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𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷/ part 1

Pairing: vampire!𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summary: You work as an intern at a prestigious law firm, dedicating countless afterhours to your tasks. One seemingly ordinary late night, you encounter a mysterious individual who reveals a discovery that shatters your perception of reality and everything you once believed in. This fateful meeting sets off a chain of events that will forever alter the course of your life.

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It was dark outside, though you only knew by chance. You had caught a fleeting glimpse of the night through a window as you passed by a coworker's office—a brief reminder of the world beyond the law firm's walls.

Working after hours had become routine. Since starting as an intern, you'd quickly realized that your official duties were merely the tip of the iceberg; unseen responsibilities piled up off the record. The firm demanded your efforts but refused to pay for them, yet clocking out on time was a surefire way to lose your job— you'd witnessed it happen to many diligent workers.

The company expected unwavering devotion; free time was a luxury reserved for those at the top. If you wanted to keep your position, you had to play their game, allowing your superiors to exploit your fear of unemployment. They dangled potential futures before you and the other underpaid interns, but in the months you had been there, no one had been promoted who wasn't already wealthy and privileged. Still, you were determined to become that someone, enduring the unethical treatment and the all-consuming nature of your work. You believed that someday it would all be worth it; the challenge lay in enduring the suffering long enough to reach that point.

After all, it was your goal to do what made you most proud in life and felt natural: defending people. You were a natural at it, always standing up for classmates when they were unfairly called out by teachers for some unknown reason or when someone picked on your friends.

You were the one your friends turned to when they were in trouble, the one who could see through the noise to the heart of the matter. — It felt like a calling, an inner drive to protect and advocate for those who couldn't do it for themselves. You had envisioned the courtroom as your ultimate arena, where your skills and passion would converge to champion justice.

Little did you know, your world was about to take a drastic turn.

Lost in your thoughts and consumed by exhaustion, you found yourself staring out the window— the dark cityscape a blurred mosaic of lights.

Suddenly, the sharp click of heels behind you snapped you back to reality. The sound echoed through the empty halls, reminding you of where you were. You turned around to see Ava, your coworker; her short black hair moved with a graceful sway, catching the faint light from the hallway lamps. Her features, distinctly European with delicate French contours, gave her an air of sophistication.

She was more than just a coworker; Ava was your closest friend in the firm. Both of you had come to the States for college—she from France, you from Italy—making a bond over shared experiences of adapting and striving in a demanding professional world.

"What are you doing here so late?" she asked—her voice filled with genuine concern.

"I could ask you the same" you replied, managing a tired smile.

Ava blushed slightly and glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby. "I had a... meeting. Or more like a hookup, actually— with Louis. You know, one of the senior partners? We've been seeing each other secretly."

You raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Louis, huh? I knew it. You can't hide anything from me. How's that going?"

She grinned, a playful glint in her eye. "It's complicated, but he's been really good to me. Just trying to keep it under wraps, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it. Just be careful; this place is a minefield."

Ava nodded, her expression turning serious. "I know. But enough about me. What about you? Why are you still here?"

"I was just going through some old case files and doing some research" you explained. "I was actually about to head to Davis's office to update him on a case we've been working on."

“He really pushes you to work too hard, and no, don’t defend him anymore” she remarked with a sympathetic expression. “AND we haven't hung out in SO long….how about cocktails on Friday?"

You smiled "That sounds perfect. I definitely need a break."

"Great! It's a date then" Ava said with a wink. "Well, I'll let you get to Davis's office. Don't stay too late."

"Thanks, Ava. See you tomorrow"

You both exchanged goodbyes, and you watched as she walked down the corridor—the sound of her heels fading into the distance as you made your way to Davis office. The cold air was making you shiver and the thin fabric of your black slacks and white blouse were not keeping you warm enough. Each step of your high heels echoed softly in the quiet hallway, the usual bustling energy of the office now replaced by a serene emptiness.

Reaching Davis's door, you knocked firmly—the sound punctuating the silence. After a moment, the door cracked open, revealing his assistant, Emily, peering out with a polite smile.

"Hello" she greeted warmly. "Can I help you?"

"I was hoping to speak to Davis" you replied—trying to hide your discomfort from the chill— "I have an update on the case we've been working on."

"Ah, he was actually looking for you. He's in Bowman's office" Emily informed you.

"Thank you, Emily" you replied gratefully, offering a brief smile before saying your goodbyes.

Great. You thought, while making your way to bowman’s office.

Interacting with one of the two CEOs after such an exhausting day wasn't something you relished. Bowman was notorious for his tough demeanor and demanding expectations, and you couldn't shake the apprehension as you headed towards his office— and you weren't exactly looking forward to interrupt his meeting either.

You knocked on the door of his office, expecting to be called in, but you were met with more silence. Emily had said, Bowman's office, you knew she had. — Yet you couldn't even hear someone approaching the door to let you into the room. So you stood there like a deer in headlights.— If your presence was needed, surely you'd be expected to arrive at some point.

You were torn between knocking again and seeming impatient or standing in the hall like a clueless know-nothing. Both impressions were unflattering.

However, you'd rather look too eager, than not eager enough. So you knocked again. This time, you heard murmuring inside. You weren't sure if someone was being instructed to open the door, or if you were being instructed to enter. After another moment of waiting with your mouth hanging open, you took a deep breath and reached for the door handle.

The door didn't open slowly, but it felt like time stood still as the moment you had eyes on the room— you saw Bowman hunched over the desk, blood trickling from his lips. Davis lied lifeless across the tabletop.

Before you could inhale a breath, Bowman was in front of you, with a hand clamped over your mouth. He swiftly pulled you inside the office and locked the door behind you. It took no time at all, but you knew it happened.

"My, my, my, who do we have here…seems like I got myself a delicious midnight snack" Bowman taunted. His chin was dripping with blood that ran down from two prominent fangs. You'd never seen those before.

You wished you had a witty retort, but you were too stilled with fear. He was going to kill you, after maybe taking advantage of your body—that was how things like this worked, or at least that was what films would have you believe. As far as you'd known, vampires weren't real, but crazy men were. Yet you weren’t certain that you were being threatened by that very monster.

"At least you’re still warm”

If you could scream, someone would know. If you could make a lot of noise, they'd catch him in the act, even if you were dead by the time they arrived. You had to make noise.

You couldn't.

But then, you didn't have to. — Bowman’s steely eyes lifted from your face. His jaw tensed and his nostrils flared.

"So they've sent the dogs after me?" He said.

Your vision was obstructed by Bowman’s frame, but someone had entered the office from the window—There hadn't been a sound, yet Bowman hadn't needed to turn around.

"Did you think they wouldn't?" The second voice was the audible equivalent of silk with a twinge of a feminine Slavic accent. "And obviously I came at the right time. How did you plan to clean this up, youngling?"

Bowman’s grip on you waned and he spun around. You hadn't realized your feet were off the ground until your soles hit the floor once more. Bowman reached for your shirt collar to keep you near. At a different angle, you were able to see the woman. She had red hair that complimented her strong features and dark green eyes; like Bowman, she too had longer canines.

You were in awe of her despite feeling the need to stay present in the room—Yet somehow, her presence had made you feel safer—She was clearly unhappy with your boss, but you had no evidence that she would let you live once she was done with bowman.

As if she knew your inner monologue, she addressed you whilst still looking at Bowman. "Human, you may leave."

“Oh no, nope she’s not going anywhere."—Bowman didn't let loose of your shirt.

The woman finally made eye contact with you, and you felt your chest tighten. It felt like the first time someone had ever made eye contact with you—someone had ever seen you. As soon as it happened, it was over just as quickly,and the woman was looking at the man beside you. Her head tilted like a cat sizing up its prey. Whatever she was thinking, whatever she was planning with that look, was not good, but you felt oddly sure that you were not her focus.

It took no time at all for the woman to cross the room. You didn't even catch it with your eyes; she was a blur. But you knew she had to be faster and stronger than Bowman, as she had him in less than a second. His hand was no longer attached to you. You were free. It happened so fast that it didn't register. You were transfixed by the red-headed woman hoisting Bowman up into the air. His feet dangled despite the fact that he was nearly a foot taller than she.

"Human" the redhead said calmly, without looking at you. "Is this your boss?"

"Yes" your mouth felt dry—it was the first time you'd spoken since Bowman had dragged you into the room.

"Then I would say that considering the time, you have the rest of the night off."

Understanding why moving would take some time—but you'd regained enough of your faculties to know that it was time to leave. With a squeaked, "Thank you" you exited the office—The door closed behind you without a need for effort on your part. Whatever the woman was going to do, she didn't want an audience.

You looked disheveled, and your eyes were still wide and pleading for safety, though you were alone and, as far as you knew, you were safe. Though no one would see you and think 'Vampire attack interrupted' if someone took the time to spare you a glance, they would see a person who had clearly experienced something out of the ordinary. You were not the same as you'd been when you'd entered the boss' office—in more ways than one.

You hurried to your office, grateful for the late hour and the deserted offices that ensured no one noticed your swift departure as you gathered your belongings. Amid the quiet corridors, a solitary light emanated from the closed door of the office opposite yours, a reminder that you weren't entirely alone in the building.

Unbeknownst to you at the time, Bowman's parting grip had left a faint smear of blood on your jaw—It went unnoticed until you caught your reflection in the elevator doors.

The front desk attendant gave you an habitual: "Have a good evening."

"Thanks" you managed to say. Your voice was a bit shaky, but the attendant didn't notice. He actually looked at you, but you knew it was a part of his routine. He'd send you all off, nod in your direction, and then he'd go back to his computer. At least someone had acknowledged you, you thought—though, he was as oblivious as anyone else. The front desk was probably not the best place for a person who apparently had tunnel vision.

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The chill of the night greeted you as soon as you stepped outside, accompanied by a wild wind that seemed to howl through the air. You knew the sound was just the wind—familiar yet eerie after your recent encounter with the supernatural. If vampires were real, as you were now certain they were after what you had witnessed, then the possibility of werewolves seemed just as plausible.

You took a deep breath, trying to process everything. Your supervisor was dead, and your boss—a vampire? It was all so nonsensical, yet you had seen it with your own eyes. The memory of her, pale and powerful, lingered vividly in your mind.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the red-haired woman who appeared suddenly in your path until she was right in front of you. You gasped and instinctively took a step backward. The woman made no move to invade your personal space; instead, she stood calmly, confident that you wouldn't flee. Despite the flight alarms blaring in your mind, you found yourself rooted to the spot.

"Human” the woman said. It was a word you had never been addressed with before, yet tonight it had been uttered several times already in reference to your kind. Despite knowing it to be an undeniable fact, hearing yourself labeled as merely 'human' felt oddly surreal. Normally, you might have laughed it off or made a light-hearted comment or a teasing remark, but the intensity in the woman's eyes quelled any inclination for humor or banter.

"You cannot tell another about what you witnessed tonight."

She was fast. She must have “finished” Bowman while you were in the elevator—maybe even before. You envisioned the nightly cleaning staff stumbling onto a horrific crime scene. You liked the night staff, they didn't deserve to clean up such a mess—disposing of viscera was not in their job description.

"I won't" you replied. The thruth is you wanted to tell someone; holding in that kind of information was going to make you sick. But you knew, deep down, that the moment you opened your mouth, others would think you were insane. "No one would believe me."

"Unfortunately, that is a chance I cannot take." the redhead woman replied with a gentle, almost mocking smirk.

You instinctively took another step back, feeling the edge of the wall against your back. People streamed out of the building, oblivious to the tense encounter unfolding just steps away; oblivious of the fact that maybe those were your last moments on earth.

"You don't have to—" Your voice faltered, shaky with fear. The woman's threat hung heavy in the air. If she intended to kill you, there was little you could do to stop her. You had witnessed her power in action, if only briefly, and it left you unnerved. You gulped, "I won't say anything. I promise. You don't have to kill me." Maybe you should’ve said something more convincing than “I promise”when someone was about to take your life. Did promises bring any value to her kind? She would’ve never believed you.

She arched a brow, studying you with a mixture of amusement and disdain—her frown deepened, as if she disliked your assumption. It was clear she was capable of violence and you were uncertain if she had any inclination towards mercy. Her words had left little room for interpretation—she intended to eliminate any witnesses, and you stood alone as the only witness.

"I do not wish to kill you" she said. Her voice was so soothing that it made your shoulders soften. You hadn't realized how stiff you'd gone.

Her presence held power over you, and when she said she didn't want to kill you, you believed her.

"Then what do you want to do? I meant it, I won't tell anyone. I don't even know your name."

"And you won't. I will take away the memory of tonight for your safety and the safety of my people."

"Your people...you mean uh…"

She nodded and made no effort to verbally confirm your suspicions.

You were silent as you stared at the confirmed vampire in your presence. She was mysterious in a very dangerous way—but a feeling was burning in your stomach. It felt like a need, but you hadn't a clue as to what you needed and how the red-haired vampire could help you.

Apparently, her way of helping you was erasing a piece of your mind. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but she had expressed the explicit desire to tamper with your memories.

It would feel better, you sensed that much. You knew that the shock would go away, as would the fear, and unanswered questions. But, with those negative things would go the knowledge that you as a human were not alone. Knowledge was power, even if you weren't sure how to wield it yet.

"I don't want to forget" you admitted quietly.

When the woman approached you again, you didn't step back. "I want to know what happened to my friend.”

The vampire reached out and rubbed away the blood from your chin, she hadn’t asked, and you didn't need her to. You stood still and let her.

"You want to remember the way he met his end? for what purpose?”

"Someone should know; someone who knew him."

"And when your boss is missing and you know the truth, what will you say?"

You weren't sure how to answer the vampire's question. Everything had moved so fast, you didn't have time to plan what you'd say to everyone else.

"I don't know."

She considered you, and most likely what she was going to do with you. You weren't convincing, you knew, but she hadn't acted without consulting you. So maybe, just maybe, you had a way out of having your mind wiped.

"Go home, human" she said—and you thought you'd taken a kickball to the gut—you were taken aback so abruptly.

She was letting you leave, or so it seemed. "You have twenty-four hours to consider this choice. I hope you will see reason. I will find you tomorrow night."

You should have focused on the deal the vampire was making you, rather than the fact that she was promising another meeting.

Maybe she would answer some of your questions.

Maybe she would satiate your curiosity.

Or maybe she would make you forget she existed at all.

"How will you find me?" you asked— It was a wonder, but it was one of the last questions you should have asked— she'd scaled a building and entered through a window without so much as a sound. She could find you easily. You wasted your breath asking a question that didn't need to be answered.

"Don't worry about me. Keep your wits about you, and your mouth closed. Consider my offer and the alternative. Your knowledge is yours for now, but understand that should you speak of this night to anyone in the next day, my offer will be revoked." She said before turning around and disappearing behind the crowd.

The vampire woman was not suggesting that she'd lay off and leave your memories alone. She was suggesting that you and your knowledge would cease to be. She was essentially giving you a day to come to your senses and realize that you wanted to forget the ordeal.

But you were stubborn and embarrassingly naive, and she was too interesting to forget. You had to figure out a way to keep your knowledge and gain some answers in the process, if only for a chance to see her again.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober (31)- Bite Me

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: After being edged all night, you’re desperate for Natasha to give you your release, but she’s adamant on hearing you beg for what you want her to do.

Warnings/Tags: Strap-on, Rough Smut, Dom Nat/Sub Reader, Biting during sex, Vampires, Choking, Squirting, Dirty Talk, Degrading

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"Fuck," you moaned as the toy was thrusted into you, her hips flush against yours while your head lolled back against her shoulder, a desperate noise leaving you. "Nat, please," your tone laced with lust and desire as she slowly pulled her hips back, gradually sliding the strap on back into you to fill you up again, another sinful noise being dragged out of you.

"Please what, Detka?" she hummed, her hands gliding down your body, teasing the skin with her nails as she scratched along your abdomen softly, your hips twitching at her touch. You needed her to move. You had been teased enough already.

"Please just let me come," you whisper, her free hand lifting your head off her body so she could pepper kisses along the side of your jaw, smirking against the warm skin as you pushed your hips back against hers. "I need you, please fuck me," you groan as her fingers find your clit, slowly circling it to keep up with her teasing.

"But do you deserved to be fucked, Detka?" she mutters against your skin, her fangs grazing the juncture of your neck, your breath hitching. "You were such a bad girl, being such a brat," her tone dropping an octave as her free hand moves to settle on your throat, the sensation of her hand and teeth causing your mind to cloud with arousal, "I'm not sure you deserve to be fucked like my little slut, do you?"

"No," you say, agreeing with her as, after your stunt, you deserved the punishment, your head tilting to look into her darkened and enticing green. "But I can't take it anymore, so please," your tone is nothing but desperate, the redhead's gaze softening for a moment as she had been harsh with your punishment, your body feeling as though it had been edged for hours on end now.

"You're so lucky I love you," she mutters, claiming your lips, feeling you smile into it as her hands move to settle on your waist, her hips snapping up into yours, the toy thrusted roughly into you causing a moan to escape you. Her mouth moves to kiss along your neck, her fangs purposely grazing the skin to fuel both of your arousals, relentlessly pumping the toy into you as you chant her name, her hands keeping your body upright.

"That's it Detka, take it like the good little slut you are," she pants at the shell of your ear, your body clenching tightly around the toy as pleasure sparks through you, nothing but her name and sounds of pleasure being torn out of you.

Her hand circles around your body once again as more dirty words are whispered into your ear, the heat between your thighs unbearable as you throb around the toy, your body begging for its release as your mind is clouded with euphoria, vision almost blurring at how amazing everything felt.

Natasha's pace never eased as she mercilessly fucked the toy into you, giving you the rough fuck you wanted as you desperately wanted to feel her fill you up, to feel the sensation of coming all over her cock.

"Nat," you moaned, hand reaching wildly behind you to reach her red hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you held onto her for support, your legs trembling as your orgasm neared. The other woman's lips tugged up into a smirk at your tone, her fangs pressing down against you softly, the sensation odd but addictive as you wanted her to do it again but harder. "Harder, please," you whisper as she gathers that you don't mean her hips as they're already pounding into you, her fangs teasing you by only pressing a little harder.

"Nat," you whined when you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of your release, wanting to feel her teeth sink into you.

"Y/n," she mocked your tone, "Come on Detka, tell me what you want."

"Bite me," you groan out, her fangs immediately sinking into your neck, nothing but pleasure taking over your body, legs shaking as liquid gushes around the toy, a string of moans being ripped from the back of your throat.

Your eyes flutter open a few moments later as Natasha slows her thrusts, letting you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, body trembling against hers as she wraps her arms around your middle, tongue soothing the bite mark while murmuring loving words to help you calm down.

"There's my Detka," she whispers playfully when you tilt your head to the side, connecting your lips softly while a small moan escapes you when she pulls out, kissing you in apology and smiling against your lips. "Someone enjoyed that," she teases softly once you realise why the sheets feel so wet under you, cheeks tinting red as she continues to kiss your lips softly, coaxing you into the safety of her arms as you relax against her.

"Shush," you mutter embarrassed, her chuckling against your lips before pulling back, your eyes flickering down to her mouth, her tongue seductively swiping across her lips before she parts them, showing off her stunning fangs, the smirk dangerous as arousal pools between your thighs once again.

"Fuck it," you mumble before turning around in her arms, crashing your lips together and pushing her body down on another part of the bed, immediately straddling her lap, ready for another round.

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ravenromanova · 1 year ago

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Nowhere to run

Pairings: Vamp Natasha x Female reader

Warnings: 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mentions of blood, Blood kink, Biting kink, Smacking, Oral, Fingering, Double ended dildo, Vibrator use, Slight cnc DO NOT READ IF YOUR UNDER 18!!!!

Summary: You hide and she seeks

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You ran as fast as you could through the trees of the woods you stumbled upon. The wind was harsh against your skin as you sped through. Your breath was short and it was getting harder and harder to breathe but you knew you couldn’t stop. She was close and you could feel it you just didn’t know where she was.

A twig snapped in the distance and your heart dropped at the sound. You couldn’t see very much since the trees blocked the moonlight so you were essentially blind. But luckily for her she was able to see in the dark. She was waiting for you to be at your most vulnerable, she wanted you out of breath, desperate and needy.

She crept around the trees as you try to find shelter behind an oak tree. A smile crosses her face as she watches your movements. You were out of breath hunched over as you gasp for air by the tree. You can hear footsteps crunching leaves behind you but you have no energy to run.

The woman stalks up behind you and puts her hands around you waist firmly. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel her breath on your neck.

“i told you id find you kotenok” She whispered against your ear as she presses your back against the tree. You’re forced to look at her as she grabs your chin and tilts your head back. You knew from the look in her eyes that’s you were fucked. Her eyes went red and you could see the black veins surrounding them, her smile was as devilish as it was wide as she looked at you.

“You have nowhere to run now little one you’re mine” And with that you feel all your resolve leave your body. She smiles once she sees you give into her.

“I’m yours” You whisper to the redhead with a doe eyed look. Natasha loses all control when the words leave your lips. She is quick to take you back to her cabin. The woman picks you up bridal style and uses her vamp speed to get you to the cabin.

You squeal and giggle once you see how eager she is to take full advantage of you. She kicks the cabin door open and rushes you both inside the master bedroom. Once she gets you two to the room she uses all her strength and throws you on the bed. You look at her with lust in your eyes as she gets all the supplies she needs to ruin you.

“You’re my toy tonight. You will do everything i ask of you. Understood?” She asks as she towers over you at the edge of the bed. Not being able to form words you opt to just nod your head and she hums in satisfaction. The next moments are a blur as she rids you both of your clothing and sits in front of you.

Natasha is quick to tie your hands to the headboard along with tying your feet to the ends of the bed. She then slowly crawls up your body and you can see that her once green eyes are fully blown.

“Tell me how much you want me” She commands as she starts to attack your neck and not only leaves hickeys but leaves bite marks. Your breath hitches in your throat as she speaks and even though you know she’s dominant right now you can see her desperation.

“I want you so bad mommy. Please please please ruin me” You beg pulling at your restraints and groaning when you realize you aren’t able to touch her.

She doesn’t waste any time as she quickly takes on of your nipples in her mouth and starts sucking. You moan loudly at the sensation of her mouth on one of your tits and her hand on the other. Natasha moves to the other nipple giving it the same attention as the other as you let out a satisfied groan.

After she has had her fill of your tits she starts slowly kissing and biting down your body drawing a little blood. She licks over the bite marks to soothe them before she came face to face with your pussy. She takes a second to admire your bare body and pussy before giving it a small kiss. Natasha groans as you buck your hips against her lips as she kisses you.

“So desperate” She comments before she spreads your lips and attaches hers to your clit. You buck your hips and moan as she starts sucking on your clit like a woman starved. Natasha shoves her tongue into your pussy and groans once she feels how tight you are. She continues to lick from your hole to your clit in fast motions and you scream in response.

“I-I’m gonna cum p-please can i cum?” You asks desperately as she picks up the pace and starts sucking faster. She doesn’t respond just nods at your question since she’s too wrapped up in how you taste to speak. That’s when you feel the coil in your stomach snap and you cum all over her face and tongue with a scream. The redhead licks you clean with a smile on her face before she continues with her plans for the night.

“Such a good and sweet girl” She praises as she licks her fingers and crawls back up your body. Once she reaches your stomach she straddles your thighs and runs her hands all over your body.

“So perfect, So soft, So sweet, So pretty” She says as she looks at you with nothing but love in her eyes. Who knew a big bad vampire could love someone this much? definitely not you but you relish in her love anyway.

“You know i love you right? You know you’re everything to me right?” She asks before she pecks your lips slightly.

“Yes mommy i know you love me, I love you too” You say bashfully at the woman you love more than anything.

“Good girl” She praises again and decides to untie you so you can finally touch her. And once you’re free your hands quickly make way to her hips and you give them a soft squeeze. You two spend a few moments in a heated make out before Natasha grows eager and needs more of you.

She gets up off of you despite you making grabby hands for her to come back. When she comes back she has your favorite double ended dildo and vibrator in her hand. Your eyes light up and the toys as she walks back over to you and straddles you yet again. She takes her time playing with you by running her hands up and down your soft skin. Her eyes flicker from red to green as her hunger for you grows. You can see her fangs pop out and her tongue run across them in anticipation.

“You can feed on me- it’s okay” You say softly as you run your thumb over the black veins under her eyes. Natasha stares at you with bewilderment for a minute processing what you said. She’s never actually fed on you before, Sure she will bite you here and there nut she’s never fed. The reason being that she doesn’t want to hurt you, She loves you, Your her precious girl and she doesn’t want you to be in pain.

Her eye flicker upwards to yours as if she’s silently asking for more permission.

“I trust you- if anything i’ve kinda been wanting you too” You admit shyly and that’s what sells it for her. She settles herself fully on your hips before leaning down and brushing your hair away from your neck. It takes her a moment before she does anything because she has to reel herself in. She finally decides to let her fangs out and sink them into your neck.

“Oh fuck-“ You moan at the sensation you had expected it to hurt but in reality it feels so fucking good. She takes her time as she slowly drinks the crimson liquid from your veins. Nothing Natasha had ever tasted before had been as good as how you taste. She keeps going for a minute or two and in those moments you are in pure bliss. Your fingers tangle themselves in her hair and you moan loudly as she takes her fangs out.

“You taste better than the finest wine in the world Dekta” She praises before she licks the mark to soothe it. The sensation is enough to make you finish right then and there but you hold out.

“Please fuck me Vladelets” (master) The need in your voice makes the older woman smile. She simply nods and grabs the strap and brings one side to your lips. You immediately know what she wants you to do so you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. She then takes the bright red strap and smacks it against your tongue a few times before you start sucking. You bring it as far as you can in your mouth and start bobbing your head getting it nice and wet for her.

Natasha lets you go at it for a minute before pulling it out of your mouth and replacing it with the other side. You eagerly repeat your previous actions and get the other side wet. Once she’s satisfied with how wet it is she climbs down your body to your pussy. She rubs the tip of one side up and down your pretty folds before she slowly inserts it into you in a swift motion.

You let out a loud moan once the strap is in and the redhead smiles sinfully before she props your knees up. You give her a questioning look as she places herself on top of your pussy. She takes the other side of the dildo and inserts it into herself and grinds her hips against yours.

“Fuck yes-“ Her moan comes out breathy as she feels the tip hit her g-spot. The both of you find your hands on each others hips as you both start grinding against each other. Natashas head falls back as she lets out a guttural moan at the moment unfolding in front of her.

“F-Feels s-so g-good” You stutter out when she picks up her pace and thrusts into you onsite and of grinding against you. Natasha is quick to grab the vibrator and place it in between you two right on your clits.

“OH FUCK!” The both of you scream in unison when she turns it onto the highest setting. She picks up the pace of her thrusts and decides to just ruin you.

“You’re so pretty dekta, look at you a complete mess for me so fucking pretty” She grunts out and her grip on your thigh becomes tighter. She’s so close and she can tell you are to by the way you’re breathing.

“Fuck i’m gonna cum baby-please please make me cum-Oh fuck!” You scream as your orgasm comes ripping through you and you squirt all over the redhead. When she feels your warm juices hit her skin that’s when she comes undone and fucks you both through her orgasm.

“Holy fucking shit” She breathes out as she finally stops thrusting and takes a second to breathe, before turning off the vibrator and taking the toy of of you both. You groan at the loss of the strap but quickly forget about it as Natasha lays down next to you.

“That was amazing” The words barley come out above a whisper as they fall from your lips. The older woman looks at you before pulling you to lay on her chest.

“I told you i could make hide and seek fun” She jokes as she runs her fingers through your hair and smiles.

“Yea i guess you’re right” You chuckle in agreement before you yawn and nuzzle into her chest and listen to her heartbeat.

“I gotta clean you up dekta” She says as she tries to move you but you tell her that you both can just shower tomorrow that you dont wanna move. Natasha lets out a soft laugh at your antics before she pulls the blanket over the both of you and holds you tight.

“Goodnight my sweet girl” She whispers as she leaves a kiss on your temple.

“Goodnight my little vamp” You mumble as you drift off into one of the best night sleeps of your life.

~the end~

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 1 year ago

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Vampire girlfriend

Summary: You're a vampire, you're in the avengers compound as a villain prisoner, luckily you have someone to keep you company, Wanda is completely infatuated by you and you just can't deny her, especially her delicious blood

Words: 1,525

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, blood drinking, Wanda being protective, Nat being a bit of a bitch tbh, innuendos, mention of smut lmk if I missed anything

A/N: I wrote this in half an hour because why not? I guess

A/N: This Wanda is age of ultra Wanda so like emo dirtbag Wanda with slight anger issues

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"Y/n? Where are you?" Wanda snuck into your room after hours so no one could see, with you being a prisoner and all Tony wasn't keen on Wanda coming to see you, but that didn't stop the witch

"Why are the lights off?"

A pair of hands wound themselves around her body from behind and pulled her back into them "hey gorgeous girl, did you sneak away to come and see me again?" Your voice was low and close to her ear giving it a nip that surprised her

"I missed you" she whispered letting herself relax into your arms "I know honey I know, a shame Tony was being a dick and wouldn't let you see me today, I wore something I wanted you to see" Wanda spun around in your hold kissing you softly not wanting to do more since the guards were doing their rounds and you were both sure they wouldn't want to hear any noises coming from down here

"What did you wear?" You were in your pyjamas now so she was sure you weren't talking about them, but she thought you looked sexy in anything so it didn't matter.

"Something red, something skimpy, something that shows off the marks you left on my thighs when I pounded so hard into you and you needed something to hold onto"

Wanda's hands gripped your shoulders, there was a small light that showed your face holding a smirk and your eyes on her neck "can I have a drink?" You asked and Wanda nodded "please, my neck has been tingling all day for you"

You laughed "awh honey don't worry I'll take care of your tingles" you lent down to her neck kissing and licking the two bites marks already there "don't tease" she breathed out and you chuckled "I'll tease you as much as I want detka, you have no power over me here"

Without another word your fangs pierced her skin sucking the sweet sweet blood from her neck feeling it go down smooth down your throat

"Fuck, hold on Y/n too much" Wanda weakly tried pushing you away but you growled holding her tighter refusing to let go, when you did finally stop Wanda was nearly limp in your hold "sorry baby I got carried away" you whispered leading her to the bed and laying her down grabbing the covers to warm her cold back up

"C-cold" she groaned and you kissed her forehead "rest princess, thank you for letting me drink from you"

She hummed in response pulling the blanket close to her body "its kay"

You lay down with her pulling her close kissing her shoulder "ty moya navsegda krasivaya devushka"

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"......You went to see her again didn't you?" The team were in a meeting the next morning but Wanda wasn't paying attention, not really, she just kept thinking of when she'd go and see you again

"Don't start Nat, you don't know her like I do" she snapped back at the redhead in a whisper "Wanda I'm just concerned, she's a dangerous vampire and a known manipulator, she could be in your mind"

Wanda couldn't help but let out a laugh earning a glare from Steve to which she apologised looking back at Nat "I'm a powerful witch Nat, if anything I'm in her mind and her mind is a wonderful, erotic place"

Nat dropped it and both women carried on with the meeting but of course Wanda wasn't listening, she was just so excited to go back to you

"....and the vampire will accompany us but we need a volunteer to escort her" Wanda was too late listening when she realised what Steve said, she put her hand up but another shot up first, Nat, why did she want to take you on the mission?

"Thank you Nat for volunteering, here's hoping it all goes well, you can go down after the meeting to tell her about the mission"

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You had your eyes closed enjoying the silence until your door slammed open jumping you awake seeing Wanda storm in looking angry, you did like an angry Wanda "I hate her so much!"

She sat down on the bed closing her eyes and trying to calm down, you were very intrigued "are you okay moya krasavitsa?"

She sat up suddenly and straddled you kissing you hard, not that you were complaining at all, every time she was angry you reaped the rewards and it was always amazing

The door opened and your least favourite person interrupted you "Natalia, if you interrupt us again I'll tear you limb from limb and enjoy every fucking second of it" you growled out letting Wanda get up from your lap aiming at Nat

"Why did you accept it?"

Oh? Was she mad at her best friend? Interesting

Nat crossed her arms "Wanda you can't at this point be trusted to take Y/n on a mission while you're being intimate with her"

You sat up really interested in the conversation for once "I'm going on a mission? Great! I need to get out of this room"

"We're going back to where we found you, your friends are getting taken in and you need to help us get them"

You rolled your eyes "you know they've moved now right? you guys are so stupid" your hand found Wanda's bringing her back close to you kissing her neck to calm her down "so why aren't you escorting me on this avenger suicide mission my love?"

Wanda let out a sigh enjoying the feeling of your lips "because Nat put her hand up first" you chuckled "does Nat think she can handle me? I don't think she can, can she honey?"

The assassin scoffed "you're not scary Y/n, we caught you pretty easily"

You looked up from Wanda's neck staring at Nat "did you? Or did I want to be caught so I could spend time with the hottest witch I've ever seen in my life and death?" You nuzzled Wanda's neck making her giggle and pull you into a hug "you're so fucking cute princess, you should move into my room, I could have you whenever I wanted then"

Wanda's eyes lit up "yes! I really want that, Vision keeps trying to get my attention and I just want to stay here with you"

You bristled at the name of Vision, that stupid robot better stay away from your girl "I'll crush his robot parts if he touches you"

Nat huffed breaking the weird conversation you two were having "well this is lovely but Wanda isn't staying in this room, I don't want to come in one morning and see her throat ripped out because you're an animal-

You were across the room in seconds wrapping your hand around Nat's throat pressing her against the wall "don't you fucking dare call me an animal!"

Nat laughed "did I hit a nerve? You're the worst type of animal and I can't wait until I put a bullet in your head"

You laughed "bullets don't hurt me Nat you know that"

"I have a special bullet for you" she winked and your smile dropped

You let her neck go stepping back "you're kidding"

She shook her head "you start anything with me and I won't hesitate to shoot you with it"

You were both locked in an intense eye contact until Wanda stepped in "Nat can you just let me have 5 minutes before you do the stupid briefing?"

Nat agreed leaving you and her alone "what bullet is she talking about babe?" Her arms wrapped around your midsection kissing your cheek to bring you back to her "Y/n?"

You shook your head looking down at Wanda and smiling "don't worry about anything Wands, she wouldn't dare use a silver bullet on me"

Wanda was confused "a silver bullet? I thought they were just for werewolves?"

Shaking your head you kissed her softly "so cute, no they can be used for every supernatural creature and person, but she won't use it, she'll have to deal with you then won't she?"

Wanda nodded her head "yeah! But she won't hurt you baby, I won't let anyone hurt you"

"Thank you my love, are you staying again tonight?"

Wanda looked down unsure of her answer "I don't know, Tony might get suspicious"

you pouted "but I get lonely in here Wanda and I really enjoyed having you here last night, I had a delicious midnight snack, come on just stay here, you can go early in the morning before anyone wakes up"

You knew it didn't take much convincing to make Wanda stay, she was so devoted to you "what do you say?"

Wanda nodded "okay"

"That's a good girl, now go and get your sleepwear while I listen to the angry assassin for a few minutes" you kissed her quick and spun her around to the door giving her ass a smack

"Hey! Baby you said you wouldn't do that suddenly"

You shrugged "I can't help it your ass is just so perfect"

Wanda left and Nat walked in right after slamming the door, you didn't react instead just sitting on your bed watching her

"Shall we begin Natty?"

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fanficimagery · 2 years ago

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The Avenger and Her Vampire

You had been in New York for college for only a year when your aunt called to tell you the terrible news of your parents passing. You didn't mourn with them, instead choosing to go back to school. There, you lost yourself to the grief and wound up with the wrong crowd.

For years you've ignored your family, sending emails and postcards to let them know you were okay. But now that you're returning to your childhood home, there's some very important secrets your family has been keeping from you. Then again, you've got a secret of your own as well.

Words: 9.9K Author's Note: TVD AU. Slight Bonnie bashing which surprised me because I love her.

Mystic Falls would have looked exactly the same as you'd last seen it had it not been for all the suspicious men and women taking up Main Street, staring at you with suspicion as you drive by. There are even a few suspicious individuals down the street from your childhood home, so you pull up in front of your house while keeping an eye out for anyone nearby.

After parking and exiting your vehicle, you walk up towards the front door. The lights are on so you know someone's home and you readily ring the doorbell twice in a row, followed by knocking repeatedly. And then, before anyone can greet you, you open the door while sticking your head in.

"Hello! Anyone home?"

You only have to wait a few seconds before your aunt Jenna rounds the corner, her scowl immediately morphing into an elated smile. "YN!"

"Jenna!"

You push the door the rest of the way open, meeting your aunt halfway and throwing your arms around her in a hug. You grunt as she squeezes you, her embrace being a little tighter than you remember. Then when Jenna's had her fill, she pulls back while keeping her hands on your biceps, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"What happened? Why are you home?"

"What do you mean why am I home?" You huff a laugh. "Am I not welcomed here anymore?"

"Of course you are." She lightly swats your arm, "But it's been years, YN. The most we've seen of you is on FaceTime, so I ask again. What happened?"

You keep quiet for a moment longer before sighing with a slight roll of your eyes. "I'm going abroad over summer and I won't be able to be in contact with you guys, so I thought I'd come visit before I leave."

"Knew there was a reason." Her lips twitch. "But abroad? Tell me everything!"

Laughing, you let Jenna drag you towards the kitchen while you explain that you know the Tony Stark. What had started off as an intern gig working the front desk at Stark Industries led to CEO Pepper Potts asking you to run SI's social media accounts. Then from running SI's accounts, you were then given the passwords to the Avengers' social media accounts, and asked to clean them up.

By some divine intervention, you were friends with superheroes and then one of the richest men on Earth wanted to take you abroad as his personal assistant. And not being able to turn the opportunity down, you agreed.

"Wow. So superheroes, huh? What's Thor like?"

"He's possibly one of the most intimidating beings I've ever met, but at the compound where everyone can just be themselves without the public watching he's an absolute puppy. I adore that alien of a man."

Jenna laughs. "What even is your life?"

"I know. It's insane." As Jenna goes about putting away the dishes she had washed as you spoke, you ask, "So what's going on around here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Uhhh… Mystic Falls is a picturesque little town where nothing bad ever happens." Jenna snorts, gesturing for you to go on. "So why the hell are there so many randos hanging around and looking at me like I kicked their puppy?"

Her smile falls. "What?"

"Surely you've noticed it," you muse. "They're not exactly being subtle."

"Well no, but…" Your aunt suddenly looks spooked as she starts scouring the kitchen counters. "I need to call your sister."

"Elena? Why would you-"

The front door is suddenly kicked in, followed by men shouting. You and Jenna both yelp, whirling around towards the commotion, and then there's a liquid being spritzed into your face.

You cringe back. "What the fuck!" You yell.

"She's clear!"

You're shoved to the arms of a man wearing a paintball mask, whereas others are just wearing scarves to conceal their identity. A hand clamps onto your shoulder as your eyes wildly dart over every armed individual in your childhood home.

"What do we do with this one?"

"Take her. She's a sympathizer."

"What the hell is going on?" You ask, grunting a moment later when you're shoved towards the front door.

Jenna suddenly screams and you look towards her to see her hands covering her face.

"We got one!"

"Hey, leave her alone!" You shout, trying to move to aid your aunt. But you're kept in place, both by the hand on your shoulder and by the fact that when your aunt's hands fall away, her face is… it's not human. Your jaw drops as your aunt snarls, backhanding one man before she's spritzed in the face again. As she squeals in pain, face sizzling, a unique set of handcuffs are clamped around her wrists. "Jenna?" You hesitantly call out.

When Jenna hears you, she glances directly at you, and you watch her red irritated skin heal within seconds. The dark veins beneath her eyes slowly vanish and her too sharp canines disappear. "YN?" When you can only stare at her in shock, her bottom lip wobbles. "I can explain."

Several walkies go off at the same time, stating that they have someone incoming outside. Jenna is frog marched outside and once you get your bearings, you're quick to follow. There are several jeeps in front of your house, each outfitted with guns no normal civilian should have their hands on, and many others scattered about your yard.

"Jenna!" Your sister Elena appears out of nowhere, eyes panicked. "Hey! Let her go!" As Elena tries to rush towards your aunt, she meets the same fate as your aunt previously did. Only this time, they also stab her in the abdomen with what appears to be a wooden stake after she squeals in pain when her face starts to sizzle.

As Elena doubles over with a choked off shout, you practically fall down your porch steps in order to reach your sister. "Hey! Get away from her!"

As handcuffs are clapped around her wrists, Elena looks up at you in surprise. "Y-YN?"

"I said get away!" Subconsciously, an orb of red energy fills your palm, and you release it at those surrounding your sister as if pitching a baseball without even batting an eye.

"Retreat! We got an unknown!"

Several scared men and women rush back to their vehicles, hightailing it out of there while completely forgetting about your sister and aunt. Jenna stumbles over to Elena, the two of them trying to examine the cuffs around their wrists. But each time they touch them, they hiss in pain and have to stop.

Turning towards your family once the coast is clear, you ask, "What the hell is going on?"

"W-What?" Elena glances at you, warily. "What do you mean what's going on here? What's going on with you?! How did you-"

"Uh uh. Nope. We're not talking about me right now." You step forward until you can grab onto their cuffs with each hand. Then willing energy into them, they click open seconds later and fall away from their wrists. "I just outed myself in front of asshole strangers to save you, so you're gonna tell me what the hell is happening first and how the hell you and Jenna are whatever the hell you are."

Elena opens her mouth to retort, but Jenna cuts her off. "She's right, Elena. We owe her an explanation," she says while rubbing at her wrists

Your sister glances between you and your aunt as if in disbelief, before her shoulders sag and she heaves a sigh. "Fine. But I need to get everyone else here. This involves them too."

"Then get them here."

. . . .

Nearly an hour and a half later, well after the sun has gone down, you're sitting in your childhood living room while rubbing your temple from the onslaught of information your sister and friends have dropped on you.

Doppelgangers, vampires, werewolves, witches, hybrids… the supernatural is very real and if you weren't friends with real life aliens, you'd have trouble believing everything you've been told.

"So let me get this straight- you," you say while looking at apparently a thousand year old hybrid with a ridiculously cute dimpled grin, "killed my aunt and turned her into a vampire to be used when you sacrificed my sister to break your curse, but you had a change of heart and used someone else instead, and now everyone's just cool with each other?"

"Something like that," Klaus Mikaelson muses.

You shake your head. "And you," you say while looking at his sister Rebekah, "actually got my sister killed which led her to waking up in transition to a vampire?"

"Mmm, yes." The blonde is oddly proud of that moment, it seems, as she smirks.

"Jesus…" you mumble.

"It's not like we're actually friends," Bonnie Bennet, witch extraordinaire, says. "Originals are just hard to kill and even if we did find a way to kill them, they're linked to their sire lines."

"You say that as if I should know what that means," you deadpan.

Bonnie really tries not to roll her eyes as Klaus and Rebekah chuckle at your attitude.

"What it means, love, is that if we kill one Original, then every vampire they turned and every vampire those turned, and so on and so forth, all die," Enzo tells you.

"Vampire extinction," Jeremy mumbles.

"We're just covering our own asses by inviting the Mikaelson family," Damon Salvatore says with a shrug. "If they're left out of the loop and someone miraculously kills them, they kill us too."

"Sounds fair." You shrug. "So now that I'm all caught up about you guys, does anyone care to fill me in on what the hell happened tonight? Who the hell are these randos walking around like vigilante military?"

"Someone saw something they weren't supposed to and went to my mom," Caroline says, "but since mom already knew about the supernatural, she tried to dissuade them so as not to reveal the secret."

"Only that didn't work and something is amplifying the fear of these locals and others they've invited to town into hunting down the nonhuman," Stefan Salvatore tells you.

You glance at Bonnie while wiggling your fingers. "Can't you just magic away the issue? What's good being a witch if you can't spell away the problem?"

"Finally! Thank you," Rebekah huffs.

Bonnie sneers at the Original vampire before crossing her arms and glaring at you. "I've tried. Whatever this is, is immune to my magic."

"What about you?" Elena asks.

You frown. "What about me?"

"Jenna and I saw what you did," she says. "Couldn't you-" It's her turn to wiggle her fingers, causing you to grin.

"What do you mean what she did?" Jeremy asks, glancing between you and your other sister. "What happened?"

"She threw this red blast of energy and knocked some guys on their asses," Jenna says, far too impressed with you now that she knows the new you isn't a threat. You're still the same niece she watched grow up.

Everyone glances at you and you sink into your seat. "YN, what happened to you?" Elena asks, wanting to understand.

"I fell in with the wrong crowd after mom and dad died," you tell the room at large. "They had some powers of their own, that I didn't know about until way later, and they apparently sought me out after sensing some very weak magic in me."

"You have magic?" Bonnie stands a little taller. "But we thought only Elena had magic in her blood because of the Petrova bloodline."

"Well, there's apparently magic in the Gilbert or Sommers bloodline," you say. "Anyway, this group used my grief to manipulate me. When they had my trust, they exposed me to a crystal that amplified the magic that was already in me." You raise a hand in front of you, letting a small orb of red energy develop and dance between your fingers. "They call it chaos magic."

"Holy shit," you hear someone breathe in awe.

"In the beginning, I was excited. I was special," you tell them, losing yourself to the memory. "But then one really bad situation led me to losing control of my emotions and…" You close your hand into a fist, and your hand glows brighter and brighter before you flick your fingers open. A short wave of red energy expands outward before dissipating. As you blink out of the memory, you catch sight of everyone staring at you, tense. You shrug. "I, uh, I wanted help after that. I didn't want to accidentally hurt someone, so I sought out someone who could help."

"Who could help with that?" Your sister asks.

"I wasn't too sure, but I sought out Steve Rogers."

"Captain America?!" Your brother practically shouts. "You sought out an American Icon!?"

"Don't say it like that." Your nose wrinkles. "Steve's more than what the government dubbed him as."

"Wait," Jenna speaks up, frowning. "So, is what you told me earlier true? Are you really going abroad with Tony Stark as his assistant or…?"

"Ehh…" You squeak, shrugging.

"YN…" Her eyes narrow and you sheepishly smile.

"It's more of a mission rather than a job opportunity."

"A mission?"

"Surprise!" You give them jazz hands, chuckling nervously now. "I may or may not be an Avenger in training."

"WHAT?!" Out of everyone, your brother Jeremy is most excited. "You're gonna be a superhero?!"

"I'm gonna try to be," you say. "Apparently my morals are a little skewed, so I'm gonna be on probation for a while."

Enzo smirks. "Where has this Gilbert been all my life?"

"Right?" Damon muses, earning a punch from Elena and a chuckle from nearly everyone else.

"Anyway, I-" Nearly as one, every vampire perks up and looks towards the door. "Uhh, what's happening?"

Stefan frowns. "It sounds like a drone." And sure enough, moments later after the words leave his mouth, a drone passes by one of the front windows.

"A drone?" Rebekah scoffs. "How cowardly of them."

Everyone makes their way outside, hesitating on the porch, while only the Original family and Enzo head down onto the front lawn. The drone continues to hover noisily until Klaus leaps and snatches it from the air. Pulling an envelope that had been taped to it, he then crushes the drone and tosses it aside.

"Oh. They sent a note," Rebekah muses. "That's very quaint of them."

Her brothers huff in amusement as Klaus quickly scans the note. Summarizing it, he says, "They want a meeting with the new threat in the clearing next to the Welcome to Mystic Falls sign."

"No. No way," Elena says.

"It's a trap." Damon's eyes roll. "No one's going anywhere. We need to come up with a plan to catch them off guard."

"What better way to catch them off guard than actually showing up?" You wonder, moving to step down the porch steps, but keeping your hand on the porch railing. "They have no idea what I'm capable of. They're idiots to call me out."

Jeremy shakes his head. "They'll see you as a sympathizer and shoot first, ask questions later."

"That's assuming they'll even get a shot in."

"YN, think about this," Jenna says. "You don't know what you're up against."

"And apparently neither do you," you retort. "Your witch has yet to protect this town, so it's time some new blood takes the lead for a bit."

Bonnie scoffs. "Be my guest."

"Well, if you're going, then I'm going," Elena says.

"Me too," Jeremy agrees.

"You're not leaving without me," Jenna then says.

Glancing over your shoulder, you smirk as you will your power to gather. "Good luck leaving the house then," you muse. Immediately your eyes flash red and a red shimmer envelops the house and porch.

"What?" You laugh as you jump off the porch steps. "What did you do?" Elena steps forward to follow but runs into an invisible shield. "YN!"

"What?" You feign innocence. "The way I see it, every one of you is vulnerable. Bullets and stakes can't harm an Original the way they can harm all of you."

"Enzo's not an Original," Elena says, eyes narrowing.

"No, but Enzo was already down here, so…" You shrug. "And besides, he's cute. I need something pretty to look at in case I die out there."

"YN, let us out," Elena says, shaking her head. "You're in over your head."

"No."

"Bonnie!" Elena whirls around, but even as Bonnie closes her eyes to chant, your shield doesn't waver.

The witch frowns. "I can't. This is magic I've never come across before."

"Of course you haven't. I'm apparently one of a kind." You wink and then look back at Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, and Enzo. "So, are you coming with or not? I may need a lift if you guys are running there."

"Darling, it'll be my pleasure," Enzo says. You giggle as he swoops you up into a bridal carry, running with you as if you didn't weigh much.

You have to close your eyes given how fast Enzo is running, but when he stops and starts to put you down, you open them and look around. You're near the meeting place, watching the vampires stare off in one direction as they listen to something only they can hear.

"What's going on?" You murmur.

"There's more than we anticipated," Rebekah murmurs back. "And they're all armed."

"Wonderful." Everyone continues to listen and quietly plan their next move, and eventually you grow restless. "Screw this. I'm going in."

"No. Wait!"

The vampires hiss threats at you, but you roll your eyes and continue forward. Walking through the tall grass, you keep your eyes peeled for anyone lingering on the sides. You don't see anything out of the norm and eventually you come upon a group of men and women.

Shockingly, it's a woman who steps forward and who you assume is in charge. "Who are you?" She asks.

"Who am I?" You muse. "Who are you? You came into my home and attacked us, after all."

The woman has a swagger to her to step as she stops a couple yards in front of you, crossing her arms over her chest with a self-satisfied smirk. "We hunt vampires. We're ridding the world of these monsters, but you were a surprise. So again, who are you?"

"YN Gilbert," you tell her. "And you attacked my aunt and sister. So, you and I, we have a problem."

"Your family are monsters. And so are you." As soon as the words leave her mouth, all the armed individuals behind her raise their weapons and green lasers center on your chest. Glancing down at all the moving dots, you laugh. "Those vampire friends of yours might be invulnerable to bullets, but are you?"

"There's only one way to find out." At your side, your right hand starts to glow. You hear murmurs of distress and you smirk as you glance at the woman in charge. "Then again, you're a moment too late. You should have had them take the shot when you had the chance."

Before she can get a word out, you raise your hand and flick your wrist. The red energy enveloping your hand disperses, and you watch as every person who had their weapon trained on you goes rigid as their eyes briefly glow red. From one second to the next, they all turn and train their weapons on their boss.

"Have fun convincing your friends you're not the monster." Turning around, your steps briefly falter as the vampires stare at you in amusement. You hadn't even heard them come up behind you. "What?"

Elijah's lips twitch. "What did you do to them?"

"A little mind control, I think. We should get out of here and regroup so I can figure out our next move. I'm not sure how long our new friends will be under."

"What all are you capable of?" Klaus asks, eyeing you warily.

"Dunno. I'm still figuring that out. Now can we go? I'm pretty sure everyone at my house is pretty pissed given I locked them in."

"My family and I actually have something to take care of in New Orleans," Klaus says.

"We would appreciate it if you kept us in the loop," Elijah then tells you.

"Sure. I can get your number from someone when there's something to tell." The Mikaelson siblings disappear after agreeing and you turn to glance at Enzo with a grin. "And then there were two." You step closer, reaching for him so he can prepare to hold you again. "Let's go, handsome, before the people with guns come out of the little trance they're under."

He huffs a laugh as your arms go around his neck and you jump so he's forced to catch you. "As you wish."

The next morning you groggily walk downstairs, yawning and stepping into the kitchen where Stefan is surprisingly cooking.

"Morning," you sleepily mumble.

He smiles. "Morning. Sleep okay?"

You wrinkle your nose while making yourself a cup of coffee and think about why you didn't have that great of a sleep. After what happened to your aunt and sister, Elena didn't want anyone unprotected. Tyler and Caroline still opted to go home to keep an eye on their mothers, but everyone else decided to stay at the Gilbert house. Bonnie slept in Jeremy's room, Damon in Elena's, Stefan called dibs on the couch, and you felt bad that Enzo would have to sleep on the recliner. Instead, you offered to share with him so long as he knew there'd be no funny business.

"If I had known Enzo hogs the blanket, I'd have never offered to share my bed out of the goodness of my heart."

Stefan chuckles. "Would breakfast put you in a better mood?"

"Mmm. What'd you make?"

"There's eggs, sausage, bacon, hashbrowns, and toast."

You take a sip of your coffee before you stand. "I'll make my own eggs," you tell him. "I'm apparently picky with how they're made."

Stefan grins while stepping aside, watching as you find a small pan for your eggs. You crack three in the pan, scrambling them. Then while letting them cook for a moment, you head to the refrigerator to grab a bag of shredded cheese. Once they're nearly done to how you like them, you sprinkle a handful of cheese so the heat melts it just right.

"Cheesy eggs," you muse while plating them. "This is now the only way I can eat them."

Stefan grabs a fork and tries a forkful from the pan, humming a moment later. "Huh. Those are pretty good."

"Right?"

The two of you eat in peace before the rest of the house starts waking up. Jenna and Enzo join you right before Damon and Elena, and then Bonnie says a quick hello before taking her leave to get a jump on trying to figure out what's going on. Jeremy is the last to show up and you swat at his hand when he tries to steal your bacon.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Jeremy asks.

You shrug. "Probably roam the town and see if I can sense anything. Elena, nor Jenna, can tag along because those people know they're vampires."

"We're out of the running because they've been keeping an eye on the boarding house," Damon says.

"Which leaves me," Enzo smirks.

Jeremy huffs. "And me."

"Yeah, but you're only human, baby Gilbert."

Your brother grumbles and you laugh as you ruffle his hair. "Don't worry. I'll protect you and the pretty vampire from any threats."

Elena is not happy that you're going out on your own with only Enzo as vampire backup, but you tell her if she wants to involve herself then she can go help her witchy bestie. She's not impressed, but you couldn't care less, and you head out once Jeremy is done with breakfast.

"Someone else drive," you say while tossing your keys over your shoulder. "I need to sit in the back and somewhat concentrate."

"All you, mate," you hear Enzo say. "I just wanna sit pretty in the passenger seat."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

You slide into the back of your car, scooting towards the middle and letting Jeremy settle behind the wheel while Enzo makes himself comfortable in the passenger seat.

"So, what exactly are we doing?" Jeremy asks.

"No idea. Just drive up and down every street. If something gives me the heebie jeebies, I'll speak up and we'll check it out."

"And if you don't sense anything out of the norm?"

"Then we go back home and try again later." He looks at you through the rearview mirror and you sigh. "Jer, just drive. I love Elena, but I really don't wanna deal with all her questions right now."

"But you'll answer mine, right?"

"Ugh. If I must."

"Cool. So, what's it like living with superheroes?" He asks, starting your car and pulling away from the curb.

"It was fun, but a bit chaotic."

"Because of all the enemies the Avengers have?"

"No, because half of them act like children." You huff a laugh, remembering some of your fonder moments with them. "Hawkeye likes to hide the vents and start unexpected nerf wars. Captain America and the Winter Soldier know no boundaries, and I usually found one or both sitting at my kitchen table and eating all my food when they forgot to order their groceries. And Iron Man likes to know any and every dirty detail of a person's life."

"What about the Black Widow?" Jeremy muses.

"She's more of a meddling teenager. Kept trying to set me up with people."

Jeremy laughs. "Who?"

"First it was Steve, then when she realized I had a type she reluctantly guided me in Loki's direction."

Enzo turns in his seat. "The God of Mischief? She tried setting you up with the God of Mischief?"

"Yep." You pop the 'p' and grin. "Almost sealed the deal too, but Thor's a cockblock and he got called back to Asgard before anything interesting could happen."

"Good. You can do better than the god of mischief who once wanted to take over Earth," your brother mumbles.

"Oh yeah?" You scoot forward so you can peer into the front between your brother and Enzo. "So, what are your thoughts on blood sucking vampires?"

"Gross!" Enzo barks out a laugh and Jeremy's attention is divided between the road and his passenger. "You better have not seduced my sister, Enzo!"

"I didn't, mate, but I did think about it."

You're laughing now, punching Enzo's shoulder while you tell your brother, "Give me some credit. I don't sleep with people on the same day I meet them."

"The vampires are off limits."

"Come on," you groan. "I need to have some fun before I leave. It's either this vampire or the other vampire with the accent."

"The other vampire with an acc- Klaus? You wanna bone Klaus?!"

Your lips twitch while you try to remain serious. "One or the other. You gotta pick one."

"No. Not only no, but hell no!"

You and Enzo are laughing again, and Jeremy grumbles while watching where he's driving.

For the rest of the drive, you divide your attention by teasing your brother with your attraction to the vampire in the passenger seat, and trying to sense anything out of the norm. Unfortunately, nothing feels off to you and Jeremy ends up driving back home.

"Better luck next time, yeah?" Enzo says while exiting the vehicle.

"Yeah. Until then, I'm gonna nap. Wake me up for lunch," you tell Jeremy.

For days you drive around Mystic Falls at random times, but you don't find anything. You even try to meditate and cast out a mental net, but again you come up with nothing.

Not even Bonnie has any luck and when you start to get aggravated because you know people are watching your family and their friends, Enzo decides to get you out of the house without any chaperones.

"Dinner at the Mystic Grill? How romantic of you," you tiredly tease him.

"We can always have dinner with your family and the Salvatore's, love."

"Mystic Grill is perfect."

"Thought so."

While you and Enzo wait for your food, you talk a little bit more.

"So is Mystic Falls permanent or were you visiting when all hell broke loose?" You wonder.

"Visiting. I'm a bit of a wanderer." Enzo tells you as he pops a piece of tortilla chip into his mouth. "What about you? What are your plans after your vacation is up?"

"Well, my trip is pretty confidential, but I'll be gone for two weeks before heading back to New York."

"And is New York permanent?"

"Yep. It wasn't always, but after gaining these powers of mine it's kind of where I have to be now."

Enzo smirks. "Will you be allowed visitors?"

"Of course." You laugh. "But the superheroes are nosy and it won't be long until they figure out your secret if you start visiting me."

"A price I will have to pay if it means I can have sleepovers with my favorite Gilbert."

Heat embarrassingly blooms in your cheeks as you toss a piece of torn napkin at him, making him chuckle. Thankfully, the waitress shows up with your food and you're saved from retorting by biting into your chicken sandwich.

You eat in peace, only having to stop a few times to greet old friends and old friends of your parents when they realize you're back. When it's all said and done, Enzo can't stop smiling at you as you leave the Grill and start walking towards Main Square.

"What?"

"I didn't know you were so popular."

"That's what happens when you're the golden child of two of the most respected individuals in town."

"Ah, yes. Your father."

You wince. "Sorry. I forgot you said that he- and Augustine."

"Water under the bridge, love. Besides, you were only a child when all that went down."

As you continue to walk, your arms cross over your chest and Enzo's thumbs end up hooked in his front pockets. He tells you about his turning and the identity of his sire which sets you off into a round of giggles as you tell him he's basically the baby of the Salvatore clan. He huffs, but finds amusement in your amusement.

You're then telling him all about the one time Tony Stark took you out for drinks and you ended up with the worst hangover of your life when a sudden sense of dread washes over you. You stumble and Enzo reaches for your elbow, and you immediately glance around at your surroundings.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't feel that?" You ask, your left hand reaching for your chest as your heart starts to pound with fear. "Fuck. Whoever's responsible for igniting panic in Mystic Falls is here. I can- I feel like-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take a breath, sweetheart."

"M'trying." You try to catch your breath while reinforcing a mental shield around your mind. As the seconds slowly tick on by, you eventually get yourself under control. As your gaze scans your surroundings, you find someone standing under the clock tower. And when you clock them, they immediately tense and try to scurry off. "There."

When Enzo sees where you're looking, he speeds off and you start walking until you're in the middle of Main Square. Enzo reappears with a struggling woman by his side and he rolls his eyes. "Enough." He grips her bicep a little tighter, jerking her so she gets the memo to stop trying to escape. "Explain yourself."

"Yes. Please do," you drawl.

"H-How did you fight off the f-fear?" She asks instead, glancing between you and Enzo. "No one is supposed t-to be able to."

"I'm one of a kind," you deadpan. "Now explain yourself."

"The vampires have taken over. I needed to protect everyone!"

"Vampires are the least of your worries." You huff. "So what if they take a sip from a local or three? You should be grateful the vampires keep the worst threats from stepping foot here."

She shakes her head. "You're wrong. This vampire has used his mind tricks on you!"

"That's where you're wrong, girlie," Enzo muses. "Miss Gilbert here can't be compelled. You, however-"

"Wait." You stop Enzo from trying to compel the girl. "How did you do it?" You ask her. "How are you riling the locals and their friends up? How are you controlling their fear?" As you were asking her questions, you took notice that her hand reached up to grasp the tiny jar that had been hanging around her neck. She shakes her head, refusing to answer, and you reach forward with quick reflexes to pull the necklace from around her neck. "What's this then?"

"Don't!" She tries to lunge for it, but Enzo holds her in place.

"Why? It's just a-" An unseen force hits you square in the chest, throwing you off your feet and sends you flying. You land on your back with a grunt and within a second Enzo is there to help you up back to feet. "What the fuck was that?" You mumble.

"I don't know."

When you get your bearings, you glance back at the woman who fidgets nervously with something inhuman and grotesque standing right behind her shoulder. You scoff at her, gripping her necklace tight in hand. "Are you kidding me? You want to rid the town of vampires, yet you have a fuckin' demon at your beck and call? Hypocrite."

"He's helping me."

"He's feeding off of you, idiot!" You shout back at her. "He's just feeding differently than a vampire does, but I guarantee you he's feeding from you."

"N-No. He said-"

"Demons lie," Enzo tells her. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's leeching off your soul and every other soul he instills fear in. You're not helping anyone. You're hurting them."

She gasps and stumbles away from the demon, trembling when its milky white eyes turn on her. "I-Is that true?"

The demon gives a nonchalant shrug and you shake your head in disappointment at the girl. Her eyes fill with tears. "I didn't- I didn't want-"

"How do I get rid of it?" You ask. "What's so important about the necklace?"

When the demon looks at you and takes a step in your direction, she says, "Break it. Breaking the jar breaks the spell. Everyone will go back to normal too."

The demon hisses and you roll your eyes while throwing the necklace down and letting Enzo stomp on it. As soon as the glass breaks, the demon squeals before vanishing in a poof of smoke.

You frown. "Well, that was anticlimactic."

Enzo snorts and then gestures towards the trembling woman. "What do we do with her?"

"Please don't kill me!" She cries. "I only wanted to help."

"I'm not going to kill you." You roll your eyes. "But you are going to take me to your house so I can gather everything that will remind you of the supernatural. Then I'm going to make you forget everything you know about us and make it so you never have to worry ever again."

"P-Promise?"

"Promise."

. . . .

An hour later, you and Enzo are going through boxes of occult paraphernalia that you'd taken from the woman's home. You had texted your sister to text Bonnie to meet you at the house, so you were currently waiting for the witch to show.

"I can't believe the villain was so utterly human who got lucky with the right books," Enzo drawls.

"Right? And to think- oh, pretty!" You cut yourself off, picking up a small crystal globe. "Do you think this is harmless?"

Enzo snorts. "I don't know, love. Ask the Bennett witch. She's walking up the porch steps right now."

Bonnie doesn't bother to knock, instead just walking right on in. She walks into the living room, exhaling softly as she takes in you and Enzo. "What happened? Did you find any new leads?"

"Did I find any new leads?" You muse, chuckling. She doesn't look impressed with you. "I found the problem and took care of it. Vampires can now roam around without fear that someone is going to stake them."

She stands a little taller. "What?"

"It was a normal civilian," Enzo says, "who got lucky with the right occult shop. She summoned a fear demon and didn't realize that while it was riling everyone up, it was also feeding on them."

"So we broke the spell, put the mind whammy on the woman who was causing you issues, and cleaned out her supernatural paraphernalia," you say while gesturing to the boxes in front of you. "I figured this stuff was better off in your hands than in someone else who would try their hand at summoning."

Bonnie steps further into the room to get a look in the boxes. "O-Oh. And this woman, she's okay?"

"Yes. Just because I have magic now doesn't make me a monster, Bonnie. The woman is fine and doesn't remember a thing."

"She also has the urge to better her life," Enzo says. "And if you don't believe us, we'll give you her address so you can check her out for yourself."

"No. It's fine," she says. "I just- I guess I'm so used to Damon solving our problems by killing the issue rather than solving it without bloodshed."

"Aren't you glad I'm not Damon." Bonnie finally cracks a grin at you and you raise the crystal globe so she can see it. "So do you think it's safe to keep this? It's really pretty."

Her and Enzo both snort, and she holds her hand out for it. "Let me see." You hand it over and you watch as she closes her eyes, muttering under her breath. After a few seconds, her eyes open and she passes it back to you. "It's fine. I don't think she ever had a chance to use it."

"Score." You keep the small globe and then gesture to the boxes. "All yours then, Bennet. Don't go summoning demons now."

She chuckles. "I won't."

Enzo helps her load the car with her new possessions and then he's looming over you as you sit on the couch. "What?" You slowly grin at him.

"We have the house to ourselves."

"We've had the house to ourselves, Enzo."

"Yes, but we were expecting company. Now, we are not."

Your laugh gets cut short as you yawn. "As much as I'm looking forward to checking out your vampire stamina, I'm beat."

"Fine. Off to bed we go and then you're mine for the next few days now that you don't have to solve Mystic Falls' problems."

"Yeah. Sure."

You're peacefully sleeping when you're rudely awakened by your phone. Normally you'd let it go to voicemail, but you know for a fact that you silenced it which means your phone's been hacked. And given that it's a Stark product, you have a very good feeling you know who hacked your phone for this rude awakening.

Turning onto your opposite side, reach for your phone and blindly answer it. You realize a second too late it's a video call and maneuver the phone so the camera doesn't catch anything behind you.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!"

You groan, keeping your eyes hooded because of the too bright screen. "Fuck off, Tony. What time is it?"

"It should be six your time, I think."

"Six?!" Your eyes open wider and you shift your position just a little, pulling the blanket up higher to cover your chest. "What the hell, Tony! I barely went to sleep like three hours ago."

"Mhm. And what were you doing three hours ago? Or should I say whom?" You catch his smirk and you scowl at him.

"I don't know what you're-"

"Cut the shit. I caught a glimpse of a very muscular back when you moved just moments ago. And a head of dark hair."

"Fuck." There's a snort behind you and you turn so you're on your back, shoving at Enzo's arm. "You just had to be here, didn't you?"

"You weren't complaining three hours ago, love."

Tony practically lights up. "Did you get a boyfriend?! Romanoff is going to be so pissed she wasn't the cause of this."

"He's not my boyfriend," you grumble. "He's just… convenient."

"Mhmm. And is this convenience going to be visiting New York when you get back from our trip?"

"Enzo knows it's a probationary mission," you tell him around a yawn. "And I don't know. Maybe."

Enzo changes position so he's also on his back, sleepily smirking at you. "Definitely."

"Then he's a boyfriend. Oh, I can't wait to tell the others. Our baby superhero is growing up so fast."

"You're both annoying." You yawn again. "Was there a purpose to this call, Stark, or can we go back to sleep?"

"Not really. I just missed my second favorite human."

"Second? Does Peter know he's been usurped of his position as second favorite? If not, I call dibs on rubbing it in his face."

"Rude. But anyway, I also made you a gift. I'll ship it out later, so be expecting a package later this week."

"Ugh. Should I be worried?"

"No, but I have a feeling your new boyfriend is going to love it."

"One- not the boyfriend. And two- goodbye, Tony."

You hang up before Tony can say anything else and set your phone aside. When you turn back around, you match Enzo's position so you're lying on your side, facing him. "What do you think he's sending you?"

"No idea, but I have a feeling it's either going to be something I need or something to embarrass me."

Enzo smiles as he tucks your hair behind your ear, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Alright. Go back to sleep, love. It's still dark out."

"Mmm. Okay."

Two days later, as you're sitting on the porch swing with your sister and enjoying iced tea with your siblings and aunt, a delivery truck stops in front of the house. The conversation you'd been having ceases as the driver gets out and opens up the back of his truck. Then he grabs a rather large black box, and when he maneuvers it in his arms you see Stark Industries logo emblazoned on the front.

The driver then walks up the sidewalk to your porch, glancing at everyone with a small smile. "YN Gilbert?"

"That'd be me," you say, standing to meet him.

"Cool. I'm gonna need to see some ID and then need a signature before I can hand this over."

"Sure. No problem." You head inside to retrieve your ID and then meet the guy back outside. As you hand over your ID for him to scan, you then quickly sign your name and take the box from him. "Thanks!"

"No problem. Have a good day."

When you turn around, your family is staring. "What?"

"What is it?" Elena asks.

"Yeah. Open it. I want to see."

Huffing a laugh, you gesture towards the door. You rather not open a box from Tony outside just in case it's something not meant for civilian eyes. But alas, once you get the lid off, it's nothing scandalous or confidential. In fact, it's something you were hoping you didn't have to deal with so soon.

"A supersuit!" Jeremy exclaims. "You got your own supersuit!"

"Calm down, Jer," you grumble. Picking through the paper, you pull free a top, pants, a jacket, and even what appears to be a head piece.

"Oh. That's pretty," Elena says while taking the headpiece from you and gently touching the intricate red designs. "Are these meant to be horns?"

"I'm not even sure." Underneath a pair of boots, there's a note. Picking it up, you read it aloud with a sigh. "Enjoy the last week with your family. We'll be there to pick you up next Sunday. Wear the suit. With love and excitement to see your boy toy- Tony." You huff a laugh before looking back at the box, shaking your head as your family roams their fingers over the pieces of your suit they're holding.

"What material is this?" Jenna asks.

"Do you think they can make me a Halloween costume out of any extra material they have lying around?" Jeremy wonders.

Both you and Elena snort, and you start to gather your suit from them. "I don't know and no. Now let me put this away while you guys brainstorm what we're going to do for dinner."

"Don't you have plans with Enzo?" Jeremy scowls.

"Nope. And don't make faces," you tell him. "If anyone is allowed to make faces, it's me and Elena because you're boning one of her best friends." Jeremy balks when Jenna barks out a laugh and Elena can only shrug while telling him that you're not wrong. "Besides, Enzo knows how much I love you guys and knows I should be spending all this time with you. I'll see Enzo whenever I want after I get back from my mission."

Elena arches an eyebrow at you. "He's gonna visit you in New York?"

You shrug. "He says he will, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"You have that vampire wrapped around your finger," Jenna muses. "I won't be surprised if we see less and less of him once you get back to New York."

"If you say so."

During the last week with your family, Elena finds it in her to not be so attached to her boyfriend. You go shopping with Jeremy and Elena, catch up on all the juiciest gossip with Jenna, and a few times you have group dinners with the Salvatore brothers, Enzo, Caroline, and Bonnie.

They try to weasel out any information you can give about where you're going, but you keep mum about it and tell them if they stop asking, then you'll let them see you off when you're to be picked up. They agree.

Then the day before you're set to leave, you're surprised when you sit down for dinner right as the doorbell rings. Everyone freezes before Jenna glances around the table, counting everyone and trying to figure out who'd be at the door.

Suddenly Elena perks up, eyes sparkling. "I got it!"

You frown at her, but Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Jenna, and Enzo seem to be the only ones who catch on as to who is possibly at the door. You, Jeremy, and Bonnie can only shrug and wait for Elena to return.

So while waiting for your sister's return, you nudge Enzo and ask for him to pass the salad bowl.

"Rabbit food, YN? Seriously?" You startle in surprise at the voice, fumbling the bowl and glancing up to see a smirking Tony. "I know for a fact you're not fond of salad."

"Tony! What are- why are you-"

"He couldn't wait," Clint muses, entering the door with several stacked pizza boxes in hand.

The door opens again and your sister ushers in another familiar face. "And neither could Barton." Natasha grins.

"Shut up, Nat. You jumped at the chance too. Don't try to play it off."

"Someone had to make sure you idiots didn't wreak too much havoc." Then glancing at the gobsmacked and/or amused faces, she introduces herself. "Hello. I'm Natasha Romanoff."

"W-We know," Jeremy stammers. "Hi. It's, uh, it's nice to meet you."

You wrinkle your nose at your brother and reluctantly stand up to show Clint where he can place the pizzas he's brought. "Everyone, I'm pretty sure you know who Tony, Clint, and Natasha are. Guys, meet my family and friends." Then one by one, you introduce them to your aunt, sister, and brother first. Then you introduce Caroline, Bonnie, and the Salvatores, and save Enzo for last.

Tony gasps in delight. "I got dibs on the chair by the boyfriend!"

"Tony!" Everyone snickers and you shake your head in disbelief as Tony makes a beeline for your vacated chair. Then glancing back at Natasha and Clint, you gesture to the kitchen island. "We're all out of chairs, so it looks like we're standing."

"That's fine," Clint muses. "I'm good at standing."

"Me too."

"Hey YN, can I get a slice of that pizza?" Your brother asks.

"Yeah. Hang on." Though your family and friends are eating spaghetti and salad, a few of them request slices of pizza of their own. You and Clint serve them up, and then return to the kitchen island to get started on your own dinner.

"So who's got embarrassing high school stories?" Tony asks.

"Well…"

"Don't even think about it, Jer-bear," you immediately blurt. "I grew up with you and Elena. I have just as much ammunition against you than you do me."

"Yeah, but the Avengers aren't my co-workers. They're yours."

Your eyes narrow. "Alright, fine." The piece of pizza you had in hand is lowered. "Once when Jeremy was thirteen and our parents left us in charge, I walked in on him-"

"You promised to never bring that up!"

The room explodes into laughter and you grin. "Try me, baby brother. I dare you."

"Fine. I don't know anything."

"You buckled so easily," Caroline teases. She then sits a little straighter, smirking at the room at large. "Well, YN was a junior when Elena, Bonnie, and I entered high school, so-"

"I got dirt on you too, Forbes. I even have pictures before your HBIC days. Do you really wanna try me?"

Her smirk falls. "I burned all those."

"As if I didn't make doubles or even triples." Caroline pouts and goes back to twirling her spaghetti on her fork. "Does anyone else wanna try me then? Hmm." You glance at Bonnie who shakes her head with a grin and Jenna who arches an eyebrow at you. "Remember, Jen, I was there for every sloppy relationship and one night stand. I was eavesdropping long before you ever knew."

Jenna deflates. "I hate nosy children."

You bark out a laugh and happily pick up your pizza, taking a bite out of it. Tony frowns. "And here I thought I'd get some juicy blackmail on you, Gilbert."

"Keep it up, Tony, and I'll narc on you to Pepper. We both know she adores me."

"Yeah, yeah."

"So why are you guys here?" You ask, eating some more. "I thought I was supposed to be picked up tomorrow."

"Stark wanted to make sure the suit fit," Natasha says. "Have you tried it on?"

"Nope."

"Why not?" Tony squawks. "It's yours! I thought you'd jump at the chance to wear a suit made specifically for you."

"I've been bonding with the family." You roll your eyes. "Excuse me if I didn't want to squeeze myself into a suit and be gawked at."

"Hey, be glad it's not a catsuit like mine," Natasha muses. "Yours looks loads more comfortable."

"You guys aren't going to let this go until I try it on, aren't you?"

"Try it on! Try it on!" Jeremy starts to chant, followed by Caroline. "Try it on!"

"I hate you all."

Taking one last vicious bite out of your pizza, you drop it on your plate and leave to head upstairs to your room.

As soon as YN disappears from the kitchen, Tony turns towards Enzo. "So what are you intentions with the baby of the Avengers? Because let me tell you something, Lorenzo St. John, I know everything about you, the Salvatores, aunt Jenna, sister Elena, and friend Caroline."

The room goes deathly quiet and still, and Clint snorts. "Why do you guys look so shocked? You didn't think we'd be stupid to not investigate everything going on in this town, did you?"

"How?" Caroline wonders. "The council doesn't exist anymore and my mom knows better than to put that type of information on any electronic device where it can be hacked."

"Well someone was dumb enough to keep an electronic journal," Natasha muses, still casually eating as everyone else is too tense to move. "And while vampires and witches," she makes eye contact with Bonnie then, "all sound very whimsical, given our line of work we have to believe that there was an ounce of truth somewhere in there. So we dug and dug until we found pictures of the Salvatore brothers from way back in the day. There wasn't much on St. John, but there was quite the information dump on the Original family."

"So again I will ask," Tony says. "What are your intentions with YN?"

"Nothing. We're just having fun." Enzo shrugs. "I like the girl and we're just taking it day by day."

"Does she know about all of you?"

"She does," Jenna finally speaks up. "She showed up right before a group of men broke into my house and tried to take me by force."

Clint stands a little taller and Enzo waves him off. "Fear demon riled up some locals, but YN took care of it. All is fine now."

"What about this Original family?" Tony asks. "Do we need to worry about them?"

No one says anything and surprisingly it's Bonnie who speaks up. "They like to toe the line, but so long as they're left alone, it should be fine."

"They've racked up quite the body count." Natasha arches an eyebrow at her.

"So have Damon and Stefan." Bonnie shrugs. "But the Salvatores have learned from their past and live peacefully now. The Mikaelson family does their own thing, but so long as their family is not threatened, they stay under the radar. I doubt they want the government hounding them."

"We'll leave them alone for now, but the second they start making waves-"

"They'll behave." Damon rolls his eyes. "Klaus saw just a fraction of what YN can do and I doubt he wants her tapping into that power to subdue him. They might have a very powerful witchy sister back in New Orleans, but-"

"But YN's power is different than what the ancestors have shown us," Bonnie says. "No matter the experience of the witch, I have a feeling YN can easily outpower any of them."

"Shit. Really?" Now Tony looks intrigued, but before he can ask more about it, the kitchen door swings open.

"There. Happy?" You deadpan.

Everyone falls quiet and Enzo turns his seat to take a look at you. You mentally preen when you see his eyes subtly widen before looking you up and down, and then a leering smirk graces his features. "Hello, gorgeous."

You huff a laugh and flick his forehead as Caroline gushes. "Oh my god. You look so good in that!"

"It is comfortable," you reluctantly admit. "And I'm immensely grateful that my cleavage isn't out for all to see," you say while glancing down at the black and burgundy top of your suit. "And what even is this skirt or whatever it is?" You ask, turning sideways so you can point out the piece of material that's connected to the back bottom half of your top to give off the illusion of you wearing a cloak without really wearing one.

Tony shrugs. "Thought it looked neat. Do you want it gone?"

"Well, no…"

"Question." Elena sheepishly raises her hand. "If the world gets to see your suit in action and you become well known, can I borrow the suit for Halloween?"

"No." You laugh. "You are not dressing up as me for Halloween."

"But it's so pretty," she muses. "And that headpiece! God, I love that headpiece so much."

You shake your head at her, grinning, and then make your way back to the kitchen island. "Well now that everyone's done gawking, can I eat now? I'm starving."

For the duration of dinner, you let your family and friends spill a few secrets to keep Tony happy. Natasha keeps nudging you and gesturing to Enzo, but you shrug and blush when she wiggles her eyebrows.

"I have a feeling you have a thing for murderers," she quietly muses. "First Loki and now Enzo?"

You snort and shake your head, and then freeze when your eyes dart to her. She arches an eyebrow at you before smirking. You sigh in defeat. "Of course you know."

"As if we'd let an Avenger in training go back home without making sure everything was on the up and up. You're lucky Tony only kept the vampire secret between us three and didn't get Steve involved."

Your nose wrinkles. "He means well, but that man needs to realize not everything is sunshine and rainbows."

"Mhm. You don't have to tell me. I know perfectly well that we can coexist with vampires, but the second they start mindlessly murdering humans, then we're going to have an issue."

"Duly noted, Black Widow," Damon says aloud, letting her know he could hear her. "Though I am kind of interested to see how a vampire fares against someone such as yourself."

"Give me a few weeks and we'll test it out," she says.

Dinner conversation then turns into who they think can win a fight, and soon enough Jeremy has thrown all caution to the wind and is showing pictures from what he's dubbed as your teenage dirtbag days.

Soon enough Tony, Clint, and Natasha are leaving to hunker down in a bed and breakfast before they come back to pick you up tomorrow afternoon, and you're calling it an early night so you're not too exhausted the following morning.

As you walk into your room, you're not surprised to find Enzo already waiting in bed for you. Grinning, you crawl into bed until you're hovering above the dark haired vampire. "Hi," you muse, leaning down and quickly kissing him. "I'm surprised you're still here."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

You shrug and fall down atop the vampire, situating yourself until you're tucked into the crook of his arm with your head cushioned on his shoulder, your arm thrown over his chest, and your knee hiked up over his thigh. "Natasha usually scares people away or Tony intimidates them away."

"I don't know, love, the superheroes seemed to like us pretty well."

"You say that now, but wait until you show up in New York. You'll be their secret guinea pig that they test out their new gadgets on."

"As long as they don't cut me open, I have no issue with it."

"Ugh. They're gonna love you."

Enzo chuckles quietly. "I hope so. You're not getting away that easily."

"Can you guys stop being so cute? I'm not supposed to approve of whatever you guys have going on, but you're making it really hard to disapprove!"

You lift your head to shout at your door. "Shut up and go to sleep, Jenna!"

"Rude!"

Laughing, you let your head fall back on Enzo with a quiet groan. "They're all ridiculous. We're just having fun."

"Keep telling yourself that, love. Maybe one day down the line you'll actually believe it."

You pinch his side before turning your face to bite his pec. Enzo flinches and laughs some more. "You're not helping."

"Because you'll see it sooner or later that I'm the only one for you." He presses a kiss to your hairline and you sigh tiredly as you settle back down against him. "Now get some sleep." As you close your eyes and start to drift, you hear him ask, "Do you think I can compel your mission location out of that Hawkeye fella before you leave?"

"Don't you dare."

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imagine-knowing-a-name · 2 years ago

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So... you're a bat

Summary: You move to a new town for work, you need a house... you didn't expect a housemate to come with it.

Pairing: Vampire!Natasha Romanoff & Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 2462

Warnings: Mentions/hints of past murders

A/N: Hello everyone I actually managed to write :) It's just a nice fluffy fic with vampire Nat being a cool housemate! Hope you enjoy!

(and also my fics haven't been doing so well since I keep disappearing and reappearing, so any reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!)

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The house viewing was pointless; moving across the country for work - on a minimal budget, you were just looking for anywhere to live, no matter the condition. And this was your only option. A house that was being sold for cheaper than any apartment’s security deposit; it was practically free, and from the viewing, you could see why.

A dilapidated mansion on the verge of collapse, the stairs had fallen in years before, so there was no access to the upper floors. Windows were smashed, floorboards were rotten, and some ceiling tiles were non-existent. No wonder the real estate agent looked so surprised to hear you take it on the spot.

What could you do? You didn’t have the money for anywhere else. And this mansion had one redeeming quality in that its front room had been done up by a previous homeowner, redecorated and fully insulated to make it livable. When you wondered aloud why they had stopped at just that room, you were shut down, the agent insisting that was a question you didn’t want answered.

Off-putting, to be sure, but you left it at that.

—

There wasn’t much for you to unpack; the single livable room was fully furnished and decorated within the day. Almost everything you needed, packed into one place. It wasn’t really that different to a college dorm, and you’d survived that before.

A chill hit you the second you opened the front room door, making you hesitate in the doorway. It would be so cosy to stay in the warmth, but instead, you braved the cold, final box in your arms.

Creaks echoed around the frame of the house with every step you took; it felt like they would echo forever – until another gust of cold wind rushed through the windows to smother any other source of noise.

With it came an even higher-pitched squeak, and flaps of wings came startlingly close to your ear. You turned just in time to see a flash of black graze past your face.

You yelped and stumbled, only just maintaining your hold on the box and keeping your balance.

When you regained your stability, you glanced in the direction the flapping had gone. A bat stared back, perched on the exposed house supports.

Bats in the attic. Another of the many mentioned issues that came with the property; this was just one you’d forgotten about. They were most likely the reason the house hadn’t been torn down decades ago, and why repairing the house was such a difficult task. How could you not disturb them in a place like this?

The bat had watched, unblinking, through your whole musing. You darted your eyes back to it, then ducked your head and carried on to the kitchen, shutting the door behind you.

—

You crossed paths with the bats constantly; each time they would brush close then stare – pure black eyes, unblinking in their gaze. It was creepy, and you learnt to stop walking around in the dark, when flapping wings and grazed touches would be the only indication of where they were.

Still, if the bats weren’t leaving and you weren’t either, it seemed the only solution was to take care of them.

You searched for their diets; results indicated insects, fruits, or even blood - depending on the species. It was informative, but with one issue. You hadn’t a clue of the species.

That was how you ended up with a bowl of berries in one hand and a bowl of beetles in the other, climbing up the rickety stairs on your elbows and knees. It was one of the worst ideas you’d ever had. There was no railing for you to hold, and you wouldn’t trust any one of the steps with your full weight, not after two instances where the stairs crumbled into dust underfoot. It became even more of a crawl the further up you got, but you were determined to get there and finally managed, both the bowls and yourself left intact.

Once again, the bat sat patiently at the top, having watched the entirety of your slow ascent. You wondered why you only ever saw one at a time. Did they take turns coming out? Or was there only one? TV always showed them in groups but you had no idea, pop culture isn’t always the most reliable source.

“This is for you,” you told the bat, setting both bowls down. You’d give it a day to see which one was preferred. At least you’d have use of your hands the next time you scrambled up.

—

“NEITHER?!”

Both bowls remained full. The bat had inspected it. You’d watched the bat inspect it. And it had taken nothing.

“If you don’t like berries or bugs then what do you eat?” you mumbled, gathering the bowls back up.

“While the berries are preferred, my palette is actually a bit different.”

You really couldn’t be blamed for screaming. Which was then drowned out by smashing ceramics, which you also couldn’t be blamed for. The sudden voice startled you and your body’s reactions kicked in, taking control of your actions to drop everything and flinch forward, away from the voice.

The upper level wasn’t prepared for such a forceful step, and suddenly the environment blurred, everything looking like it was shooting up… or you were falling down.

“Oh. oh, shi- I’m so sorry!” the voice rambled, “I didn’t mean to scare you!” It has a body now, a redheaded woman. She had rushed forward and caught you, stopping a potentially deadly fall.

You paused. “You snuck up behind me. In my house. And didn’t mean to scare me?”

“I forgot you could understand me.”

“What does-”

Before you could even ask, the woman decided to show you, morphing into the ever-watching bat before your eyes. This also had the effect of removing her arms, and you dropped to the floor once again. The thud echoed.

The woman morphed back into a human, just to gape at you. When you groaned, she raised a hand to cover her mouth. “I’m-”

You waved her off before she could apologise. Yet she continued. “It’s been a while.”

“I’m a vampire.”

“It’s fine.” You stood up slowly, clutching your chest as you did. “So… you’re a bat.”

“Oh… would you prefer blood then…?” You mentally slapped yourself. Why was THAT your reaction to a vampire in your home? They were creatures you thought belonged to fiction. And seeing someone turn into a bat was definitely not a regular occurrence. Was it offensive to ask if she wanted blood? A stereotype maybe?

“Blood would actually be much better, yes, but I have my own sources.”

“Thank god for that because the beetles were hard enough to source.” Speaking of, they’d been on the floor before you fell… you really hoped there weren’t squished beetles stuck to your back. Your cheeks started to heat with embarrassment, what if the vampire’s first impression of you was just falling and having beetles squished into your back?

“Um… I would like to apologise about the stairs though. They’ve been falling into disrepair for centuries and I’ve been meaning to get them fixed. When you can fly upstairs though it’s easy to put it off, then people keep moving into my house and I couldn’t do it without exposing myself, and I guess the years just slipped away.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just stay in my own bit downstairs and then-... did you say this is your house? Um, is it okay that I’m living here? It’s just that someone kind of sold it to me and I have no money or-”

“You have been a gracious guest so far, I see no reason for you to leave.”

“Thank you then, I’ll stick to my own areas and leave you some privacy in your own home.”

She nodded, and you turned away, cautiously approaching the stairs.

“Oh, and Y/N?”

“You know my name?”

“Of course. I’m Natasha. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

—

Vampires had messed up sleep schedules, you learnt that one fairly quickly. Every few minutes another thud reverberated outside your window, almost shaking the house with the weight. You checked your phone; it was 4am.

You didn’t even bother getting changed. Only one person would be up at this time, and if she was going to wake you so early before your alarm, she was also going to get the worst version of you: tousled hair, cartoon pyjamas, and so sleep-deprived you would fight a bear if it meant you could go back to bed.

When you opened the front door, there Natasha stood, in just a vest and jeans, on the back of a pick-up truck. Where she got the vehicle was beyond you, but it was filled with dark oak wood planks, and she was lifting several trees’ worth of it at a time, dropping it down onto the floor to produce the bangs that woke you.

“NATASHA…uh… I don’t know your last name.”

She smirked. “Romanoff.”

“NATASHA ROMANOFF, IT IS 4AM! What on earth are you doing?”

“I didn’t want to risk you hurting yourself on the stairs now you live here, so I thought I’d fix them.”

“I’ve lived a lot of lives.”

“By yourself?”

“Can you at least let me sleep first? I’ve got to be up in 3 hours for work.”

“Right, yes. I forgot about those things. I’ll wait. See you later, Y/N.”

With that, she flew off, while you rubbed your eyes and returned to your room. Did she even have a clock? You should get her a clock.

—

Graciously, Natasha did wait for you to awaken before she continued, and by the time you left the house, she had moved on to hauling the wood inside.

Upon your return, the stairs were near completion; the redhead had a drill in hand, securing the final few steps with remarkable speed.

You didn’t even register the ‘wow’ that came out of your mouth until Natasha turned, grin widening to see you home.

“You like it?”

“How-? I mean, yeah! It looks amazing! But it’s been like, ten hours?”

“Practice enough and you get faster.” She shrugged.

“That much faster?”

“Well…that and vampiric super speed.”

“Oh-”

“It’s cute that you believed me though,” she said with a smirk. You grumbled at her smugness, her arms were stretched over the step behind her and a playful grin adorned her face.

“You were nicer as a bat.” You teased, sticking out your tongue. Your confidence did not come with the same ease as Natasha’s seemed to - leading you to exhale far too heavily when she laughed, relieved that it hadn’t pushed the boundaries of your newfound friendship/living situation.

You noticed Natasha raise an eyebrow, but she didn’t question it further. She just kept up her smile until you began to walk away - at which point she called out for you again. You spun on your toe the second you heard her, looking up quizzically. She wasn’t in the same spot. Before you could even narrow your eyes at the –now vacant– spot, Natasha reappeared in front of you, followed by a characteristic rush of air.

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” The vampire apologised, paying little concern to how far back you’d jumped. “The stairs just need to be finished and uh, I was wondering if you wanted to join me? It’s nice having someone to talk to again.”

You smiled. “What do you have for me to do?”

—

The stairs were a massive improvement; your one-room house suddenly became a whole mansion for you to explore. Which, admittedly, meant more issues for you to find. Natasha had done centuries worth of dusting though, so at least they were clean issues.

But broken floorboards, collapsed ceilings, smashed windows…there were a whole host of issues, and had you friendly resident vampire not been there to help, you might have just smashed the staircase down again and ignored it all.

As it were, you did not destroy Natasha’s hard work. The vampire saw the stress in your eyes the second you made it upstairs, so she volunteered to repair the house as best she could. She’d acquired a whole host of skills over the years, so her work would save time, money, and the hassle of hiring builders. And she’d enjoy it – she reassured you of that.

It took over your lives for the next few months. When you weren’t at work, you would be helping her, though, with Natasha’s speed, she still ended up doing at least 90% of the work. But she seemed to enjoy the company and praised your small achievements, so that was enough for you.

When it came to housemate bonding activities, you had to say, the standard drinking games didn’t come close to completely remodelling a mansion together. She could tell you the history of every room, the moments she’d spent in there, the functions, even down to the original decision on wallpaper. It was fascinating, and offered an insight into how Natasha once lived: regal and rich and respected enough to own an enviable mansion. And now she spent her days hammering floorboards into place with the broke, graduate, housemate she had acquired.

You asked her then if she missed it; the parties, the customs, the people.

Natasha hesitated, casually holding the entire wall frame upright as she paused to think. “No,” was her simple answer. “I’ve lived too many lives for far too long to miss them all. I learn from them, I enjoy the memories, but I move on.”

You both fell quiet, silently returning to the build. How long had it taken Natasha to stop missing the past? You had a couple of decades of memories, and even that was enough for you to miss and grieve the past, but she had centuries. Lifetimes of experiences also meant lifetimes of loss.

“This, though.” She interrupted, “This will be a memory I enjoy. It’s been a long time since I’ve made one of those, so thank you, Y/N.”

“I’m glad I met you, Nat.”

“And I’m glad I didn’t drain your blood.” She grinned, fangs on display.

You sighed. “Ever the affectionate, Natasha.”

—

It was interesting, to look back on life and see what might have been. Natasha advised against it, and given her experience with life perhaps she was right, but you couldn’t help it. One house viewing, accepting the least hospitable house you’d ever seen; had led to this. You owned a mansion now, restored to its full glory and craftsmanship. And you’d gained a friend in this new town, an immortal housemate, like it was no big deal.

So many memories for the future you to enjoy.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #vampire!natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff & reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff & y/n #marvel #mcu

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keenzinemugstudent · 2 years ago

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Avengers AU x reader story ideas

so this is a story I made up like when I was in high school but I'm going to be rewriting it's going to be an Avengers AU a supernatural kind of thing where most of them of our loving characters are a part of the supernatural world stupid but it was a fun idea basically you the reader is a 21 year old in college studying to be a doctor you stay with your grandmother who has raised you since you were a baby after losing both your parents in a car accident suddenly weirds things start to happen deaths in your home town start to happen and it all comes back to you some how you've been getting visions and start seeing things other can't which enters Tony Stark who is apparently an old family friend or god father? Not sure basically he tells you that you have to leave your hometown you have to leave your friends your grandmother and live in New York with him for your safety you don't take that very well and you kind of freak out then you find out that he's a werewolf after getting attacked by another werewolf so you now have to live with Tony and you have yet to meet the others the main villain is of course going to be Loki like the original Avengers movie but he is a vampire who works under somebody who's more powerful than him or in the same category either way you are a really important character and you're being hunted down by other supernatural creatures that have something to do with your bloodline which you will find out in the next story if this one goes pretty well this mostly just for fun but I'll see how it goes kind of like work this all out

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infernalodie · 2 years ago

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳“

Inspo: Labrinth - Dracula Cigarettes After Sex - K.

Pairing: Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: There was always someone or something that had been watching you...

Warnings: Angst, sexual tension, smut, dumbification, fingering, mommy kink, and blood consumption.

Words: 3648

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

When Jennifer told you to not delve into the underworld, you really should’ve listened. Maybe that was because of the lack of hours of rest or the constant blabbering your boss did whenever you gave him more evidence and leads to the case you had been working on since you joined the police department. But you knew it was the fact that you wouldn’t dare walk the streets at night. Not down a dark alley, not down a well-lit street–nowhere. You wouldn’t risk it after the things you’d seen happening right beneath your feet.

“You want to make my client testify for–your words exactly, ‘A vampire society living under our city’?” Jennifer questioned, staring at the paper you’d given her. Looking back up at you with an incredulous look on her face, eyes squinting. “Did you smoke something before you wrote this-”

“Jen, this is real!” You exclaimed, grabbing the paper from her hand and slamming it on her desk. “This is fucking real and I am scared!”

Hearing that come from her best friend, a woman who never backs down from anything, scared of some myth surprised her. You became a detective to help solve problems others didn’t have answers to. And an extension of that, you were willing to put your life on the line to do the right thing. But this was something that kept you up at night. A constant whisper being spoken into your flesh, making you shiver despite the multitude of blankets that you hoped would protect you. Yet, no matter what you did, no matter how much divide you created from what could lurk in the dark, you still didn’t feel safe.

So, seeing this altered side of you irked with Jennifer, who rose from her chair and stared at you, concerned. “Y/n, maybe you need to take some time off from work,” she suggested. “We can book a flight to Tahiti once I’m done with this case-”

“Fuck-” You groaned, running your hands over your face. “Jen, this fear just doesn’t go away. I know what I’ve seen and I know what is happening. For all I fucking know, they could be watching and listening!”

Upon saying that, you finally realized your mistake. Looking at Jennifer with wide eyes as you snatched the paper from her desk and made your way to the door. “Y/n, where the hell are you-”

“Get security, Jen! Do whatever you have to to keep yourself for the next few days!” That was all you left the famous lawyer before you were sprinting out of her room and through the firm. Out to do god knows what, which left an unsettling feeling in Jennifer’s chest.

Grabbing her pen, about to look down at her table, she saw the reflection through from her glass desk. Staring at two glowing red orbs before they glowed brighter with a face becoming apparent. The person’s lips twisted into a foul and sinister grin, causing Jennifer’s blood to run cold with the puncture of something slowly pressing deep into the side of her neck.

“My pet is coming home.”

Traversing your way down those familiar alleys that were populated with people searching for the same thing, but with different reasons. Peace, fantasy, change; whatever it was that drove them to look for the Underground, you didn’t care as much as you should. If they wanted to be used as blood bags, then so be it. You were going to bring this entire thing down to the ground and if that meant killing, then you would.

It wasn’t hard to find that obscured entrance near the old docks in Harlem. A large set of oil drums were stacked around it, hiding that huge hole that had a flimsy piece of wood covering it. The hardest part was removing all the oil drums before getting to the entrance without drawing any unwanted attention. And with the already noticeable paranoia, it took you a bit to build up the courage to just enter.

The tunnels had lamps hooked along the right and left corners. One repeating after the other after 5 feet of distance to keep the consistent light in the dusty tunnel. Wooden beams keep some support from the dirt above your head and prevent the tunnel from collapsing. Gun in hand and phone in the other, you carefully made your way forward. Always taking cautious glances behind you, hyper-aware that you were once again entering the territory you didn’t belong in.

But whatever you did, there was a calling to it. Unspoken words echo in your head with an unrecognizable voice being accompanied by them. Perhaps it was the case and how deep you were in it or just the fear of what you’d uncovered. But there was an unaltering fear that would subside no matter the time you spent away from the case. And running away from it might just make things worse.

So here you were, going deeper down the rabbit hole and being able to hear the pounding music that shook the ground beneath your feet. The multiple scents of candles being burnt gave floral scents that assaulted your nose unapologetically. But once you made it towards the exit, the warm lighting of candles was enough to reveal the horrors that kept you up at night.

Sprawled out on couches were vampires and humans. Drinking, eating, and sucking away the men's and women's blood. Balancing a delicate line between life and death with how pale they were. It was voluntary from what you guessed but didn’t change the fact that there were indeed vampires and they were living with the humans. And if they were peaceful, you might give up the chase, but you also knew that these same vampires that were smiling, laughing, talking, there were a few that had murdered humans that were innocent. That’s how you got started on this case and ended up finding this place. Murders that had an abnormality to them raised questions that needed answers.

Holstering your pistol, you carefully moved through the bodies of people walking to private rooms or in the public scenery of the hideout. Gripping your phone tighter by your side as you took multiple pictures. The first time you came down here, you were in too much of a state of shock to even think about gathering evidence. But now with the threat of Jennifer’s life now at stake, you needed to gather all the evidence you could before bringing it to your chief who could properly conduct a plan to raid the hideout.

“You must be her.” The sudden silky smooth voice made you flinch. Swallowing the lump in your throat as you turned to find a blonde woman standing with her arms crossed, a glass with a red substance staining the inside of it. From all the other women you had seen, she wore a pair of black slacks with a black suit jacket to match. Features are soft and seem to be etched to perfection just by the beauty and natural glow she gave. Her pale skin beneath revealed with only a black lace bra covering her breasts from your eyes. Her eyes burned a fiery orange that placed you in a sliver of a trance, hypnotized by the glow they produced. They looked you up and down with judgement, setting your smaller frame ablaze.

But after a few moments, she hummed with a nod, almost confirming her previous assumption. “Yeah, you’re definitely her,” the woman spoke, a hint of a smile on her lips as she stepped closer. Her lips parted to reveal her pearly white teeth, tongue pressing gently to her right canine that was razor sharp. Too afraid of causing a commotion or making your goals known, you stayed planted when the woman stood mere inches from you. Having to anchor your head to keep her gaze.

Her freehand found your waist, nails gently digging into the denim. Pulling you closer, a silent order that you followed and was acknowledged with a hum of approval. “Why she decided to have you to herself I will never understand,” she muttered. “There’s enough of you that we could share. You would be a treat to have in my bed tonight.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, trying to maintain a strong front, you sniffled. “Where is she?”

The woman tilted her head, smiling slightly. “Not going to tell me your name, love?” She inquired. “Mine’s Yelena. And the woman you’re looking for isn’t of your concern.”

As Yelena was beginning to close the distance, the sound of footsteps behind you alerted her. Lifting her eyes past you, nose twitching before she pulled away. “But it seems like our fun has been cut short. These men will take you to her.”

Without so much as a whisper, you were taken away by the two men who you guessed were guards. You were still spiralling trying to figure out how they knew you and how they knew you would be here. But that also meant that they’d been watching. Worsening the regret of even talking to Jennifer about this case that was becoming worse and worse the more time went by.

Being escorted through the dark corners of the main lounge, you were then sent down a hall that had luminescent lights on the ceiling. Casting a faint light aqua on the plain black walls as the sound of the men’s dress shoes bounces off the walls with loud clicks. You were suffocating, strangled by the sense of fear and deprivation of hope. If they knew what you were up to, then you might as well be dead. And if they knew you had evidence, well, you might as well be locked up and used as a personal blood machine. Now, you would shoot yourself before that ever dared to be the case. But there was a tinge of curiosity that tugged at the strings of your mind, wanting to learn and maybe find a reason to turn away from this place and take that well-needed vacation Jennifer had suggested to you.

Stopping at the end of the hall, the two men stood on either side of you. An expectant look in their eyes as they motioned with their heads towards the door that stood in front of you. There was no other sound beyond; only the booming music coming from behind you. Letting out a shaky exhale, you carefully grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, entering the room.

The first thing that hit you was the warm aroma given off. A strong timber and homely scent invades your nostrils and slowly slips deeper into your body. It wasn’t like the harsh candles in the lounge, this was nicer and warmer. Then you were quick to notice that the room wasn’t lit as well as the hallway or lounge, plunging most corners of the room into darkness. Only thing to be seen was a desk that held the source of light with books and papers sprawled across the top. A bottle of blood standing just a few inches from a chair that was turned away from your vision.

Your trance was broken when the door to the room slammed shut, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. Looking around and finding that same feeling of being watched become apparent. There were very few things you could see through the darkness. And with the light aiding your vision, it prevented your eyes from adjusting and telling things apart in the shadows.

“Uh…” There was a pause, pursing your lips and brows creasing. “I heard you were looking for me?”

“That would be right.” The sudden voice made you swing around with your pistol levelled in that direction. A spark of a flame igniting with the faintest features being revealed. Lips, jaw, and eyes that glowed a bright crimson red. Cigarette resting between the woman’s lips that she sparked before waving the match out.

The sound of her shoes alerted you to her approach as she finally revealed herself, and you couldn’t contain the widening of your eyes. The woman stood a good foot above you, without added inches from her shoes. Same as Yelena, her features were soft and sculpted for perfection. If vampires and books related to reality, then you guessed aging hadn’t taken effect and left her in a time period Her long luscious red hair held a natural shine to it as it fell over her shoulders. Body broad in its structure, which you guessed was muscle hidden beneath her clothes. Almost exactly like Yelena, the woman wore a dress jacket and slacks. The only difference was there was no bra to hide your curious gaze. Just one lift of her arm or sway of the jacket and you were given a peek of what was beneath.

You had to hold back the shiver that ran down your body being under this woman's dark gaze. All she did was slowly stop right in front of you. Her hulking figure towering with her free hand cupping your jaw and gently turning your face. Red chapstick lips tilted into a grin as she inspected your features closely. “You look a whole lot better in person than from a distance, darling.”

“Who the hell are you?” You muttered, glaring at the woman. Even if she may be overwhelmingly attractive, you wouldn’t let it show.

But sadly, the woman only continued to smile down at you. “Natasha Romanoff,” she answered. “And you are Y/n. Detective for the NYPD and well-known for solving all her cases. But here she is, searching for something to shoot her into stardom, right?”

“That’s not it.” You moved your head from her grasp, which made her snicker.

“Of course, it isn’t.” She moved past you, still continuing to puff on that cigarette. “You have a moral compass that was made before your father died–By the way, you were a cute kid back then.” Natasha collapsed in the leather chair, eyes rolling up and down your body with a glazed thought on the precipice of her eyes. “Sexy now-”

“You knew my father?” You questioned, silencing the vampire that let her eyes flicker up to yours.

Sniffling, she grabbed the bottle and took a swig. The sight of her adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp made you inhale deeply, constricting your air supply as you looked away. Waiting for her to let out a breath to signify she’d stopped. When she did, you looked back to find stains and droplets of blood running down her chin with a few being lost on her lip. “I knew your father because we worked together for a few years,” she said, wiping her face with a napkin. “Now, you were too young and I avoided alerting you of my presence. But I was there and I’ve always been there, Y/n.”

A chuckle slipped past your lips, running a hand over your face. “Ok, so you want me to believe that my father worked with you? A vampire?” You questioned, scoffing in disbelief. “You must think I am stupid to believe.”

“No, you’re a brat that I have to tame till you understand that we’re inseparable,” Natasha stated. “Did you ever wonder why you have that birthmark in the center of your hand? That was when I first saw you. The first time I saw your future and knew what would come to be.” She stood to her feet, slowly making her way around the desk. “Everything up to this moment has been played on repeat in my head for the years I’ve watched you grow into this beautiful woman that was sworn to be mine.”

“You’re fucked up,” you told her, an incredulous etched on your face.

Natasha shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she leaned on the end of her desk. “Or I am a lonely woman looking for something that might bring some light to my life,” she replied simply. “I know you better than you know yourself, Y/n. I know your schedule, I know the way you like your eggs, I know the way you like your hair done–Fuck, I know the way you liked to be fucked.”

That made you inhale sharply, trying to contain the warmth that nestled under your skin. Finding her staring at you amused, lips matching the same emotion. “And I also know that since you walked in here and saw me, there has been a specific scent radiating from you.” She pointed her finger to the apex of your legs, tongue pressing to one of her canines. “From there.”

You stepped back, slightly embarrassed. Again, there was no doubt Natasha was attractive. But all her previous statements, all her knowledge about you created this flame in your chest that felt unnatural and different from everything else. No guy or woman had been able to give you this and it frightened you honestly. And something about the way that she showed love from a distance and watched you do so many things that could’ve thrown her over the edge, making her presence known to you, was intoxicating to dream about.

“It’s getting stronger, darling.” Her words made you blink, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Get a handle on yourself or I’ll do it for you.”

And for the first time tonight or since you picked up this case, there wasn’t fear. You met the source of all those uneasy feelings you felt in the dark. All the whispers on the back of your neck. The feather-like touches on your legs when you slept. The safety and protection in public or in any case that had your life in the balance. You stood in front of it and you felt no fear, only connection.

That’s why when a hint of a smile appeared on your face, Natasha finally had you.

“Try me.”

You couldn’t think.

You couldn’t breathe.

You couldn’t speak.

But, God, you loved every single moment of this.

Natasha had promptly laid you across her desk. Not even attempting to pamper you with some loving touches or her lips where you needed her. Instead, she ripped your pants off and made way for her fingers to glaze over your drenched heat. Getting her fingers nice and soaked before she pressed her fingers past your fluttering cunt where you cried and whined.

The burning contrast of the warm desk versus Natasha’s cold hands put you in a hyper-aware state. Trying to shake the shivers from your ebony skin whilst trying to feel the tiniest bit of heat. From her one hand grabbed at your breasts, while the other was lost between your legs, fingers deep inside of you and never failing to make you cry out in bliss.

You were on cloud nine. Trying to focus on every touch and sound that came from Natasha, but her fingers sucked the soul out of you. Leaving nothing but a brainless and powerless toy she could have her way with.

“Looks like I broke you, love,” she laughed watching the drool slip from the corner of your parted lips. Eyes rolled back with breathless moans unapologetically filling the empty space of her office. Your ebony skin is covered in the marks of her red lipstick from her kisses to somehow enhance your orgasms. But now, it seemed like you were on the brink of going numb, and she liked it that way.

There’d been too many times she’d seen you be a brat and she needed to change that sooner than later.

“M-M-Mommy!” You cried, nails digging deep into the vampire’s sides as your back arched off the desk from the specific curl of her fingers, triggering that fast approach of your orgasm. But the tittle stirred something in Natasha, igniting her crimson eyes to brighten in their colour.

She leaned down, beginning to pant with her eyes focusing on your pulse point. She could see the glow beneath your flesh and how it flashed with each rapid beat of your heart. Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat, salivating as she leaned in closer. “Can I have a taste?” She inquired, feeling your hands finger her hair. Gently tugging her away, not enough that could remove her fully create distance, but she could feel the desperation building in her stomach. You were practically dangling a toy in her face, tempting her with bliss. “Please, let me have a taste.”

Almost like your goal was to make her beg, you pulled her closer and she latched on. The pain grounded you for a few moments, sobbing out before her fingers curled again, slicing the knot in your stomach and making you climax. Both the pain and orgasm sent rapid waves of emotion through your body as you whined, quivering beneath her large frame. Legs curled around Natasha’s waist as you felt the energy in your body slowly be sucked away. Able to let a small smile appear feeling Natasha shake slightly, whimpers muffled from your flesh.

By the time Natasha pulled away, you were panting, your body pale and weak. She stood to her full height, tilting her head with those beautiful crimson eyes staring down at you. How you looked was absolutely perfect, but what you saw might just be better. With the candle lighting, you were able to faintly see the features of her face above her lips. Her eyes shone through the darkness like a beacon of hope. But her lips were drenched in your blood. Her teeth were stained with droplets running down to her chin where they dropped and hit her sensitive body. And even through all of this, that same damn dress jacket was worn.

She smiled, humming with her tongue flicking out, running across her lips. “Mommy has a new treat.”

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nats-firefly · 1 year ago

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my train could take you home

part 1 of bent right to your wind | main masterlist

vampire!natasha romanoff x witch!reader x vampire!wanda maximoff

summary: everyone has mixed feeling going back to their hometown, what you didn't expect were the people you ended up running into

warnings: vampires, magical powers, tension, mentions of blood, death, and grief, church, prayer, disrespect towards religious figures, no smut but as with all my other works 18+ only

words: 2.6k | feedback is always welcome

You take a deep breath as you look down at the map on your passenger seat. You wanted to make sure your return to the small town was absolutely necessary. All of your most treasured and simultaneously painful memories lived in the cobblestone paths and surrounding woods. A faint purple fog surrounded your steering wheel as you checked the geological map, trusting your centuries worth of practicing magic to keep you safe.

“Why do blood crystals only exist in this fucking town?” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You took control of the steering wheel once again as your car shook from the cobblestone road.

An eerie chill ran down your back as you drove through town, the buildings still looked suspiciously well preserved. To anyone else, this looked like any other small historical town; brick buildings lining the narrow cobbled streets. Everything seemed so monotone now, you don’t remember it being this way.

As you turned the corner, your stomach knotted and you felt like you needed to throw up. You cleared your throat, resisting the urge to heave your breakfast up. The small church surrounded by an equally small cemetery made the hairs at the back of your neck stand up. You parked your car across the street, turning your head to face the building still standing after all this time.

“What am I doing here?” You groaned to yourself, your fingers tingling with a purple glow. You clenched your fists for a second, before relaxing again, then frowned at your hands. What the hell? The last time you had to deal with subconsciously showing your powers you were just starting out. Right behind that church. A glimmer in the surrounding woods caught the corner of your eye and you snapped your head towards it. There was nothing.

Maybe you were just imagining things.

Right as you faced forward to pull away, another glint. You were definitely not imagining it. You glued your eyes to the spot, the sound of your car door slamming shut made you flinch. You hadn’t realized you got out of the car. You could hear your heartbeat increase with every step you took.

Your hands felt warm, and without even glancing at them, you could tell faint streaks of purple circled your fingers. You took another deep breath, trying to focus on the spot in front of you. There was another glint, it shone right into your corneas. It was so bright you wanted to bring your hand up to shield your eyes.

And then, suddenly, as soon as it appeared, it was gone. You stopped mid step, the ground underneath you a different texture as you heard your shoe scrape against something rough. You looked down and quickly stepped aside with a gasp, you accidentally stepped on a small rectangular gravestone.

“Crap, sorry…” You groaned, stepping back. Your eyes scanned for the name of who was buried there, wanting to apologize. You crouched down, wiping the grass off the stone. You fell backwards as your whole body went rigid. Your breath picked up and your ears started ringing. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you clutched your chest with one hand and supported yourself with the other. You swallowed hard, slowly standing back up. As your eyes stung with tears, you struggled to croak out the name you hadn’t spoken in centuries. “Sorry, Wands.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You weren’t planning on coming to see Wanda, it had been almost 300 years since she died. You felt like you moved on. At least you told yourself you did. You never again had a friend as close to your heart as Wanda. You didn’t want to reopen the wounds you worked so hard to heal.

The fact you stepped right on Wanda’s grave was enough to creep you out, but what upset you more than anything was that you felt no connection to this gravestone. Even with the surrounding strangers you could feel some sort of energy emanating from each person eternally laid to rest. And from Wanda, someone you once loved and deeply cared for, you felt nothing. It was as if she was never there in the first place.

You wanted to barf. As you turned away from the gravestone, you decided to go into the church. You were here anyway, might as well revisit your roots. The sound of your shoes against the floor of the old church echoed in the space. You looked around, noticing the small differences to uphold the structural soundness of the building. You walked to the back corner, deciding to light a candle. As you lit the small prayer candle, you heard faint century old footsteps sound behind you.

It was late at night, you pulled your shawl tighter around your shoulders as you took refuge in the slightly warmer church. You walked a few steps closer to the altar, bowing your head and making the sign of the cross. As you made your way to the back of the church, your tears uncontrollably rolled down your cheeks once more. You don’t remember a time you weren’t crying.

You internally prayed to any higher being who would hear you, you felt hopelessly lost without Wanda. She was part of every aspect of your life. Now she was gone, and you didn’t have a chance to say goodbye. Now every night without fail, you took solace in the church, hoping that wherever Wanda was, she was okay and at peace. You hoped the peace she took from you brought her comfort in whatever form of afterlife there was.

You dragged your feet to the closest pew, your already bruised knees from your constant attendance sending a sharp pain up your body.

“Dear Heavenly Father,” You silently prayed, clasping your hands together as tight as you could make them. As you continued your prayer, you felt a pair of eyes on you, the same you’ve noticed every night. “Please, God, please let her be okay,” Your shoulders shook with sobs. “Please, whatever happened to her, let her be at rest,” You wiped your cheeks with the back of your hands. “Or bring her back to me, my lord. I need her, I need my best fr—” You knew you were more than that. “I need my Wanda.” You opened your eyes just enough to see your tear stains on the wood in front of you. “Amen.”

“Oh honey, God isn’t gonna help you with that,” Your eyes snapped open with a gasp, the one whose observant eyes belonged to now sitting at the other end. “Your faith astounds me. Every night you walk in here, begging for your Wanda back,” You frowned, you didn’t like the way her name sounded coming from her mouth. “But you know she’s buried right out front. So why do you come in here? Why don’t you stay out there with her?”

You sniffled, still frowning at the overconfident attractive woman sitting a few feet away from you. You opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you’d say. You closed your mouth. Why did you come in here every night? What has God ever done for you besides taking your Wanda? You looked down at the wood between you as you sat on the seat, hearing the sound of raindrops against the large windows.

“You have a powerful energy,” She says, leaning towards you. “You have so much potential. I’m Dorothea.”

Dorothea passed on all her knowledge to you before she decided her life cycle was over. The corner of your lips tugged upwards as you remembered when she recruited you. Dorothea turned into a better mother figure than your own. She taught you everything you knew and every time you felt your power flowing through your body, you knew a part of her was with you too.

Your heart felt full as you walked back to your car. It felt weird. You once felt comfort here because of your faith; now you feel comfort there because of your power. You barely noticed Wanda’s grave as you walked back to your car, sending it a quick glance before looking ahead.

She didn’t linger here. You had to take comfort in that. You took a shallow breath. You had to.

It didn’t take long to get to the hotel from the church. It didn’t take long to get anywhere in the small town. The second you got out of your car, you felt eyes on you. Everywhere you looked there was at least one person who turned their head. You swallowed hard as you pulled your bag out of the trunk of the car, looking behind you sharply catching two strangers staring right at you. The sound of the trunk closing echoed in the space, dispersing any lingering looks, you never liked the center of attention.

The large building of the hotel seemed to be built long ago; it wasn’t there the last time you were in town, but you estimate the construction started not too long after you left. The air was surprisingly cold inside, it carried a weird energy you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Your shoes clicked against the marbled floor as you made your way to the check-in desk. You took in the wall behind the counter, the intricate pattern almost comes to life with its flowing curves and surprising depth; the more you looked at it, the more detail you found. The front desk clerk rounding the corner to the front desk caught your attention. Her face seemed slightly paler than it was supposed to be and her hair was slightly tousled. Her blood stained shirt collar gave her away. When you turned your face to catch the more lingering looks sent your way you were finally able to pinpoint the weird energy you felt earlier.

You were in a hotel full of vampires.

Not everyone in the room was one, you could tell some of them were human; you could feel their lively energy and they stood out as tourists more than the others. They seemed comfortable here. Centuries worth of comfortable. You never noticed them before. The clerk called you up, you checked in seamlessly.

“You have a beautiful view,” She said, sliding the keycard over to you. “The most ocean any of us get around here.”

“Oh? The website didn’t advertise an ocean view,” You said, taking it back with your ID and credit card.

“That’s because calling it an ocean view is pushing it,” She laughed. “The town is surrounded by cliffs, and this is a three story building, if you squint you can catch a glimpse of it past the tree line.”

“I’ll keep an eye out then,” You smiled, finally putting your documents back in your bag. “Thank you.”

As you turned to leave the counter, you walked straight into someone. You stumbled back apologetically, almost tripping over your own bag in the process, but luckily the beautiful stranger caught you. Her cold, strong grip sent chills down your spine.

“Oh God,” You said, standing back up, face heating in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, dear,” Her grip lingered even after you were steady on your feet. “Glad I caught you.”

The redhead smiled at you, shamelessly roaming her eyes over your face. She was hypnotizing. Your body felt warm, lighter, almost as if you were floating just slightly above the ground. You stepped out of her grip, grounding yourself once again.

“Thank you…” You trailed off, not breaking eye contact.

“Natasha,” She replied. You smiled. Her hand came up to your face, delicate fingers brushing against your cheekbone before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Natasha,” You repeated, bringing your hand up to hers. Despite her delicate touch, her hand was strong, unwavering. She opened her mouth to ask your name, your eyes followed her lips. Pink, delicate, soft. “Y/N.”

“I can help you with your bags,” She said, taking the opportunity to look you up and down.

“It’s okay,” You gripped the handle, biting the inside of your lip. “I’m a big girl, I can do it myself.”

She smirked, a light hum leaving her throat. “Welcome to Willowcrest,” She replied, starting to walk past you before leaning in close to your ear. Her lips met your cheek. “Y/N.”

Before she could walk away you reached out your arm, stopping her midstep. “Anywhere you'd recommend for lunch?”

Natasha smirked. Her answer wasn’t tasteful. “There’s a cute diner down the street,” She turned towards you again. “I have lunch plans, unfortunately,” Her eyes subtly drifted to the front desk clerk helping another set of guests who had just arrived, before drifting back to your neck. She thought the way you wore your hair up was indecent. It made her mouth water. “I can give you a tour around town tonight though, I’ve always thought the town looks better in the dark.”

“You live here?” You wondered, she felt confident enough in the space you sensed she was a local.

“My family owns part of the hotel,” Her eyes dipped down to your lips before moving back up to your eyes. Natasha couldn’t pinpoint why you felt so different. “We all live here.”

“I’ll take you up on that tour then, Natasha.” The two of you exchanged numbers before you finally made your way up to your room. It was by no means the most luxurious room in the hotel, but it was nice. The bathroom was a decent size, the bed looked comfortable.

You set your bags on the floor just in time for your stomach to growl. As you straightened back up, the view out the window caught your attention. The clerk was right. You could just make out the glimmer of the sun against the water of the ocean in the horizon, just barely over the tops of the conifer trees of the surrounding boreal forest. You walked over to the window, cracking it open. The fresh air was cool, it brought a new color to the stale air of the room.

When you made your way to the lobby, you spotted Natasha by the clerk that helped you. Her gaze lingered on the clerk’s collar and you wondered if the clerk was her lunch plans. You lowered your sunglasses as you stepped outside, the bright sunlight warming you down to your bones.

As you walked down the street to the diner, you felt a weird sense of belonging. This town was the closest you could call to a hometown. You had to move around pretty often, never able to stay at a place for more than a few years. Sometimes because you got bored, and others because you did something suspicious. It was almost… nice.

The bell rang as you opened the door to the diner, some heads turned your way but not many. You wouldn’t expect a diner out of all places to be filled with vampires. You sat down at a booth in the back, a waitress handed you a menu and a glass of water before going back to another customer to give you some time with the menu.

You heard it then. The sweet, angelic sound of an unforgettable laugh that made your heart stop and your body go cold. Your hands gripped the menu you were holding, your palms warming.

You took a deep breath, your stomach knotted.

It’s not her, it can’t be her. She’s dead. Surely it’s just someone else with a similar laugh.

When you put your menu down, you locked eyes with green ones. The green eyes you never thought you’d see again.

“Wanda?”

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hellokittyyyysblog · 5 months ago

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𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷/ part 4

Pairing: vampire!𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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“The thruth”

"The truth?" she asked arching an eyebrow, whilst her eyes seemed to search your soul probing for any hint of deception.

Seeing the worry etched on her face, you quickly realized that your choice of words had conveyed something entirely different to her.

"I didn’t mention anything about the... supernatural stuff. I just told them I was looking for my supervisor regarding some case we had been working on— his assistant told me he was in a late meeting with Bowman so I knocked on the door of his office, but when no one answered, I uh…made sure no one was in there and then I left.” You quickly reassured her.

Natasha's posture relaxed slightly, but her eyes remained sharp. "Good. You did well. You almost had me worried"— She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper "I thought I might actually have to follow through on my promise."

A shiver ran down your spine at her words, the memory of her earlier threats lingering in the air. "I swear, I didn’t say anything about…you know…the thing."

Natasha's lips curved into a smirk. "You seem quite certain of yourself. But understand, I take no chances."

You nodded, a wave of relief washing over you. "I still feel bad for not telling the whole truth though" You said as a small pout appeared on your face.

"Do not burden yourself with unnecessary guilt" Natasha said, her voice soothing yet firm. "You protected yourself and perhaps many others. This world requires discretion."

“You’re right—soo why are you really here?”

She paused, her eyes studying you intently before she spoke. “I have some leads concerning the men Bowman was talking to. It appears there is a clandestine gathering—a sort of secret society. They host an exclusive party every week, and it seems integral to whatever plan Bowman was involved in.”

You leaned in, your curiosity piqued. “A secret society? What kind of party?”

Natasha’s expression grew serious. “These gatherings are not your typical soirées. It’s a place where the lines between business and pleasure blur, and the stakes are extraordinarily high.”

“Okay, so what’s the plan?”

“The plan” she said with a touch of finality, “is for me to uncover more about your boss’s scheme and the men he was entangled with. You, however, must stay put.”

You bristled at her command. “I want to help”

“Absolutely not.” she retorted, her tone brooking no argument.

You met her gaze defiantly. “I need to know what my boss was hiding and why he killed Davis. I can’t just sit around doing nothing.”

“This is not your fight. Your involvement could jeopardize everything—and it could get you killed.” You felt a mix of frustration and determination welling up inside you. “Can I trust you not to interfere again or put yourself into trouble?” she asked, her voice both commanding and concerned.

You smiled, a mischievous glint in your eye. “I guess I could be persuaded.”

Natasha stepped closer, her presence both intoxicating and intimidating—“How could I persuade you?” —her voice a sultry whisper, a knowing grin teasing her lips.

Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears—She was close, too close. Her proximity made you nervous, your throat suddenly dry, your palms clammy. From this angle, you could see every detail of her face: the subtle curve of her lips, the slight arch of her brows, the way her eyes sparkled. She was beautiful, stunningly so, and it left you both captivated and unnerved. She needed to stop making you feel like this.

“Well, for starters, you could keep me in the loop. Every time you have news… and you could answer some of my questions.” you said steadying your voice.

“Darling, this is not a negotiation; either you do what I told you willingly or I make you. Your choice.”

What harm could it do anyone to tell you what you so ardently desired to know? Had she no trust in your good sense or honour? Why would she not believe you when you assured her, so solemnly, that you would not divulge one syllable of what she told you to any mortal breathing.

You sighed “Ugh, why do you have to be such a buzzkill!?” you said as you walked around the room before collapsing onto the couch.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, lifting a brow. "Getting quite bold, aren’t we? I would’ve thought you still feared me. But no, I sense no fear in you anymore."

You couldn't help but smile. "Maybe I’ve just gotten used to it”

“Perhaps” Her eyes searched yours, as if trying to discern the truth of your words— “Fascinating,” she murmured, more to herself than to you. “You are either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish.”

You shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips. “Maybe a bit of both.” You looked up at her, your heart pounding. “I don’t want to be left in the dark” you admitted quietly. “I need to understand what’s going on…please”

She regarded you for a long moment, as if weighing her options. “Very well” she said finally. “I shall keep you informed, but you must promise to stay out of it.“

You nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and frustration. “Deal. But don’t think I’m just going to sit idly by.”

Natasha’s laughter was soft, almost musical. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

You sat up on the couch, leaning forward slightly. “There are so many things I want to ask you” you began, your voice steadier now, despite the lingering effects of alcohol.

“Oh? Pray tell, sweetheart” Her tone was both amused and challenging, as if daring you to delve deeper.

You took a deep breath, trying to organize the whirlwind of thoughts in your mind. “Well, for starters, how old are you in like vampire…age? Are there rules or a society you have to follow? How fast can you run? Do you have a uhm…a family?” The questions tumbled out in a rapid rush, leaving you out of breath.

Natasha’s eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and caution. “My, my, such inquisitiveness”

“Well, I think its only fair for you to answer my questions if we’re going to work together”

“Is that so? I do not recall the moment when I agreed that we would work together” Natasha said—her tone carrying a hint of amusement.

You leaned forward, undeterred. “Well, if you want me to stay out of trouble, it’s only fair I know what I’m dealing with. Besides, you already said you needed me to keep this between us. We’re practically partners in crime now.”

Natasha’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Very well, I shall indulge your curiosity for a moment” Her eyes flicked over you, as if assessing the depth of your resolve. “I shall warn you, the answers you seek may not bring you the comfort you hope for”

You nodded eagerly, the anticipation bubbling up within you. “I’ll take my chances”

She paused, her gaze growing distant as if she were reaching back through the annals of time. “I am much older than you might imagine”— There was a coldness, it seemed to you, beyond her years, in her smiling melancholy persistent refusal to afford you the least ray of light.

Your eyes widened with awe. “How old are we talking?” you asked with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

Natasha avoided your gaze, her eyes roaming the room as if seeking something lost. Then, with a fluid grace, she moved closer and sat beside you on the couch. Her presence was both comforting and intimidating, a paradox that left you breathless. You did not scoot away.

“I’m 1053 years old” she said quietly, her words hanging in the air like a ghostly whisper.

The statement echoed in your mind— a reverberation of disbelief. 1,053 years old? —You stared at her, your brain struggling to wrap around the concept—A thousand years. Over a millennium of experiences, of living through history you only read about in books.

But what did that mean for you, standing in front of her, barely a blip in the vast expanse of her existence? —Your life, with all its challenges and milestones, must seem like a fleeting moment to her. The thought was humbling, almost belittling. Yet, it also brought a strange sense of wonder. Here you were, an ordinary person, sharing a moment with someone who had seen and survived a thousand years. It was surreal.

Your breath hitched. “Wow”

She nodded, her expression unreadable. “Wow Indeed. I have witnessed the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of countless souls. Time is both a gift and a curse.”

You swallowed hard, trying to comprehend the weight of her words. “What’s it like? Living for so long?”

“It is a relentless march of time, where the world changes around you while you remain the same. You learn to cherish fleeting moments, yet you also bear the burden of endless memories.”

You felt a pang of sympathy for her. “That sounds... incredibly hard.”

Natasha shrugged slightly, her expression softening. “It is what it is. One learns to adapt, to find purpose in the midst of eternity”

Your breath hitched, the weight of her revelation sinking in. “That’s... unbelievable. I can’t even imagine living for so long.”

“It is not something one can easily fathom. You witness the world change in ways unimaginable, yet remain untouched by time yourself.”

“Must be incredibly lonely”

She shook her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. “I got lucky. I’m not entirely alone. I have a family, friends, and a sister. They make the endless years more bearable.”

You felt a spark of curiosity. “A sister? Like, a biological sister? Is she... like you?

“Not by blood” she clarified. “But as close to it as one can get. We were turned together, and we’ve looked after each other ever since”

“That’s... actually quite beautiful” you said, feeling a strange sense of admiration. “Having someone who understands you, who’s been through the same things.”

“It is a rare gift” she admitted, her voice softening. “Many of our kind are not so fortunate. We are often solitary creatures by necessity.”

You hesitated, then asked, “What about your friends? Are they... humans?”

Natasha paused, her gaze becoming distant as she considered your question. “No,” she finally replied, shaking her head slightly. “I do not engage with humans, at least not for... pleasure.”

“So, your friends are... other vampires?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice tinged with an old sorrow. “Over the centuries, I’ve found it safer to form bonds with those who understand our nature, our struggles. Humans are... fragile. Temporary. It’s difficult to form lasting connections when you know they will wither and die in what feels like the blink of an eye.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, and you could sense the weight of centuries in her gaze. “So, you only interact with humans when you need something?”

She sighed, her expression conflicted. “In essence, yes. Whether it’s information, sustenance, or to blend in, my interactions are often driven by necessity. Anything more is... dangerous.”

“So, you’re using me to get information?”

She looked at you, her expression unreadable. “In a manner of speaking, yes. But it’s not as simple as that.”

You felt a pang of disappointment and a touch of hurt. “So, I’m just a tool to you? Just someone you can manipulate to get what you need?”

Natasha sighed, her eyes softening slightly. “It’s not that I see you as a mere tool. It’s just that involving humans in our world is fraught with complications. The less you’re entangled, the better, for the both of us.”

The sting of her implication lingered in the air, sharper than you expected. Why did it hurt so much? There was a connection, a growing bond that made you feel significant in a way you hadn't felt in a long time. Her presence had stirred something within you—the idea that she might view you merely as a tool, a pawn in whatever game she was playing, cut deep. You wanted to be more than that.

The vulnerability of that desire caught you off guard, and it scared you. Why did her opinion matter so much? Why did her validation feel like something you desperately craved?

You had hoped that in her eyes, you were more than just a means to an end. You wanted her to see you. You needed her to.

Your mind raced, trying to process her words. “I would have hoped you didn’t see me that way” you said quietly, more to yourself than to her.

“How would you like me to see you?”

“I don’t know…but I don’t like to be considered a tool. I’m much more.”

“And i’m sure you are” Her gaze was penetrating, almost otherworldly, and you found yourself lost in the depths of her green eyes. It felt as though she was seeing right through you, peeling back layers you didn't even know you had. The room seemed to shrink around you, the air growing thick with an electric tension that crackled between you.

You stared into each other's eyes, locked in a silent battle of wills. Her eyes held a hint of amusement, as if she was enjoying watching you squirm under her scrutiny. It was both unsettling and mesmerizing. The intensity of her gaze made time stretch, elongating each second into an eternity. Your breath caught in your throat, and you struggled to maintain your composure, to not let her see how deeply she affected you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears like a drum. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, a blush forming that you were powerless to stop. You would’ve blamed it on the alcohol, but deep down, you knew it was her—her presence, her eyes, the way she seemed to envelop you completely.

You tried to muster the strength to break the gaze, to regain some semblance of control. But her eyes held you captive, and you felt as though you were drowning in them, unable to look away.

Every nerve in your body was on high alert and the intensity was almost too much to bear. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

Finally, with a monumental effort, you managed to tear your gaze away from hers. The break in eye contact felt like a physical release, and you exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Your heart was still racing, and you could feel the warmth in your cheeks, a telltale sign of your flustered state. You cleared your throat, trying to shake off the effect she had on you, but the feeling lingered, making you nervous and unsteady.

“Do you have a phone?” you asked, desperate to change the topic and alleviate the tension.

Your voice was more desperate than you intended, fear lacing your words. You hoped Natasha wouldn't notice, but it emerged with a quiver that betrayed your nerves.

“Why?”

“Well, you can let me know if you have news without having to break into my house and give me a scare.”

“Are you that desperate to see me again?” she asked grinning at your request.

Your cheeks flushed, and you shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe I am, or maybe I just want to make sure I’m not left in the dark."

She studied you for a second, then pulled a phone from her leather jacket and handed it to you. You smiled when you saw it, realizing she was probably not used to modern technology. You quickly added your number to her contacts and sent yourself a text.

“There” you said, handing it back to her.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, noticing your attempt to contain your smile.

“Nothing.”

“You should know better than to lie to me” she said, arching an eyebrow.

“Sorry, uhm, it’s just I haven’t seen one of those phones since 2012” you said, smiling softly.

“Well, I have no use for it. Why would I get another one?”

“No, it’s cute,” you said, grinning.

“Cute?” she echoed, her tone slightly incredulous.

“Yes, cute” you repeated, laughing softly. “It’s endearing, seeing someone like you with something so outdated. It makes you seem... more approachable”

Natasha’s eyes softened for a moment, a rare glimpse of vulnerability flashing across her features. “Approachable and cute, you say? That is not a word often used to describe me”

You leaned back on the couch, feeling a bit more relaxed now that the tension had eased. “Well, I think it suits you” you said with a warm smile plastered on your face.

“It is late, and you have had a taxing evening” she said, her tone shifting to one of gentle authority as she stoop up from the couch “I believe it is time for you to go to bed.”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden change of her behavior. “Yes ma’am” you replied attempting to stand. As you got up, you almost stumbled over the carpet, an embarrassed smile spreading across your face.

“Can I trust you to make it to bed without falling along the way?” she asked, one eyebrow arched in amusement.

“Yeah, I’m good” you said, steadying yourself.

“Alright, then I guess this is goodbye for now”

You took a step towards the door, trying to maintain your balance. “Good night” you said, reaching out to open the door for her. Natasha’s lips curved into a smile at the gesture.

“Good night” she replied, her voice a soft whisper that lingered in the air as she stepped through the doorway.

Entering your room, you barely managed to close the door before collapsing onto your bed. Her presence had been overwhelming, but in a way that left you wanting more.

You buried your face in your pillow, letting out frustrated murmurs as you began to grasp the full weight of your situation.

"Fuck” the word softly leaped from your mouth through an appeased air, to which in vain it fell onto the silk pillow under your cheek.

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A strong rush of shivers coursed through your body, the wet grass beneath your heels composing a delicate struggle with each step.

An arm twisted with yours, bringing the warmth your heart so desperately needed.

“Im craving coffee so bad” Ava said slowing her peace. Her voice trembled slightly, blending with the rustling leaves around you.

“yeah me too” you replied, your thoughts drifting as you tried to keep up the small talk. The chill in the air seemed to seep into your bones, amplifying the emotional numbness you felt.

Ava squeezed your arm gently, drawing you out of your reverie. “You okay?” she asked, her eyes searching yours with concern.

You nodded, forcing a smile. “Just... thinking about everything. It was intense.”

“Tell me about it” Ava sighed. “It’s hard to believe Davis is really gone. And his poor mother and wife were so devastated…it was heartbreaking”

“Yeah” you echoed, your mind flashing back to the ceremony. The speeches, the memories shared, the way everyone had come together to honor Davis’s legacy. It was overwhelming, but also a stark reminder of the void he left behind.

As you approached the office building, the familiar hum of activity began to seep into your senses. The transition from the tranquil outdoors to the bustling environment felt jarring. The routine, the noise, the normalcy—everything seemed out of place in the wake of your loss.

“Hey” Ava’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Want to grab that coffee before we dive into work?”

“Yeah, that sounds good” you replied, grateful for the distraction.

As you walked to the break room, you couldn’t help but replay your last conversation with Natasha. You haven’t seen her since Friday, it’s like you ached for her presence, but she hadn’t contacted you and the worries that she might not contact you again left you numb.

“So” Ava said as she poured two cups of coffee, “Do you think we’ll ever find out what really happened to Davis?”

You took a sip of the steaming coffee, the warmth spreading through you. “I hope so”

Ava nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah well, im pretty sure Bowman has something to do with it.”

“Yeah probably”

——

As you returned to your desk, coffee in hand, you found yourself immersed once more in Davis's meticulously organized case files, each page a breadcrumb leading deeper into the convoluted narratives of high-profile divorces and contentious custody battles. Amid the dry legal documents, something about the case of a wealthy couple caught your attention—an affluent businessman accusing his wife of alcoholism, claiming custody of their child. It tugged at your heart, remembering of your parents hard divorce.

Lost in thought, you absentmindedly flipped through the paperwork, trying to piece together the puzzle of a mother yearning to reclaim what she perceived as stolen from her.

Suddenly, a folder nestled among the case files caught your eye. It seemed out of place, not connected to any ongoing litigation. As you opened it, you were surprised to find what appeared to be economic data of the company—a jumble of numbers, graphs, and financial projections. Your brow furrowed as you tried to make sense of the figures. There was an unsettling pattern indicating financial instability, a revelation that sent a chill down your spine.

Sitting back in your chair, you rubbed your temples, the implications sinking in. Davis had been onto something—evidence of corporate malfeasance, perhaps. Was it possible he had stumbled upon information that Bowman would kill to protect?

Your fingers traced over the pages, each one revealing more about what might be causing the company's impending downfall. There were records of donations far exceeding what the company could sustainably afford, and a name jumped out at you: "The Old Oak Sip." — It sparked a memory, a name you had encountered before, but where?

The clock on the wall ticked away, a steady reminder of time slipping by as you delved deeper into each piece of evidence which hinted at a larger conspiracy, and you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The numbers were not just figures on a page; they were the remnants of a hidden truth, a web of deceit and corruption that Davis had inadvertently stumbled upon.

Your mind raced, trying to connect the dots. The Old Oak Sip—why did it sound so familiar? You closed your eyes, willing the memory to resurface.

Could this club be the key to unraveling the mystery of Davis's murder? The thought sent a jolt of adrenaline through you. If Davis had uncovered something significant about this place and maybe the reason why Bowman was making donation to this place, it might explain why he was killed.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered the files and carefully tucked them in your bag mindful of the prying eyes that might be watching you.

Standing up from your chair, you cast a glance around the office, ensuring no one was watching too closely. As you made your way to the elevator, you felt the knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach. The elevator doors opened, and you stepped inside, only to be met by Emily.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, her eyes filled with genuine concern.

You mustered a weak smile. "Not really, I’m not feeling too well. I think I need to head home. Can you let Ava know?"

Emily nodded sympathetically. "Of course. Take care of yourself, alright?"

"Thanks" you replied as the elevator doors closed with a soft ding.

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Your apartment was a mess: each file spread across the coffee table, your eyes scanning the documents with a mix of urgency and trepidation. You flipped open your laptop, fingers flying over the keys as you searched for any information on "The Old Oak Sip." The results were scant, revealing only that it was a high-end night club cocktail bar open exclusively on Wednesday nights. You tried to dig deeper, but everything seemed locked behind layers of exclusivity, and the club accessible only with tickets.

A frustrated huff escaped your lips. You needed to get inside that club, to uncover the secrets it held. But how?

Then it struck you—Bowman's money clip. The strange tickets you had found in the secret compartment. You hadn't understood their significance at the time, but now, a spark of realization ignited. You dashed to your bedroom, rifling through the nightstand until your fingers closed around the wallet.

"Ah, found it!" you exclaimed, excitement bubbling up as you pulled out the tickets. "Old Oak Ink Premium Pass." This was it. Your ticket inside.

You held the pass in your hand, the weight of it somehow more profound now. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you let out a shaky breath. This pass was your key to uncovering the truth. Your mind drifted back to Davis, to the look of determination on his face when he had been on the verge of a breakthrough. He had died for this, and now it was up to you to finish what he started.

Taking a deep breath, you resolved to see this through. You couldn't let fear hold you back, not when so much was at stake.

You placed the pass carefully in your wallet, feeling a renewed sense of purpose heading’s back to the living room, your mind was already racing with plans for the night. The Old Oak Sip awaited, and with it, the answers you so desperately sought.

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Wednesday had arrived faster than you anticipated, your mind racing with thoughts of the impending night at The Old Oak Sip. Natasha's continued silence gnawed at you, but you pushed it aside, focusing on the immediate task: choosing how to dress.

Standing before your closet, you searched for an outfit that would help you blend in. Finally, after twenty minutes of searching through your wardrobe you opted for skinny black jeans, high boots, and a black shirt—a look that was both sleek and understated. Not your usual, but it fitted the purpose.

The taxi sped through the ink-black night, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and crimson. The hum of the engine thrummed beneath you, a dull counterpoint to the chaotic swirl of thoughts in your mind. You leaned back against the worn leather seat, the coolness of the material doing little to calm the fevered heat of your thoughts. Natasha’s stern, knowing eyes flashed in your memory, and you could almost hear her voice, a melody of concern and admonition, warning you against your reckless choice.

Outside, the city seemed to pulse with life—treetlights cast elongated shadows that danced like phantoms across the pavement, and the distant murmur of the nightlife was a haunting symphony that filled the silence. You knew you should tell Natasha about your discovery, about the cryptic “Old Oak Sip” but the thought of her disapproving gaze, the inevitable scolding for your recklessness, made you hesitate. You needed to deal with this one on your own.

The cabbie’s eyes flicked to you in the rearview mirror, curiosity evident but unspoken—The taxi slowed to a stop, and you paid the fare with hands that trembled slightly, the anticipation gnawing at your resolve. As you stepped out into the night, the cool air hit you like a slap, invigorating and terrifying all at once.

The Old Oak Sip loomed ahead, its neon sign casting an eerie glow. Two imposing bodyguards stood at the entrance, their muscular frames and stern expressions exuding an air of intimidation. One had a shaved head and a thick neck, his arms crossed over a broad chest, while the other sported a buzz cut and an angular jaw, his eyes scanning the crowd with hawk-like vigilance. A small group of people lingered outside, chatting and smoking, their laughter incongruent with the tension knotting your stomach.

You took a deep breath and approached the door. "Hello" you greeted, your voice wavering slightly.

"Ticket?" one of the bodyguards demanded, his gaze piercing through you.

"Oh, yes. Right" You fumbled with your wallet, pulling out the ticket and handing it over with a forced smile. "Sorry, it’s my first time here"

The guard nodded, his expression inscrutable. "Have fun" he said, handing the ticket back and stepping aside to let you pass.

Inside, a strange mix of scents assaulted your senses—sweat, alcohol, and something floral, perhaps incense. The interior was a blend of opulence and decay. Dim, colored lights cast long shadows on the worn wooden floor, and rich red velvet drapes framed the walls, giving the place an almost theatrical feel. The bar was a polished mahogany affair, lined with bottles of every conceivable liquor, and the air buzzed with the low hum of conversations and distant music.

As you scanned the room, trying to find someone who might be a staff member, a woman appeared before you. She had striking features—sharp cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes lined with kohl, and full, dark lips. Her hair was an intricate mass of braids, adorned with tiny, shimmering beads that caught the light as she moved.

"Hello" she said, her voice smooth and commanding.

"Hi" you replied, taken aback by her presence.

"You’re late. Volunteers need to come around nine so that we can dress them up" she said, her tone leaving little room for argument.

You stared at her, confused. "I- uh..”

“It’s alright, I’ll make an exception…you smell- divine by the way”

“Uhm thanks but I’m n-“ You tried to explain, but she cut you off swiftly “Come on, we have to be quick” she said— before you could protest further, she grabbed your hand, her grip firm and insistent, and began leading you through the place.

Your mind raced, a mix of anxiety and confusion swirling within you. The realization that you were being mistaken for someone else-or something else— brought a surge of panic. What had you gotten yourself into? You felt the press of bodies around you, the pulse of the music thrumming through the air, heightening your senses and adding to your disorientation.

"Wait, I-" you tried to protest, but the words were lost in the cacophony of the club. The woman's pace was relentless, weaving through clusters of people with practiced ease. Her grip on your hand was unyielding, and you stumbled slightly, struggling to keep up.

"What?” she asked not hinting to stop walking.

"I’m not a volunteer. I really need to talk to your boss or whoever’s in charge here" you insisted, your voice tinged with desperation.

She halted abruptly, turning to face you. "Why do you need to talk to Viktor?" she asked, her eyes boring into yours.

You hesitated, heart pounding. "I... I need to discuss something important. It’s about... business" you stammered, hoping it sounded convincing.

"Listen, sweetie, I have a job to do and we’re already late. I don’t want to be fired." She studied you for a moment, then sighed. "You know what? Keep your clothes. They’ll do. You still look gorgeous" — “Follow me”

"Look, I’m not a dancer or a stripper-I can’t dance if that’s what you were hoping. I just want to get some uh…drinks" you lied, trying to sound casual.

She laughed, a melodic sound that seemed out of place in the dim, chaotic club. "You can have all the drinks you want, after someone picks you"

"Pick me?" you echoed, confusion evident in your voice.

"Yeah, some of them are ugh, ugly…but don’t worry. You’ll forget everything by tomorrow morning" she said nonchalantly, leading you through a set of heavy red velvet curtains.

Your heart pounded as you stepped through the velvet curtains, the rhythm so fierce you feared it might burst from your chest— You stood paralyzed, your limbs weighted by a sudden, profound fear. How could you be this stupid, this naive, you thought, your mind spiraling in frantic loops. The sight before you seemed to stretch time, the air thick with an oppressive, unnameable dread.

Your breath hitched, panic bubbling up as you tried to make sense of the scene.

Every instinct screamed at you to run, but your feet were rooted to the spot, trapped by an invisible force.

In that moment, you knew you were in over your head. The full weight of your mistake crashed down on you, leaving you breathless and trembling. The realization was as cold and merciless as the air around you, and you could do nothing but stand there, paralyzed by the enormity of what you had stumbled into.

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