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neuroprincess · 1 year ago

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Broken Rules - Larissa Weems/Female Reader

Larissa Weems/Female Reader

Summary: An unfair deal, that's all Y/N gets from Larissa and was enough until it wasn't anymore. After a few glasses of wine and sudden courage she questions the woman, this could work or ruin everything for good.

Classification: +18, Angst, Slight Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, arguing, harsh words, swearing, slight sex, injury, denial of feelings, unrequited love, jealousy, hurt/comfort

Word count: +6400

Unrevised

There are three essential rules for this deal, in black and white, very clear imposed since the first night they spent together. The third is crystal clear, not least, never spend the night, this one is understandable considering the academy and how awkward a teacher leaving the principal's living quarters so early would be. That's the excuse Y/N gives herself every time she has to sneak through the halls of Nevermore in the middle of the night. Second rule, never tell anyone. This kills her inside, in these months all she wants to do in good and bad moments is to share with someone about how she feels, not even with the blonde can she talk because it would imply the first and most important rule. No falling in love, which means they don't talk about anything but professional matters, they don't kiss unless they are having sex and that is all Y/N can get out of this deal. Sex. Stress relief. Sometimes some sexual gift, nothing personal.

The teacher repeats the rules mentally as she serves herself with a glass of wine, standing with back to her mistress who finishes paperwork at the office desk. Well, she arrived at the appointed time, but Larissa ended up delaying some important matters and now has to finish. Y/N asked if she should leave, receiving only a negative nod. The week was more exhausting than usual, a visit from a couple of parents for an unexpected situation, some student managed to break the plumbing of the bathroom sink and a gorgon accidentally petrified his friend, all problems that earned her complex resolutions, headache and extra paperwork to fill out.

"So, why the parents came here?" she asks, still not turning around, putting the bottle in the same place and raising the glass to lips, sipping the sweet liquid "Both Nikolas and Lucinda are great kids."

"They really are, but none of their families support the relationship between vampires and werewolves. Nothing that you, being a normie, understand."

"Well, I may not be an outcast, but I live with them every day and I am in this world. You are one of those who advocates harmony between normies and outcasts, I don't understand..."

"It's not the same thing." the blonde says simply and shrugs, her tone of voice unchanged, eyes still fixed on the printed words.

Y/N huffs and takes a generous sip of wine, feeling the burning in the throat from alcohol, sorrow and a little bit of anger. She stares at her boss, clothes perfectly clean and well ironed, the red lipstick highlighting her fleshy lips, hair styled, long fingers wandering across the surface and blue eyes standing out in the whole scene, literally a sight to take breath away and maybe the rest of the sanity the younger still possesses after swallowing the entire contents of the glass in seconds. The glass is filled again and soon is empty, this repeats until she drinks the fourth in a row, the burning no longer bothers her, the heat rises through her body, head spins for a millisecond before turning to face Larissa again. She sighs and walks at a slow pace until she is in front of the large desk, her mind once full of things to say slowly becoming blank, void, just as it always is around the tall woman. Perhaps this is the spell and reason for them to continue in this unfair deal, it's like the white witch has put a spell on the simple peasant human, who would kiss her feet in adoration.

"What?" Weems asks raising her gaze for the first time since the other entered the room, a little annoyed by the sudden proximity "Did you drink before coming here?" the teacher just denies with a nod, continuing to stare at her with a neutral expression "So why do you look like shit? You know, I don't care, as long as you didn't show up in front of the students like that."

The words sound normal to her, but to Y/N it's a painful feeling in the chest similar to an anvil being thrown, hurts, weighs down and she can't move staying in the same place. The neutral expression falls apart, eyes instantly getting watery and whole face burning as she fights the imminent cry, in fact she only realizes she is crying when a drop hits the document in front of her, the first of many that start to fall even though she tries to contain them. She knows she doesn't look like shit but at most blushing after drinking. There is no way she looks like shit because between the end of classes and going to the principal's office passed by her own dorm to get ready, try to look impeccable for their weekly "date", put on her new dress bought a few weeks ago on a visit to Jericho, touched up the daily makeup, brushed hair and put on her favorite perfume, the only one that didn't make Larissa complain.

"Y/N?" the voice is low and nonchalant when she calls her, with a hint of concern that goes unnoticed.

"I don't look like shit...I've tidied myself up, my hair is in place, I'm smelling good.... Why the hell do you hate me?" she asks finally after trying to defend herself uselessly, they are simply unimportant words when a dull expression takes over the blonde's face and then surprise at the question "You always act like I'm inferior, then say I look like shit and accuse me of getting drunk around the students, something I would never do because I love and respect them. Am I such a cheap person to you?"

"I didn't mean that..."

"Then what did you mean?" the question is angry, totally emotional, and the voice comes out ragged, raw with genuine desire to understand the other woman.

"Y/N, you are on dangerous ground, this is against our deal." Larissa says gently after pulling herself together from the initial shock "Don't do something you'll regret."

"Damn, so that's what I am to you? I try to lie to myself that I am someone for you, someone you can.... Just can..." she tries to find words that get stuck in the throat and mind turns to blank mist again when she realizes that the principal is staring at her, an almost smile rising on lips, not a smile of encouragement, seems almost cruel like a hunter waiting for the hare to fall into the trap and the younger would not give her this taste or reason to smile "I am and always will be just sex for you, right?" the blonde just nods in agreement "Right."

The teacher just nods while kneeling, which leaves the taller one momentarily confused until she finds her crawling to the middle of her legs, no longer caring about the condition of the dress, makeup drips down cheeks, eyes are distant and face is flushed, not in a positive way, now Y/N looks like shit and it's not a good feeling knowing she's the cause of it. Something presses Larissa's chest making the smile that was rising die instantly. Everything is too fast, the usually gentle fingers of the younger are quick and imprecise, desperate to lift the gray dress up to waist length. The woman lifts her hips helping, soon the lace panties are exposed, framing the path between the long pale legs. The fabric is just set aside as the head disappears under the table and fabric of the dress, the principal's hands grab a handful of the girl's hair pulling her to herself hoping to feel more pleasure, but there is nothing but a shiver and the slight sensation, she simply cannot delight in the skilled tongue circling the clit, nor touches that usually make her melt. A nagging sensation seeps into her chest and stomach churns, even as she closes the eyes trying to erase the pitiful image of the younger, unsuccessfully, the blotchy and weeping face invades her mind, it's intrusive and strangely... painful. Blue eyes open, she stares into the ceiling mirror feeling a little nauseous at the sight and a hand pulls Y/N's hair back, stopping her from continuing, also making her unbalanced falling on the floor and hitting the back of head against the wooden end of the desk. She just groans in pain, confused in a drunken state and not understanding exactly what had just happened.

"What is it?" she asks taking a her own hand to head where it hurts, a little surprised to find the part slightly moist, but she doesn't care, everything hurts and that's the lesser of it "Isn't that what you wanted?!"

"It was, actually it is. But not like this. Clean yourself up first, look decent."

"So I have to look decent to fuck you? Got it." Y/N laughs humorlessly but stands up to do it, hands resting on the woman's thighs to stand without caring that she is being ignored, the blonde looks at some specific spot on the wall avoiding looking down "I'll be right back." she walks with slow steps to the bathroom attached to the office, closing the door behind her.

"Shit!" Larissa lets out the air she didn't even realize was holding and lowers her gaze, the memory of the girl there still present, a shiver runs through her body and eyes widen as she notices contrasting crimson on the pale knees, the perfect mark of fingers stamping across skin. She barely has time to think about it as the sound of something falling in the bathroom makes her jump out of the chair "Y/N?" without an answer.

She waits a few seconds still unanswered until walking quickly to the bathroom, opening the door without knocking or asking for again, extremely relieved to find the younger bent over the sink rubbing her face with the running water, black mascara staining the white sink, a little red mixed in. A decorative plant is scattered on the floor, that is the less important thing. The image scares Weems, she freezes in place for an instant and the next is running around the bathroom looking for a towel or something that can wipe the head of her, grabbing a white hand towel from the cabinet. Without a second thought she pushes Y/N lightly, opening space so she can moisten the cloth and gently presses it where the injury was.

"What are you doing?" the teacher asks confused as she lifts the face, finally seeing her condition clearly in the reflection of the mirror, feeling even more miserable.

"You hurt your head..."

"And? Not like it matters." she shrugs, grabbing another towel from the cabinet to dry her face, wiping the last remnants of makeup off "You can drop it and go back to your place, I just need a moment."

The woman drops the towel and walks away with hands outstretched in surrender, almost rolling the eyes at such stubbornness.

"I'm going back to the paperwork, you can go to your dorm."

"You don't want to anymore?" Y/N asks with head down, not having the courage to look her in the eye.

"No." she replies simply and walks away, her conscience seemingly clear that she seems to be physically fine despite everything.

She sits down in the chair again, staring at nothing, and eyes wander to the table in the corner of the office, the bottle of wine reserved for the night practically empty. That explains everything. Y/N is weak to alcohol, one glass is enough for her to be a complete mess for the rest of the night, one bottle can be... terrible. After two minutes without any movement or sign of life from inside the bathroom the worry takes over, what if she fell in the bathroom? No, there would be noise. Or she sat down and lost consciousness? If she is feeling sick... Larissa interrupts her own thoughts trying to tell herself that Y/N is a grown woman and can handle it, while she can barely control the panic with the idea that something serious is happening. It is a bloody cut, the one on the back of the head, one of the most fragile and dangerous places to hit. She is brought out of thoughts when she hears the door being opened, immediately looking for the younger and sees her struggling to walk, barefoot with the shoes in one hand and the other holding the towel. Face now clean, hair pinned up and she looks a little more sober, only looks, because legs cross each step, causing her to almost fall over after losing the support of the door frame.

"Leave me..." she whispers when feels the presence of the other woman, who has run in stride to support her "I'll handle this on my own."

"Fuck off, stop being stubborn." the tall takes her in arms ignoring the protests to leave her on the floor and walks quickly to the other door attached to the office, this one leads to a private bedroom "Be quiet." she says harshly when the younger doesn't stop complaining, trying to get out of her arms. That manages to make silence reign.

Everything goes by like a blur, Y/N being placed on the soft bed, large elegant hands working to push the hair aside so that the severity of the injury can be checked, to great relief discovering it to be something superficial, but still needed some extra care. The small cut is carefully cleaned with cotton, saline and antiseptic, then gently dried, Larissa improvises a bandage with gauze and adhesive tape. The pain makes the girl moan from time to time, no matter how hard she tries to hold herself together it's almost impossible, the drunkenness that washes over her body also takes away any extra resistance. When the bandage is finished she tries to get up, being stopped by the same hands that took care, making her sit against the mattress again. They stare at each other for a few seconds before the older one turns her face away not supporting the eye contact.

"Now can I leave?" Y/N asks after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"No. Lie down." the blonde orders and gets up, walking to the closet from where she pulls out extra pillows and blankets, when turning around she almost drops everything on the floor at the sight "Please, put your clothes back on."

Y/N props herself up on elbows and stares at her confused, sex is the only thing Larissa wants from her, she has made that clear many times and half an hour ago too. It's just sex. That's what sums up the "relationship" and the reason for the deal that makes her days miserable. And in the same night the woman denies it twice, in fact now seems even disgusted to look at her. She rises feeling defeat coursing inside, from flesh to bone, everything hurts, but nothing compares to the pain that forms in her chest every second she spends in this place. Soon her underwear and dress are put back on, the fabric already crumpled, a bit mismatched, very different from how it was before.

"Here." the principal places two pillows on the left side of the bed, fluffing them and indicating with a hand for the other to lie down, which she does without asking questions despite the extremely confused look, as if it were nothing more than a strange dream "You need to stay awake for at least an hour, to make sure it was nothing more serious, after that you can go. " the younger just nods, carefully laying down, a groan of pain escapes as head reaches the pillow, soon a pill is placed in front of her "Painkiller."

"Is it dipyrone?"

"No, ibuprofen, I know you are allergic to dipyrone."

"Thank you."

"Okay." Larissa shrugs and walks to the other side of the bed, sitting up "You know we can't continue after today, right?!"

"Why?" her voice comes out broken, a lump forming in the throat at the mere thought of not being with the woman anymore, even if only for sex.

"We broke the rules, you talked about feelings, I took care of you and now I'm letting you spend the night, none of that is part of the deal." they don't look each other in the eye for different reasons, the blonde sighs before continuing "That breaks the idea of friends with benefits."

"To be friends with benefits we should be friends in the first place, but I don't think we ever were. You despise me." Y/N whispers bitterly and turns away, she would not give the other the pleasure of seeing her cry.

"You're right."

Time passes torturously slowly, Y/N tries not to cry again, which becomes impossible with the indifference and tension that builds more and more every second, then concentrates on not letting it become obvious, holding back sobs and shaking body. Everything hurts, face, chest, hands gripping hard on the pillow and an annoying headache, despite having taken ibuprofen earlier. For an hour and a half Larissa calls her sporadically to check if she is awake or not, occasionally asking if she feels nauseous or anything else, soon discovering that these are symptoms of post-drinking so she stops asking little by little until is completely quiet. That's when the teacher finally falls asleep, the blonde and usually kind (to others) principal in her mind, still trying not to believe it's over. Trying to fool herself with the idea, maybe the slightest possibility, that it's a nightmare where everything they had just slipped through her fingers because of a bottle of wine.

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A week later Y/N finds herself running through the halls of Nevermore, dressed impeccably in a casual women's suit set in her favorite color, high heels tapping against the floor, hair brushed presentably, makeup light and she was glad to finally have the bandage off, it would surely spoil the perfect look to finally meet her students' parents. It has been six months of preparation for this moment, of course there are parents who were not very receptive to the idea of their children being taught by a simple normie who was not even raised in Jericho, just as there were those who supported her hiring and seem equally excited to meet her. Parents' Weekend is the opportunity to do that. She stops in front of the door and sighs, smoothing the fabric of the suit so that it is totally flawless, then smoothed the thin tank top under the blazer, for some reason it seems to be looser against the chest and dangerously close to the edge of the neckline, a few necklaces adorning majestically. The teacher knows she should be feeling fabulous with this look and the greetings she has rehearsed for hours memorized, but nothing takes her away from the miserable state she has been in for a week since she woke up alone in Weems' bedroom, with only a note on the bedside recommending that she go to the doctor and the best way out, without the danger of being seen, would be through the side door. Since then she has been trying to pull herself together, which means trying to avoid the woman as much as possible until it stops hurting.

"You can do it, Y/N. You can take anything for 10 seconds, so just start over and everything will work out." she whispers to herself, closing the eyes in concentration "Allons-y!"

And it all worked out, better than she could have imagined, the principal was nowhere to be seen, at least not in her field of vision. The first parents to show any interest were a vampire's parents, of the youngest, who complimented her highly on how she helped him adjust away from home, the three greeted each other happily before a gentle conversation. Which caught the attention of another vampire family, these were quieter, but equally kind. After an hour of the event she couldn't even count on fingers how many parents she managed to talk to and captivate, all making clear that despite initial reservations they had a good surprise and results with her hiring. This cheered the younger up a bit, at least something seems to be working out in her life, it's that saying, lucky in gambling and unlucky in love.

"So you are the beautiful young lady my son talks so much about?" a voice comes up behind her after saying goodbye to Ajax's parents, when she turns around finds a tall man with striking features, sculpted body highlighted by the cut of his suit and a pair of mesmerizing chocolate eyes "Lucien Corbyn..."

"Elijah's father?!" the parental connection between them is obvious, the boy being a souped up image of him "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Corbyn! Your son is a great student and very kind." she extends a hand expecting the man to shake, being surprised by the touch of his rough hand leading hers to his lips, where he leaves a lingering kiss, staring her in the eyes the whole time.

"The pleasure is all mine." he whispers and smiles lowering his hand, still holding hers "Of course Eli is, he's my son and was raised by me...only me. All credit to his father." and blinks, trying to hint that he is a solo and consequently single father

"I'm not surprised, you two are so much alike. Strong genes." Y/N comments nonchalantly, not realizing how this affects the instinct of the werewolf, who raises an eyebrow feeling audacious and also lucky to have finally found the perfect woman after the former wife's leaving.

She may not have noticed, but the tall woman across the courtyard did and felt extremely uncomfortable at the sight, Larissa was present at the event the entire time, the first 40 minutes spent solving small problems and talking to the parents who donate money to the academy funds. Trying to be as invisible as possible, at the same time her eyes were always on her, the girl who torments days and takes away sleep at night with the simple fact of existing. Sometimes she got lost in the topic of some parent because her focus was too much on the teacher interacting with the families and giving attention to each one of them, after she pulled herself together, she excused and tried to dissipate it from mind, uselessly, since in the next second she was already doing the same thing. And she mentally thanked for repeating the behavior. Corbyn is a wealthy werewolf, leader of the wolf pack, they went to university together, in fact the man was a great conqueror until he married and had the son, but werewolves like big families, have lots of children to make the pack bigger, and he has made it clear in the last two years that he is in search of another mate to give him that.

She greets the mother of some siren she can't even remember the name of, and walks slowly over to where the pair are talking, watching the interaction from a distance. Lucien still holds her hand, his other hand caressing her elbow, but Y/N barely notices because she is too excited talking about his son, one of the favorite children. His eyes are no longer on her face, the blonde can see the lust stamped on the werewolf's face as he stares at a lower point, the teacher's breasts. The two mounds are partially exposed by the neckline of the tank top she wears under her blazer, showing flushed skin and a small part of her lace bra, shit, even she can't look away and has been there, she knows every detail by heart, the softness to the touch, the nipples and how sensitive they can be tearing out sinful moans. Everything about her is sinful and Larissa was once the greatest sinner. As approaches she unconsciously takes off the gray coat, which is landing on Y/N's shoulders in seconds, she is startled by the touch and almost cannot believe it when she hears the familiar voice beside her, nor that the soft delicate gloved hands she misses so much are around shoulders holding her tightly, if it were someone else she might say it feels like a possessive touch.

"I believe Elijah is expecting his father to spend time with him and not with the teacher." she says with venom in voice, a huge fake smile on the lips, staring at his hand hoping the man gets the hint.

"You are right, Principal Weems. I am here for my little wolf." Corbyn agrees with an even more fake smile as he understands the message, instead of letting her go he squeezes the hand even tighter and brings it to his lips again "I hope to see you soon, beautiful young lady. The pack can't wait to host a dinner on your behalf." he winks and finally lets her go, looking directly at the blonde "See you later, Principal!" and doesn't get a response.

Y/N keeps a neutral expression until Lucien disappears from sight soon after finding his son in the crowd and as soon as she doesn't see him uses the arms to try to get rid of the coat, but the long arms stop her and Larissa turn around so that they are face to face, without saying anything she adjusts the piece against the girl's body, covering her breasts and then fastens the buttons quickly. They stare at each other in the process, feeling the strangeness of the moment hit the pit of their stomachs, one feeling nauseous and the other boiling with anger inside, sunk in a feeling similar to jealousy, even if she denies it to herself.

"It's cold." she says shrugging and adjusts the collar of the coat, not failing to notice how big this looks on Y/N, like a big fancy dress, it's almost.. cute to look at.

"I have coats, you can have yours back." her voice comes out in a whisper and she tries to take off the coat again, but is stopped by the taller one, arms wrapping around her again so she doesn't do that "Principal Weems..."

"Let's go inside."

Before she can refuse she feels herself being held by the hand and dragged across the courtyard, barely able to keep up with the woman's steps, partly because of the height difference and also the heavy piece of clothing larger than her, which drags along the ground, none of them caring. On the way some parents observe the scene, from curious to pitying looks, thinking that maybe the teacher was in trouble for some reason, none of them had seen this angry expression on the principal's face before. She just lowers the gaze as just lets be led, knowing that there is no point in arguing, making a scene in front of parents is the last thing she wants.

"What the hell were you thinking flirting with a student's father?" Larissa asks loudly, holding herself back from screaming, once they enter her office.

"I wasn't..."

"Yes, you were. Corbyn is the leader of a wolf pack, an alpha looking for a wife and someone to have his little wolves." she interrupts the younger angrily dumping the facts on the table.

"And?" the answer is simple and mocking, increasing the tension in the room. The blue eyes fill with more anger.

"You don't really know the werewolves, the alphas...they are...you are more than that. More than a trophy to exhibit, than a... breeding slut." the words coming out of her mouth surprises them both, vulgar language compared to her exquisite vocabulary.

"What if marriage and children is something I want? At least Lucien would treat me well, not even hide me." Y/N teases and shrugs, even though she is completely disgusted inside at the idea of that man touching her in this way, besides, she really doesn't know much about werewolves and the classes of the species "And maybe I would be loved."

In less than a second she finds herself practically lying on the armchair with the woman's body on top of hers, kneeling on the floor not caring about the expensive dress, faces inches apart, warm breath against lips and their eyes meet once again, there is fragility in both, many buried feelings suddenly showing. One hand of Larissa's holds the smaller wrist to the top of the armchair, above head, and the other lands below thigh, lifting the leg for the younger to wrap around her waist, so she does instinctively.

"I can give you all of this, right now if you want me to." the older whispers without leaving her eyes, for the first time since they met she showed some vulnerability and to their surprise tears emerged, falling down her face faster than it came "Y/N, I can and want to give you all of this, whatever you wish."

"Then why?" she is confused and shocked, for the past few months the thing she wished most is that someday hopefully her feelings would be reciprocated, receiving only coldness and indifference, accepting the crumbs of the deal they had, it was enough until no more, "Larissa, you despised me for months, as if I was nothing, invisible, even professionally, doubting my abilities just for being a normie. You made me feel...worthless, unworthy of love."

"And I'm miserable for doing that to you, it was never my intention, but when I realized I was already putting up barriers and more barriers to keep you away, yet I couldn't. My romantic past is terrible, I've been hurt a lot by people whom I gave myself to and trusted blindly. For a blind person, as I was, pushing you away and hurting you seemed better than letting myself be hurt once again. I know, that's no excuse for all the shit I put you through. But I was broken emotionally when I met you, so that's why..." the principal stops talking when she feels Y/N's free hand gently wipe away her tears, thumb resting on the now flushed cheeks "I'm not trying to justify it, but I really was afraid to let you in, then when you were gone I realized that being afraid of losing you is bigger, also hurts more. That night I cried hiding in the office after you slept and uselessly tried to convince myself that it was the best thing for both of us, even if it was burning me up inside. And now that I saw that disgusting man touching you hurt like hell, I realized that I can't stand the idea of someone else being in your life like that."

"I..."

"Please forgive me, you were never worthless, I never despised you, never thought you were any of that, fuck, I don't even care that you are normie and I hired you precisely because you are fucking bright, a great teacher and role model for our students. I just can't say I'm sorry for being an asshole and for all the cruel words I've said, if you want I'll wash my mouth out with soap. Y/N, listen very attentively to my words now." Larissa leaves the wrist and long fingers run across the girl's face, admiring every detail, feeling her chest heavy as she remembers that damn night when she was a complete idiot, hurt her in so many ways and made her cry, when she thought lost her forever "You are worthy of all the love in the world, all the happiness, all the affection and you deserve only good things, I made a lot of mistakes, I was the worst person. But..." she sighs and tries to wipe the new wave of tears, anxiety taking over mind and heart "Can you give me a chance? To reward you and show you how much I appreciate you, if you want the world I'll try to give you just to show how deeply I love you."

"You what?" both are shocked at the sudden declaration.

"I..." red painted lips quiver and her eyes become clearer, like crystal water, Y/N sees the pure truth about her feelings behind them "I love you." she finally says, word for word, loud and clear.

"I love you too." the younger whispers, those words meaning more than that, it's forgiveness. They draw closer and slowly bring their lips together.

It's gentle and soft, as if this is the first time and they are discovering each other, very different from the real first time their lips touched months before, which led them to start everything. Neither can believe that this is really happening, or how amazing they feel with a simple kiss after having done so much more than that before. Lips move in sync, hearts racing and they engage in a tight hug, the blonde's arms taking the smaller body to herself, holding her lovingly by the waist and the back of neck. What makes Y/N groan in pain between the kiss, they separate momentarily only for Larissa to check if she is okay, that injury haunted her for a whole week, only reassured after threatening the doctor to tell about the health condition of her beloved. She soon discovers that the teacher is fine, as she is pulled in by Y/N to continue kissing, this time more intense, tongues meet immediately, feeling and exploring each other's mouths with affection and desire, so much desire that makes the skin burn, feverish with love. It's a kiss that is full of all the feelings hidden for months, of the pain they have gone through in different ways, but about the same thing, the desire to be together.

"What are we now?" Y/N asks as soon as their lips part and they are looking at each other again, this time instead of tears there are genuine and almost shy smiles "And what are we doing?"

"Well, I was planning to take you on a date and propose formally..."

"Really, Weems? I thought your silly hand was driving us to another thing..." she points to the long fingers under the coat, between the fabric of her tank top and the waistband of the pants.

"I'm sorry." she is about to take the hand away from there, but is stopped and feels the soft lips against hers again in a quick kiss.

"It's okay..." the buttons are slowly unbuttoned, the tank top showing and when Larissa moves closer to kiss her the fabric is accidentally pulled, exposing even more breasts along with the lace bra that almost drove the principal crazy earlier.

"If I didn't know you I'd say it was all planned." the two laugh and the taller one nods in denial, then pulls on the coat wrapping herself in it, bodies pretty much attached inside "Please, never let Lucien come near you like that again. Just seeing him touching and looking at you like that made me boil inside, I wanted to kill him."

"He wouldn't have come close if I already belonged to someone."

"Fair enough. And that brings us to the previous question, are we more than girlfriends?" the blonde asks a little fearfully afraid she's jumping the gun, they've been sleeping together for about six months now, but under her stupid terms, fruits of damn insecurity "Or...?"

"We are whatever we want to be." she thinks of an objective answer, but not even she, who has always wanted this relationship, knows how to define what they have.

"Then you will be mine, in every way. Body, soul, and mind." they intertwine fingers and Larissa has to fight back new tears when the other nods in agreement, the fear of speaking this fading, her heart speeds up even more "We have a lot to fix, I have a lot to make up for, but I want to be better for you, to be worthy to call you girlfriend and one day wife."

"You are already worthy, you just didn't know it." Y/N whispers with emotion in voice, fighting back her own tears as she faces the woman she loves in the same state, their heads touch and both close eyes just enjoying the moment, feeling the calm after the storm "It's okay now."

"It's okay now." she agrees opening a smile and they gap a little, staring at each other "Damn, I can't believe I finally had the courage to say I love you."

"Neither do I, it's like you're a different Larissa, a better Rissa, who talks, gives affection, knows how to express yourself." the younger's hands run down the principal's neck and rest on the soft face, caressing cheek, then the temple, eyebrows, nose, chin and finally the fleshy lips that quiver at the gentle touch "And love me."

Their lips come together again in a delicate and emotional kiss, still a new feeling to be able to touch and be like this after all they have been through. What they are doing is no longer relieving stress or satisfy horniness trying to control all the built up sexual tension, there are no sloppy kisses, rushed hands, cold touches and even less the usual neglect. It's exactly the opposite of that, affection is conveyed with every touch and the kisses seem simply addictive, like they could live this moment forever and if at some point they parted it would fade away, just like their dreams before.

"I knew I couldn't kiss you this way before or I would fall to my knees in love..." Larissa murmurs between the kiss and points to how she stands in front of the armchair, on knees between her legs, hands holding her "And I was right."

"You're such an idiot, Rissa." they smile and the blonde pulls her around the waist, rubbing hips against Y/N's intimacy, both moan at the friction "My Rissa..."

"Only yours. And you only mine."

"I have never been so happy to break rules in my life."

"And I thank you for it."

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pursuitseternal · 1 year ago

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“Relenting:” a romantic💞 update to ETL Astarion x Tav (OC) in “Our Blood is Thicker:”

Astarion x F! (OC) | E | 4.7K of angst and kisses

Summary: At the end of another long day, Cordehlia seeks a moment of isolation, only to have the source of her agony ask her for a bite. Same old pains resurface, same old ambition for power in his crimson eyes. Only trouble is, after a falling out, he hasn’t returned…. And there are more monsters in this forest than a charming Vampire Spawn…

CW: angst, self-loathing, fight, flashbacks, anxiety, some mildly graphic violence against werewolves, “first” kiss, post battle make out, cockblocking companions…

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Chapter 4: “Relenting”

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Hag destroyed. Tiefling allies made. A few goblins killed… more supplies for the camp, more loot for everyone’s pockets. Cordehlia turned the day over in her mind as they threw together a ragtag place to rest. Most of her companions were too tired to pitch a tent, settling for a bedroll under the stars of the Grove.

But not him. Oh no, he took every tedious care to set his abode just as he liked it. Just as he saw fit. Cordehlia shook her head, amused and irritated in equal measure. Her companions consulted one another around the fire, their plans for infiltrating the Goblin camp tomorrow… finding the Archdruid that was demanded. It would be another grueling day tomorrow.

Her elven sensibilities grated on her with how dirty she was, silently she grabbed a carafe of water and a rag, fishing out a bar of soap she had found among the Tieflings today. At last. Supplies and clean linens, a change of clothes in hand, she left without a word.

Night crept in as she did the same, stalking to the edge of camp so as not to draw attention. Eager to wash the grime and blood from her skin.

She hurried, not wanting to get caught again by prying eyes. She laughed at the memory.

If only he knew… if only he remembered the eery and striking resemblance to what set them on their path to engagement. Being caught lusting after her… all those years of fondness and flirtation as youth suddenly solidified as the truth of his feelings came forward. Prominently. No denying it after being caught with his hand down his pants, that veil of dramatic pretense finally slipping away.

Sighing, she scrubbed her skin, letting the light clean scent of the soap reground her. It was enough for now. She smiled just a bit, assured and proud of herself that he still wanted her. For all the centuries of torment they both endured, she still made him… long. Long for her.

And long and hard.

She giggled to herself. But the sight of her dirty, rust-colored skin, stained with the results of her violence sobered her.

She was not that innocent She-elf. Nor was he that confident, devious, charming Elf lordling that set his sights on her.

He couldn’t even remember her.

She could barely remember herself anymore.

Washing in silence, the weight of her suffering grew with every swipe of the clean cloth over her skin. It should be making her feel free. Cleansed. But instead, she only watched as the once pure water ran stained as it touched her.

Corrupted.

Ruined.

Vicious.

She hastily threw on the clean tunic and breeches, and even with all the torment she struggled to fight back down inside her, it did feel good to be clean.

In her body if not her soul.

Footsteps approached. And she hurriedly grabbed her soiled clothes, dumping out the basin and wringing out the wash cloth.

“There you are…” that silken voice purred from the edge of camp. Astarion ran his eyes over her, the scent of soap and cleanliness hitting him strong. “Feeling better are we?” His smirk turned the corner of his mouth, that ravenous glint in his eyes as he pulled out another little bottle of ruby potion for her. “I thought you might give me a hand…” he drew near, “or a wrist, or a neck…” then he whispered right into the curves of her pointed ear. “Or a thigh, if your blood is running hot like mine.”

“Is this your ask every fucking night?” she snapped.

His eyes went wide. Mouth tweaking just a hint in surprise at her instant rage.

Good.

“Your blood might be hot, but not as I was hoping,” he couldn’t help the tease. But as he watched her face only growing redder, he softened. “Sorry, I… you’re not feeling better. Ahem…” He cleared his throat nervously. “I can just…”

She gave a feral growl, tugging up the sleeve of her shirt, balling her hand into a fist and shoving it in his face. “Here, be quick. Tomorrow will be grueling. Bloody. Another list of victims to add to my count, I would imagine.”

“Victims?” he queried, his voice gentle, almost as gentle as the way he caught her rigid arm in his hands and set it back down at her side. “What is going on, Cordehlia?”

She said nothing, only hissing breath from her mouth as she looked at her feet.

“You were glorious today you know, righteous…” he purred at her, his hand slowly stroking the bared skin of her arm. “No one looks so delicious covered in blood. Well,” he taunted with a dark little laugh, “maybe except for me.”

Scoffing, she shook her head. “I wasn’t meant to be this…” swallowing, she tried to pull from his touch. But he held firm. “I wasn’t meant to be blood-spattered and reckless. Violent and sadder and wiser. You were. You always were impetuous and rash and devious.”

Her body went numb. Chilled except for the feeling of his hand on her skin and the raging heartache that tore through her chest. He just let her stay beside him, his hand around her arm a steady tether keeping her present.

“Well,” he cleared his voice, all that honey in his tones gone, nothing but softness and the gentle rasp of his low tones in his throat, “you’re not alone you know, that feeling of being made into something against your will.”

The devastation in his voice drew her attention, meeting those dark red eyes, usually so exacting and seductive now wide and worried.

“We can even compare notes if you like, which would be easier if I could remember more…”

She swallowed that burning lump in her throat.

“But, for what it’s worth, as another being thrown into the darkness and made to do horrid, unspeakable things against my will… I am glad I’m not alone.” Those full lips of his tweaked slightly into a smile. “Not anymore.”

Gods, her face was soft in the moonlight. Bathed and glowing, and strangely familiar. Was she looking at him with longing on purpose? Were her lips trembling to catch his attention, bidding him to stay them with his own?

Her eyes began to flutter, and every muscle in her arm in his grasp clenched in expectation.

Until she took a deep breath, shaking her long red hair. “I…” she withdrew. “I am not myself right now,” she mumbled. “I need food, rest… all this business with the tadpoles, finding the Goblins, rescuing the Druid… it’s a bit much.”

“It is,” Astarion smiled. Holding his place. Letting her sway on her toes, undecided if she should stay or leave. Undecided if she should kiss him, by the way those lips twitched and puckered.

She looked down where his hand hung, the one that had just held her gently, that cool chill of his touch… He had given her something so small, so insignificant. Swallowing, she realized it was only fair she returned the favor.

So, she held up her wrist. “I need you strong, so feed, my vampire,” she whispered. “And be quick.”

“It would be my pleasure,” he smiled, caressing his fingers along the pinpricked skin of her arm to press her to his mouth. He looked into her face, expecting her to shut her eyes tight, bracing for the piercing pain of his bite.

But those silver eyes just stared back. Her breath was quick, her eyes dark as they dilated to watch his mouth on her flesh. That ivory of her complexion grew flush, just a kiss of blush on the crest of her cheeks.

His hunger took hold, that scent of her skin so close, the pull of her blood so strong. He bit, sharply and quickly, letting his lips and tongue do the rest. Drinking her down, as all the while, she watched. Licking her own lips as her blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Forcing shaky breath after shaky breath from her lungs, hiding it from him with her silence.

She looked so… radiant, it made something inside his undead heart shift. And what was more, she had called him hers, her vampire…

He lifted his mouth, pressing the potion of healing into her palm. “Here, a little something for the effort from your grateful vampire,” he teased.

A weak smile twitched on her lips as she downed the bottle. “Little something for a massive effort. Each day seems to just be more. More cures that don’t work, more puzzles and people who need help… more mysteries and unanswered questions. These tadpoles aren’t going to remove themselves…”

“Well,” he stepped into her path. That wry look on his face. Calculating and cunning. It made her stomach sink, for she had seen it so often before. “I know you’re working hard to fix these little tadpoles of ours, but you have to admit… there is potential here.”

“Potential for what, exactly?” she cocked her chin. “Power? Influence? Control?”

“Well, yes, naturally.” He raised that brow, a flick of his wrist.

Cordehlia just shook her head. Some raging disbelief darkening her face and she hung her head low.

“Look, all I am saying is that we know there are many others under this influence, instead of removing them… what if… we found a way of controlling them… and those who possess them?”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Her voice fell soft. Sharp and cold. “You would like it so much, you would choose it above everything.”

“Above you,” he snapped, “you mean?”

Oh that little spitfire, she squared her shoulders and parted her legs. Her eyes narrowed with all the resolve she mustered. “Forgive me if my memory is intact, that I remember the consequences of your obsession with making a name for yourself… or to find a way to influence others to your benefit…”

“That was it, wasn’t it? The thing you accuse me of for leaving you… not that I can remember,” he snapped, his teeth bright in the moonlight. “So eager to keep me with you always isn’t that right, darling?” he gave that low, rumbling chuckle. “What if controlling these tadpoles was the way for us to be together for eternity? We know so very little, perhaps they grant us powers beyond even our ability to rip into the minds of others…. Long life? Power? Wealth? A way for me to kill my old master?”

“What if it causes loss and despair and heartache and death?” She hissed in reply. “What if it hurts others more than you could ever fathom, even if you finally got your head out of your…”

“Tch,” he interrupted, his own temper beginning to flame. “I have the feeling we aren’t discussing the same thing….”

Cordehlia scoffed, trying to push past him, but he slid effortlessly into her path again. “Let me pass,” she hissed.

“Not until you admit it. You’re angry with me, and I have a feeling we aren’t discussing anything related to these tadpoles at all…”

“You want to know? You want to know?” she panted. Her face now red with rage.

She closed her eyes, drawing upon the tadpole’s power inside them both as their minds smashed together.

“It won’t take me long,” Astarion grinned from atop his horse. “First, a few months study, then a career in the Magistrate’s office. I’ll have a name, influence, wealth, I’ll have it all…” He grinned wider, reaching a hand down to the She-elf beneath him. Her red hair dancing in the breeze, her silver eyes brimming with love, and desire, and longing. It made his heart full and his groin ache. “We’ll have it all, my love.”

“You know, I would wed you if you had nothing more than your charming good looks and the clothes on your back,” she smirked, grabbing his hand. “Of course those would most likely quickly end in a pile on the ground…”

“Vixen,” he purred, leaning over to place his lips on her fingers. So soft and warm and familiar. “Only a little time until that may happen… a few months perhaps. A blink of the eye for our kind. And then, we will wed. And you,” he gave her that same rakish leer that made her stomach flutter and her thighs hot, “you, Cordehlia Ancunín will be the toast of Baldur’s Gate, my bride.”

“It does sound rather nice,” she gripped his hand, running her thumb across the back of his hands, knowing the way every muscle, every vein raised in his pale skin. “The name… and the fame.”

“Doesn’t it just?”

The scene grew hazy… blurred as if she kept him from seeing, from hearing every detail. Just the galloping of hooves and the sight of him riding into the woods.

Then it was only her… standing in the road. A different day, a different dress. Her body was wrapped tight in white furs. The snow crunched under her feet, shaded by the barren trees.

She looked up the road. Shivering as she clutched her fur cloak tighter. Her hands trembled, but she held tight to something… letters, a thick stack in her palm. She was waiting. Again. For anything. For him.

Until the wind tore down the path, ripping every paper from her frozen fingers faster than she could scream and cry and chase after them.

Gone.

She had nothing now. Only a cleft of loneliness in her heart. The chill of winter, the death of her hope. The shiver of her body, the warmth of her love dispersing forever.

He was gone.

She released him. Her eyes filled with hot tears, but she wouldn’t blink. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying over him again. Not again.

Not to his face.

Before he could even open his eyes, she ran up the path and into the camp.

He was gone. Again. Or still. It was time for the night watch, and still he was away. Cordehlia’s heart raced, but from worry or just raw hurt, she wasn’t certain.

The only thing that made her feel slightly less worried was that Karlach had watched him take his daggers into the forest… grumbling about going hunting. It wasn’t much, but it was at least a direction he was spotted and a purpose.

But even as the company sat around the fire, her stomach turned blackly sour. It felt familiar. Him leaving. Her waiting. The old thrum of anxiety and not knowing….

She shook it off for now. He was no Magistrate, no elfling, he wasn’t even young anymore. He was a Vampire. More deadly than the vast majority of things in the woods.

It made her mind wander, her mouth waiting to speak until there was a break in the conversation amongst them. She turned to look at the human, the newest member of their band. “You were raised in Baldur’s Gate, were you not, Wyll?”

“Indeed,” he flashed that gentlemanly grin at her. “Son of the Duke, no less, though I obviously was promised for a different path…” He meant all that he had become too, Blade of Frontiers, warlock bound in service. Monster hunter.

“Do you know of Cazador Szarr?”

The question hung in the air, and by the weight in her voice, everyone grew silent. Heavy. Each surmising at least the source of such a wondering.

Wyll cleared his throat, “Can’t say that I have. But I haven’t been in the city since I was a youth. Is he new?”

Her eyes grew sad as she turned back to look into the fire. “I doubt it,” she murmured.

“I have heard,” Gale’s gentle voice slid right in to fill the quiet. “Patriarch of the Szarr family, centuries old and steeped in nasty business, if the rumors are true…”

“They probably are, if I knew of them.” She breathed. Unable to look into those kind eyes.

“I’m not surprised, Wyll Ravenguard, that you have no notion of them in your own city. They lurk in the shadows, nefarious as they come. Why, it’s rumored that he’s centuries old, some gift of immortality…”

Silence from the She-elf made him continue, even as she gave no reaction.

“…they also suspect he’s at the center of abductions, murders, missing persons…”

Still silence.

“… the boldest call him Vampire, his victims, those missing…”

“There is a wisdom in being bold,” she finally breathed.

Wyll’s eyes went wide. For someone new, he was clearly observant. “Your vampire rogue… you don’t mean…”

“It would be easier to confirm if he were here,” she snapped, raising her head to gaze into the shadows beyond their camp.

Gale scooted through the grass, closer to speak just to Cordehlia. “You know, if Astarion is Cazador’s spawn, there is danger. A master that powerful won’t stop looking for something that is his… And from what I’ve read, true vampires have such powers… turning to mist, flying, calling legions of were…”

A sharp howl pierced the quiet of the woods.

“…wolves…” Gale finished his thought as he leapt to his feet.

Cordehlia jumped, racing in the direction of the sound, managing to grab her blade and dagger as she sprinted.

Her heart pounded, every instinct in her elven body hummed to life, her quick feet and perfect balance launching her through the dark woods. Her battle intuition was on fire, following the scent of blood in the air, hoping it was from Astairon’s kill and not the Pale Elf himself.

Whatever it is, it was just ahead now. The ringing of a blade against… something denser than metal. The growling of many voices. And the grunt of one rogue, fighting for his life by the sound of it. Cordehlia drew her weapons, breaking into the clearing. No thoughts, just pure bloodlust and rage clouding her vision in crimson. Her blade tasted flesh, burying into matted grey fur. The beast howled, a death rattle as it fell to the forest floor.

All eyes turned on the now bloodied warrior, three more werewolves salivating with their glowing yellow eyes. But it was the look of pure, sheer relief on Astarion’s face that made her whole body spark and thrill.

He was alive.

And he was smiling. Feral, wild, relieved.

Cordehlia leapt over the carcass, facing the beasts, her vampire rogue at the ready at her side.

They moved as one, fluid and smooth and elegant, even as the creatures fell and spurted their streams of blood with each slice and stab the elves made. They were slow, lumbering and snapping, slashing their claws to try to block their shining blades.

But even three wolves were no match for their speed and stealth and deadly aim. With one last stab, Astarion buried his blade into the last werewolf’s neck, pulling it out to wipe it clean on the dark fur of its body.

Crodehlia stood, breath heaving, wiping her blade clean too on the nearest fallen monster.

She could feel the intensity of his stare on her back, but she wasn’t ready to face him. The question on her tongue burned too much. “Did Cazador send them for you?” she whispered, the silence of the woods falling back around them.

“Yes,” he gave that single reply. His throat bobbed up and down as he looked at her. His breath still ragged. Rough. Loud. “I thought that was it… I thought I would be taken… and then you…”

Silence. Just his breath whistling.

“Astarion,” she whispered his name with her own trembling voice.

He broke, descending on her, hands clutching around her head, pulling her lips against his. So rigid, as he kissed her, the moment their lips met, every part of her body softened. Melted. Molding into his. Relenting. Astarion couldn’t pull her close enough, and the way she tugged at him, hands pressed into his lower back, something just felt… right.

Familiar.

She was so tender… the taste of her kiss covering his tongue. And he ate it up, like one starved. Maybe he was. Maybe there was more he hungered for than blood. Than living blood.

Than her blood.

And she… that… vixen… met his hunger in equal measure. Stroke for stroke. Lick for lick. Her tongue dove between his lips. And those lips, he couldn’t get enough of their supple pucker between his own.

Gods, they had done this before. For all his mind had forgotten, his body remembered.

Remembered it well.

Her hands pressed him harder into her belly, and even without her blood in his veins, he could feel it. That fullness, that drive igniting in his goin at the way she drew herself along every inch of him.

Wanting him.

Her hands gripped into his shirt, brushing against his ass.

It was pure instinct; the override of his body, so natural and feral of a drive as his hands swept to her shirt. The collar was so flimsy, just a thin piece of fabric over her lithe, little body. It was so easy to grip and rip, the fabric giving way almost as willingly as she did. For the fearsome warrior she was, she put up no fight. Leaning in as his cold touch traced over her shoulder, caressing and adoring the swell of her breast in his palm. So easy, pressing her to retreat, her kiss keeping him bound to her, leading him until her back slammed again at a tree.

And then, she moaned. Nothing hidden or held at bay. The sound of her pure, wanton desire.

All her ferocity, her ice, her anger… gone. Relenting at last to reveal the fire inside her for him. Bright as her hair, brilliant as the lights in her eyes. Her own hands explored his body, more hesitantly.

Making him chuckle into her ravenous mouth. “Courage, my darling, you won’t hurt me. I won’t bite…” he laughed again, “unless you want…”

“Yes, Gods, yes,” she panted. The same intensity in battle now trained on him, fingers flying through the claps of his doublet, pushing it open from the curve of his shoulder.

Which he was more than willing to give her aid doing to let it tumble behind them. She breathed his name again, her voice shaking as her fingers finally explored beneath his shirt. The warm caress of her touch melting even the undead chill of his skin.

She clung to him with all the strength of her soul, desperate, fearful, relieved. The centuries of her waiting and longing finally giving way to him. Relenting to him, and the love she no longer could deny.

Somehow, he knew everything about her, with no memory to guide him. His fingers traced her cheek, that subtle rise hot to the touch as he stroked into her hair. A slight grip into the back of her head to angle her higher, making her mouth open all the more for him to plunder, a gasp that stole his breath as she moved so willingly at his command.

“You… remember…” she mouthed the words, her lips too busy to speak properly, not with the way his tongue tangled with hers.

But it was rent apart.

The crack of a branch, the crunch of leaves underfoot. It caught both their sensitive ears, making them freeze.

Hearts racing now for different reasons.

Cordehila tried to catch her breath, eyeing the pure carnage they had wreaked. “Foolish,” she chided herself, pushing him off her, finding her blades in the bloodied dirt. “That was foolish,” she hissed with wide eyes.

Astarion followed suit to find his own daggers, fighting hard to ignore the way her slightly torn blouse revealed the gapped swell of her breasts.

Gods, they looked divine. Milkwhite and full. He could still feel them in his hand.

It took all his effort to shake the lust from his head, tossing his silver curls as he tried to scan the distance for more danger.

They stood, ready, waiting, primed to kill again.

Until Gale burst into the clearing, Karlach right on his tail. “You’re alive!” she bellowed, pure joy in her breathless voice. “When you didn’t come back we thought you…” Her brows furrowed as she took into the sight of the fight. At the four dead and hairy bodies strewn about in the night. Silent as she turned her flaming head.

“Tried to come for you, he did?” Gale stating the obvious as the magical glow from his hands faded at the lack of a threat.

“I’m afraid there will be more where they came from,” Astarion sneered, that sarcastic humor lilting in his voice. “Cazador never kept pets before… other than us poor slaves, his spawn. These mindless servants are new… conjured to find me, to bring me back to…”

He shook and sputtered.

Cordehlia placed a hand on his arm. Even with them watching, in the sight of her band of fighters. Instantly, his body calmed. “We dispatched them before anyone could lay a claw on our Rogue.”

“So you can see, your little rescue was very… poorly timed…” Astarion grinned, sour and taunting as he resheathed his weapons.

He could feel the little shakes of Cordehlia’s silent laughter beside him. Gods, was that how close she was standing?

“Must have been a true battle, soldier,” Karlach's eyes went wide. “Your shirt is torn…” Then those glowing eyes rested on Astarion, equally disrobed and disarrayed. “Oh…”

She let the suspicion glance right off her, unshakable vixen she was. “It was nothing we couldn’t handle, but I am grateful for the reinforcements all the same,” she smiled back.

They all began walking back in haste to camp, Gale muttering about putting up protective wards tonight in case there were more in the woods. Hiding Astarion’s scent.

But it was that vampire rogue who insisted on following so closely on Cordehlia’s heels, she was the one who could smell him. “Grateful, are you? For the untimely help of that limp Wizard and the fire girl?”

“Grateful they care enough about us to come and help,” she replied, that same steady coldness in her voice. “You should be grateful too.”

“I’m sure you understand my reasons if I haven’t relented from irritation to find such gratitude yet…” he hissed, voice dripping with that seeping seduction. His hand catching hers where it swung freely at her side.

And she let him. Fingers interlocking for that moment. The warmth of her touch sending that now-familiar ache for more coursing through his body.

They walked that way to the edge of camp, their fingers lightly connected, their little secret behind their companions back, out of sight.

She only shook off his touch when they could finally spy the circle of light. Their campfire.

He glanced towards his tent, raising his brow at that humble little pallet in the cold. “You sure you want to sleep in the cold, darling?”

“What?” she taunted, folding her arms. “Would you rather I sleep with something cold?”

“Well,” he purred. His brows wriggled, raising and twisting in that voracious leer. “I do still get so chilled in the dark. Might be nice to cuddle up with something warm…”

“Goodnight,” she grinned, slyly and unrelentingly. “With Gale’s wards, you really should rest after that experience.”

“I’d rather… relive that experience…”

Her eyes flickered nervously, scanning around the camp. Her throat bobbed. Her face tweaking, as if her lips wanted his on them again.

Then she just gave him a warm smile, subtle. Inviting. “Goodnight, darling…” she purred back at him before crossing to her little bedroll.

“You know,” he called after her, keeping his distance as hard as it was. “After today, after how you leapt into the dark to … to help me, to find me, I hope you can see it is a strength for you to be so vicious, ruthless, and blood spattered. It’s what saved me…”

Her smile widened, her lips tweaking, definitely fighting the urge to kiss him now. Again. But she turned and departed for her bed. Alone.

Astarion could only shake his head and groan, a sigh of discontentment. But at least he knew he would maybe dream about the softness of her body than the glare of the wolves sent to hunt him down.

And for that, he was grateful.

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hassedah · 5 months ago

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Beliath meets MC's family:

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here's Beliath's part for the headcanon: the boys meet MC's family.

I hope you enjoy it, the next one should normally be on Ivan. ^^

Have a good day and take care of yourself! ^^

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He couldn't be less stressed. Seriously, nothing could be worse than your encounter with his mother, who tried to kill you both, as well as his sister and everyone in the manor. That meet with your parents? That's nothing, after all, they're certainly not going to try and kill you both in a demonic ritual to gain power. So, Beliath simply observes the landscape through the car window while you're driving, he's in a great mood and chats to you about anything he can think of. Ethan has ordered you not to give him the wheel under any circumstances, and from the look on the doctor's face, it didn't occur to you to disobey him. But the closer you get, the more questions Beliath asks.

"Where were you going for fun? It looks like a small town. -There's a park in the centre of town where we used to meet up for a chat after classes. -I see. There wasn't much to do… -There's a shopping centre nearby and a café. -Sounds boring… Isn't there a nightclub? -I didn't go to nightclubs when I was underage and no, there aren't any… the only nightclub is the Moondance. -Pff, I think I'd die of boredom… Well, it's nothing against you or your town, it's just that there's not enough activity for me… -We used to get together a lot at the clothes shop too and at the beach in the summer. -That's not going to convince me that it wasn't supposed to be boring," replies your vampire with a pout. What are we going to eat? -I don't know. -Do your parents know how to cook? -Yes, they can. They can cook. -Good, or can they just cook pasta? -They can cook better than Vladimir and Ethan, if that's what you're worried about. -It's no great feat, even with one hand tied behind my back and a blindfold on, I could cook better than them. -I know, I know, Beliath," you smile, patting his thigh, "you're an excellent cook, no one can do as well as you. Are you happy or do you want more compliments? -Keep saying what an exceptional person I am, your compliments warm my heart."

You laugh softly before starting to list all the compliments you can think of, which seems to be enough for Beliath, who grabs your hand to kiss it.

"You mustn't get home too late, my skin looks terrible if I don't get my ten hours' sleep. -Your skin is always beautiful, my darling. And in the worst case, we'll be sleeping at my parents' house. -Could I see your room at your parents'? -I'll see… if you're nice during dinner. -Hey! I'm always nice! You've never met a nicer vampire than me! I'm the best! -Okay, if you want," you answer, laughing. You're the best, but I won't show you my teenage bedroom unless you're nice. -I'm sure there are star posters all over the walls, just like in the films, and maybe some stuffed animals too, and a chair that used to be your wardrobe. -You're well-informed, aren't you…" you say, giving him a quick glance. -It's because of all the teen series I've watched. -I'm sorry to tell you that teenagers in TV series generally have a much more eventful life than ours… -Rah, boring! You're not sneaking out? Parties till the sun comes up? Chaotic proms with whirlwind romances? Urbex? I've heard it's all the rage at the moment, with lots of young people doing it at Moondance! -Well, you can do those things, but they rarely end up with vampires, dead people or werewolves hiding in the dark corners… "

There was a short silence before you felt Beliath lean towards you, a brief glance towards him and his mischievous smile made you sigh.

"It wasn't because of Urbex outing that you fell into the mansion? -What do you want, Beliath, my life is worthy of a teen series," you joke. -It's a bit like that series," continues your partner, "you know with the girl at highschool who falls in love with a vampire who has a brother… what's that series called again? -That's far too vague a description for me to give you an answer, Beliath. -Yes, they go to school and fight other vampires. -That's what I'm saying, it's just too vague for me. -Maybe… I'll ask Ivan when we get home. I'm sure he knows. -Try to find out more information about it, even Ivan won't be able to answer you otherwise. -She's got one friend who's a witch, and the other's a blonde. Rah, I can't remember. The mayor, his son was a werewolf and there were deaths all the time."

You smiled as Beliath continued to give you information about his series, each one as vague as the next. This kept him busy for the rest of the journey, because even when he'd parked outside your parents' house he still couldn't remember the name of the series, but he'd told you about at least the first two seasons.

"It's all right, Beliath, we'll ask Ivan when we get back. We've only just arrived."

Your vampire leaned back in his seat to observe the house before exclaiming.

"MC! There are garden gnomes! It's a real series house! -Well, not everyone considers garden gnomes a threat to their flowers."

The jab at Vladimir, who wasn't there to defend himself, made your partner laugh. You parked just outside the house before getting out of the car. Once he was beside you, he slipped his hand around your waist before kissing your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your lips. You laughed before gently pushing him away.

"Beliath, concentrate a little, my darling. -I won't be able to kiss you as much once we're at the table, let me refuel first, I'll be very nice afterwards I promise!"

You rolled your eyes in amusement at his pleas before taking his face in your hands to kiss him back. Even if Beliath didn't tell you, you could see that he was much more clingy and tactile with you since his mother attacked you.

"Happy?" you asked after you'd moved away. -Mh… can I have one more to be sure?" asked Beliath with a smile. I haven't had time to think about it too much… "

You gave in to kiss him again and felt his arms close around your waist to pull you closer.

"MC, bunny, you're not going off to war, there's no need to kiss each other like that."

You sighed as you waited for the voice of one of your parents before letting your head fall back against your partner's neck, just above you you could hear Beliath laughing softly.

Your parents were waiting for you on the doorstep, and on seeing them Beliath immediately began his charm routine, which couldn't have worked any better. He was charming, the ideal son-in-law, polite, funny, helpful, and above all, his loving gaze and gestures of affection never ceased towards you.

"You make a lovely little couple," exclaimed one of your parents. It reminds me of my youth and our first family meal. Do you remember that too? -Oh yes, a nightmare," your parent winced at the memory, "I ran over your grandmother's rosebushes when I parked. She sulked for the rest of the evening and chased me away before dessert. -That's not going to happen to me, I'm not allowed to touch the car," joked Beliath. -Aren't you driving? -Ethan lent us his car to come here," you explained, "and I've been instructed not to let that dear boy touch it. -I drove his car into the ditch once, and he's never forgiven me. -Oh! You weren't hurt?! -No, the car, on the other hand," joked your vampire before laughing."

You continued chatting in the entrance hall. Then your parents invited you into the living room, where you settled down for an aperitif. Beliath was next to you on the sofa, while your parents sat in the armchairs. Throughout the aperitif, your vampire led the discussion with ease, seeming totally in his element and occasionally stopping briefly to kiss your hand or cheek before answering a new question from your parents, who were totally under your boyfriend's spell.

"What about your parents? What do they do for a living? -My father died before I was born and my mother, well…"

Beliath smiled mischievously and, sensing the nonsense coming, you cut your partner off before he could start talking nonsense.

"She's dead too. -Oh," exclaimed your parent, "that can't be easy, you've been alone for a long time? -Only a few months, Beliath laughed and you frowned, hoping to persuade him to keep quiet."

At least her laughter could always pass for stress or embarrassment, which it really could be, you know that your partner often sweeps problems under the carpet by joking about them.

"And you have no other family," worries one of your parents. -I have an older sister. We get on very well. -It can't be easy every day. You're young. -Oh, it doesn't matter. I've got MC so it's all good."

You were saved from further questioning by the ringing of the oven bell as your parents got up to prepare the main course in the kitchen and put the aperitif away. You took advantage of this moment to turn back to Beliath.

"Don't tell me you were going to talk about the fight between us and your mother? -It was a joke to see how he would react. -A human probably wouldn't find it very funny. I think my parents would freak out if you told them your own mother tried to kill you in a demonic ritual."

Beliath shrugged with an amused look before leaning in to kiss your cheek.

"Don't tell them that, all right. -Right… sorry, darling, I didn't mean to upset you," replied Beliath with a smile that he wanted to be contrite but was far too amused. -I'm not upset. I was just afraid of what you were going to say. -I won't say it… even if it's the truth. -A truth my parents aren't ready to hear. -And yet, you don't think they'd be proud to have a child who dared to fight a powerful succubus to save partner. -I'll fight all the succubi you want, my love, but you must never tell my parents. I don't think they'd be thrilled to hear the news. -Not thrilled? When their child has the courage to slay a demon to save frail partner? smiles Beliath before kissing you. -My frail partner, who also happens to be half-demon and half-vampire. -And who raves every day about the power and courage of the person he loves. -You don't have to charm me, my darling, I've been charmed for a long time. -I have to tell you how exceptional you are! I could compliment you for hours and never get tired of it."

You smiled in amusement at your vampire, before kissing him, Beliath responded to your kiss with passion before being interrupted by a call from one of your parents in the dining room. You got up to join them and the discussion continued in a pleasant manner as the dishes were served. Beliath was tasting every dish and singing the praises of your parents' cooking. You could tell by the look on their faces that they were flattered, and also that your parents had outdone themselves in the kitchen in terms of the quantity and quality of the food.

"Do you cook?" one of your parents finally asked. -Yes, I do. I do most of the cooking with Raphaël. -Béliath is very talented in the kitchen and it's always a pleasure to eat what he's prepared for us," you added. -Don't the others cook?"

You exchanged a glance with Beliath before sighing at the same time.

"He could probably cook, but that would be risking setting fire to the manor," you reply. -Aaron and Ivan still manage well. -Yes, they can make pasta, that's something… but Vladimir and Ethan. -Well, I don't mind cooking with Vladimir, but I don't want Ethan in my kitchen. I like him a lot, but I sincerely think he confuses cooking with scientific experimentation… sighed Beliath. -It can't be as bad as all that, try one of your parents. -Vladimir nearly blew up the microwave… three times."

Your parents were silent for a moment before looking at each other and back at you, obviously expecting a joke, but you said nothing more and after a moment one of your parents exclaimed.

"And I thought I wasn't very good in the kitchen… -They're making an effort, though," you tried to temper. Vladimir managed to make sandwiches last time."

The discussion turned to the cooking skills of each of your housemates, you didn't hesitate to criticise Vladimir and Ethan's cooking and your parents seemed quite curious. This went on for a long time before the discussion turned to other subjects.

"MC didn't tell us what you do for a living? -What do you mean? -What's your job?" rephrased one of your parents. -I'm a barman," smiled Beliath after giving you a smile, he was proud to have remembered the lie you had planned for this situation. -Barman! -Yes, it's a rather amusing job, I talk to people all night long, they tell me their gossip, I know everything that's going on in the city without even needing to watch the news or open a newspaper, the music's pretty good and on top of that I know how to make excellent cocktails! -Oh, we'll leave that to you next time. I'd love to try a cocktail made by a professional."

The discussion continued for a long time as your parents began to tell you about the parties and outings they used to go to when they were young, you winced at some of the information you would have preferred never to know, but it didn't faze Beliath at all as he also recounted some of the evenings he had spent at the manor, sometimes stopping for a brief moment to stroke your hand or your back, as if not being in contact with you seemed unimaginable to him. Talk of your parties at the manor slowly led to talk of your flat-sharing.

"I understand you live in a shared house," one of your parents asks. Who owns the house? -Vladimir owns it. -That's not a very safe way to live," worried one of your parents. Aren't you afraid you'll have to move from one day to the next? -Not a chance with Vladimir," you immediately reassured your parents. No matter how much he complains about us being there, he can't stand to be alone and he needs us for a lot of things. -I confirm. We only let him go shopping once with Aaron, and he didn't come home all day. We had to go and look for him. He'd got lost in an IKEA and couldn't find the way out."

Your parents remained silent for several seconds looking at you before you sighed.

"The worst thing is, I'm not even surprised. -The worst thing is that he doesn't assume it. He told us he wanted to redecorate and that he hadn't seen the time, while we found him sitting on a sofa like a kitten abandoned in a cardboard box. -Your flat-share looks… rather hectic," said one of your parents after glancing at your other parent. You must not be bored. -Everything's fine most of the time," reassured Beliath with a smile, "it's just that we're rather… -Original? you offered. -Exactly."

Your parents looked a little worried but Beliath resumed the discussion as if nothing had happened and after a few minutes they seemed to have completely forgotten their worries. They finally got up to fetch the desserts from the kitchen, and your vampire took advantage of the moment to turn towards you, dropping his head on your shoulder and mumbling.

"Oh MC, I'm exhausted. It's been years since I seriously socialized with humans without using my vampire powers. Tell me it's almost over? -There's still dessert and coffee, darling. -I can't… well… maybe if you kiss me… -Béliath -A little one? I feel faint."

You sighed, as amused by his behaviour as by his complaints, and then kissed him. You felt your partner smile under the kiss and you parted just before your parents returned to serve dessert. The discussion then resumed about the flat-sharing.

"But now that I think about it, it must be tiring being a barman, isn't there too much noise for you during the day? It can't be easy to rest after a night's work. -Vladimir and Raphaël are very sensitive to noise so we're careful, you explain, and Béliath is a very heavy sleeper. He wouldn't wake up even if the roof fell in on his head. -It's because I'm helping Aaron to look after everyone. Once I've decided to sleep, there's nothing to wake me up for. -It must be nice to be able to sleep like this," says one of your parents. Me, the slightest noise wakes me up. -Pleasant, it depends for whom," you reply. It's rather difficult to wake him up. I have to shake him. -All you have to do is try to make like Sleeping Beauty, maybe I'll wake up with a loving kiss. -I can imagine, Sleeping Beauty is fine with me as long as I'm not forced to fight a dragon with my bare hands. -And a werewolf?"

Your parents looked at you strangely as you burst out laughing, then you shook your head.

"Leave poor Aaron out of it, darling. The others give him enough of a hard time as it is."

The discussion returned to poor Aaron and his workload, about which your parents were a little worried. At one point, without you knowing when, Beliath moved his chair closer to yours so that you were shoulder to shoulder. Sometimes he would lean over and kiss your cheek or whisper something in your ear. Finally, you accompanied one of your parents to the kitchen while Béliath was monopolised by the discussion with the other. Kidnapping would be a more accurate word, given that he couldn't leave the discussion to come and help you.

"He looks charming," smiled your parent as you were left alone. I've rarely seen such a smiling young man. -Beliath is a very sunny person," you replied. He's almost never in a bad mood and he knows how to put a smile on other people's faces. -I'm glad to hear that. I was a bit scared at first when you told us you'd found love. We imagined the worst, and what an idea it was to go out doing urbex, you could have hurt yourself or even worse.

You heard Beliath stifle a laugh in the dining room and sighed.

"I'm fine. I've already told you. I met Beliath in this manor and we both fell under each other's spell. Nothing more serious happened. -All the same. I don't mind. You look healthy, but we didn't hear from you for several months, we were worried sick. -I know, I'm sorry, but you see everything's fine now. -You can't imagine how worried we were. I never thought I'd see you again."

You continued to reassure your relative before returning to the dining room. As soon as seated, Beliath kissed your hand again before smiling mischievously, you didn't need to be inside his head to know that he had heard the whole discussion, your gaze didn't convince him to keep quiet and before he could say anything you kissed him, silencing your partner immediately. Meanwhile, the coffees were served and Beliath took his and resumed the conversation.

After the coffee, the discussion went on for a long time, Beliath and you were both getting tired and all you wanted to do was go back to the manor and get some rest. Unfortunately, your parents didn't think so and continued talking without giving you a chance to make them understand that it was time for you to go home.

Finally, after yet another pointless discussion about the weather and the seasons, you managed to tell them that it was time for you to go home and get some rest. Your parents followed you into the hallway, continuing to chat, and finally, after promising them several times that you'd see them again soon, you got in the car to leave.

Once on the road, Beliath let his head rest against the window before sighing.

"I'm not going to Moondance tomorrow. We're taking Ethan's portable DVD player and having a movie and spa night."

You nodded without taking your eyes off the road. You arrived well after midnight and decided to go up to your room after briefly telling Vladimir and Raphaël about your evening. After changing into more comfortable clothes, Beliath dropped onto the bed, and you came over to lean against his shoulder.

"We won't have had time to visit my teenage bedroom," you whispered before kissing him. You're not too disappointed? -We're going back there anyway. -There's no doubt about it, my parents adore you. -Everyone adores me, I'm an exceptional person and I have a partner who's just as exceptional as I am. Am I not the luckiest vampire on the planet? -You're very lucky indeed," you laugh. I must be too, to have you in my life."

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers béliath

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haro-whumps · 1 month ago

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@ailesswhumptober day 4, "You're a monster" Also tagging @newbornwhumperfly

Melody and Serena had been friends since they were both dumped in the same orphanage, unwanted children, one hated by her father for killing her mother, the other hated by everyone in general. Technically, an orphanage wasn’t really somewhere you were supposed to go if you still had a living parent, so Melody had gotten picked on by the other kids; their parents were dead, hers just hated her. Serena had stood up for her, knocking heads and leaving black eyes on the crying bullies, shouting at them that there was always more where that came from. It had cost her three baby teeth and plenty of black eyes over their time together, but it got the message across.

From then on, it was just them against the world. The two of them staying up late, scaring each other with stories of werewolves and vampires, always waiting just around the corner, ready to snatch up little orphan girls and turn them into monsters. They scared each other with less-real things, too, like ghosts and fairies and giant spiders the size of horses, but the plausibility of a werewolf or vampire snatching them up, stealing the unwanted orphans, always made the terror that much more real. They made each other peanut butter sandwiches and constructed wild stories out of sticks and handmedown dolls. They chased each other around the beat up, muddy grass that was more dirt than greenery, they switched clothes and stole their minders’ makeup, pretending at posh adults, they watched Little Orphan Annie on repeat, wishing for their own Daddy Warbucks and friendly dog.

It wasn’t surprising, that when they were fifteen, hormonal, and curious, that they wound up being each other’s first kiss. Well, Serena had once kissed Jason behind the tree when she was six, but she’d been little and it had been a dare, so she didn’t count it. Melody was her first kiss, as far as she was concerned, the one that mattered. First girlfriends, first roommates, when they hit 18 and immediately got as far away from the shithole they’d grown up in as they could.

Serena dreamed of being an author. Of writing stories, the genre didn’t matter, horror, fantasy, slice of life, she dabbled in everything, stuck her toes in poetry and screenplays, did one atrociously bad standup comedy routine at a cafe’s open mic night that left the two of them giddy and laughing for reasons unrelated to her jokes, submitted short stories to zines and journals, threw longer pieces into the slush piles of publishing agencies, swore she’d make it by as a starving artist.

Melody, well. She’d never had anyone but Serena. And she’d never really had any aspirations of her own. She got a grueling job that paid well with long hours, and put every penny she’d earned into making sure Serena’s dream came true. She didn’t care about what happened to her, never had, never would, but Serena? She’d work twice her shit hours if it meant she could keep telling Serena “don’t worry about the money, baby, you just write your stories.”

Werewolf and vampirism were genetic conditions. The rumors that they could turn a human into one were just that: rumors. You were either born a were or vampire, or you were born a human, you had the genetic mutations or you didn’t. Simple as that. Easy.

Long held was the belief that procreation was impossible, between two people of different species. There was no mule equivalent of a half-were half-human, or a half-vampire half-were, or a half-human half-vampire. Unheard of that anyone would want to procreate with each other, their races locked in a multigenerational cold war that sometimes broke out in skirmishes that wound up with corpses on every side. To think otherwise would be impossible. And if you were a were, or a vampire, you knew from the day you were born, little fangs where milk teeth should be, fur across the back and shoulders as soft and downy as baby hair.

But Serena, at twenty five, was showing signs of—of being a werewolf.

The full moon had always made her a little twitchy, but now she could feel this thing inside her, this beast, a clawing, hungry thing that craved blood and meat and to run howling wild. Their apartment was small, carried by a single paycheck and occasional writing rewards, she and Melody shared a room, it was hard to hide from her girlfriend.

She could smell everything. Intense and distracting. She did dishes and cleaned up much more than she had, driven nuts by the smell of dust or soggy food stuck to plates or the general buildup that always favored showers and toilets. Melody smiled and kissed her and praised her for being such a responsible and impressive adult. Serena pretended she was just trying to pull her weight, the chemical smell of cleaner burning in her nose.

She was growing hair on her arms. Hair on her chest, on her shoulders, on her back. The hair on her legs grew in thick and fast. She shaved everything, every day, relentless about her appearance like she had never, ever been before. Melody ran her hands over Serena’s skin and praised how smooth and soft she felt, now, how Melody had never expected this outta her but how fun it was to rub her hands up and down the length of her. Serena kissed her and kept the truth fully locked.

She desperately researched half-werewolves, latent werewolfcy, anything, anything that could explain what was happening to her. She told herself that if anyone asked, she could just say she was doing research for a story. It was perfectly in line. Melody would never search her computer anyway, but even so, she obsessively cleared her search history, just in case.

It wasn’t enough.

It was never going to be enough.

The truth was always going to come out eventually.

“M-Melody,” she gasped, the too-sharp claws held out placatingly, hands up, fingers condemning.

“You—”

“Melody, it isn’t what it looks like,” she lied around fangs, the moonlight coming in behind her.

“You’re not human.”

“I—”

“You’re a werewolf.”

“Melody, no, it isn’t—”

“How long have you been lying to me!?” Melody demanded, disgust and fear and hatred on the face of the only woman that had ever loved her.

“I, just a few months, I didn’t know what was happening to me, I still don’t, Melody please, trust me—”

“You slept in the same bed as me.”

“Melody, please—”

“On the full moon, for months, you’ve been sleeping in the same bed as me! All our lives!”

“This didn’t happen to me all our lives! Please, Mel, I’m telling you the truth, it only recently started happening, and, and I don’t know what’s causing it and I, I, I’m scared, Mel, and I can’t stand to lose you, please, I don’t know what’s happening to me, I don’t want what’s happening to me, Melody please, please, don’t look at me, don’t look at me like—”

“You’re a monster.”

#serena #melody #ailesswhumptober #ailesswhumptober2024 #betrayal #werewolf #lady whump #for those curious: melody DOES get her head out of her ass after she has a chance to calm down and apologizes for what she said #and they do work it out #but first: gotta hurt my girls <3 #you understand #mine #writing

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darkcrowprincess · 11 months ago

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Oh my God ?! Are you team Jacob for Twilight ?! So then ! I have to say that I have nothing against the canon ships of this saga. (Yes even the very controversial Jacob & Renesme. I generally put my brain in off mode for that by telling myself that SM as a mother herself must not have thought about it very deeply) And I must say that I always been team Edward, even still technically today. But I'm no longer an enthusiast at all because the flaws in the story are now staring me in the face. And even if I'm not crazy about Jacob & Bella either and hated it when I was younger, I have to say that today I totally understand why we would love these two together. BUT ABOVE ALL ! Damn, I have a huge crush on Jacob in the second film... Like the actor, after gaining muscle, had a wow effect on me and I've always liked guys with beautiful, long, well-maintained hair. And Jacob was just magnificent in the second movie. Even his behavior towards Bella was adorable. Beyond that, I still say it today that if I had been Bella... Even if I am very fascinated by vampires... Damn I would have been with Jacob. Also... Damn the heat he must give off ! As a big chill person, this totally appeals to me ! And the wolf shape is so awesome and impressive ! When I watch the films again I admit I don't understand why Bella prefers to freeze to death with Edward. Also, I realized growing up that when Edward talks... I sometimes want to make him shut up because it can be so corny and annoying.

I am not a fan of twilight. I only read up to eclipse and stopped reading the books after that. I've seen the movies but mostly find them boring except the last two. Saying that, I do find the secondary characters and background characters more interesting than Bella and Exward. Everything is more interesting than Bella and Edward. I especially hate Bella. Book version of her more than anything. She is a very annoying, boring, selfish person. Just every thought in her head makes me want to slap her.

Twilight Vampires freak me out and are way too over powered. For the most part I don't like Stephanie Meyers. You can tell she is a Mormon white woman with how she writes. I do love Jacob and the werewolves though. Jacob in general is my sunshine boy and he deserves happiness and I hate Bella or leading him on. I feel so bad for his tribe and what these selfish Vampires constantly do to them and their land. I especially hate the books and movies for the bad reputation they give to classical novels and plays. Especially romeo and juliet. Twilight has nothing to do with romeo and juliet. And there are no parallels or comparisons between them. If Stephanie Meyers wanted to do that, the should have made Edward and Jacob fall love than if anything.

If I had to choose werewolves no question. Not only are they cute looking and badass. But they're warm and human still for the most part. Twilight Vampires are stone cold statues that are ment to look beautiful. They don't live. They don't sleep, they don't eat, sex would eventually get boring because their never tired, and any second now they can lose control from hunger of human blood and kill everyone, plus animal blood never satisfies them! So honestly what joy comes from being a vampire in this universe?! Bella is just so stupid for picking this life and Edward.

I had a huge crush on Taylor Launter as a kid. Had a poster of him on the wall of my bedroom ceiling. Though I also cried when him and Taylor Swift broke up and listened to 'Back to December' a million times.

Edward I find so boring too. Mostly I hate how he treats Bella more like a pet/child. While reading the books it annoyed me so much how he wouldn't fuck her or kiss her in a hot way. His romance with Bella and his reasons for holding back were stupid and boring. Though when he left in New Moon. I hated him. After everything they been through he's just going to abandon her just like that. Moron. The whole save your soul thing I did not understand because I wasn't really religious so I did not get it. Now though I still find it stupid and I'm constantly reminded that Stephanie is Mormon. The whole book I'm constantly reminded that Stephanie is a white female Mormon. She grew up as one and your constantly reminded of that in the book and it freaks me out.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

#my thoughts #team jacob #jacob black #anti Stephanie Meyers #anti twilight saga #books

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larabiatasstuff · 1 year ago

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Part six 🖤

"Y/N! What a surprise I thought my little trap would have ended you but here you are. Unfortunately no one in the village will hear from your heroic return. They will all turn into werewolves and I will be the one they will obey to." "Not as long as I'm alive and breathing. This insanity ends tonight." the elder gave me a dark grin "It's a shame you would be a very special and strong specimen." then he stomped his staff on the ground and the wolfs started attacking us,but I had another target. I would kill the man who caused all that pain. I pulled out my sword and jumped at him but he was fast and strong. No matter what I did he could always block my actions. He swung his stuff and I landed on the ground "Poor Y/N you almost...." but he got cut off by a hand that came out of his chest. The elder fell to the ground and Valek appeared behind him. "Are you alright my treasure?" he asked looking me up and down. "Yes what about the others." we turned around and couldn't believe what we saw. The werewolves were gone and there were people, villagers were standing in the forest before us. "What the hell?" I asked. "Thank you, thank you so much for saving us. We thought this was our fate." "We should take them to your village and tell the people everything." Valek said. I nodded took his hand and all together we walked to the village. Everyone was happy about my return but they also were a little hesitant when they saw the vampires. We told them about the village elder controlling the werewolves with some kind of magic and ow they returned to their human form after his death. Some of the villagers remembered some of the people that were cursed and among them was also the real village elder. "Y/N, Valek because of you and your friends the curse is finally broken and we can return home. Y/N whatever you wish it should be granted." "I'm happy that we could bring families back together, that the real elder is now leader of the village and that there is no danger for our people anymore. There's nothing I could wish for dear elder cause I already have what I wish for." I said looking at Valek squeezing his hand." I will go with him and his people cause that's where my heart is. " " If that's what you want but know that there is always a place in this village for all of you. " we said our goodbyes and made our way back to the camp. "Are you sure you want to come with me my treasure? I would understand if you want to go back home." "You are my home Valek and wherever you go I will go too. I love you Jan Valek." he took my face in his hand and smiled "And I love you my beautiful treasure." with that he pulled me into the most sensual kiss ever.

Part one here 🖤

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #jan valek x reader #jan valek

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libraryofnika · 4 months ago

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⋆˙⊹ Recent Arcs I Received⊹˙⋆

I will make it a habit to post the arcs I received from Netgalley, authors, Edelweiss and the like since I'm so often scrolling down on Tumblr and on my blog to remind me of the books I should be reading since I'm prone to forgetting things 🙈 . I will also be categorizing them by their release dates according to Netgalley or the dates I've been told by the email details.

There are a total of 20 arcs I've received recently that I have yet to read 🙈 Anyway, I've linked each synopsis ✨

The Ex Vows (Netgalley)- Estranged exes must stick close together to save their best friend’s wedding after a string of disasters in this swoony and steamy second-chance romance. (July 18, 2024) The Enslaved Mate (via author)- Urban Fantasy romance with Vampires and Werewolves. (July 19, 2024) If Only You Knew (Netgalley)- A psychological thriller that revolves around a divorcee, Emily, who finds herself being followed by someone. (July 28, 2024)

A Wildfire in the Grove (via author)- Fantasy romance with Dragons! (August 5, 2024) Gilded Wicked Mirrors (BOMM)- A royalty, fantasy romance with vampires and the like. (August 6, 2024) Wicked Serve (Netgalley)- Hockey Romance. Brother's rival. (August 13)

Mistress of Lies (Netgalley)- Adult Queer Fantasy Novel. Has vampires, assassinations, and on it and is tagged with poly relationships. (August 15, 2024) Of Silver and Sin (via author)- Queer Fantasy romance navigating through warring gods. Also enemies to lovers with magical bonds. (August 20, 2024) Immortal Dark (Netgalley)- The Cruel Prince meets Ninth House in this dangerously romantic dark academia fantasy, where a lost heiress must infiltrate an arcane society and live with the vampire she suspects killed her family and kidnapped her sister. (September 5, 2024)

This Fatal Kiss (Netgalley)- Spirit away with a whimsical fantasy filled with dark magic and flirty, polyamorous romance. Also queer! (September 10, 2024)

Counting Miracles (Netgalley)- From the acclaimed author of The Longest Ride and The Notebook comes an emotional, powerful novel about wondering if we can change—or even make our peace with—the path we’ve taken. (September 24, 2024)

The Ruin of Evangeline Jones (Netgalley)- A rebranding of cover. This is a gothic, historical romance that is also enemies to lovers. I believe I gave the first book of this series a 3⭐. (September 24, 2024)

The Bell Witches (NetGalley)- YA Fantasy Romance (September 26, 2024) Inheritance of Scars (Edelweiss)- YA Dark Fantasy, Norse Myth (October 1, 2024) A Song To Drown Rivers (Netgalley)- Inspired by the legend of Xishi, one of the famous Four Beauties of Ancient China, A Song to Drown Rivers is an epic historical fantasy about womanhood, war, sacrifice, and love against all odds. (October 3, 2024)

My Kind of Trouble (NetGalley)- A small-town- contemporary Romance with an autistic spectrum disorder. (October 8, 2024) The Black Hunger (NetGalley)- a queer, gothic, horror historical novel (October 8, 2024) Legend of the White Snake (NetGalley)-A snake spirit transforms into a boy and must hide his true identity after falling for a headstrong prince in this lush, romantic retelling of the traditional Chinese folktale. (October 15, 2024)

Beautiful Broken Love (Netgalley)- From New York Times bestselling author Shanora Williams comes an emotional page-turner about two people still reeling from tragedy who look to each other for the strength to move forward. (December 3, 2024)

Boys With Sharp Teeth (Netgalley)- A queer, vampire, eerie dark academia YA debut about daring revenge, twisted desire, and the sinister forces lurking behind the walls of an elite boarding school. (April 8, 2025)

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ronanceisintheair · 2 years ago

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Ik vampires turn into bats; but hear me out.

Vampire!Nancy that transforms into a black feline(maybe a panther) paired with werewolf!Robin.

They are a couple that feels like they shouldn't work, the dogs and cats don't get along archetype.

Dorky and lovable Robin, with serious stoic, prickly Nancy.

Except they are both these things, Robin can be a terrible unhinged beast that rips the larynx out of men, fur clumped with blood, pupils filled with hungry hate.

And holy fuck if this doesn't make Nancy shake to the core. But in a way where afterwards she's extra tender and soft with Robin:

Giving her girlfriend/wife soft praise. Telling her how she's such a good girl and how much she loves her.

Then there's Nancy's soft, sensitive, sappy side. Just a complete puddle for things like stuffed animals, stray animals, and cliche rom-coms.

A pout so contrasting to her usual demeanor that it shoots through Robin like a beam of light. It leaves her hands warm and tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.

Robin who looks at her with a contrasting dark look to that precious pout:

Telling Nancy how hot and intimidating she is. Reminding her that she's a ravenous, enchantress who has broke the neck of many. How Robin would do anything Nancy told her to do, commanded her to do, if you will.

#ronance #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #don't get hot and bothered besties #vampires and werewolves should kiss and kill together

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writing-the-stars · 2 years ago

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Forgotten

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader, Elena Gilbert x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: After seemingly being forgotten by your childhood friends, you seek comfort in a mysterious stranger

Warnings: Angst (Because I’m an Angsty Bitch Who Needs Angst to Survive), Hurt/Comfort, Elena (Because I Know How Most of Y’all Feel About Her). Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Hey guys! I’m finally getting around to showing some love to Elijah. I’m debating on whether or not I should turn this into a series or not. Let me know if that is something you all might be interested in! As always, thank you guys so much for reading!!! Please feel free to leave a comment or send in an ask. I love interacting with you all. Have a wonderful day!!!

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4:30 p.m.

An hour and a half past the time Elena was supposed to come home for your girls' day. A despondent feeling washes over you as you finally accept the fact that Elena has blown you off once again. You can’t even say you’re surprised as this behavior has become expected of her as of late. Your heart is just broken.

Ever since the Salvatore brothers moved into town, it’s been made clear you are no longer a priority in her life. Hell, you’re no longer even a priority in the group’s life— your presence slowly being diminished as they whisper in secret behind your back, conveniently have plans or forget to show up to your scheduled hangouts, or just not invite you to theirs at all. It kills you to watch the people you’ve grown up with— Elena since diapers— push you out of their lives. The four of you experienced your entire lives together, witnessing and supporting each other through every milestone— first kisses, first relationships, first school dance, first heartbreaks, first times of the month. Seeing how all of those memories— your lifelong friendships— can be so effortlessly rendered worthless with the arrival of two boys tears through your heart, leaving you with the ragged pieces.

Unbeknownst to you, however, the gang’s intentions were never to hurt you. Instead, they have been trying so laboriously to do the opposite. You, by some miracle, have been one of the few residents of Mystic Falls who has not been affected by the supernatural presence that thrives there. You have remained blissfully unaware of the vampires, witches, and werewolves that coexist with you in the small Virginian town. As far as your friends are concerned, that is exactly how they will keep you safe, even if it’s unknowingly the catalyst of your emotional anguish.

Hot tears dampening the rounded apples of your cheeks, you gather your things, tired of looking foolish and desperate in front of the people you have shared your life with. You are done fighting for your previous place in their lives which they have clearly refilled.

Storming out of Elena’s home, you are surprised to see a tall gentleman— arm raised as if he were about to knock— rather than the neighborhood you spent the majority of your childhood riding your bike around. Instinctively, you take a step back, placing distance between you and the stranger at Elena’s door.

“My apologies, I did not mean to startle you,” the tall brunet speaks— his voice calm and carefully crafted.

You take in the man’s appearance, noticing the tailored suit hugging his frame and your heart begins to race as you start imagining the worse. Surely a man with such obvious distinction did not happen to stumble across the Gilbert residence, he has to have been brought here. Given the recent calamities that have intercepted your best friend’s life, your mind can’t help but conjure the possibilities of trouble Elena or Jeremy could have gotten themselves into. You wonder if you will have to tell Jenna and what would you say given the outcome of the situation.

“Are you alright?” the gentleman at the door inquires, interrupting your racing thoughts and bringing you back to the present moment. You blink, realizing you never answered the man, and begin to laugh— your nervous tick.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be at the door.”

You clear your throat, “Has something happened? Is everything okay?” He tilts his head, eyes narrowing, a visual indicator of his analysis of your words. “That’s what I came here to find out. I had an engagement scheduled with Elena,” he reveals, hoping you could provide him with the reason behind her absence.

A dry laugh escapes your lips— your annoyance with the brunette pushing through the growing concern you had for her seconds before. “Well, join the club. She was supposed to meet me here at 3. If you really want to find her, look for Damon and Stefan Salvatore. Wherever they are, she is,” you tell the well-dressed gentleman— your disdain for the two brothers made quite evident through the bitterness soaking your voice.

He smiles down at you, beginning to see why you’re the only friend of the doppelgänger he had yet to formally meet, "I guess it’s safe to assume you're not a fan of the Salvatores." You roll your eyes at his massive understatement— your irritation beginning to reach its breaking point. “Don’t even get me started,” you state, knowing you could rant about your semi-undeserved hatred for the two brothers for hours.

Stewing in your vexation, you miss the way the Original Vampire studies you. He has seen you from afar, of course, when he was gathering the information he needed to procure Elena. But now that he is seeing you up close, there is a curiosity about you— an otherness that separates you from the rest of the group. You seem leaden, burdened by the weight of the world. He wonders how someone so young could be so harrowed— the vampire being out of touch with the trials of tribulations of mortal existence.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I would be happy to listen,” he offers, his intrigue winning him over. Your eyes widen as you look him over, shocked by his proposition. You can’t remember the last time anyone offered to listen to you talk. Silently, you question the man, wondering why he would waste any of his time listening to you, but the rational part of you is overruled by the intense desire to finally have somebody’s attention— even if it is a stranger’s.

Walking over to the swing that hangs off the Gilberts’ porch, you begin opening up to Elena’s mysterious visitor and it feels orgasmic to finally have someone listen to you— to acknowledge you and be attentive. For you to not feel discarded, but seen for all you are. That feeling is so intoxicating that you end up sharing far more with the gentleman than you had ever intended— far more than he had expected. You tell him everything— how your mother died when you were 3 and your dad is hardly ever home because of his job as a truck driver, how you spent most of your childhood with the Gilberts because there was no one else around to care for you, how you grew up inseparable from Elena and eventually the rest of the gang. You enlighten him on your hatred for the Salvatores because one by one they robbed you of the only family you ever really had without even possessing the bonds you had built with them. You share with him how you once again feel abandoned by the people you love and how devastated you are by their betrayal. You tell him how you can’t even begin to comprehend how everything you all have been through together can just suddenly not matter, how it feels like they’re telling you that you don’t matter. You tell him so much that you run out of things to say— only able to sob out all of the pent-up emotions that had been brewing inside of you for months.

And through it all, the vampire stays by your side, intently listening to every word that spills from your lips. When speaking became too much, he pulled you into his side, letting you cry onto him. The more he listened to you, the deeper his affinity for you grew. He saw the young woman broken by the sway of the universe, the lost little girl longing for her place in the world. He saw that flicker of hope for the good of humanity and how quickly it was being snuffed out. As he watched you cry, he knew he had to protect it— protect you. He understood the decisions your friends were making knowing the true cause of them, but that didn’t mean he liked the results.

You break away from the warmth of the man’s comforting embrace suddenly aware of the embarrassing predicament you have placed yourself in. With a flush to your cheeks, you apologize to the kind stranger for your unhampered display of emotions, but he swiftly dismisses it, reassuring you he was more than happy to provide you some solace.

You smile at the man, marveling at his beauty and compassion. He is so gentle with you— a complete stranger. His warmth and affection towards you is something you know you will be chasing for the rest of your life. He is magnificent and angelic.

As you look him over, your revere for the man twists into horror as you take note of the stain your running makeup left behind— permanently marring the expensive fabric of his suit. “I am so sorry,” you sincerely apologize, guilt eating at you for the damage you’ve caused. “I’ll help you pay for it. Shifts at the Grill don’t pay much, but I’m sure if I take on enough extra ones, I will eventually have enough money to pay you,” you offer, trying to find a solution to the mess you created, knowing full well you will probably never earn enough to cover even a fraction of the cost of the suit. The Original smiles down at you, amused by your concern over his suit— such a trivial matter.

“I own plenty of suits. Please, don’t worry about this one.”

You stare back at him incredulously, once again baffled by the gentleman’s generosity. You want to protest against his easy forgiveness and kindness, but the arrival of a vintage red Porsche Coupe steals your attention. Elena emerges from the vehicle— confusion coloring her expression.

“Y/N, what are you doing in here?” the brunette inquires as she ascends the steps to her porch. A scoff escapes your lips as another piece of your heart is ripped to shreds by her negligence of your friendship.

“Elijah,” the brunette questions, noticing the vampire standing behind you for the first time, “What’s going on?”

“Well, we’ve been sitting here waiting for you because apparently you couldn’t be bothered to show up to any of the events you planned. Remember our Girls Day of Fun?” you question your childhood friend— your anger with her behavior as of late reaching its boiling point.

Elena’s eyes widen in realization before her face quickly contorts into one of guilt, feeling mortified she’s forgotten about your plans once again.

"Y/N, I am so sorry. I—"

"Let me guess, you were too busy hanging out with Damon and Stefan to remember that you had plans with your best friend. Which, might I remind you, was set in place to make up for all the other times you abandoned me," you say, cutting her off, venom lacing your voice.

The brunette visible winces at the sting of your words, but you are far too gone in your outrage to care about her wounded feelings. After all, it’s not like she hasn’t been killing yours this entire time. “Y/N, please, you have to understand-” Elena begins, but you are quick to cut her off. “No, Elena, I don’t have to understand. You can not possibly have one valid reason for why you consistently keep blowing me off. You are supposed to be my best friend. I have known you since we were in diapers, so I can not even begin to comprehend why you, and everyone else for that matter, have been pushing me off for the freaking Salvatore brothers. I have been here for you way longer than they have and I have helped you through more than they possibly ever could. I expect this from Caroline, but from you, Elena..." you trail off, the lump swelling in your throat. “I just don’t understand why I’m being replaced,” you finally breathe out, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions.

The Original Vampire inches closer to you, feeling an impulsive need to shelter you from the source of your anguish. He remains quiet, however, understanding the importance of you two having this conversation. But his presence remains nearby waiting to swoop in whenever he is needed.

Elena’s eyes mirror the same tears decorating your cheeks as she encloses her arms around you. The doppelgänger hates that her actions have been hurting you, but with a supernatural development seemingly emerging every five minutes, it has been hard for her to ensure your safety and spend time with you. “I’m not replacing you. You’re still my best friend. It’s just… things are complicated,” she tells you, hoping that you’ll understand the inexpedient dilemma she’s been placed in.

Unfortunately, you can’t understand what you don’t know and you find yourself wondering about the possible meaning behind her vague words. But exhausted from the emotionally taxing day, you let the subject drop, opting to accept her cryptic explanation. You want nothing more than to go home and curl into bed. Elijah, whose presence you had completely forgotten in the midst of your confrontation, seems to sense your desire as he places a comforting hand on your shoulder and offers to escort you home.

Over your shoulder, Elena throws a glare at the Original, not liking the idea of leaving you alone with the vampire. But since Elijah has given her his word that he would not harm her friends, she allows you to leave with him, telling you that she will check on you in the morning. Nodding, you accept the distinguished gentleman’s outstretched hand and allow him to accompany you home.

Upon your arrival, you turn towards the man who has acted as more of a friend to you in the past hour than your friends have in months and envelop him in a hug of your own. The Mikaelson is caught off guard by the sudden contact but is quick to wrap you in his arms— pleased to be having such an affectionate moment with the girl who has quickly whittled a place for her in his heart.

“Thank you. So much. For everything. And I’m so sorry you had to see that,” you thank Elijah for his abundant kindness to you, pulling out of the comfort of his embrace.

“I would happily do it again,” he informs you— a smile lighting up your features.

“Bye, Elijah,” you part, entering your house and leaving a shocked Mikaelson in your wake. He hadn’t realized you caught his name.

"Goodbye, Y/N," he whispers, smiling down at his new favorite suit jacket.

Part 2

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heeseung-min · 2 years ago

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may i request witch! sunghoon making y/n drink a love potion that he made to make them fall in love with him

Hello!!! Thank you for the request😆 I hope you enjoy this

[01:15]

It's 2022 and technology has been advanced. People can do many things online such as purchasing something, reading, chatting and more. So, the new generation didn't believe into old shits about witch,vampire and werewolves. If someone really said those things are real, people would laugh at them and being called crazy.

But, that's okay for Sunghoon. As a witch and introvert person, he preferred to be alone and keep everything in a low profile. He can easily do what he want without people getting suspicious on him.

He stared at his bestfriend who was too focus on her assignment, Y/N. She and Sunghoon has been best friends for five years since they started their uni year.

Sunghoon really like Y/N. No,he loves her. The girl is so innocent and sometimes Sunghoon hates how people will take advantange of her because she is too kind. So, at the night he will poison all of them to make them regret by touching you at the first place.

Sunghoon also hates how you are so oblivious about his acts on you. How can you really think him cooking for you and always bring you to dates is a friend thing? Are you really that dumb or what?

And, the thing that he hates the most is your boyfriend, Soobin.

You guys just started dating five months ago. When Sunghoon knew about that, he can't help but to kill other people that were innocent just to release his stress.

Months after months he spent his time learning about making a love potion so he can easily break you relationship with your boyfriend.

As for today, you decided to study with Sunghoon since you guys take the same subjects and Soobin being a good boyfriend trusted you and let you study with him. Too bad,he didn't know what he did to himself.

Sunghoon decided to put the potion into your cold water and stir it. Luckily, the potion didn't have any colours so you will not noticed about it.

"Y/n, you have been looking on the screen for too long. Here, drink this."

"Thank you so much, Hoon. I didn't realised I just spent three hours on this essay."

Y/n smiled brightly and gulped on her water. The taste of water kinda odd but the girl ignored it and continued to do her work again. Sunghoon waited until few minutes for the potion to work on her body. It made the girl slightly dizzy and feel sleepy.

"You look tired, honey. Want to sleep?"

Sunghoon's voice is so soothing that made y/n sleep on his lap. He gather his strength and picked her up and went to the bed so they can sleep together. When she wakes up, it will be a new world for both of them.

"Uhm"

"Baby, are you awake?"

"..hoon?"

You stared at Sunghoon who was on top of your body looking at you with his eyes full of love. You couldn't help but to blush because of the close distance. Sunghoon looked so beautiful making you wanted to kiss his lips.

"What do you think about, baby?"

Sunghoon smiled and caressed your face. You tried to focus on his eyes but when he bit his lips, you lost.

"I want to kiss you, hoon."

"Do you love me, baby?"

"Yes, I love you so much."

With that, Sunghoon closed the distance and kissed your lips. His hands also keep moving and touched your skin under the shirt and lastly he went to unattached your bra.

"You are mine, y/n. Only I can do this to you."

The small camera between the books on the shelves become the audience for what Sunghoon did.

"Can you believe that, Soobin? Y/N loves me not you. You should realised about this from earlier."

Soobin glared at Sunghoon who was just finished showing the video. His body has been tied to the chair and he can't do anything because it was too tight and he already had difficulty to breathe.

"You did something to Y/N. She didn't cheat on me!!!"

"Yes, I made her fall in love with me. She should be together with me but you ruined it. You should not exist, Soobin.You should die. But, don't worry. I will help you to do that."

"W-what..?"

Soobin was confused at Sunghoon's words. But, before he could say anything Sunghoon already reading some words while poke a needle to the doll that dressed like Soobin many times until bloods coming out from Soobin's mouth.

"Nobody will disturb my life with y/n anymore."

Ayo, is that good? 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ i'm worried bcs this is the first time im writing about witch🥺 I hope you guys enjoy it😆😆

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ladyloveandjustice · 2 years ago

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NOBODY TOLD ME CARMILLA WAS A CATGIRL

As if she wasn’t ALREADY an icon, she can turn into a black cat??? and feeds on pretty girls? as a cat???

well i get the idea was old school vampires could turn into anything (I’d say we should bring that back but i imagine werewolves would get mad) but it would be so funny to me. Carmilla’s a lesbian of course she wants to turn into a cat I feel you girl

anyway yeah this whole novel is extremely funny listening to as a modern person Carmilla is so flagrant about her intentions she doesn’t even have to try with these people. (also the narrator for the audiobook does a very over the top ‘I vant to suck you blood” voice for her so that just adds to it)

She hits on Laura constantly. just.

with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, “You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.”

and Laura’s like “i don’t understand why she does this. are we related (lol stay tuned). OR IS SHE A MAN IN DISGUISE LIKE IN MY ROMANTIC ADVENTURE NOVELS??? no, i guess not. god i’m out of explanations, guess she’s crazy, anyway here’s another paragraph about how hot she is.”

Then there’s just this entire sequence that’s so funny like a funeral procession that goes by and Laura sings along with the funeral procession and it’s like

Carmilla: STOP SINGING THAT SHIT! FUCK! MY EARS!

Laura: but someone died. You know how all these women have been mysteriously dropping dead near our home? it sure is weird, anyway there was a girl-

Carmilla: I don’t remember the names of peasants

Laura: wow, ok.

Carmilla: Can you not assume everyone shares your religion? also like, what’s so bad about dying. in my opinion it’s great. it is a fantastic time, take it from me. anyway, hold me really tight until I forget your shitty Christian song.

Laura: ok!!!

Carmilla: yeeeeeah baby squeeze harder that’s the stuff

genuinely extremely funny

even funnier is when this guy comes by, and though Laura makes some shitty comments about him being a hunchback, he is out there making the correct calls, because he says “yeah a vampires out there killing people” then is immediately like “but I assume it is a man” and Carmilla is clearly secretly cackling about breaking the vampire glass ceiling. Then he’s like “oh unrelated to the vampire thing, hey girl notice you have really sharp teeth. man don’t those hurt? I’m good at dentistry I can yank it out. so you don’t have that ugly fish tooth” and Carmilla is like “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! GOD I SHOULD BURN HIM ALIVE” but then calms down as soon as he leaves. I’m just. incredible. This man walked up to a vampire and was like “want me to pry those shitty fangs out of your mouth with some pliers” what a legend.

also very funny is when Laura’s dad comes home and is like “don’t worry we’re not like those superstitious peasants we don’t have to be afraid of disease because we love God, who made all of nature-”

Carmilla: yeah and nature made this, ahem, disease too. It’s totally natural. so what does that tell you. about “God”.

Laura’s dad: ...

Carmilla: fuckin’ CHECKMATED.

Laura’s dad: well anyway a doctor’s coming

Carmilla: ppft, doctor couldn’t cure me, bitch.

Laura: gosh you were sick???

Carmilla: don’t worry about it.

like honestly i love her. she’s out here making great points.

AND she’s poetic. look at this shit.

“But to die as lovers may—to die together, so that they may live together. Girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don’t you see—”

Like, I love that she’s making arguments for Laura to join her as a vampire. She’s not just being lazy and locking her in as castle like Dracula, she wants Laura to be in on this, she wants her to see that every man they have to deal with is a grub and larvae and that she should become beautiful butterfly with her.

anyway after this Laura finds an old picture that looks EXACTLY LIKE CARMILLA, noting it has a mole on her throat exactly where she does (that’s such a cool detail for a vampire to have tbh) but her dad is just like haha sure honey but Carmilla plays it cool and explains she’s descended from this woman and Laura’s like omg I’m distantly related to the Karnstiens too~ and Carmilla is literally targeting her distant descendant huh. guys i hate to say this but Carmilla’s problematic :/ disappointed in her :/

but baby who wouldn’t want to join her lesbian death cult

“I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.”

“I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.”

How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!

Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.

Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. “Darling, darling,” she murmured, “I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.”

Laura’s like HAHA ANOTHER OF HER WEIRD FITS OF INSANITY AGAIN HAHA WHAT A STANGE (hot) GIRL Carmilla is being so patient and this girl must be on her last nerve, I feel bad for her.

But she does get a reward, for she turns into a black cat and sucks some of Laura’s blood that night and then plays it off like “omg I too saw a cat last night how strange” and to me it like she’s imagining the future where Laura can also turn into a cat and suck her blood. She just wants some mutual sucking here. Rooting for her.

(It does take a lot of the tension out of things that Laura explicitly says she’s narrating all this ten years later so we know she survives (and also from how she talks is not a vampire) so we can guess the ending, because I’d be 50/50 on her chances otherwise. going to travel back in time 150 years to give LeFanu my critique).

#nev reads carmilla #i think I do remember something about the cat thing in the webseries but it's been so long

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spunky-89 · 3 years ago

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All Power (Kol Mikaelson x Female Reader)

A/N: Woo a new fic! Cause updating or finishing old WIPs is apparently not as cool. Also, this fic is a bit of a crossover from Teen Wolf, not anything like major, just some references and such.

Word Count: 1.8 k

Warnings: None that I can think of

The air was tense in the courtyard as Kol stood protectively in front of his lover, facing off against his pain-in-the-ass hybrid brother. Elijah stood between the two trying to keep them from tearing each other apart. Freya was off to the side holding herself, feeling guilty for starting this disagreement.

“You come anywhere near her Nik and I swear it will be the last thing you do.” Kol threatened.

“I don’t like liars, especially not in the house where my daughter sleeps,” Klaus growled.

“You really think I wouldn’t make sure that my girlfriend had no ill intent towards my niece? Do you think that low of me brother?”

“Enough, both of you,” Elijah spoke, turning slightly to look at his youngest brother and his lover. “Now, would you care to share what this ruckus is all about?”

“I don’t know, ask Nik.” Kol spat, rage in his eyes.

“You stand there and make me the bad guy when it is your pet human that is lying and has been her whole time with us.” Klaus proclaimed.

“And how do you know this Niklaus?” Elijah inquired.

“Because I sensed it,” Freya spoke up, moving closer to the brewing storm.

“Sensed what Freya?” Kol snapped, becoming more and more fed up with the current situation.

“Something… off,” She tried, struggling to find the words.

“You need to do better than that sister, or else this is a waste of time because you have no grounds to accuse my girlfriend of anything.”

“Enough.” The woman came out from her position behind Kol and came to stand next to him. “Please just stop, all of you.” She requested.

“Darling?” Kol gave her a questioning look and she gave a heavy sigh.

“She isn’t wrong, I’m not human,” She started, avoiding eye contact and staring at the ground. “Well, not entirely human I should say.” She then looked to Klaus, “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t sense it. I mean typically wolves have a sense for this sort of thing.” She remarked.

“Get to the point, my patients is waning fast,” Klaus warned. As he did so, Kol took a threatening step forward, only to be stopped by a hand on his arm.

“Okay, calm down. The short version is I’m a werewolf.” The woman stated plainly.

“You can’t be, you’ve never turned on a full moon,” Kol stated, looking to his girlfriend in confusion.

“That’s because I’m a different breed and I’ve learned to control it.” She then gave a bashful smile at him and said, “I also happen to have an amazing anchor that keeps me grounded.”

“That’s it,” Klaus growled and sped at the supposed werewolf and pinned her to the wall, his eyes glowing golden. “Who are you?”

She saw Kol move to intervene but she shot him a look to let her handle this. She smirked as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, opening them to reveal her eyes were glowing a vibrant purple, wolfish features taking over her face slightly. And before Klaus could make a comment or move, she dug her claws deep into his side and rake them upwards, causing him to release her in shock. She used that moment to roundhouse kick him away from her.

“Who am I? Well, I’m someone you really don’t want to piss off.” She huffed, fixing her clothes.

Kol was looking at her wide-eyed, never having seen her like that before. He watched in fascination as her face shifted back to the one he loved so much, though the claws on her hands didn’t disappear.

While Kol was focused on her, she was focused on Klaus. She knew she just poked the sleeping bear, or well in this case wolf. She acted casual, but she was ready for a full-fledged brawl. She heard him let out a chuckle, and her heart went icy cold. She knew that kind of chuckle. It was the kind that told her she’d just pissed him off and he was amused by her attempt to hurt him.

“That was a neat trick, love,” He said as he stood back up to his regular height. “But you’ll have to do a lot better than that if you want to hurt me.” He growled as his eyes flared and he started to rush towards the woman. Before he could even get close Kol threw him to the other side of the courtyard.

“I told you Nik, not a hair.” He seethed, standing protectively in front of his girlfriend, who was now minorly terrified and clutched onto the back of his jacket.

“Maybe I should just go,” She murmured to Kol.

“Nonsense, you are still welcome here,” Elijah promised.

Klaus had gotten up and was getting ready to argue when Elijah cut him off.

“Why don’t we give the lady the benefit of the doubt. As it stands, if she had wanted to harm any of us she’s had ample opportunities to do so and has not. We shall hear her out before we jump to any more conclusions.” He stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Everyone was slow to move, but eventually, all were gathered in the seating area.

“What do you want to know?” The woman asked, practically perched in Kol’s lap.

“First off, how is there another breed of werewolf?” Elijah asked.

“Well, there’s actually a few. I’m from the French line of werewolves, whereas your brother is of the North American breed. As far as I know, the only other breed is English wolves. But there are many different shifters out there from many cultures. Kitsune, for example, come from Japan.” She explained as best as she could.

“How is it we’ve never heard of any other wolves or shifters before?” Freya asked.

“That I am unsure of, but I’ve met loads of different shifters and other creatures. Where I come from, it’s practically a beacon for supernaturals.”

“And you can control your shifts?” Kol piped up.

“Well for the most part. The way French wolves and shifters work is that you can shift at any time, not just on the full moon. But the full moon makes us more susceptible to turning. But for older wolves, it becomes easier to control your shifts. Whereas baby wolves tend to be much more at risk of turning uncontrollably.”

She then spent the next hour or so explaining the differences between the different wolf breeds and other supernatural creatures, although she never really explained what she was. It was actually Kol that brought up the question.

“Me? Well, I’m kinda a special case. I’m a werewolf, but well, an extremely rare one. It’s why I didn’t tell you who or what I was.” She explained, clearly nervous to reveal who she was. But with one squeeze of the hand from Kol, she sighed and started speaking, “I am the twin sister of Scott McCall, the True Alpha. I am his opposite in most cases which makes us an elite team that is nearly unbeatable. So I am what is called a Compliment Alpha. Part alpha, part beta, all power. It’s why my eyes are purple. It combines the red of an alpha’s eyes and the blue of a beta’s.” She explained, once again flashing her eyes.

“Does that satisfy you Nik? Or does she have to go through her life story before you trust her?” Kol asked, seemingly done with his girlfriend being interrogated.

“I swear to you I am no threat to your family. I didn’t even know of your existence until Kol revealed who and what he was. Vampires are kinda new territory for me. This is not some evil plot to harm you or any Mikaelson. You all have become my new pack, and you don’t hurt your own pack.” She swore.

“I shall allow you to stay, but be warned little wolf, I see even the slightest hint of your inevitable betrayal and I will end you and your brother.” Klaus threatened, but instead of being scared she just gave him a smile.

“I would expect nothing less.” She teased as she stood from the couch. “But just so you know, my old pack and I are hard to kill. Trust me, many have tried, yet here I am.��

Kol stood as well and took her hand as they left for her apartment on the other end of town. He pulled her close by her shoulder and kissed her head as they walked out of the compound.

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When they finally made it back to her apartment, he could see her noticeably relax.

“I have to say, darling, I’ve never seen you kick ass before but I would love to see it again,” Kol murmured as he wrapped his arms around her waist and laid kisses on her neck. She giggled and tried to push him away.

“Stooop,” She whined as she tried to wiggle out of his grip.

Kol, unfortunately, refused to let her go and held her tighter as he relished in her laughter. Moments like this were his favorite because there was just joy in the air. All troubles forgotten and burdens lifted to make room for the contentment he felt when he was with her.

The two settled down on the couch and just sat cuddled up in silence for a while. Kol was the first to break it after about half an hour.

“Would you have ever told me?” He asked, looking down at his lover who suddenly seemed very interested in the couch.

She sighed and sat up. She hated this. She knew he would eventually ask this. And she dreaded it because she didn’t have a good answer. But she knew she had to give him something.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” She started, “My identity and my secret is the reason why I ran here in the first place. The danger became too great for my brother and me to stay together. We had to separate, at least for a little while. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” She paused as she recalled the day she had to say goodbye to her mother and brother. The physical pain she felt when she got on the plane without him. “I was scared.” she admitted, “I trust you, and I wanted to tell you so many times, but…”

“But what darling? Cm’on darling, I just want to know.”

“If my identity was found out, I would have had to leave again. Which would mean leaving you. And I couldn’t- I can’t lose you too. It would break me. Shatter me to a point that I would become volatile and dangerous to those who came across me. Because my heart’s been broken a few too many times for me to be able to come back from that.” She said quietly, not realizing that tears had begun to stream down her face.

Kol pulled her back into his arms and just held her.

“I swear to you my love, no one will keep me from you. Not even my brother.” He vowed.

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Haunted, Part Three: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

So here it is! The final part! Hope this is okay for you guys, and enjoy x

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Haunted

I just know You're not gone, you can't be gone, no

Y/N blamed her heart breaking on that damned bond between her and Klaus. He looked at her so differently from how he had a week ago, so differently from how he looked at her in her dreams. He looked at her with anger, with rage, with hatred. This wasn’t the Klaus that had saved her life, that had spoken to her with kindness and honesty.

This was the Klaus that New Orleans feared, and for the first time since that night, Y/N suspected he might be plotting to kill her again. She quickly dismissed the thought, refusing to believe that the Klaus she was bonded to was gone, the Klaus that she had found herself falling for having disappeared.

“I’ll ask again. What is she doing here?” Klaus glared at his sister. Freya took a step forward, and Y/N noticed how she seemed to shield her with her body.

“She came asking questions, Klaus. And I told her about the mating bond.”

Klaus looked at Y/N, and for a moment, she could have sworn that she saw that familiar kindness in his eyes as his features softened. But the voice that left his lips was clipped, harsh, the words of a ruler. “Good. So now you know. And now you can go.”

Y/N didn’t have a chance to answer before Klaus made his way up the stairs.

She wasn’t in control of her actions as she followed him, that bond pulling her towards her something.

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out

“Where were you?” Y/N asked Klaus’s back. He turned and faced her, anger still present in his features. She couldn’t understand him. The night he had saved her life had been the result of following her around, and now he couldn’t bear to have her in his sight. Surely this mating bond was supposed to keep them together, rather than tear them apart? “Freya said you had things to figure out.”

“And last I checked it was none of your business, love, so off you pop.” Klaus waved his hand in the direction of the door, and Y/N swallowed. She would refuse to do as he told her, refused to let this be the end of something that had barely started.

“We need to talk about this surely.”

He said nothing, just turned his back on her and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

“Klaus, I’m your-”

In an instant, Klaus was inches from her. She should have been scared, but she wasn’t. She couldn’t be scared of him – it wasn’t in her nature. There was venom in his words, the tone she imagined he used on his enemies. She expected his eyes to turn to gold, but found herself lost in that deep blue once again.

“Don’t, Y/N. Don’t say it.”

Something's gone terribly wrong Won't finish what you started

“Why not?” Y/N noticed how Klaus’s eyes flitted to her lips, and every part of her wanted him to kiss her. She was finding it easier to fall into the state that the mystical bond provided; it was so easy to admit defeat, to fall for Niklaus Mikaelson. It should have terrified her, how she had so little control of her attraction to him, but instead it only thrilled her.

“Because,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “if you say it, it makes it real.”

“It’s already real, Klaus.”

Klaus moved away from her, running a hand over his face. Y/N didn’t want him to speak, knowing what he was thinking. That he wasn’t supposed to feel this way about anyone, that he was Klaus Mikaelson, the most powerful creature in history, that this wasn’t the way things were supposed to go for him.

He turned and looked at her again, and for the first time since he had returned, Klaus seemed almost saddened. Y/N wanted to reach out and hold his hand, wanted to tell him that everything was going to be okay. Instead, she stood and waited, ignoring the pull on that invisible string that urged her to go to him.

And then Klaus Mikaelson finally opened up.

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out

“I felt it when you arrived, Y/N. I felt in here,” he pointed at his chest, at the spot where his heart lay, “and all I knew is that I needed to see you. So I looked for you, followed this pull, until I found you. I didn’t know how much you knew about the supernatural, about vampires, werewolves, witches, so I stayed out of sight. There was just this feeling in me that I had to protect you, had to know where you were all the time. And then, then that vampire attacked you, and I knew that I had to save you. I never wanted you to see me like that, but I wasn’t in control when I thought about you dying, about you leaving me.”

“That doesn’t matter, Klaus. I’m glad I saw you like that. I’m glad you saved my life.”

But it still didn’t account for why he had left, why he had been so cruel only moments ago. Y/N didn’t press the matter, knowing it would be best to let him speak when he needed to. The bond was obviously having an effect on him too, and he was struggling.

It made her heart ache for him even more.

Can't breathe whenever you're gone Can't go back, I'm haunted

Klaus continued, his eyes never leaving hers. “And then you asked to see me, and I knew I needed to talk to you. The moment you looked at me I knew then what this,” he gestured between the two of them, “was. I figured the best thing for me to do was to leave, to try and forget about you. But doing that was worse than death. Being apart from you was like I couldn’t breathe, haunted by dreams of your face, your eyes, your smile, your voice saying my name and telling me everything I’ve ever wanted to hear. That bond? That kind of love never dies, and I should have known better than to try and hide from it.”

“So you came back.”

“I came back, hoping you wouldn’t feel the same way.”

Y/N couldn’t deny the blow that hit her. Here was Klaus Mikaelson telling her what she had wanted to hear, yet he didn’t want her to say it back. “Why?”

“Because being with me, being mine, is only going to get you killed.”

Y/N shivered at the words that left his lips, the idea of being Klaus’s. He spoke the truth, she knew that, but there was a larger part of her, the one controlled by that bond that told her it was worth the risk.

You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time

“You should leave, before you get hurt.” Klaus sounded resigned, turning away from Y/N once again. She knew that he was fragile, knew that he was vulnerable, knew that it was all her fault, and anything she said ran the risk of making it worse. But she couldn’t help what she said, determined. She had come to New Orleans for a reason, and she wasn’t going to let that reason disappear.

“No.”

“What?”

“I’m not leaving.” Y/N took a step towards Klaus Mikaelson, the Original hybrid, defiance in every step, until she reached him, her lips inches away from his. “You’re worried about my safety, I get that. But you’re Klaus Mikaelson. If anyone is going to keep me alive, it’s you. In more ways than one.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because the universe is, apparently. It’s decided that you and I are supposed to be together, and I’m not going to ignore that. Neither should you when it’s clear that you can’t. So, if you’re willing, I think we should give this a go.”

Y/N’s heart was beating rapidly, anticipation threatening to drown her as she waited for Klaus’s answer. He looked to be chewing on her words, torn between what he thought was best for her and what was best for him.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he smiled.

Never ever thought I'd see it break Never thought I'd see it

Something had pulled Y/N to New Orleans, and as she smoothed down her dress that evening, she realised that she was beyond thankful for it. That something came in the form of the gentleman who would be picking her up in a matter of minutes, taking her on their first date.

That string that had kept tugging her towards Klaus Mikaelson had fastened into a secure knot now, one that would never be untangled, at least, not as long as she had anything to do with it.

It was strange how he had gone from a nuisance to a fear to her partner. To the love of her life. Of course, she didn’t quite know about that last bit just yet. There was that mating bond, yes, but it would be for her to decide if it worked out.

Although the thought of spending her life with Klaus did have its appeal. Y/N smiled at her reflection as she thought about it, eyes brightening when she heard the doorbell ring. She ran to the door, opening it and revealing Klaus.

He looked at her with those sapphire eyes that she remembered from that first night, that smile from earlier in the day. Y/N was almost breathless as she greeted him. “Hi.”

“Hello, love.”

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In the Dark XIX: Vampires and Werewolves

Summary: While invested in planning things for the upcoming full moon, you're unaware of things going on outside between the werewolves and vampire. Outside the compound, things seem to be getting a bit out of hand

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of fighting, mentions of blood, mentions of a war, slight mentions of death, werewolf/vampire au, strong language, soulmate au

Word Count: 2,325

In the Dark Masterlist II Marvel Masterlist

The week went by so quickly considering how much running around had to be done. From making sure that peace was being kept between the two species now living together to starting to make plans for full moon, that bench in the park where you and Bucky used to spend so many nights together is starting to look more and more like a dream to you. A dream that you so desperately would like to revisit.

There’s still tension in the compound but you can feel it getting lighter and lighter as the days go by. You understand that things aren’t perfect yet. You can’t blame that on anyone or anything. It will take time for them to get used to each other. Time that you and Bucky didn’t have, so it feels like.

While the progress you can see between the two species gives you hope, each day that goes by without Tony waking up makes it feel like that hope is slipping away. There have been so many times where you wish he could advise you on what to do, how to be an alpha. Sometimes, you just wish he would make you laugh. You’re starting to miss your father.

Not to mention that you don’t know what will happen on full moon for him. Will he still turn while in this coma?

Thinking about all this, you run your fingers through your hair and breathe out a heavy sigh as you drop your head between your shoulders. There’s so much to think about right now, it feels overwhelming. You almost wonder why everything has to be done in the days leading up to full moon instead of in the month. Or even the weeks. It’s all because of a stupid werewolf tradition. Because if things are done days before, there’s no need to check on them again before the time. Because if things are done the days before, no vampire can tamper the plans.

What happens now that there are vampires on the premises?

“Breath, doll,” Bucky whispers behind you as he places his hands gently on your shoulders.

You take in a deep breath as he softly starts to massage your shoulder, drop your hands away from your head, and bite on your lower lip. “I hate this. I hate being alpha,” you whisper, leaning back in your chair and resting your head against Bucky’s arm. “This constant...pressure I feel from everyone, everyone looking to me for answers I’m not sure I have. I don’t know how much I can carry on doing this.”

Bucky smiles to himself as he turns your chair around with you still in it and then pulling you out of it. “I think you’re doing an amazing job.”

“You’re just saying because you’re my soulmate.”

He laughs, pulling you forward as he starts to walk backward. “Maybe. But maybe I’m right.”

Realizing that he’s pulling you out of the office that used to be Tony’s, you frown at him as if to ask where he’s taking you. But he only smiles at you and turns around, keeping your hand in his. He doesn’t lead you far, just to the large window that overlooks the training grounds you remember spending a few days on before meeting Bucky.

When you look out, you definitely don’t expect to see what you see. “Oh, my God.”

Everyone, every werewolf, and vampire has gathered around, forming a circle around two other figures. One is a vampire and the other is a werewolf. In wolf form. You watch the wolf jump for the vampire and a cheer erupts from what you think to be the werewolves of the audience. You can’t believe that this is happening now of all times.

Bucky grabs your hand before you can rush away. “Just watch,” he whispers, pulling you closer to him as a way to stop you even more from leaving.

You look up at him in shock, wondering how he could be so calm about this happening. But still, you look back down and do as he says. You watch.

As your eyes glance over the scene, you notice Nat standing beside Clint; the vampire she had walked up to meet when they arrived. If anything, you thought that they would have been the ones to break this up before it got out of hand. But then you look around some more and notice something else.

There’s no division between the vampires and werewolves. They’re all mixed between the crowd. It’s not like a fight where one side is one species and the other side is the other species. It tells you that this isn’t a normal fight.

Bucky’s eyes glance down at you when he sees your head tilting slightly to the side. He smiles, loosens his grip on you because he knows that you’re slowly understanding what’s going on. “Nat and Clint started it. Apparently, they wanted to see how rusty each other is. You know, for old time sakes,” he explains. Your eyes don’t move. “Now, they’re training everyone. But everything is under control. Wanda will step in if things go south.”

You chuckle, shaking your head in amazement as you step a bit closer to the window and the fighting vampire manages to throw the werewolf off of them. It’s amazing watching Nat stepping forward and the fight ending immediately. It’s amazing seeing them training, but not wanting to kill each other. They’re learning each other’s strengths and weaknesses, how to properly defend themselves against each other. And yet, when Nat’s finished saying whatever she wanted, the two fighters bow their heads in respect to each other and turn to walk away.

“You might feel like you don’t have the answers everyone is looking for, but maybe someone else has them,” Bucky speaks, walking up behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders again. “Sometimes, you just gotta step back and let someone else take charge of something they might know how to fix. You don’t have to do everything.”

He whispers the last part in your ear, making you breathe out a long sigh and gently nod your head. It’s almost like a relief has washed over you hearing those words. You don’t want history to repeat itself when it comes to what happened with the first soulmates. “I just want everything to work out,” you whisper.

Bucky understands what you mean. He’s scared the same thing that happened to the first werewolf soulmate happens to you. “It will,” he whispers as he rests his head against yours after kissing the side of your face. “Just give it some time.”

As you’re about to say something about that, your mouth falling open to speak, you spot something in the distance, over the walls of the compound. Bucky spots it too, his head perking up as he steps next to you. “What is it?” you ask, knowing that his eyesight is better than yours. A vampire perk.

He stares for a second longer, narrowing his eyes as what seems to be a group of people coming closer and closer. “I’m not sure,” he mutters.

“FRIDAY?” you whisper after a few moments of silence, your hand slipping into Bucky’s.

“It seems to be a pack of werewolves, miss. Some of them are injured,” the female AI says.

Your head lifts to Bucky to see if he’s thinking what you’re thinking. They can’t be here to cause trouble if some of them are hurt, right?

“We should help them,” Bucky says, but you can hear a bit of hesitation in his voice.

Bucky’s not sure about this. He knows that there is only one thing that’s out to hurt werewolf packs. A coven of vampires. He only hopes that they haven’t led this coven here and jeopardized this...community you and he have created. But he can’t convince you to turn them away. What if you had been one of them and you needed his help?

You nod your head and start to walk away, expecting him to follow you. But he doesn’t. He keeps looking out the window, his hands curled in fists and his shoulders slightly tense. “Aren’t you coming with me?” you call out to him.

He looks over his shoulder at you, shocked that you would consider that option. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

“I think they should know that they’re walking into a place that’s got some vampires too.”

This could be the perfect opportunity to see how someone outside the packs and coven that are close to the two soulmates reacts to the situation. Both you and Bucky know this.

When you get to the front gate of the compound, you’re glad that for once there’s no crowd. The others didn’t notice the oncoming pack so they must still be training. It makes things a little bit calmer. And you’re sure that this pack would also prefer things to be a little more mellow than making a big fuss about everything.

Bucky stops for a moment as you two near the group. “Scott?” he calls out, making you frown up that he knows another werewolf outside of your pack.

You look out at the group to see who this werewolf your soulmate knows is. A man’s head snaps up and a relieved look washes over his face. “Oh, Bucky. Man, I’m so relieved it’s you,” Scott says, walking forward to greet Bucky. His eyes then go to you. “This is your soulmate?”

You smile at him as Bucky looks back at you. “Yeah. She is,” Bucky says, looking down at you with a glimmer in his eyes that you don’t see as you greet Scott. “What happened. Scott?” he questions as he looks out at the broken pack. They all look exhausted, some have torn clothes and some have traces of blood on their bodies. When he sees a girl creeping away behind a woman’s leg, he feels a small tug in his heart, hoping that she wasn’t hurt.

“We were attacked by vampires. Luckily, we all got out in one piece but we knew we could stay where we were,” Scott starts to explain, looking over his shoulder at his family. “You guys were the closest werewolf pack.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else for you to understand. Whenever a werewolf is hurt, they always go to the nearest pack for help and that pack has an obligation to help them, heal them, and make sure they’re okay before sending them back to their pack. If it’s a pack that has lost everything or needs help, the pack they’ve come to for help has to help them settle down somewhere else or even make plans to merge. The latter normally happens all because of the stupid idea that they can make a bigger, stronger force to take down the vampires that hurt the said pack.

“Who attacked you?” Bucky asks, his voice stern and strong.

Scott looks up at him, his jaw tensing. It’s obvious that he’s not sure if he should mention who it was. But he takes a deep breath and a step forward so he can whisper to Bucky. “From the scent, a group from your coven.”

You place a gentle hand on Bucky’s arm to calm him. You know he’s tried in the past to stop everyone in his coven from hurting any werewolf. Now that those that left no longer have to obey and listen to him, nothing is going to stop them from hunting down werewolf packs and killing them. Hell, what’s to say they won’t go into the human sector and turn a few humans into vampires? You know that thought is going through Bucky’s mind too.

“Well, we’ve got more than enough room for you guys,” you speak to break the moment of silence that has fallen. Stepping to the side, you let Scott lead his pack through the gates and into the compound. That means a few more heads to add to your list for full moon.

Feeling Bucky’s tenseness beside you, you glance up at him and find him staring out down the road leading away from the compound, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath he takes. When you glance down, his metal hand is clenched in a tight fist, as you expected. “Bucky-”

“I’m going after them before anyone else gets hurt.”

You stop him from walking away by turning his face down to you. “Not alone you’re not.”

“I’m not taking you with me, (Y/n). I won’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt.”

“And what do you think I would do if you got hurt because I let you walk into something like this alone?” you fight back, your fingers caressing the side of his face as you step closer to him. “They’ll outnumber you and you being the Winter Soldier is not going to help you against them.”

He knows you’re right, but he can’t ask your werewolves to join him in this. Not with the full moon being around the corner. But he can ask his coven. The chances that this rogue group of vampires that came from his coven will go looking for weak werewolves during the full moon is very high. So, that would be the perfect time to stop them.

They might even help a few werewolves along the way, recruit a few...friends.

“I think I just thought of a way to get my vampires out of your hair for the full moon,” he whispers as he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, a smile growing on his face as he cups your face in his hands.

“Well, it’s good to see that you’re helping,” you tease with a small laugh, making Bucky chuckle as well.

Now starts his planning for what will happen on full moon for him and his vampires.

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