet and you felt as strong as you had ever felt.

You walked over to Klaus and turned his attention to you. "36 people, Niklaus. Was it worth it?"

His eyes locked onto yours and you knew his answer before he spoke. "I would kill 1,000 people to save you, (Y/N). You are worth it."

You disagreed, but you knew arguing with him would make no difference. Instead, you turned to Sophie. "This is your only warning, Sophie. Stop practicing expression magic or lose magic forever."

Her eyes were darker than they'd ever been, confirming that she was already lost to the darkness of expression. "It's the only magic worth practicing."

You sighed. "It will kill you, Sophie. It always does." You shook your head. "You should leave...expression is not tolerated here, especially in such close proximity to the city."

"I depart for California in the morning," she answered swiftly.

You sighed again, turning your attention back to Klaus. "New Orleans is yours, Niklaus, but I'm done. I want nothing to do with you anymore."

You saw the look of pain flash across his face, but he covered it with his usual bravado. "Do whatever you want, (Y/N), but you'll be back. You can't stay away forever, especially from Elijah."

You looked at him in pity, words on your lips silenced by Elijah's first words in what felt like years.

"Wherever she goes, I will follow."

"What?" Klaus asked in shock.

"I cannot leave my heart," he said simply.

You turned to look at Elijah and were overcome with love and adoration for the man you'd loved all your life. He stepped forward and took your hand in his, the warmth you felt was nothing more than your imagination, but you didn't care. For the first time in over 6 centuries you were free. Free to go where you wanted, do what you wanted...just you and Elijah.

"Let's go," you said softly.

Elijah simply nodded and fell into step beside you, ignoring the shocked expression on his brother's face, as well as the words streaming from his mouth. "You won't last a year without me! You'll be back, both of you. You need me."

You walked away without looking back. It's not that you didn't love Klaus, that you didn't care, you were simply angry and hurt. The combination of which gave you the strength to walk away, to leave completely without any qualms.

Elijah scooped you up in his arms suddenly and you let out a surprised yelp.

"Sorry, love. I just figured this would be faster."

You laughed as he sped away from the bayou, heading back towards the city and the home you'd shared for so many years.

The two of you made quick work of the packing and then you were off to the airport, prepared to go wherever the wind would take you.

As always, Elijah used his abilities to get the two of you a private jet to anywhere in the world, so you chose Barcelona, a place you'd never been but always wanted to visit.

"Barcelona, really?" Elijah asked as he settled into his seat beside you. "You should have mentioned something sooner, my love. I would have taken you."

"We've never had the time, Elijah," you said softly.

"We've got all the time in the world now, my love. Just you and me."

"Always and forever?" you asked.

He grinned and kissed your forehead. "Always and forever."

#Elijah Mikaelson x reader #Elijah Mikaelson #Klaus Mikaelson #Niklaus Mikaelson #Klaus x reader #Elijah x reader #the vampire diaries #the originals #Marcel Gerard #tvd #Elijah Mikaelson x wife!reader

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spectorofkhonshu · 3 years ago

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Alright y'all, lemme be real fucking clear here

Jake Lockley is not evil, Jake Lockley is not "just a killer", Jake Lockley is not a bad person

Jake Lockley is a protector in a system that has been severely traumatized as a child and were not protected and taken care of like they should have been.

Yes, he seems more prone to violence than Marc or Steven, but that does not make him an evil, unfeeling person. He's doing what needs to be done to protect them. The times we know for absolute sure that he has shown up (episode 3 in Cairo, episode 6 in the final battle) have been times where the system was about to die. In episode 3, Marc had been knocked down/out by Harrow's followers, and when he comes back front they're on a cliff. It seems like Harrow's followers were about to throw the system off of a cliff, and Jake came front to protect them and keep them alive, and you'll notice that he left the teenager alive, and let Marc back front as soon as the immediate life-threatening danger had passed. In episode 6, Marc was again on the ground, after Harrow threw his worst trauma in his face, with his soul being pulled out of his body, and Layla was surrounded by Harrow's men. Again, Jake fronted to save their life, and then stepped back once the immediate threat to their life was handled

He is not a cold-blooded killer, he's a protector doing his best to keep their system alive when there are people actively trying to fucking murder them

Stop writing him as this cold, hard, unfeeling person. Stop writing him as participating in senseless violence just because he wants to

You are doing a disservice to Jake as a character, and you are waving a bright red flag over your head that tells systems "hey I don't know what I'm talking about but I'm going to perpetuate harmful stereotypes because it's fun for me!"

Fucking. Stop. It.

~Singlets (non-systems) can and should reblog but DO NOT speak over us~

#moon knight #Moon Knight series #jake lockley #I'm begging y'all to start listening to systems #Please #ch: the hidden protector

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andsheloved · 3 years ago

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petal

pairing ~ geralt of rivia x f!reader

word count ~ 5.2k

summary ~ geralt was never a man of many words, so he does what he can to show how he feels for you.

warnings ~ fluff!! mild language, gross man tries some verbal harrasment, intimidation & unwanted touching, (geralt saves the day!), hurt/comfort, mention of reader wearing a dress, descriptions of blood and injury, mutual pining but they're idiots, minor angst, not good self talk, mention of feelings of worthlessness

a/n ~ uh oh friends i accidentally opened a doc and this happened, i am an absolute sap for pet names and goodness gracious writing a fic about a geralt giving a pet name escalated into this, so i hope you all enjoy!! mwauh!!

Petal.

A delicate, weak thing that floats away on the breeze at the mere mention of any danger.

Even when you had tried to prove yourself time and time again that you were certainly not either of those things

It was still what he called you.

"I don't need anything, especially not from you" He had huffed at you during your initial meeting

You tried not to be taken aback but his gruffness, you had been told of Witcher's harsh nature's your entire life, hearing the stories and songs of their exploits throughout your village since you were small, but still, you had never expected to meet one, nor had you expected for any of them to be quite so large.

When he finally stood to his full height, you had to actively make sure to keep your mouth closed in fear it might fall to the floor if you let it act on it's own accord.

Though he was much taller than you, you refused to be intimidated by him, still standing your ground before him, thankful your dress covered your legs, less anyone see your trembling knees.

The brunette beside you still persisted. "She's perfect, I promise, and we'll never have to see her again afterwards, hm?" He turned to you with a smile, and you shook your head earnestly, though you couldn't deny how some part of you longed to stay with the pair longer than for just this.

The white haired man took you in once again, his heated gaze traveling from your slightly worn shoes to your hair as if he were appraising you like a cow from market. He finally sighed, "Fine." He grumbled, almost slamming his mug down on the wooden bar.

"I think he likes you" The other man commented, gently placing his hand on your lower back as the both of you followed the Witcher out the front door.

It was surely an unconventional way of meeting, but there seemed to be nothing truly conventional about either of the pair, Jaskier and Geralt as you later learned. You would have expected such a harsh man would have taken up more, like-minded companions, but the more you witnessed Jaskier's sunny disposition combating with Geralt's brash nature, the more you felt that this pairing was one that was always meant to be.

Though your addition to the group was quite unexpected.

You were only supposed to be nothing more than midnight Striga bait, something to lure it out into the forest, only to be hopefully saved at the last second by Geralt's skill. That was all you were supposed to be, but as your heart raced that night, feelings of both fear and excitement pulsing through your veins, as shadows cast by the full moon danced around you, you knew you couldn't go back to your village. How could you? All your life, you had only ever known muddy streets and market barkers and clouds that never seemed to allow the sunshine to peak through. How could you ever return to any of that, when just these few moments in darkness gave you more adventure than in any of your years of living in the light of your town.

Jaskier seemed to notice that particular glint in your eye once the deed had been done.

"Wasn't she helpful?" He smirked, "Maybe we should keep bringing her along?"

Geralt only grunted in response as he looked upon the now deceased creature.

You tried your best to hide the smile that threatened to split your cheeks at the thought, you could only imagine what a week with them would be like if this was just one night.

"I mean..." Jaskier sauntered slowly over to him, "She did catch us this Stri-"

Geralt turned to him in an instant, a wordless, piercing snarl plastered on his face, and you felt a slight twinge of disappointment at his obvious disdain at the thought of you joining them.

"It would take us another three days to bring her back, it would just make things quicker if she stayed with us, and, no offense" He quickly turned to you, "I'd rather continue on, than have to travel three extra days back to that shit hole."

Geralt hummed, turning to you now, and in the pale light of the moon that shown through the trees, you swore you saw him appraising you once again just as he had when he first met you.

"We're taking you back as soon as this is over." He spat as he walked towards you, shouldering past you as he stomped through the woods.

Jaskier flashed a quick smile at you, "He'll come 'round, he always does."

One week turned to two, two turned to three, weeks turned to months, and you still continued to be brought along on adventures with the two, experiences that you never could have imagined partaking in, in even your wildest dreams, were now things that you experienced on a fairly regular basis.

You saw kingdoms, glittering castles, and kindhearted princesses. You witnessed the fiercest monsters and the most entrancing magic, the adventures you had always been warned to stay away from, you found yourself right in the middle of all of them.

Though as thrilling as your new life was, sometimes you would miss your somewhat-soft bed and the comfort of knowing you would always have some place warm to stay, but you made the most of what you had, savoring the creature comforts you came across as much as you could when you did gather enough coin for a night or two stay at a local inn.

It was on one of these particular nights when he had first called you that.

Petal.

Geralt had sent you in with a small satchel to pay for the rooms while he hitched Roach on one of the posts outside of the inn.

It was an infrequent occasion when you had enough to rent three separate rooms for yourselves, but monsters were not an infrequent occurrence around these parts, and the influx in beasts also meant a slight raise in pay.

"Three rooms, please" You spoke softly, stifling a yawn with your hand as you did. It had been a long journey, and both you and Jaskier knew no one but Geralt was allowed to even touch Roach, so walking long distances was something you had gotten used to, though getting accustomed to the walking didn't mean you had grown to be any less exhausted after the lengthy journeys.

"One room." The main replied sharply, snapping you from you exhaustion almost immediately. "I only see one of ya. One room."

"Sir-"

"One room." He looked you over, a sort of repugnant heat in his gaze that you didn't quite care for. "One room... For the pretty lady all alone at night... Not very proper of ya" He scoffed.

Your stomach turned at the man's words as he circled around the desk, only pausing when he stood directly beside you.

"My friends are right outside. They'll be here in a minute." You hastily replied, not bothering to make eye contact with the man.

You visibly recoiled when you felt his hot breath suddenly fan across your cheek. "Y'er friends aren't here now are they? One. Room."

You quickly jumped from the mans touch on your waist, and finally turning fully towards him, you saw how his smile was a nauseating mix of yellows and greens as he sneered at you, creeping closer to you as you now felt yourself being cornered in between the corner of the small desk and the wall opposite.

"Well, if y'er gonna be so impolite, no room then." The man towered over you, and although you tried to keep calm, you couldn't help the way your breath shook as you stared up at the man.

The sudden sound of the swinging front doors slamming against the walls made you jump, "Petal!" You heard Geralt call.

The man almost instantly stepped away from you, his gaze now pointing to the floor. You turned to Geralt, your eyes wide with confusion and shock.

"Was wondering if you had gotten our rooms" He added, calmly sauntering over to you and gently placing a firm hand on your lower back, pushing you quickly out of the corner and into his side.

Your mind was racing, both from the shock of the inn keeper's advances and Geralt's sudden entrance and even more sudden touches. It wasn't like he hadn't ever touched you before, it was only that this felt different. Other times, he had just aimlessly grabbed at you, quickly pulling you away and out of reach from whatever creature you found yourselves up against, those touches were rough and almost meaningless, he was only saving you because he had to. You knew you were nothing but another burden for him to worry about on those hunts.

This was different. This was soft, protective, and for a moment, you even thought it was something akin to caring.

You could hear the door shudder behind you again and you could tell it was Jaskier, a soft 'oh' coming from behind you as he watched the situation unfold.

"I was just tellin' her we got three rooms just for ya right next to each other, down that hall" The man rushed, pointing down the dimly lit hallway with shaky fingers, "Just straight to the left."

Geralt took the small bag from you, reaching into it and placing a handful of coins on the counter. "Thank you" He mumbled, an intimidating glare on his face before he led you off.

You noticed how few coins he had given the man as you passed the counter and knew it was nowhere near the actual cost for three rooms, yet the man still didn't dare to say a thing as you three walked off.

Probably a matter of self preservation more than anything.

You opened the door to your room, a satisfied hum escaping your lips as you felt the warmth of the small bedroom already begin to flood your shaken senses.

"Are you alright?"

Your breath hitched in your throat at the unexpected voice that came from behind you, turning quickly to see that Geralt still lingered in the doorway.

"Fine," You sputtered, "Just a little shaken, that's all."

"Are you sure?"

You had never seen him so concerned, his brows were furrowed as he looked at you, his lips drawn into a thin line of concern.

You smiled softly at him, "I'm fine, I promise, just need some rest." You threw your arms above your head as you yawned once again.

"That's... Good." The words seemed to almost pain Geralt to say, like he was confessing something to you he hadn't even confessed to himself yet.

"Thank you, though, for your help." You smiled, a foreign heat blooming in your chest as you uttered the words.

Geralt didn't respond at first, his head tilting to the floor, though you swore you watched the beginnings of a smile begin to turn the corners of his lips. He mumbled a quiet "Goodnight", as his eyes flickered to you form, quickly looking you up and down again before shutting the door behind him, leaving you no less astonished then you were before.

The morning came all too quickly, after a rather sleepless night, you felt yourself longing for another night's stay, and if it weren't for the previous night's events, you thought that maybe you would have been able to convince Geralt to stay one more night, but you knew neither him, nor you would want to stay another evening under the same roof with that man.

You weren't sure if you would have gotten much sleep regardless.

The word echoed through your fatigue-addled mind, even as you felt yourself slowly pulled to consciousness by the slivers of sunlight that peaked through the thin curtains in the bedroom.

Petal.

He could have just called you by your name, it wasn't like he didn't know it by now. But Geralt was strategic, he never did anything without a reason, so maybe it was just a tactic to get the man away from you? Imply that the two of you were a bit more familiar to scare the man off?

"How are you faring?" Jaskier asked, tearing you from your thoughts as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder.

"I'm fine" You replied, staring to feel like a broken record, "I am, Geralt seemed to come in just in time though" You chuckled lightly, both watching him as Geralt readied Roach

"He always has a way of knowing when you're in trouble" Jaskier mumbled

"What-" You were quickly cut off by the familiar whinny of Roach, the both of you instinctively aligning yourselves on the side of her as she made her way through the town.

Jaskier only let out a smug, self satisfied hum, continuing to look forward and leaving you to torture yourself with your own thoughts.

You couldn't tell how long it had been since you left the inn, it could have been days since and you probably wouldn't have noticed, your brain only occupied by the teasing phrase Jaskier had spoken to you.

"Are you alright?" You heard Geralt's coarse voice utter once again, you huffed in frustration, how many times must everyone ask you that?

"Yes." You answered sharply, though a strange, pained feeling washed over you at your tone towards him, you chose not to think too much on it now. You finally turned up to him, noticing how he had suddenly stopped, the abrupt pause had Jaskier also now looking to him, his head tilted in confusion.

If you had blinked, you would have missed it at the speed at which Geralt dismounted, but he now stood directly in front of you, his face only inches from your own, and your chest filled with that unfamiliar, warm feeling from before.

"You can ride... If you'd like..." He finally spoke, his eyes never meeting your own as he did.

You had to stifle the scoff that threatened to leave your lips, for a moment you wondered if some Doppler had snuck into his room at night and taken his place, but then you looked into his eyes, that same unintelligible bashfulness when he stood in your doorway had appeared in his eyes once again.

"That would be nice... Thank you" You would have been a fool to say no, this would surely be the only time he would ever offer for anyone to take his place on Roach. Not only that, but you felt yourself thinking of how his face would possibly fall if you denied him, and you almost winced at the thought.

With just as much suddenness as the night before, his large hands wrapped around your waist, "May I?" He asked, a surprisingly timid smile appearing on his face.

You nodded softly, your eyes growing wide when he lifted you onto the horse as if you weighed nothing. You swallowed thickly as you adjusted yourself on Roach, nodding again as Geralt began to pull on her reigns to continue the journey.

You looked around you, sighing as you admired the new view from atop the horse, but even as you admired your surroundings, you still heard the soft grumble that came from the man.

"Petal"

You were too stunned to say anything, you almost thought you had imagined it, but the annoyed groan from Jaskier beside you only confirmed what you now knew to be true, he had said it again.

There was a long journey ahead, but you noticed how you seemed to dread it a little bit less.

You weren't even supposed to be there.

Both you and Jaskier had initially stayed back at the small camp you had set up that morning, peacefully enjoying some tea you had managed to make after several failed attempts of starting a fire.

Geralt said it was to be simple, nothing he hadn't done before, but something about the deafening silence you both heard when the lake was so close, had something uneasy settle in your stomachs.

"Geralt?" Jaskier called, the both of you now sitting in anxious silence as you awaited for some sign of life.

Though nothing came.

Jasker called his name again, his cries once more met with the same blaring quietness.

It was as if your legs moved on their own accord as you carelessly threw your small cup down, starting in the direction of the lake, ignoring the concerned yells from Jaskier as you did.

You weren't the monster hunting type, that's not what they had brought you on for in the first place.

You were bait at most, and someone to make tea at the least.

You didn't kill monsters.

You felt a fearful shudder run through you at the idea that you may actually have to fight something, this was nothing anyone had ever prepared you for, but you supposed there was a first for everything.

The foul smell of the bubbling water filled your nose first before you even began to see the lake, though still, you heard nothing.

You continued to sprint as fast as your legs could take you, silently praying to hear some sound, any sound, as you got closer.

A yell, a grunt, a whisper even, you'd take anything.

But still, the silence persisted.

You couldn't quiet the shocked yell that ripped through your lungs at the sight when you finally reached the body of water.

The monster was dead, and somewhat guiltily, you felt your shoulders sag in relief as you observed how it's limbs had been haphazardly thrown in all directions, and the familiar sword nestled within the top of it's skull. But laying along the muddy bank was Geralt, both hands pressing firmly on his side, his eyes screwed shut and his jaw clenched.

You called his name, rushing to his side, almost sliding across the ooze-covered ground as you knelt beside him.

As if he sensed your presence, he moaned, sluggishly turning his head to you.

"What happened?" You asked frantically, he only moaned again in response and you huffed, distraught and almost delirious as your eyes scanned him.

As you sat beside him and got a closer look at his form, you could tell he was bleeding, a dark, crimson liquid leaking between fingers he pressed so snugly against his side. You tried to calm yourself as your frenzied hands wandered his chest and torso, searching for any other injuries, you knew he had to be taken back to the camp, but you were also certain you wouldn't be able to drag him back there on your own, nor did you think that even with you and Jaskier's strength combined you would be able to do so, leaving you with only one other option.

"Geralt?" He groaned, his eyes now blinking open, "Geralt?" You grabbed both his shoulders, briskly shaking them before you called his name again. After a moment, his eyes finally fully opened, a soft smile appearing on his features as he slowly began to gain his full consciousness.

"Petal..." He hummed, his eyes almost fluttering closed again before you shook him a second time.

"Can you do something for me? Geralt?" Your voice was almost hysterical as you spoke, "Can you do me one favor?"

Geralt continued to smile gingerly as he nodded his head.

"Okay, could you get up for me? Could you stand?"

His face immediately dropped into a pout as he shook his head, a deep rumble of a chuckle escaping him as he did.

You took a deep breath, attempting to steady yourself. You didn't know as much as Geralt, but you knew enough to know that this was not good.

He was delirious.

You internally cursed yourself for not listening to him more in those quiet moments he would talk to Roach about the other monsters he had dealt with.

You had no idea what you were dealing with.

"Camp..." He finally mumbled, his voice was weak, not like his usually commanding tone.

"Yes, we have to get you-"

He almost knocked you over at the force at which he abruptly stood, his legs trembled as he took slow steps, and you shot up beside him, lifting his arm and placing it around your shoulders to balance him as much as you could.

"C'mon-" You strained as he leaned all of his weight on you for a moment, "Let's get you back"

The rest of the dawdling journey was spent in the company of ditzy hiccups and laughs, you would imagine what a handful he would be if he ever got drunk, but your mind was too preoccupied with the still-bleeding wound Geralt covered with his other hand on his side.

"Oh my Gods" Jaskier murmured the moment he saw you appear from beyond the brush, rushing to Geralt's other side to assist you.

"What happened?" He inquired, tone almost just as frantic as yours

"I don't know."

"Is he going to be alright?"

"I don't know." You hated how your voice shook as you spoke, if your voice was stronger, maybe you would have yelled at Jaskier for his insistent line of questioning, but your only focus was now on Geralt.

You both grunted as you layed him down on the thin cot in his tent, Jaskier turned to look through the bag that was placed in the corner, anxiously tossing bottles and small pouches to the side.

Geralt grumbled once again, turning again to his side to look at you. "Petal..." He groaned, and you found yourself nodding.

"I'm right here" You sighed, your eyes now brimming with tears. "We're going to take care of you, okay? Like you've always taken care of us. You're going to be okay, promise?"

His delusional smile faded for a moment, before he shook his head.

"No, no, don't do that, you are going to be okay... Jaskier!"

"I'm doing my best!" He scrambled, "It's usually Geralt doing this-"

Geralt's left hand suddenly fell from his side, fingers weakly pointing to a rounder, black bottle that had been tossed aside in Jaskier's initial panic.

Jaskier clumsily placed the bottle in his hand, your shoulders sagged in relief when Geralt swiftly removed the cork from the bottle, drinking its contents in a single swig. His breathing seemed to even in mere seconds as his eyes fluttered closed.

"Well," Jaskier sighed, "He's not dead."

You couldn't recall a time when you had seen him sleep for this long, in fact, you couldn't seem to recall a night where you had seen him sleep at all.

Even as you turned his body and adjusted his limbs so you could properly bandage and clean the deep slash on his side, his light snoring continued.

Jaskier had left the tent hours ago, adamantly saying how he needed to rest after such a stressful event, even though you could still here the soft strumming of a lute and quiet humming just outside the tent long after he had left the two of you.

The world was quiet once Jaskier had officially retired, Geralt's breathing and the muted crackling of a slowly dying fire being the only sounds that surrounded you as you worked.

Though Geralt was never the most talkative travel companion, it was still strange for him to be completely silent, not even a grunt or hushed 'hmm' to break the reticence.

"You worried us, you know? I know you hate that, people worrying over you, but you scared us" You whispered, trailing your fingers along the injury, now completely covered by beige cloths and hidden underneath his shirt. "You scared me, I thought I was going to have to kill a monster" You chuckled to yourself, "I wasn't sure how that was going to go, maybe you should show me... At some point... Maybe" Your voice was wistful as you spoke, wondering if he would ever take you up on that offer once he finally awoke, most likely not.

He had always made it a point to never put you in any real danger, even though sometimes you'd find yourself standing directly in front of jaws that would surely eat you alive in seconds, Geralt would always assure you that you were safe, that he would kill the beast before it ever got close enough to truly hurt you.

Every time you had asked him for any sort of training so you could defend yourself if anything went wrong, he'd only scoff at you "I don't need you hurting yourself, or worse." He would always say, "I'll handle it, Petal."

"Why do you call me that?" The words tumbled from you before you could even think about them, "I do have a name you know," You smiled "I've never understood why you call me that." Maybe you didn't mind it so much.

"Soft."

You froze, unsure if your mind was playing tricks on you in the silence, or if Geralt had actually spoke.

"It's because you're soft."

Yes, he was definitely speaking to you.

You chose to ignore him completely at fist, looking forward as if he wasn't laying directly below of you as you sat on the small log you had turned into a makeshift seat. He's just waking up from a dream, you thought, he's still recovering

You heard a deep chuckle before he spoke again, "You wanted to know, and now you're ignoring me."

"Geralt? You're awake?" You asked, finally facing him.

"Clearly."

"How are you feeling?" You stammered, your breaths becoming shallower as you wondered if he had heard all of what you had said.

"Nothing I can't handle."

"I'm glad" You sighed, "I'll leave you then." You added abruptly, your only thought being of leaving the situation as quickly as possible. Though just as you began to stand, a firm hand gripped your wrist.

"No, stay." He grumbled, his eyes blinking away the remainder of his fatigue. "Please."

You returned to your place and he slowly released you, his fingers softly lingering on your hand before it dropped to his side again. Geralt groaned as he attempted to sit up, almost wincing as he finally straightened himself.

"You should res-"

"I'm fine." He grumbled, "Thank you, for... This" Geralt gestured to his side as you nodded.

"No need to thank me," You did your best to hide the twinge of anxiety in your faintly trembling voice as you spoke, but you were certain you'd already been found out regardless. "It's the least I could do after all you've done-"

His rough hand had found yours again, the pad of his thumb tracing over your knuckles as he listened to you.

"For me..." You managed to continue, your eyes focusing on the abrupt, calming touches from the man in front of you.

You could almost swear there was the beginning of a soft smile on his lips as his eyes followed his fingers, lightly tracing the ridges of the top of your hand. "It's because you're soft, Petal" He finally stated, "I never meant anything by it."

"No it's nice-" You faltered, "I just never thought it was because you liked something about me" Your voice was thick with weariness and confession as you spoke. It wasn't that Geralt hadn't shown you any ounce of caring or friendliness during the time you had known him, it was only the fact that you never thought that a man so blunt and threatening would ever give you an epithet based off of something as gentle as the softness of your touch.

Your eyes finally flickered to his and you almost instantly wanted to return your gaze to your lap. His stare was too sharp, too intense, for you to even handle without having to look away for a moment.

You had to think that he was still feeling the effects of whatever venom or blood loss - induced haze that had gotten you into his tent in the first place.

He couldn't be looking at you like that.

Like he wanted to smother you alive.

Like he wanted to keep you all to himself in this small space forever.

Like he wanted to love you.

A contemplative 'hmm' was all you received in response at first, though still tracing over your hand, he continued "And why do you think that?" He questioned.

"You never wanted me to join you in the first place."

His movements stilled, you found yourself even shocked by your own words. You had never spoke to him so plainly about your feelings, perhaps it was something about being so close to him that made it so difficult to hide.

"That's true." He acknowledged, and you felt a dull, thrumming ache of discontent bloom in your chest at his admission.

"I was only ever bait for you to use to get you monsters" You added, feeling an unexpected rush of tears flood your eyelids.

There was a brief pause before he responded again, "That's true."

"And when I ask for you to train me, to show me something that could be more useful than just standing and waiting for something to kill me, you refuse." You felt helpless as you spoke, feeling like you were finally admitting things to yourself you had pushed to the very corner of your mind for so long. You felt disposable, and it hurt to watch as he mindlessly agreed to all of your concerns. "I want to be something more..."

You meant to say something else, something quick and biting so he understood that you weren't to be taken advantage of anymore, but you weren't sure that even if you opened your mouth a single sound would even escape. You felt your cheeks begin to dampen as your teeth pulled at your quivering bottom lip.

Through the heart beat thundering in your ears, you heard Geralt murmur your name, nevertheless, you refused to look at him, your gaze still fixed on the soil under your feet as you tried to stifle your own whimpers.

Your breath hitched in your lungs when two fingers grabbed your chin, tilting your head upwards. You hadn't noticed how he had shifted, now kneeling in front of you, his face level with your own.

He stated your name again, this time with more certainty as he stared back at you, his brow lightly furrowed as his hand shifted to cup your face, his thumb whipping the tear that rolled down your cheek. "But so much has changed since I've begun to know you..." He whispered, "You are more to me."

You didn't have a moment to respond before his lips crashed into yours, his other hand creeping up to your neck as he pulled you closer. His kiss was bruising, though it still remained a gentle mess of passion and tears as he cradled you between his palms, holding you with a tenderness as if he held the entire planet within his hands. He groaned into you when your hands found purchase on the collar of his black tunic, your senses completely surrounded with nothing but him as he slanted his lips across yours.

"You are more to me than that" He spoke breathlessly, his lips still continuing to chase your own between words, "I care for you, and I know that I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you."

"Geralt-"

"Please, I can't lose you because of this. You mean too much to me." His breathing was shallow as he pulled away from you, hands still cupping your cheeks as he did.

You could only nod at first before finally gathering yourself enough to speak, "I care for you, Geralt..." Your smile was weak and tearful as you replied. "Too much to leave now."

"Stay?" He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours as you nodded softly once again.

Geralt let out a pained moan as he adjusted himself on the cot, slowly lowering himself on the linen and shifting himself just enough to allow you room to lay beside him.

You smiled as you pressed against him, the comforting warmth of his arms wrapping around your waist already beginning to push you into sleep.

Before the exhaustion of the day could finally pull you under, you felt the delicate press of Geralt's lips against your forehead, the quiet rumble of his voice finally lulling you to sleep.

"Soft."

oh my goodness gracious, my heart, i am actually kind of super excited about how this turned out surprisingly!! i do love some hurt/comfort, and i've been feeling slightly e h about myself, so i hope this does bring some comfort to anyone feeling that way!! or just some comfort to you all in general!! i hope you are all doing so well!! mwauh!!

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assiraphales · 2 years ago

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PLEASE do you have more thoughts on shawn and gus?? I remember that episode and there were literally so many others where it was implied/said they were a couple and they don’t deny it

oh boy do I

-that time henry says "this is my son shawn and his... gus" bc how else do you describe the man that your son has spent practically every day of his life with?

-when shawn found out that gus is married and is genuinely so upset bc he had his best man speech written out already (and his eulogy lol)

-just the fact that gus' parents have to invite shawn to CHRISTMAS

-the episode where juliet and shawn go on a couples retreat, and as they're driving away from gus standing in the parking lot she asks "are you guys going to be ok two days without each other". shawn throws up the 'call me' hand gesture. 'all by myself' starts playing & gus looks sad. they do not in fact go two days without seeing each other

-shawn is so considerate when it comes to gus-- always including him, always making him look/sound good/just generally propping him up, literally threatening gus' boss so gus could work at psych and in pharmaceuticals bc it is what makes him happy

-the episode that this ask is referring to ofc where sean says that gus would never date him bc he was voted most likely to succeed

-the way that whenever they find out the other is in danger they're brains just completely shut down and all rational thought exits the building

anyways I went from 'shawn and gus r just very good friends' to 'they're in LOVE' in the matter of months so sorry for this !

#long post #psych #shawngus #shawn spencer #burton guster #shawn x gus

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wizardpigeon · 2 years ago

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Super duper enjoy the idea of Billy Batson being kind of a halfa?

Like, dude gets struck by lightning every time he transforms, so maybe that first transformation, he technically died and was revived by the god magic

So while he's not technically a ghost or an actual halfa, he's just close enough that Danny can sense his distress as King,

So one day the JL are fighting some Eldrich fuck whos from the infinite realms, and they're really struggling, like if the whole league was there it probably wouldn't be as bad but most of the other heavy magic hitters are off world

So Shazam is p much on his own here, and he's not doing so hot, this is probably close to the first time he's ever really struggled to win a battle, at least while the fate of the world hangs in the balance

So off in amity or wherever, Danny gets a little Ping on the KingSense, that's a thing for when one of the king's subjects is in (after)life threatening danger, like truly a big one not just Ur run of the mill life threatening danger

So he hops through a portal and just fucking destroys the thing,

And then the JL obviously want to know who he is but he's more interested in this weird fucking guy that seems to be both a halfa but not a halfa?????? And he's magic?????

#dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #danny phantom #dc

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lxstfuck · 3 years ago

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Prompt: Teasing and eventually taking care of sub!eddie while he’s hiding from Jason and his gang, like telling him you know he couldn’t have hurt anyone cuz he’s your good boy, going down on him and eventually riding him to relieve his stress. Poor baby is so scared but the reader helps him forget even if it’s just for a little while 😵‍💫

Rolling, yelling and moaning a little.

You wish is my command dearie!

Stress free; Sub Eddie Munson x Dom fem reader

Tags: Little mommy kink (Eddie calls reader mommy twice), Aftercare duh!,dom Fem reader, sub Eddie, little bit of dacryphilia implied and lots of praise! S4 spoilers and changes since it's needed, i added a little titty play cuz he adores titties and your a bad bitch, unprotected sex (wrap it babes!), Cumming inside.

A/n: Just a little FYI you smoke and your not a little bitch nah! You do have piercings and ur tiddies are pierced and he absolutely loves it! That's it!

He was scared. No. He was terrified. You were the first person he talked to. He was so scared that sometimes he would threaten you. Eventually, Dusting and some other kids that Dustin said were friends. Still, you didn't trust anyone, not even the girl that was called Robin. You threatened Steve with a cracked bottle and when you glanced at your boyfriend, and he nod, you let them go.

They explained quickly that Eddie was in danger -but you knew that already- of course you knew this beforehand but still frowned at this. You wanted to help him. You'd give your life to protect him. But for now, you could only help him by staying by his side and caress him.

Not long after they left and promise to keep in touch Jason's gang came by. You were smoking a normal cigarette but you seriously doubted they knew the difference. So as soon as they saw you, long sweater and baggy pants, cigarette in hand they approached you.

“Where's your freaky boyfriend, L/N” You smirked, a shit eating grin that made them question what was so funny. “I know you know where he is or is he here with you?”

He kept questioning until you got bored and threw the cigarette on the grass, stepping on it with unnecessary force. Exhaling the last bit of smoke left in your mouth you licked your lips and raised your head and crossed your arms.

“I don't know where he is.” another boy you didn't really know raised an eyebrow. “Disappointed? My parents too.” you laughed at your own joke. “Trust me blondie. I wouldn't tell you even if i knew. Now," you clapped once, remarking your point. “I'm trying to get high and from what I see you're looking for an excuse to assert the little of dominance you have here so get out of I'll start kicking ass while smoking again.” Jason wouldn't dream of facing you.

No one would face you. You lived near Eddie and Max and for your own sake you had to learn to fight. You were in the fight club and you were one of the best so far. Your technique was always aggressive and cold.

“Go. Leave. Bye!" You yelled as they muttered something and left slowly. You cussed them and when you were sure they left you went back inside.

What awaited you was a curled up Eddie hiding in a corner as he covered his mouth. Almost like he was in a horror movie and he was about to get eaten by the monster. Maybe it felt like that to him. But to you, he was just a little cat that was scared. You believed him right from the start. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Even if the story came off as weird and rather fantasy like, you believed him.

“They're gone my cute wizard" He looked at you at the nickname to see you with a soft smile plastered on your face.

He cautiously stood up and hugged you. He towered over you but you still hugged him back and rubbed his back. Reassuring him everything will be fine.

“Do you really think i did that?" his voice was cracking and even if he looked the prettiest when he cried, you didn't want to see him cry right now. Not for this reason at least. “Promise i didn't do it..." He kept rambling about how he would never hurt her and telling the story over and over again. You kissed him softly to shut him. It worked like a charm.

“Of course you didn't do anything Eddie” your tone was soft, sincere and this Eddie noticed. “You're such a good boy. You would never do anything wrong". He sighed at this and you say in a corner and he sat in front of you. “Hmm?"

“I am? M' a good boy?” He questioned and you knew he needed this reassurance and when he leaned in to kiss your neck softly you knew where this was going so you played with his hair as he sighed and slid his cold hands inside the sweater.

A little later, the sweater was nowhere to be found, maybe on the floor, maybe stuck somewhere nearby. Your breast were exposed and he looked at you, a little plea in his eyes. You nod softly, putting your hands in his hair and caressing it as softly as you could. Brushing it gently and feeling his relax little by little. His big and calloused hands cupped your breast and his lips attached to the left one, sucking, kissing and sometimes biting. He felt the cold metal of something in his mouth and then he realized, you had your piercing on. Lord knows he tries! He tries so hard to not bite it roughly. But he loves you and he loves that piercing.

“What's wrong Ed?" you call him out. A whisper and he can't help but whine when your hand snaked to his pants and palmed him through them. “Come on babe, tell me what you want”. It might've come up as mean, maybe a little teasing. But in reality you were helping him voice his desires.

“Mommy...” He voiced, head thrown back and eyes shut. His hips were going up unconsciously. “Mommy please wanna feel you” he pleas as you stand up to take off your pants, slowly, teasing, on leg after the other. You were left only in pantys. A cold breeze made you shiver as you ordered him to take off his clothes too. You put your sweater under him so he wouldn't sit on the floor and get hurt. After all you were taking care of him.

Once undressed he looked at you. Your legs were one at each side of him and your last piece of clothing was long forgotten s you took it off when he was undressing. You touched his dick, he was already hard, sensitive and ready to cum. You lowered you hips, his dick just touching your folds but never entering. You did this a few times only for him to say your name over and over, begging you to let him cum. And who were you to say no to him?

Finally, you lowered your hips, finally letting him enter you completely. You sighed. God he felt so warm inside, so perfect. Fit for him. His hands traveled to your breasts once again and he pulled you closer so he could suck on them as you bounced on top of him. The wet noises whenever he was almost completely out and you harshly thrusted yourself on him plus the loud smacks of skin to skin made it all sensual.

“Good boy Eddie. Doing so good for me” You praise in between moans and breathy sighs. He deserved that praise. He needed it too. And you were willing to give it to him.

He still had his face buried in your chest as he grunted and moaned your name like a broken record. Over and over again you named would be thrown around and it mixed perfectly with the lewd sounds that filled the room.

“That feel good honey?” You manage to ask as he nod, you felt him drool on you and you chuckled, almost tired due to the movements. But you weren't going to stop until he had released. “Whatcha say if you cum in me?" you question and this seemed to catch his attention because he started thrusting up roughly. You took that as an affirmative answer. “The do so, baby. Cum in me. My dear baby". You held onto him and pulled his hair a bit as you moaned praises into his ear until you felt him fill you. The feeling was so intense that it made you cum as well. Your breathing was heavy and you knew you were both dirty. Still, you guys needed to clean up. You managed to get outside and cum was going down your leg. You smiled when his air caught up.

“Lets go take a shower mmk? I'll help you get washed” he nod and he looked at the sweater you had. It was messy, dirty. “Don't worry, I'll just have one the spare shirts you keep here. Or I'll call Robin to bring me one".

“No. Have mine". He muttered and you couldn't help but kiss him. You put on your underwear and pants. Threw on his shirt and walked to turned on the shower. You were willing to do it all over again if it meant getting his pretty head off the situation for a few minutes at least.

!The art isn't mine! I just did the banner, credits to whoever made it.

HERE YA GO! It took me two days but it's here! Hope you like it!

Have a request? Tell me about it!

#sub stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things #sub eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie smut #eddie munson #dom reader

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orangelemonsstuff · 2 years ago

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Cottagecore!Yuu x DarkFae!Malleus

a/n: not so good not so bad writing, (I'm still new to this lol) i just had this thought of writing this on that one post i saw about "someone should write Cottagecore Yuu x Dark academia Malleus (??) "

whoever you are thank you for that idea, please do forgive me for forgetting your username and i hope this fic come across you 😇🙏

•••

Malleus, a popular name to mortals for he is known to be the next heir of the throne of the kingdom of Thorn Valley,

everyone in the neighboring kingdom of thorn valley (Ramshacklerion) feared Malleus for who knows what would he do once he succeed the throne, he might even betray the other kingdoms near the Thorn Valley just to get more power as Faes are known for being greedy on power and possessive of their treasures

because of this fear, the king of Ramshacklerion invited Malleus (for the first time) to a grand ball and even to let him stay at his castle for weeks just to earn his favor so his kingdom won't get ambushed if Malleus ever get a dark thought about overruling every kingdom just to make the Thorn Valley bigger,

however

Malleus is aware of this and thought its really amusing how these mortals think he would do such thing, yes, he did love the fact that he is invited to a party not that he ever gets to be invited often, but he did not love the fact it was just to earn his favor

he doesn't even care to go ruling other people's kingdom nor even want the powers and riches that's promised to it, nonetheless it would be also tiring just thinking he would had to keep such big land as that

he isn't that interested in the throne or even succeeding it

he don't want a big kingdom to rule

he don't want a big castle filled with treasures

he wants something else...

a companion

a companion to talk to

yes, Lilia and his other attendants are there for him and he does appreciate it

but he wanted more than a servant serving a master kind of relationship

he wants to experience the something what mortals exchange to each other, affection, warmth, happiness

or even love

he always have been jealous of everyone who share their love and affection to their significant other or their friend

he always read books about human intimacy back home or even sometimes sees it when he observes humans

he wants to feel the same thing humans do to people they love,

someday maybe

maybe someday he would experience it to someone who is willing to love him for who he is.

•••

despite the name, Malleus thought the kingdom is pretty neat and peaceful itself

the kingdom is bright and blooming with colors and flowers unlike the Thorn Valley's dark atmosphere

it almost made his retairners sick of how bright and cheery this kingdom is

though he didn't mind to be in somewhere new rather than staying at his beloved big rotting villa

Malleus enjoys the half of his stay at the castle with his attendants

but only half

most of the servants of the castle avoids him and his attendants, they're not even trying to make eye contact nor look at them at their faces but just to bow down at them with their heads lower to the knee whenever they came across them

the king of this castle is no good either

everytime the king himself remembers that Malleus is staying in his castle, he would bother Malleus about non-sensical things including their ties with the Thorn Valley.

not only that, Malleus would get called over at his office many times to discuss about Malleus's stay at the castle and how is his experience

oh how would he love just to list everything thats on his mind of what he thinks and hate about this castle

he hates how everyone seems to have their head down on whenever they walk towards him or pass by him

he hates how the king himself is shady and bothers him about the kingdom stuff he isn't even interested in

he hates how he is forced to be with his retainers all the time so he wouldn't be in danger because of assassins and other malicious person that's trying to threaten his life

Then, Malleus had enough.

everything is too much

the king himself is too much too he almost wished he didn't accept his invitation.

thus this afternoon he snuck out of the palace leaving alone without his guards (and yes they did all panick except for Lilia who let Malleus have fun on his own because he know he can defend himself)

Malleus doesn't have anywhere to go and since he don't want to go around scaring the humans on the capital or the town's square of the kingdom

so he planned to just take walk and a breath on a nearby small forest behind the outskirts and come back to the castle after he's satisfied.

it was kind of overwhelming for him to stray in the forest just to leave the castle for a walk, there might be even dangerous animals or people around the forest but it's not like he can't fend for himself

the soft blowing of the fresh air and the rustling of the tree branches calmed his nerves as he continued to walk on the sturdy brown ground of the forest

it did not take him long to step on a grassy path and see a smoke coming behind from the trees

'did someone set something on fire?'

curious, he walked further to see where the smoke is coming from

it was from a chimney of a small old looking cottage on a big open grassy hill and behind it is a big flower field of yellow tulips and dandelions

his eyesight noticed that the cottage was decorated with variation of flowers and plants and has a cute stone path leading to its door that has crow carved into it and a mini trapdoor a perfect fit for an entrance for a pet cat or something small

'someone lives here?'

well he is not that surprised since the outskirts isn't that far from here but still, this looks like a secluded quite area, is it normal for humans to live in such places like this?

it piqued his interest how could a human live in such almost introverted state like how he is quite raised that way too

he walked towards the cottage and peeked to the window

the cottage was small from the outside but it inside seems like a stable place to stay in (for a human of course)

as you enter the door it was already the kitchen and there was two chairs tucked on a round red table that has white spots on it, near is a fireplace that seemed to be also a cooking stove when there is a pot of soup being heated with fire on it, behind the chairs there were other two doors probably leading to the bathroom and the bedroom of the person living in here

'so this was where the smoke was coming from....'

for some reason, up close the smoke smells like a great dish you would eat on a winter night to warm yourself and less of the smell of burning charcoal and wood.

he stared gently as how he would imagine himself living in a place like this

he would be too tall to even enter the entrance of it and probably would bump his head everytime he does.

it made him nod in agreement

his pointed ears perked up as he heard a laughter from a voice on the backyard of cottage

that...was a very cheerful laugh

he stood from his bending position and walked towards a wooden rack of potted plants to hide himself yet get a good peek of the person chuckling to themself

on his sight there was

a big cloth with red and white squares was settled on the green glossy grass near a tended garden of plants and crops, the picnic basket and a tea set sitting on it with almost half eaten sandwich and open empty can of tuna

and not much to his surprise

a person laying down on the grass, facing the sunset together with the flower field also Infront but far from them swaying on the rhythm of the wind as they chuckled while holding a yawning gray cat,

the scene itself felt so peaceful to watch, Malleus can't take his eyes off it

the cat broke free from the owners hold and started ruffling its body

"i don't think what i said was very funny henchman!!"

it's small mouth opened and spoke

it spoke.

Malleus was surprised, not because the cat spoke since he had read books about animals or familiars that can speak before, but how could a simple human, a comonner even obtain such thing?

"you are a very funny cat Grim, everyone thinks that you are my familiar yet you are treating me like I'm the henchman here!!" the person fake pouted as they cross their arms in a sudden

"Hmph!! henchmen like you shouldn't be complaining because I, the greatest Grim agreed to be your housemate!" Grim held his head high, puts his paws on his waist and pose proudly

"do you mean pet?" the person retorted sarcastically as they put their arms on the back of their head to act as a pillow

"WHAT WAS THAT!?" Grim hisses at the relaxed person

Malleus seemed to be so amused to the both squabbling out he giggled

he giggled?

how interesting... not often does he laugh at these type of things...

"and stop calling me henchman, i have a name you know?" the person said sternly

Malleus was so curious about the person's personality he didn't notice his hands moving a flower pot to the edge of the rack just to satisfy his curiosity

*CLACK*

the breaking sound of a pot caught the attention of the two on the backyard to turn their heads towards the plant rack.

panicking, Malleus hid himself on a neabry tree that is big enough to hide his tall figure

the two ran up to see what or who dropped the flower they have been taking care of

"Oh no my black petunias!!" the person looks so disgruntled seeing their treasured flower dropped down on the ground with its broken pot and scattered soil

"oh, its that black flowers you really like." Grim said as he stopped walking to the scene of the broken flower pot

"meh it doesn't even fit with the rest of the colorful flowers since its dark so its not really a big deal Yuu," Grim muttered carelessly looking away from Yuu since he doesn't really want to see their sad face

"still, no matter what it looks like its still a flower!! just like how everyone could be a different race they are still a person" Yuu protested back

Malleus eyes widened at the statement the human just said

could this person be.... the one who understands him?

hell, be friends with him even?

well everyone ought to learn the way of what they just said

'even though i am a successor of the throne of long evil rulers doesn't i am evil and power hungry like them too'

he thought to himself

still dejected, Yuu kneeled and started to pick up the broken piece by piece of the pot and soil to uncover to flower beautiful black flower

"mustve been caught by the wind, this is why i told you to never put em on near the end of the rack Yuu!!" the cat muttered irritably as he realized its one of the flowers also HE took care of just to plop down on the floor

he huffed and averted his eyes again just notice the shadowy figure peeking on the neabry tree

"but the wind isn't even that strong how could it-" Yuu's attention that was locked on the flower turned to Grim who was hissing on the nearby tree

Yuu stood up and turned their head where Grim's hissing is pointed at

the tree?

there they could see a tall shadowy figure peeking at them ominously

it made Yuu shiver to drop the broken pieces of the flower pot but not enough to make them turn and run for their lives

Yuu focused on their breathing, they inhaled and exhaled to calm themself

"um... hello? is someone there?" Yuu asked with a cautious voice, the shade of the tree is so good at hiding the person's body and since he is tall the branches are for his face

For a minute, Yuu thought they were hallucinating until decided Malleus to move a little to inform them that he is real and he is hiding from them

"I know you're there, don't be afraid." Yuu asked with a calm tone to the stranger

"I am not afraid..." Malleus deep voice made Yuu jump a little but at the same time it was very astonishing to hear

"then come out" Yuu asked amusingly to the person, interested on who they might be

"then you'll be afraid" Malleus replied, even if that human made a wise statement that doesn't they won't be frightened of who he is

"no I won't" Yuu insisted beaming a smile at him

Malleus moved out of the shade of the dark oak so the ray of the sunset would light up his face so the human could see him properly

Yuu walked back in awe, he was beautiful.... no, more than beautiful he was.... ethereal. the gleam of the sunset made his pale skin looks like he is glowing with beauty, his green forest eyes shined like the freshly dew of the green leaves in spring as it stared back to their own, his shiny dark hair flowed with wind that blowed to show off his elegance more, he looked like he straight came out from a fairytale

Yuu continued to stare at the breath-taking beauty of the stranger not noticing his anticipating reaction on the stare they were giving

"o-oh i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" Yuu waved both of their hands while being flustered

"its just that um... you're s-so pretty" Yuu fiddled with their hands still doesn't have an idea how to talk properly to the stranger because of being stunned from his beauty

Yuu met a lot of beautiful people during their stay on this kingdom but not as much as this guy.

Malleus tilted his head in confusion for this is not a normal reaction of humans that met him

Malleus was so distraught, this is not the expression he expected from this person. do this person don't know who he is?

"do you... not know me?" he questioned the other ambiguously of the thought this person not knowing their Kingdom's guest

"am i supposed to?" Yuu answered with confusion

Malleus put a hand to cover his mouth to hide his amused smile

this action made Yuu nervous, did they mess up? did Yuu actually supposed to know who he is?

"i guess i can't blame you since you live in such secluded area but... you do really not know who i am?" Malleus asked again this time, smirking with curiousity

"uh... no?" This is making Yuu more nervous for some reason that smirk on his beautiful face looks really smug and mischievous

"well i see." Malleus finished it off with a giggle that made Yuu's face heat up in silence, that smile looks really pure on his face

is he perhaps a knight? a merchant? maybe a noble?

Yuu's thoughts filled with questions of who he this strange yet beautiful guy is

the other two continued to stand silently in awkwardness as Grim sniffed the air between them, mmm smells good... the soup Yuu is cooking is probably about to be done now right?

"Yuu, our soup is--" Grim stated as it hit Yuu to interrupt the cat

"OH RIGHT THE SOUP!!" Yuu yelled with shock as they shove their hand to their pocket to unlock the front door

"Yuu, the flower--" Grim reminded as Yuu released a "Ah!" noticing the broken flower pot

"why did you even lock the front door?" Grim irritably asked as he rolls his eyes

"because our backdoor isn't, Grim." Yuu, annoyingly retorted back to the talking cat

they were such a mess it's embarassing, they didn't know what to do first.

Malleus laughed as he flicked his wrist, sparkles of light circled the flower pot as it put back the cracks to pieces, the pot magically floated and was placed properly to the pot rack again, thus the once was broken flower pot is now fixed and back at its place

while this happened, Yuu and Grim watched in shock speechlessly

Yuu is used to seeing people using magic but not magic that can fix things like this

"A-are you a perhaps a sorcerer or even a wizard!?" Yuu stuttered with excitement as if its the first time they ever seen magic like a kid

well they are not wrong Malleus is one of the strongest sorcerers out there but he doesn't want to reveal that to this clueless human,

"Yes but i could only do simple things like this." Malleus gave a half hearted answer for this is a lie, it'll took normal sorcerers years to master that kind of spell but for him it only took him weeks

"and aren't you supposed to be worried about the food you're cooking?" Malleus asked whilst the human shuddered of remembering what they left on their small home

"ah!! again!! dammit where is that key...." while they fumble again on their pockets an idea struck their pretty little head

"Grim... dont you think that's alot of soup to eat?"

"Huh? of course!! after all I'm gonna back for secon-- MMMPH!!" Yuu covered Grims mouth with their palm as they pick up the cat

"w-well if our wizard friend here dont mind... can i invite you over for dinner? just as thank you for fixing our flower pot..." Yuu embarrassedly requested while Grim struggled on their hold to muffle a scream "No he can't" at Yuu, but their hand just wont budge on his mouth

"are you... inviting me? to have dinner in your house?" Malleus asked wide eyed with how bold this human is

"do you not want to?" Yuu fidgety, lowered their head already feeling the rejection of the beautiful stranger

"very well child of man, i accept your invitation" he beamed at Yuu

"child of man, thats... a weird nickname i do have a name though, its Yuu but feel free to call me that and-" the door creaked open as Yuu spoke and Grim broke free of their hold and ran inside the house

"please do come in" Yuu politely welcomed Malleus into their house as they both enter

another a/n note: i do not know what i was doing but i did it :'D (yep this was too long lmao i hope you enjoyed it)

#malleus draconia #malleus x yuu #cottagecore yuu x dark fae malleus au #twst grim #twst #twst fanfic #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland #this fic is so long bye

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onehundredandeleventropicalfish · 2 years ago

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and further on that last post actually - tragedies by their nature pull everyone in, not just the central character

and desire in brief lives fascinates me because the creature who is made up of wants, never satisfied, has to have everything, is faced with losing all of it

like, dream i've talked about before. desire pushes dream around and laughs at his misfortune but they've never actually tried to kill him. they know their plans won't ever be good enough to legitimately overpower him, desire does what they do so dream will respect them, and also (according to an interview with mason i very much agree with) so dream has something to occupy himself with - if he's chasing them and getting angry over their challenges he's not getting stuck in his own depression again, and if they genuinely manage to get through to him and change him maybe he'll be okay

(not to say desire is genuinely helpful, usually they're not, but there's only like one difference between the doll's house confrontation in the show and in the comics, and that's in the comics when dream gives the whole spiel about how the endless aren't better than humanity desire goes "i don't understand". and that's a pretty common thing with them, most of their actually evil/terrible/unforgiveable acts come from not really getting that humans are people, so they don't care about the hurt they're causing. the family problems arise because the other endless do. but at least in desire's head, they're helping)

and this time they see that dream's on a genuinely dark path and they don't want to lose him (or cause any other consequences, will get to that in a minute), so they do their absolute best to stop him

but because desire is so rarely actually helpful, because desire thinks dream's romantic problems are funny, because they're casually cruel and dream doesn't believe desire could ever care about anyone, desire's kinda dug their own grave here. dream doesn't listen.

and that dark path (here's our aforementioned consequences)? finding destruction.

now i go back to the end of doll's house a lot with desire meta, but it really is so informative as to who they are. they're so scared that everything in their life is going to fall apart, but they're really good at pushing things out of their mind and not thinking about it

and destruction is one of those things they don't think about. his leaving broke the rules and broke the family and so desire locked every feeling they had towards their brother away and decided he didn't exist anymore

dream and delirium looking for destruction is dangerous because the endless are both literal and metaphorical like that, you can't seek destruction and return unscathed. but it's also dangerous because it threatens to open that box that's been locked shut and hidden for centuries. and desire no longer knows what's inside. so they panic when delirium starts investigating, and even more so when she tries to recruit others, because delirium's already broken once, she can handle breaking again. but the elder three? break any one of them and you upset the order of everything

maybe desire's warnings would have worked if delirium asked death or destiny. but she asked dream. so desire's poisoned relationship with dream coming back to bite them isn't just hurting dream anymore. it's possibly hurting the whole family. and it's their fault.

and then there's despair

now, despair has an interesting arc in brief lives too. it's subtle, but this is the one time where she stops following desire around, because she and desire disagree on this one. desire wants to forget that destruction ever left, return to 'normal' where things are fine and they don't have to think about anything they don't want to, but despair never wanted destruction to leave. despair misses destruction greatly. so when delirium says she's going to find him, even if despair ultimately says no to coming with, she wants to see her brother again, and later wishes she'd said yes instead

and that's a schism in the twins' relationship, the only one we've ever seen

which means this line is no longer true

and desire, whose safety net is that they have a twin, who feels secure in the fact that no matter what happens, despair will be on their side, suddenly realises that they don't have that either.

in my opinion, desire's primary redeeming quality, the only thing that stops them from qualifying as absolute villain, is that they care so much about their family. their methods are extremely questionable at times, i'm not saying i approve, but as far as desire is concerned, everything they do is for the benefit of the family. (also confirmed by mason in that interview)

except that destiny doesn't talk to them. death disapproves of them. dream, who they thought would always be there to challenge them, is headed down a terrifying path and desire isn't enough to stop him. destruction is gone and desire burned that bridge long ago. they tried to reason with delirium and failed. and now despair is ignoring them

for the first time in potentially ever, desire is entirely alone.

(and desire has so rarely considered mortals worth their time. but this is the next time we see them. and i do wonder if that isn't directly related)

#that said i do also think about how when we first see the threshold it's described as far too big for one person but only one lives there #further similarities between dream and desire: constant self isolation #desire just never consciously registered it as a problem until they have no one left to talk to #the sandman #desire of the endless #despair of the endless #dream of the endless #mine #meta #sandman comic spoilers

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shanastoryteller · 3 years ago

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Happiest of birthdays!

Could you write some more Asim? I’m so intrigued by his character and his relationship with Lucius (also my personal headcanon is that he’s Zaira’s soulmate).

Asim doesn't like Abraxas.

They're hardly required to like their donors, obviously, and as a trainee healer he's not really supposed to have opinions about anything.

But he's spent plenty of his life around the pretentious, spoiled upper crust of society. And while they're plenty ridiculous and exasperating, most of the time that's the worst of them.

Abraxas is so derisive of them, of the work they're doing that he supposedly supports, and even more so of the people they're trying to help.

Maybe he's just being honest about it while everyone else lies about their feelings, but if that's the case that he thinks he prefers the lies.

It's the middle of the night and he's just gotten off his shift, nearly on his way out the door, when the floo in the main hall erupts in green and out steps Idetta Malfoy.

Abraxas's wife is tall and thin and has never so much as looked twice at him. He would have bet money on her not knowing he even existed.

"Mister Jaspal," she snaps. "I require you assistance, if you'd be so kind."

He's off the clock, and even if he wasn't, he works for the hospital, not her.

But her husband is funding almost all of their experimental research and he's not important enough to keep around if he manages to piss off Abraxas's wife.

"Sure," he sighs, for now putting aside the thoughts of his not even that comfortable bed that he doesn't see enough.

He expects a comment about his attitude, but maybe it is important, because she just nods sharply and gestures him into the still green flames.

Asim steps in and startles when she steps in beside him, hanging onto his arm with a vice grip. "Malfoy Manor, third eastern parlor."

It's dangerous for two people to take the floo together, and he intends to tell her that but then there's a tug at his naval and they're careening through the floo system. It spits them out and he stumbles, but is saved from falling thanks to Idetta's grip on his arm.

"If you please, Mr. Jaspal," she says. "My son is such a clumsy boy."

He straightens and looks up, then freezes.

Twelve year old Lucius Malfoy is standing perfectly straight in the middle of the room, his face blank except for the way he's biting the inside of his cheek.

He has a bloody lip and swelling around his cheek and eye that's sure to bruise and his white shirt is sticking to him with blood.

"What happened?" he demands, striding forward, whipping out a diagnostic spell. "Who did this to you?"

"I fell off my broom," he says, voice raspy.

Asim pauses in looking over the results of the spell. "Excuse me?"

"I was flying," he continues, still in that voice like hasn't had a sip of water in years. Or he's been screaming. "I fell."

He doesn't say anything, just unbuttons Lucius's shirt with wave of his wand and carefully peels it off his shoulders. He has to pause and loosen it with water in several places where the blood has dried it in place.

There are nearly a dozen criss crossing lines across Lucius's back, all of bloody and swollen.

"He fell through some tree branches," Idetta says. "You know how they can be."

It turns out that he doesn't prefer lies, actually.

He's so furious he can't speak, but he keeps his touch gentle as he cleans and heals Lucius's wounds. He's only a trainee, but he's used to dealing with things weirder and more life threatening than this. For how terrible the circumstances are, the wounds are easy to heal, from the lacerations to the bruises to his split lip and even the place he can see Lucius has bitten into his cheek in his attempt to remain stoic.

"Thank you," Lucius says when he's done. "Apologies for the inconvenience. I will be more careful in the future."

"Get some sleep," he says, forcing his lips to form the words and not completely different ones. "The healing won't take as well if you don't get some rest."

Lucius looks towards his mother and doesn't leave until she nods at him.

"Thank you for your services," Idetta says, throwing a pinch of floo powder into the flames. "I'd appreciate you not spreading this around. My husband gets so embarrassed about Lucius's clumsiness."

Asim is going to break something in this very nice room.

"Okay," he says, because that's all he can manage.

He doesn't sleep that night.

When he tells his supervisor the next day, she's not even surprised.

"Whatever you're thinking, don't," she says. "Abraxas is powerful enough that even if his son was willing to speak against him, nothing would probably come of it. Trying to cause a fuss when Lucius will look an auror straight in the eye and claim all his injuries are his own fault won't do anyone any good. If you really want to help him, you'll heal him when you're asked and accept whatever explanation you're given. At least then you know he's getting healed, which I'm sure Idetta is doing without her husband's permission. She's more concerned with appearances than he is."

Asim hates this, but he does as she does, and over the years he's called to the Malfoy Manor several times to heal injuries no one will tell him the truth about.

He thought that would change when Abraxas died, but it doesn't.

He doesn't agree with what Lucius is doing. But he doesn't have proof and at the end of the day, it's not his job to find any. He just does what he always does. He heals him.

Decades later, he goes to heal Lucius and find what should have been mortal injuries already partially healed.

He stares in disbelief. "Pick up a new skill?"

Lucius's lips press together. Asim assumes that he's not going to get any answer at all, as usual, but then he says, "It seems as if my son is gifted at healing charms."

His son? His fourteen year old son?

Damn. If this is what he's capable of now, he'll have to keep an eye out for Draco Malfoy.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #athena-blooms #harry potter #siat

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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years ago

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎 𝐈𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚/𝐘𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐭

ೃ⁀➷ Sano "Mikey" Manjiro, Ryuuguji Ken(Draken), Chifuyu Matsuno, Baji Keisuke

Warnings: Blood, fighting, stabbing, being shot, classic Tokyo Revengers dangers, mentions of sexual assault/r@pe

A/N: I was actually planning to write for more but I got carried away... If you guys want another part, please comment who you want! And damn, the amount of hardwork and patience I poured into this!

Sano Manjiro

• A baby at heart, a monster in gang

•Even though that's how he is known as, you knew for the better that it wasn't completely true. Ever since that one time he crawled on top of you after eating his dorayakis and dozed off, it was hard to take him seriously outside of gang life.

•Don't tell him this though, he will pout 'till you kiss him 🤫😜

• You really didn't remember how you got yourself into this whole gang/mafia mess again. One second you were happy that you finally got away from your family business, the next you're hanging out with Toman and dating their leader.

• Maybe it's a genetic thing 🤔

• Anyways, since your mother was the only daughter of a strong Yakuza family but wanted a somehow normal life, she married your dad who was another powerful mafia leader( huh, ironic isn't it 🤨), two families kinda united and BAM! Maybe, the strongest Mafia was created.

• And then, the ultimate prince/princess/ royalty was born!! The apple of their parents' eyes and the next one in the business. Jokes on your father, your mom threatened him with divorce if he so much so forces you to be a mafia leader.

• Jokes on your mother, you grew up with either seeing blood on your father after a fight or wanted to learn self defence. -Can't Imagine the smug look on your father's face 😏

• So, you became someone feared when your name was uttered. Your mask-which was to protect your identity- and weapons had been a nightmare to so many criminals.

• That was how the gang rules must be, at least to you. Don't hurt anyone, hurt who hurt innocent, never have mercy on them...

• Back to your chaotic life, it wasn't a surprise since you quickly befriended Emma, Hinata and Takemichi after your boyfriend and your bff introduced you to them. Hinata was the sweetest person ever, Emma was a bit obsessed(?) with Draken and Takemichi...

• There was something you couldn't put your finger on. The boy was sweet a minute, then cold the other. You didn't like it and even though you didn't want to question anyone, he was definetly hiding something.

•" Takemichi, you either tell me what's your deal or I'll never make my famous cookies to you and help you with your homeworks."

• Yep, that was enough reasons for him to tell you everything. You listened to every word, not believing him quite well. You put your hands on your knees and went up but before you could open, his next words planted you right there.

• "Your real name is L/N Y/N and you are a mafia leader but because you wanted a normal life, you never told anyone about your backstory. And you didn't tell this to anyone either so either I'm a spy who wants to kill you or what I'm saying is true. And we all know which one is the case... "

•He was right, absolutely right. So you stayed and listened to everything he had to say. How Mikey was a cold and merciless murderer and how almost all of the Toman was destroyed, how he and Draken argued and started to distance because of Pah-chin's stupidity to stab the leader of Moebius.

• After listening intently with knitted eyebrows in anger, you tched and got up, throwing your hands around.

•"That's bullshit! They're like brothers, there is no way they would split their ways like that!! Besides, Mikey? Murderer? I mean sure, he's childish and don't think before he acts but... but... How about me?"

•" Well, I don't know... We were never able to find anything related to you. It was as if... you disappeared..."

• Your mind was on overdrive, trying to think of a plan and not crying because you might be loosing your friends soon. And if Moebius was the trigger then...

•"Takemichi-kun... You said that Moebius was the trigger for the downfall of Toman, right?"

• He hesitantly nodded at you and widened his eyes at the crazy look in your eyes and wondered if he did the right thing by telling you.

•"But... If there is no Moebius, then there will be no fighting between them. I never loved those punk-asses anyways, I'd be glad to destroy them."

•"But, we can try to convince Mik-"

•"You can't. If Mikey decided on something, the chances of him changing his mind is low. Now, come with me so that we can make a plan."

• And now, Takemichi could only hope that you can really destroy this gang so that nobody would be hurt. Seeing Osanai in front of him and beating Pah-chin, he seriously thought you might die and even worse could happen.

•"The fuck you're staring at, punk?"

• And before he knew it, Takemichi heard a voice he knew. He gulped hard and hoped that everything would resolve peacefully.

• "I'd suggest you drop that hand, jackass!"

• All of the members of Moebius and others alongside Mikey looked at the source, only to see you, clad in all black and weapons with your famous mask. All of the Moebius gulped hard and sweated nervously but that wasn't the case for Osanai.

• " Who are you to call me that you bi- ARGGHH!!"

• What happened next is way too much and I don't want to traumatize someone lol. Basically Osanai was left with a broken arm and bruised balls. Seeing that Pah-chin was about to get up, you raised your voice and looked at him harshly.

•" Pah-chin, stay down and don't do some stupid shit! And you, Osanai!! I'm your nightmare and new leader! From now on, all of the remaining individuals of Moebius are mine!! If you don't believe, here. Look at this..."

• Everyone watched your men beat the shit out of every member and drop their now ex-leader. You put the phone away and kicked him for one final time.

•" Now, now~ How many people did you beat to death and how many women did you rape? I'll have to choose a different way to torture every single one of you~~"

• Takemichi did something he wasn't supposed to do in that moment, call out your name.

•When you heard your name and the sirens, you turned abruptly, not realizing the blade both Osanai and Pah-chin was holding. At their screams, you throw yourself away from Osanai and unintentionally stopped Pah-chin's blade. And after your mask being pulled off, Mikey and everyone else felt like they were thrown into ice.

• Mikey could feel a few veins popping out and damn, you looked hot but fuck, you were also in mafia? Why did you never say anything? And was that... your blood?

• You gritted your teeth in pain and looked at Pah-chin deadly which made him gulp. "Y-Y/N..." "Shut up and go away before I do some stupid shit, I'll deal with the rest." "But..." "I already avenged them and will make them pay but the police is coming and I'm the only one to stop them... Draken-kun! Take Mikey away from here and run!"

• Seeing the hurt look on your boyfriend made you look down and prepare your talk to him so that he wouldn't think you were gathering information about the gang and himself... Unknown to you, he was trashing on Draken's shoulders to reach you, not for the reason you thought but thinking that you'll loose more blood and get arrested.

• And Takemichi knew you changed most of the things and after you came back 2 days later, after dealing with that gang and police, you came to Sano house to all of the Toman and with their half-worried, half-not-impressed and you-better-tell-us-everything look, you gulped hard and for the first time ever since you got together with Mikey, entered the house with nerves.

Chifuyu

• I feel like he would already know, apart from him being smart when it comes to you, especially you, you were actually giving many hints

• Hint #1: Your never ending budget

• For some reasons, your money just never ended. He would always see you shopping, with your friends or alone. But honestly? You weren't even shopping for yourself. Emma's birthday was coming and since you saw her eyeing a necklace in the mall, you decided why not take out your black card?

• After getting everything you needed, you just wanted to spare some of your time to the bookshop near the end of the mall to see if they had anything new- which means manga for you and your boyfriend

• Which was a win for you because all the action and romance mangas you've been waiting for was there!

• What you didn't consider was seeing your boyfriend at the same aisle, buying mangas for you- basically the shocked pikachu meme-

• "Babe... What are you doing with all that bags?"

•" Fuyu! I bought all the mangas here for you 🥰"- Sugar mommy who?

•It's not like he doesn't like it, he does- he melts into that sweet and wide smile you give him whenever you'd gift something- but he's just worried for your family budget which earns him a playful wink and a noncholant "It's okay!"

• He just smiles warmly with a blush and thanks you, and offers to read them together in his room shyly which you squeal and hug him thightly- his mother is so close to scold you because you were buying so many gifts to them that she couldn't find anymore spare place

• Suspiciously thightly 🤔

• He knew you worked out a lot, and forced him to do the same, not as harsh at yours though and in the beginning he was worried you would hurt yourself but seeing you lift 350 kg with little difficulty, he wore heart eyes all around for a week straight- my lazy ass could never like wtf, how do people do that?

•"Y/N, are you sure your back is okay?"

•"Yeah, why not?" 😇

• Hint #2: Your Family

• I know I said he is smart but your family literally layed guns open around your house, not bothering to hide themselves and he was still like "Is it for self protection?"

• "Darling, love of my life-"🙄

• You weren't actively trying to hide but your mom? Your mom was making it hard.

• Pretty much Spy x Family vibes

•You were really considering just out right telling him but that would put him on not needed danger. Not that you can't save him but you would pretty much destroy the whole city if he was hurt- and you told him once, after your third date which he waved of as something nice coming from you...

• He didn't expect you to destroy a strong gang that was causing them trouble the next day.

• He was curious as to who did it and actually told you the whole story with his head on your lap, you pushing his blond hair away to smooch his forehead happily with your hands holding his softly.

•"I'm glad you liked my surprise! They talked too much shit about you, Baji-kun, Draken-kun and Mikey-kun! 😁"

• *cue the pikachu meme-d Peke J and Chifuyu*

•You weren't lying when you said you would do anything for him... How could you not when he was being the sweetest boyfriend to you?

• He would help you out with anything you suffered with, be it homework or your make-up, always try to lighten the weight on your shoulders by reorganizing your desk or helping you clean. Or sometimes, when you just needed the normalcy of a simple couple, you would choose a movie and watch with him with your cheeks full of popcorn.

• He would always smile and squeeze your cheeks, muttering a simple cute and kiss both of them which made you blush all. the. damn. time!

• You always felt... safe and home with him.

• For most, it seemed that you two were being dramatic but you were trully, unconditionally in love with this boy. Yes, your family was Yakuza and you were both safe and in danger but they weren't always there when you were a child, needing comfort more than anything...

• Chifuyu was your safe place for your inner child and you desperately clinged on him...

• So, when your late night date that was turned to a Toman meeting was crushed by some shitheads, you surely fumed with anger.

• You just wanted to give your gift to Emma and eat some dorayaki with Mikey, dammit!

• But for some reasons... These assholes seemed familiar, especially their "leader"....

• "Hey! Aren't you the pervert I refused who decided that causing trouble for my family was a good idea!?"

• "He did what?!" Chifuyu.exe has stopped working

• "I'm glad you remembered me, Y/N-chan~ But this time I'm not alone! And I came to get you from that twit!"

• Okay,okay so there are two mistakes he did. Mistakes that had him fucked up. One, assuming your were alone and two... Insulting your baby.

• "Did you just insult our son-in-law?!"

• Yeah, Spy x Family vibes... Remember?

• To sum it all up, Toman was shook, Chifuyu was shook even the bird on the tree is shook at the amount explosives and knives that was thrown around

• Chifuyu, on the other hand, was very worried about both you and your family. You made them all watch on the sidelines, much to Mikey's disappointment, saying that it was a family issue which resulted in with... fire.

•" Hahaha, Chifuyu you didn't tell me that your S/O liked burning things as well!"

• Baji could you please go and fangirl somewhere else? You're encouraging y/n-chan...

• He was shocked yes, but mostly flustered at both himself and your gorgeous form. The tattoo on your back, your hair flowing through the wind and your eyes shining when they met his...

• Stupid, Chifuyu! How couldn't you realize your own s/o being in mafia?!

• Even though his mind was on overdrive, he still noticed your happy form coming closer fo them with a huge smile... Why were you so happy though?? Like you almost killed a whole ass gang?

• "YOU'RE IN YAKUZA!? HOLY SHIT- WHAT THE FUCK! YOU NEED TO TEACH ME THOSE MOVES-"

•" YES, YES OF COURSE MIKEY! BUT YOU NEED TO TEACH ME THAT TRIPLE-"

• In the midst of all chaos, and excitement, you didn't see the same boy running at you at full speed with a very long knife

• But Chifuyu and Draken did

• "Y/N-CHAN, WATCH OUT!" "Y/N, MOVE OUT OF THE...way? Hell nah, I'm not dealing with this."

• Everyone screamed at you bit their voices died down when you lifted your leg high, making a perfect line with your other foot on the ground and roundhouse kicked him hard...

•"Ahh, my precious daughter! Always reminds me of her mother- CHIFUYU-KUN!? Y/N, YOUR BOYFRIEND IS DEAD! MY POOR SON-" -- ever the dramatic dad😒

• Widening your eyes and running up to him, not bothering with the blood on you, you slapped him to wake him up but unfortunately, all of this were too much for his poor heart and you just chuckled amusedly and gathered him to lay on your back...

• Now, you had three missions

• Mission #1: Wake your sleeping beauty up

• Mission #2: Gather all your friends and take them to your home to treat and have dinner with

• Mission #3: Prepare your tools to teach the perverted man and his family that no one messes with Yakuza

Baji

• THE BIGGEST SIMP ❤️‍🔥

• Really though, you never actively tried to hide who you were from him. He just didn't ask anything so where was the point of going to him and say "hey, y'know I'm a mafia leader, one that's so strong, and by the way my family wants to...meet...you?"

• Yeah, your nerves wasn't because of him meeting your family. It was more like, being scared of your mom's reaction at you dating a delinquent and you not telling the truth to your boyfriend.

• You sat down on the table, picking at your lips anxiously which made Baji raise his brows at you curiously before walking towards you, ruffling your hair.

• "'S something wrong, babe? Wouldn't want your pretty lips to be chapped,here. Use this."

• Like goddamn, this man knows every single product you use 😤 What a gentleman...

• Anyways, back to the headcanons.

• He could tell there was something very big and important going on with you since you were mostly carefree and don't give a shit for the most part. The nerveous eye twitching, biting lips, fidgeting on your seat... All of them indicated that you were pretty much stressed. But about what?

• He pondered a bit, thinking he forgot something or that... maybe something happened to your little kitten or or your parents!!

• Homeboy, don't show that you're a family man that much 🤭

• "Babe, you know you can tell anthin'. What got my beautiful so worried, hmm?

• If it wasn't that you were about to die, you could have melted right then and there. Arrrgghh, there goes the smooth yet raspy and sexy voice of him that makes my knees weak...

• You looked at him up and down and took a deep breath. "MYFAMILYWANTSTOMEETYOUBUTIDIDN'TKNOWHOWTOTELLYOUDON'THAVETOAGREEIFYOUDON'TWANTTOBUT-

• Well, that's... definetly an interesting way to tell your boyfriend...😅

• And now, you were walking hand in hand with him who was just chuckling at your expression while rubbing his thumb accross your knuckles delicately.

•"baby, you don't have to be so nervous. I know I'm not the brightest at academy or the perfect boy but I'll not back down from my feelings if they disapprove of me..."

•"Bitch, why are you putting yourself down when I'm the one who didn't come clean!?😤"

• Yeah, guess what stupid shit you have done? Come on, I'll give you a second!

• Thinking fucking out loud

•"huh? What do you mean? Is there something you didn't tell me?"

•"W-Well... haha, you see actually... yes, there is... BUT PROMISE TO NOT GET ANGRY!"

•All I can say is that he wasn't impressed. Like come on!! Can he even get angry at you?🤔 He didn't even get mad when you kidnapped his cats!! And don't laugh, that's a serious matter!!

•I swear, I'm not. Besides, how would I when you are acting all cute like that, he said.

• You fanned your face because you were feeling 🌠 THINGS🌠 Can you please do your simping later in the corner Y/N🤔🥲

•" You see... I never mentioned my family but there is something you-"

•" Is that the boy you were talking about, darling? He looks like such an amazing one!"

• Yep, your mother... was literally a blocker. And you didn't even realizd she opened the door and was looking at you both!

•"Mom! How did you open the door like that, it's heavy!"

•" I'm not a mafia boss for nothing darling!"

• Your boyfriend was shook, mouth open like a fish, looking between the woman in front of the porch, the guards and then at you...

•"You're in... mafia?"

• Well, after explaining literally the family history to your boyfriend, who was more like a giddy kid who was being taught how to bike, you waited for another reaction from him. Your father was sitting there with that scary scowl that made many die of heart attack and you didn't want Baji to be on the list...

• What you didn't see coming was that they bonded over their love for exploding things.

•" Honey, don't get me wrong, he's a very handsome, young boy who loves you a lot but... Couldn't you find someone who is not the replica of your father?" 🤨😑😐

• Yes, he was violent and enjoyed fighting a lot but if there was one thing he loved more... It was you.🥰

• You were the first girl that didn't run away from him when he was being extra violent or run after him for his good looks. You had seen a completely different, soft side of him when he was holding a few kittens between his large hands in the corner of the street, secretly playing with them.

• Those kittens, coincidently, were the same ones you would always feed before returning home. And after that, was history.

• His gentleness when it came to you, him leaving everything when you needed him, your late night dates that you hid from your parents, his warm hugs and soft voice when he was talking about you, always insisting to carry your stuff even though he knew you were capable, how he would always offer his jacket even though you could see the redness of his cheeks because of the cold...

•"No, mom, I couldn't... He's everything and even more I wanted."

• Your mother trully saw herself in you at that moment, remembering how she had fallen for your father and smiled cheekily when she caught the redness that started from Baji's neck up to his ear.

• "So, young boy... How long have you been sneaking my daughter out?"

• It could have ended with a disaster if it wasn't for the smirk your father was trying to surpass and your mother hitting his chest jokingly, telling him to not scare the young lovers. You didn't realize but Baji was holding your hand that was on his lap thightly with a lovesick smile.

• He made a mental note to kiss you as if there was no tomorrow and bring you gifts to show you how gratefull he was to have you in his life. And hot for being able to kick his ass❤️‍🔥- Your father definetly didn't give him the "break her heart or I'll kill you" talk, he rather said "Break her heart and she will break your bones" talk, which was the hottest thing he had ever heard about you.

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berry-loves-yandere · 2 years ago

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Hiii!! So I was wondering if you could do yandere Cobra Kai characters and whether or not they'd like their darling to do karate with them? Like are some of them chill with it or are they against it because they believe/know that they can protect darling from any and everything?

This is very interesting to think about! (I will only be doing the karate nuts for this request though)

Would yandere Cobra Kai characters allow their darling to do karate with them? (EDITED)

Warnings: obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, manipulation, gaslighting, delusions, unhealthy mindset, threatening, depictions of extreme violence, isolation, physical harm, abuse/abusive relationship (?), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Miguel Diaz:

Miguel is so insanely protective/possessive over his darling.

There’s no way he’d want them to do karate, even if it was at Topaga or another normal dojo in the Valley.

He wants the power to protect them, he believes that he is made to protect his darling from any and every thing that exists.

No matter if his darling gets upset or agitated with him, he will continue doing what he's doing because he doesn’t realize that what he really wants is complete control over his darling and their life.

So Miguel subconsciously knows that his keeping his darling weak, unable to fend for themselves and under his complete control.

He's a control freak that holds a delusion of being a knight in shining armour for his darling.

It's best to avoid doing karate or any kind of physical/strength training if you're his darling because once his fantasy/delusion bubble pops, he cracks.

Hawk:

Hawk would never let his darling get close to karate or any kind of strength training.

He uses the excuse "The further he can keep them from the karate war, the better".

In actuality, he wants them weak so he can do whatever he wants and get away with it, he’s ‘justified’ for beating up any guy he doesn’t like and blaming it on ‘protecting his darling’ or some other bullshit like that.

He enjoys being able to overpower his darling, so if they ever think of leaving or defying him, he can easily pin them down without even trying.

For him, it's almost ALMOST a must that his darling is weak, soft-spoken, shy and possibly bullied (more mentally weak that way, he knows from experience) or he would want a strong spitfire that he can challenge or break down, depending on their dynamic.

Demetri Alexopoulos:

Demetri would be alright with his darling learning karate, in fact, he would encourage them to do so since he's not strong enough to protect his darling and he knows it.

However, he would want them to train at Miyagi-do so that he can spend more time with his darling and watch them, keep tabs on them, all while training so he can protect them.

He’s not too keen on controlling his darling, he wants them to be safe and happy but if he thinks they’re putting themselves in danger, he’ll manipulate and control his darling with zero remorse in his heart.

He wouldn't care how strong or weak his darling is, he wants them safe and he will use any means to make sure they are, no matter if he has to break them down or destroying their sense of reality, their safety is his number one priority.

Sam LaRusso:

She’d see doing karate together as something they can bond over but will only allow her darling to train and learn karate at Miyagi-do (not to mention, it allows gives Sam opportunities to hold/touch her darling and cling to them more often).

If they're already training at another dojo (besides Cobra Kai), she'll try to entice them to join Miyagi-do, using the fact that the lessons are free or possibly even buying her darling gifts, like training/workout equipment or small trinkets of things her darling likes.

If they're already training at Cobra Kai, Sam will guilt trip her darling into joining Miyagi-do, saying that Tori, Hawk and whomever else is training at Cobra Kai at that time are a bunch of evil people, that they hurt others with no remorse (despite her doing that whenever she believes someone has hurt/harmed her darling in any way, shape or form). She'll do anything to get them away from Cobra Kai so that her dad will allow Sam to be around them.

She’ll protect her darling as much as she can because even if her darling is strong, Sam wants to prove that she’s the best and only person her darling can rely on.

Robby Keene:

Robby would never let his darling do karate because he feels like they’d get roped into the karate war somehow and he would hate that.

He wouldn't be against other kinds of strength training/sports like soccer or ice skating, he would actually encourage those.

But he wants them no where near karate at all costs, he has no problem threatening his darling into staying away from karate "for their own safety".

Robby does not practice what he preaches about keeping his darling safe, he would go as far as to break one of their bones to "keep them safe" regardless of the excessive mental and physical trauma that Robby would leave on them.

Robby’ll be his darling's bodyguard, their protection, the person they can rely on the most, he'll make sure that even if they're scared of him, they'll come running to him whenever they're in danger.

He’ll do anything, absolutely anything for their safety even if it makes his darling upset.

Tory Nichols:

She’s very protective and considering everything happening surrounding karate and Cobra Kai, there’s no way that she’d ever let her darling do karate.

Tory knows she’s strong enough to protect herself and her darling, there’s no need for her darling to do karate, is what she tells them.

But she wouldn't mind if they joined a gym or started up on a different sport.

However, they stronger her darling gets, the more insecure Tory would get because she believes that all she has is her strength.

Tory's insecurities would hit an all time high if/when her darling starts doing their sport/activity with others (ex: figure skating partner or work out buddy) because why are they spending time with others when they have her? Why do they need other people? They don't need other people.

She would force them to quit their sport if her insecurities got the better of her, she would manipulate them by breaking down crying, forcing them to feel bad for her and if that doesn't work, then she'll get rid of her competition so she can feel at ease again.

Whether she gets rid of them through threatening, a beat down or possibly worse, she makes sure they never step foot near her darling.

No one but her (and her darling's family) is allowed to be close with her darling, no one at all.

Daniel LaRusso (platonic):

Daniel would love if his darling was doing karate, but only Miyagi-do karate.

He would see it as bonding since he would be teaching them how to protect themselves, in fact he would feel ten times more at ease knowing his darling could protect themselves.

But if he feels like there's too much danger that may surround his darling, he will force them to quit karate and instead have Sam or others from Miyagi-do be assigned to protect his darling.

Johnny Lawrence:

Johnny would rather not have his darling do karate, he wants to be their protector.

He knows he's strong enough to save his darling from harmful situations, despite knowing he basically causes half of them.

He would also intentionally set up dangerous situations then pretend to only be passing by and save his darling from said situation as to give him a knight in shining armour look.

He wants to prove that he has his life together and that his darling never needs to worry for their safety since Johnny will protect them even from problems he created.

Kenny Payne (Platonic):

Kenny knows he’s small but is aware of his strength after Cobra Kai.

He wouldn’t want to have his darling join any karate dojo, not even Cobra Kai because what if they become strong enough where they leave him and don't need him anymore?

He couldn't live in a world without being needed/loved/wanted by his darling.

Not only that but he doesn’t want others to see his weakness (his darling), something that makes him vulnerable, someone they can attack to get an upper hand on him.

The more shelters they are from the karate world, the better it is for Kenny, that was only he can have their attention and affection because no one deserves his darling but him.

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