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[zomgirl9]

i hear the ice cream truck I’m getting my purse I’ll be right back Reznov don’t disappear into your numbers

[sweetbonniebel]

Jaes's hen jēdar

God's of the sky

Thirteen

Daemon x reader

Summary: Aegon turns sixteen, Rhaenyra arrives at bloodstone.

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123 AC

You caressed your slightly firm tummy as you stared at your reflection. Your thin linen gown allowed you to see your body. You sighed and turned around arriving at your desk. Various papers, inks. scrolls laid scattered on the piece of wood. A single candle illuminated the side of your face as you went over the books. 

The island’s income is getting better with every month. Merchants now know that they will not be attacked by rouge pirates or scavengers. Trade boomed, the ports grew like mushrooms after rain. 

But for your husband it was not enough. Well with seven children and five grown dragons things were not steep. The castle was still being built, chambers, dungeons, cellars all the works were added. Daemon demanded a castle as grand as the Red Keep but more fortified. You then questioned your brother.

“Why do we need such a large castle? There is only a handful of us. We do not hold court even.” 

“We are Targaryens we deserve nothing but the best.” He simply answered. You chuckled at his words, but he was honest in his determination. The castle grew each month, builders, masons, artists were employed. 

“What are you reminiscing about?” Daemon asked entering your private chambers. “You were not abed in our chambers.” 

“I had to go over the spending and income.” You answered pointing to the heavy tome in front of you. 

“You can do that all later, or at all.” He mused walking behind you. He placed a kiss at the nape of your neck, leaning over the chair. You leaned into his touch sighing quietly. “You should be resting.” 

“I am fine, Daemon. ‘Tis not the first time I am doing this.” You swatted away his worries. 

“Many women in my life fell to childbirth. My aunts, my mother and Laena. I simply do not wish to see you in pain.” 

“While I thank you for your worries, husband. I am perfectly capable of caring for myself. I have before, I shall do it now.” You answered beginning to scribble with a quill. “You should have faith in me, Daemon.” 

“I have nothing but faith, but childbirth is not something you or anyone else can control.” 

“Hmm.” You agreed and rolled your shoulders. 

“How is she?” He questioned after a moment of silence. His large, warm palm pressed against your flat but slightly firm tummy. That indicated life. 

“She’s fine. Makes me feel tired and nauseous but she’s fine.” 

“How will we name her?” 

“I haven’t thought about it, have you?” 

“…I have.” 

“And? What did you come up with?” 

“Perhaps Alyssa after my mother, or Gael after your mother.” 

“I do not like naming my children after other people, Baelon of course being the exception.”

“Why is that?” He questioned curiously. 

“I think that… names posses a certain power. Our names affect us, they add to our personality. What happened when you name a child after a man who was brutally murdered or a woman who turned insane. It just it seems weird to me. Especially the name Aegon.”

“Aegon? What’s wrong with that.” 

“I believe the conqueror’s names are cursed, but more so the name Aegon.” 

“Why?”

“Aegon the first is the patriarch of our house. He launched us into greatness, without him we still would be on dragon stone. No future Aegon will ever amount to his greatness, they cannot. No matter how hard they try. And each Aegon gets a worse faith than the last."

"How is that?"

"Aegon, Aenys's son was slain by Balerion. He was hated by the realm. Jaehaerys's and Alysanne's Aegon died in the cradle, your brother Aegon also died in the cradle."

"And what about this Aegon?" Daemon questioned.

"He is the son that Viserys so desired, only to throw him away after his birth, focusing only on Rhaenyra. Hated by his mother for being a reminder of the youth that was stripped from her. I want him to be happy, but I know his life will be filled with hardships."

Daemon nodded and silence fell between the two of you. You continued to scribe in the books as your husband watched you work.

"You never told me what happen in Dorne." The rogue prince said breaking the silence. You sighed and put the quill away.

"Because it would be treason." You simply answered.

"Treason? Now you piqued my interest, do pray tell."

"The man that poisoned Darren was hired by a man that served in the red keep. He said he was wearing green, the Queen's colours. The servant girl that delivered the poison is from some village near Old Town. I went to the maester's chambers, herbs used for making essence of Nightshade laid scattered through the shelves."

"You do not suggest it is that green's snake doing?" Daemon muttered. "But why? She's as pious as one can be. I think it is against her religion to kill a child."

"Isn't it obvious?" You questioned raising and eyebrow at him "She attacked my eldest son, as I have taken her eldest away from her. It is revenge."

"Otto would never allow it. I hate the cunt be he is clever."

"But you forget that Alicent is Queen, higher than the hand. Perhaps a fe years ago she wouldn't even take a breath if her father told her so. But now, she's a woman, a Queen and an anchor for the faith. She has loyal supporters."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"...I don't know, attacking her would be stupid. Demanding justice, stupid. She would just deny and accuse us of treason, we have to bide our time and gather more evidence."

"I'll see to it."

You nodded and watched your husband leave. You released the breath you were holding. What if Alicent truly meant to kill your son, will she stop after the first attempt or continue. Are any of your children safe?

You heard the door open once more.

"I will join you soon, Daemon." You muttered focusing on the heavy tome in front of you.

"Is it true?" You immediately raised your gaze to find Aegon standing before you. Fists balled up in anger. "Is my mother responsible for what happened to Darren."

"Aegon-" You stood up and took a careful step towards him.

"Tell me!" He raised his voice, you sighed and crossed your arms over your chest.

"I believe so..." A beat of silence passed.

"I have to go back." He stated suddenly.

"What?" You stalked towards him, you took his cheeks into your palms.

"She won't stop trying to hurt your family as long as I'm with here, and not with her."

"You are my family Aegon." You reasoned

"It's my fault Darren is hurt."

"That's nonsense, sweet boy. You are not responsible for your parent's actions. No child is."

"But I'm not a child am I? I'm a man now, I cannot hide behind your skirts hoping you'll fix my messes." Aegon lamented.

"Aegon, this is not your fault." You mused caressing his wavy hair.

"I have to go, I'll send a letter to my mother saying that I'll return to King's Landing." He stated "When they come for my name day celebration I'll return with them."

"You'll always have a place in my home, Aegon."

"I- thank you." He stiffly said and left your chambers.

...

Aegon stalked the halls searching for the familiar path that led him to Darren's room. He stopped at the foot of the door, his hand raised to knock. But he decided to enter unannounced.

The dark haired teen laid motionlessly in his bed. A duvet covered half his body. Aegon sat at the food of the bed, he sighed deeply and placed his head in his hands.

Darren stirred startling the Targaryen prince.

"Aegon?" Darren groggily asked seeing the familiar silhouette. "What are you doing here?"

"I- " He tried to form the words but nothing left his lips. Instead tears begun to pool in the corner of his violet eyes.

"Aegon what's wrong." Darren threw the covers off his body and sat next to Aegon, shoulders touching.

"I'm going back." The older boy finally said.

"Back where?" Oblivious, the Martell Prince asked.

"To King's Landing."

"What?" He breathlessly said. "No... No you promised you'll stay with me."

"You think I don't want to?" Aegon raised his voice and stared at the Dornish Prince before him, tears cascaded down his pale cheeks. "But it's my fault you're like this."

"How is my poisoning your fault?"

"It's my mothers doing."

"So it's not your fault then." Aegon widened his eyes.

"You're not mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you? Sure I'm mad I almost died but it's not because of you."

"Alicent won't stop trying to hurt you, or your siblings until I come back."

"And who said that?"

"It's obvious, Darren. She's mad that I was "taken" from her, so she's trying to get revenge on your mother by hurting you."

Darren chuckled, falling backwards onto the bed. Aegon joined him, his silver curls forming a halo. Darren found Aegon's hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"I don't want to go, Darren." Aegon cried staring at the ceiling, tapestries of myths displayed in front of him.

"I know." The boy mused caressing, the olders palm with his thumb.

"But I have to, for your safety."

"Hmm." Darren sighed turning to stare at Aegon's profile.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I don't know when will be the next time I'll get to see you like this. I want to memorise your face." Aegon blushed slightly. "Will you be okay?"

Aegon turned to stare at Darren's dark eyes.

"I'll have Sunfyre, I'll be fine."

"If you wish you'll always have a place at my court." Darren proposed.

"Your mother said the same thing."

"I am like my mother aren't I?"

"It's a good thing, you're courageous, caring and clever. y/n raised you well."

"She raised you as well, that means you're also good. A bit quiet but smart, brave like a dragon and handsome too." Darren teased, Aegon pushed him slightly as the younger laughed.

…

“Raise the chandelier higher.” You ordered standing in the middle of the ball room. The preparations for Aegon’s name day were hard to organize. The whole court along with other nobles will arrive any day now.

“Your highness which cloth should be placed over the tables.” You stared at the three different types of cloth the servant was holding. You pointed to the one of your choosing.

“I see you’re hard at work.” Daemon entered the hall. He placed a kiss to your lips and caressed your growing belly.

“Hmm.” You hummed and turned to coordinate to preparations. “I cannot wait to entertain all those nobles I hated as a child.”

“If you need me to cut out their tongues, just call me.”

“No matter how pleasing that sound I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.” You chuckled.

“The offer still stands if you wish.”

You heard dragon roars outside the castle. The familiar high pitched clicking of Syrax put a smile on your face. At least Rhaenyra will be here to accompany you.

“It seems we have guests.” Daemon said hearing the same.

“Yes, let’s go to the pit. Talya!” You shouted searching for the maid in charge of your children.

“Yes, your highness?”

“Please gather the children.” The maid dressed in a white hair covering bowed and scurried off. “I’ll go find Darren.”

Daemon nodded and went his way, you departed to climb the many stairs leading to the part of the castle that contained chambers.

You entered Darren’s chambers quickly and quietly. To your surprise you found Aegon in bed with him, the two sleeping. You sighed deeply and sat at the corner of the bed. Is this why they were so awkward with each other? But they seem at peace now.

You placed a hand on Darren’s shoulder and shook him gently. He awoke and yawned.

“Hello mother.” He simply said and continued to doze off. Aegon on the other hand shot up from the bed.

“Uh, a-aunt.” Aegon muttered covering his eyes with his hands.

“Good morrow Aegon.” You smiled and stood up walking over to the heavy wardrobe and pulling out garments for your eldest son. “Get up you two, freshen up and dress. Rhaenyra will be arriving soon.”

“I- Y-You’re not mad?” Aegon whispered. Darren stirred and sat up.

“Mad? Why would I be mad?” You questioned throwing Darren’s clothes at him, he mumbled a thank you mother and went to dress. Aegon stared in surprise at Darren.

“Well I-… Um I and Darren?” He stumbled over his words.

“Oh that? I suspected for quite some time." You admitted, Aegon paled. "Now get up and get dressed, guests will be arriving soon."

The two scurried away preparing for the welcome feast and a week of celebration.

You walked through the halls, various sculptures, tapestries and paintings hung from the walls. Torches illuminated and heated the cold stoney walls. Handmaidens, servants, cooks, butchers and others stalked through the castle, preparing chambers, food and cleaning the whole premises. You sighed and rubbed your belly.

Baela and Rhaena along with Nymor and the nursemaids that held your younglings were already awaiting your presence. The only left was Daemon, Darren and Aegon.

You brushed a loose strand of short hair from Baela’s cheek. She huffed at the pestering.

“Do I have to wear this?” She pointed to the teal dress with myrish lace and ruffles.

“Only for a short time, Baela. Then you can change into whatever you like.” You mused and walked over to Rhaena. She wore a soft pink gown with gold trimmings. Her long hair was half up and half down, a slight blush covered her cheeks.

“You look spledning, Rhaena.” You nodded at her, her twin snickered.

“It’s all for Luke no doubt.” She chuckled, Rhaena opened her mouth and then closed it, spewing a weak shut up.

“Do not pick on your sister.” Daemon approached and scolded the elder girl. Baela sunk in her position and nodded begrudgingly.

The gates opened to reveal three sets of carriages. The horses neigh and stomped their hooves. The knights riding ahead halted.

“Princess Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, the heir to the iron throne!” One of her banner men shouted. The small family begun to pour out of the stuffy carriage.

Rhaenyra sighed in relief as she glanced at the castle, her three sons followed suit and stood next to her.

The whole courtyard bowed before the princess of the realm, the heir quickly walked towards the gates.

“Princess, what an honor it is for you to grace us with your presence.” You bowed, a smirk played on your lips. Rhaenyra scoffed and motioned with her hand for you to stand. “It is good to see you.” You engulfed Rhaenyra in your arms, the younger woman returned the gesture.

“Rhaenyra.” Daemon approached taking her ringed hand and placing a kiss on her palm.

“Uncle.” She responded, her eyes fell towards your children. “And how have you all grown.”

You chuckled and took the heir by her arm “Come I am sure you are tired from your journey.”

…

“I have heard of what happened to Darren.” Rhaenyra said once you were comfortable in the sanctity of her chambers. “Terrible.”

“Yes… but he’s fine now.” You agreed.

“Are you not going to seek justice?”

“What do you propose I do? Fly to King’s Landing and demand the execution of the Queen?” You rubbed your temple “Time will come.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Rhaenyra sighed and reached for an empty goblet. She poured herself the sweet Dornish wine and took a sip.

“Now, what is this urgent business you had to tell me of?” You questioned.

“My father has proposed me a seat on the council.” She said.

“As hand?”

“As regent…I suppose it is your doing.” The Violet eyed woman mused. She took a seat next to you.

“Partially.” You admitted “Your father is sick, he does not sit the throne. Why would his hand rule in his steed when he has an appointed heir.”

“I am grateful for what you’ve done, but I’m not going to.” Her words shocked you, your eyes widened as you took in her features.

“Why?” Your voice came out a bit harsh, startling Rhaenyra.

“I do not wish to spend another moment in that vipers den, along with her. And my sons do not want to either.”

“You cannot be such a fool Rhae.” You demanded. “An opportunity of power is laid on a silver platter and you cast it aside over a squabble?”

“It is not a squabble-“ Rhaenyra protested but you silenced her.

“Whatever happened between you and Alicent was years ago. You are the heir but that does not do much. Viserys has a son and there are lords who will petition for him to be King instead of you. You must prevent this in the earliest stage of development .”

“And becoming regent will do that?” She questioned her brows furrowed.

“Of course! You’ll hold more power than the hand, you will show the realm you’re its rightful Queen. And when Viserys dies you will be there to inherit the crown.”

The realms delight sighed and sunk into her seat.

“After all these years of hoping for a son and failing he noticed me and named me heir. Defying custom and tradition. But now when he do gets a son he casts him aside. Fate is a funny thing isn’t it?”

You hummed agreeing.

“I wanted to visit you and introduce you to a person I hold dear to my heart.” Rhaenyra said after a moment of silence.

“Is he here?” You questioned knowing who she was speaking of. She nodded. “And what is your plan? Will you marry him? Name him Prince consort?”

“I do not know. Not now anyway.” She admitted “He makes me feel loved and appreciated. He likes the boys and is a good father figure to them.”

“But he’s Essosi.” You finished for her. “He has Valyrian blood, maybe it could be a pretext.”

“Maybe.”

…

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[rosebarry16]

~~~~~~ 2 o'clock hook up~~~~~~

(adler x male bell)

Warning : Smut, strong language, alcohol

Also this isn't my first time writing but I just got an idea and here we are and Iam so sorry if it's terrible, I tried my best and I'll do better in the future :')

Enjoy :3

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It's 2 A.M and everyone was asleep except for two human beings, they couldn't sleep nor feel like they wanna close their eyes.

Bell couldn't sleep because of memories and flashbacks are hunting him since the brainwash process occured.

"shit.." he sat and held his head, feeling the temperature rise. It hurts him too much that he wished someone would be near him to comfort him from pain,

he couldn't take it anymore. He got up from his bed and exited the bedroom, he felt dizzy but ignored it and went downstairs to the kitchen.

The kitchen was nothing but dark as moon light takes over the place, bell went to the counter and picked up the phone. He dialed the number and hesitated to call but he dialed it anyway

*On the other hand*

Adler was in the dark living room smoking a cigarette, watching out the window. He got distracted when the phone started to ring. He answered it

"hello?"

"oh..hey, I didn't know you we're still awake."

"yeah I'm still awake, why are you up so late?"

"I'm getting flashbacks again and it's hurting me so bad, what about you?"

"just stress or some kinda shit"

"uh...i was wondering if you would hang out and maybe drink or whatever"

"sure, give me a minute or two"

"no adler, don't worry I'm coming to pick you up"

"you sure?"

"yes I'm sure"

"then I'll see you" he hanged up the phone and waited for bell to arrive, 30 minutes passed and someone pulled up in front of his house. Adler looked outside then took his jacket and headed to the car, he looked at him and drove of.

They were in the car. Gazing at the ocean waving, bell decided to break the silence "how long haven't you been sleeping?" he asked "I do sleep but 2-3 hours then I wake up, even if it was too early I can't go back to sleep" adler explained and bell nodded in understandment but at least adler doesn't get kept from sleeping from over thinking or flashbacks.

"although I should be asking that question bell." adler looked at him as he took a sip of whiskey "these memories and flashbacks are fucking me up, it's a pain in this ass they won't let me sleep. I don't remember the last time I slept without feeling anything" adler got closer to bell and continued to listen

"I just can't go on with this, I'm tired. What hurts me alot no one is with me to bear my pain and I'm so lonely...like..." bell struggled to go on so he smoked and his eye got back to the bluse ocean.

Adler's hand climbed bell's hand and squeeze his fingers underneath bell's palm "I can be there to protect you" bell didn't believe his words at first but kinda felt like adler cares about him more then anyone

More then park, Sims, lazar or Mason and woods

Hell, he's in love with him but he just treat him like anybody else in front of everybody, that's the outside but on the inside.

He'd do anything to protect him, guilt is growing inside of him but he has to do what he does to bell for avoiding perseus from destroying Europe and get informations related to the locations they want to know about.

"bell, I'm not sure how to tell you this but I can make the pain go away" bell smiled like adler just told him a joke and kept drinking

"you can't"

"what if I told you I'm capable of doing it?"

"prove it blondie"

"Your challenging me?"

"yeah and since I'm a bit drunk, I bet you don't know how to make me busy"

"oh yeah? Let's go back to your place and I'll show you"

Bell started the engine and drove away, while driving adler noticed bell has a boner since they argued. He acted like nothing happened and waited until they pulled up to bell's house.

Adler and bell got upstairs as they're making out, adler pushed him to the bed and got on top of him, their tongue were fighting and bell's hands slowly went to adler's ass, they stopped to take a breath and pulled away but his saliva is mixed with bell's.

"come on, show me what you got"

Adler unbottened bell's pants and took out his hard like rock cock, at first he started to lick the tip softly then got into his mouth. Going back and forth and looking up at bell who moans and placing his hand on adler's blonde hair, he got going crazy by controling his tongue underneath his cock and stroking him while sucking.

"adler I think I'm gonna-"

"not yet bell"

He did not want to end it without feeling his cock throbbing in his throat, bell couldn't take it and went deeper until he reached adler throat. Making him choke but that's not it.

After the deepthroat, bell got alot hornier and ready to fuck the shit of him, he grabbed adler's hips and began to rub his hard cock against his ass. Adler didn't really want to be teased so he got idea of making bell go in, his moans and grouns were driving him insane

He begged him as he was going in and out, adler grabbed the bed sheets from how pleasure is getting to harder and more stronger. Bell started to stroke him,

"oh fuck! Ahh~" he was too sexy to keep going on teasing but bell kept thrusting hard "bell your so big, tear me apart!"

adler begged and kept making lewd sounds but as soon as he wanted to continue he felt a bash into his hole, he started to thrust.

"keep fucking me, fuck me like you're using me..just like I used you"

"I'm gonna break you so hard"

"come on motherfucker, that's what you got?"

Bell got more harder and harder, his right hand gasped adler's neck but since hearing his moans and beggings he has to cum

"I'm gonna c-cum!"

"cum in me bell, that's it. Fill me up you useless russian cunt~"

He took his last thrust and cummed into adler's hole, adler on the other hand felt bell's thick cum filled his hole as he was cumming.

They were covered in cum and saliva. Goddamn...late night fucking was the best,

"I told you"

"that's was amazing..you really proved it "

Bell held adler close, they kissed and one more time and drefted to sleep.

The end...

[atripandahalf]

you still think we live in a world so beautiful (you see, i think i don't believe in this stuff anymore)

(ao3) (AU link)

In which a mother is too overprotective, a daughter is too big for her boots, and Eddie is left to unknowingly pick up the pieces.

AKA "You ruined a perfectly good, puppet. Look, it's got anxiety."

part of my mlpth au for welcome home but can be read as standalone! please send me asks about this AU :)

tags: implied childhood abuse (infantilisation/gaslighting if you squint), panic attacks, trauma

"What did I say, Poppy?" Ma's voice rang throughout the wood, echoing around the clearing, "About practicing your flying alone?" The clearing was large, surrounded by towering oak trees. They stood strong and thick, casting large looming shadows over the clearing. Their presence was imposing, almost like they were standing guard, reminding Poppy that there was no way she could escape. Ma had brought her here after finding her jumping from tree branch to tree branch, attempting to capture a breeze under her wings, gathering enough momentum to glide to the next branch. The crunch of the sticks under her was loud as Ma paced back and forth, animatedly gesturing along with her words, and her eyebrows were creased together in the way they always did when she was displeased with something Poppy had done.

Poppy shifted uncomfortably from where she was perched on a log laid sideways. The frustration at her mother for not letting her fly had long ebbed away, having sat like this for long enough to only feel embarrassment and shame. She hated being in trouble, and even more so hated doing anything that resulted in her Ma's anger. It made her feel small, like a little kid again, and worst of all made her feel like her mother didn't believe she was capable enough to do things the way the adults did. She wasn't a kid anymore, she could do it. Just because her wings were smaller than other birds, doesn't mean she couldn't fly. She just had to try a little harder, keep practising.

"Not to do it..." She mumbled, "But Ma, how will I ever learn to fly if you don't let me try?" She looked up, hopeful. Her feathers were moulting, the dark grey and black patches left were due to turn colourful soon, like the rest of her plumage. She was a small little thing, only just beginning to grow up, Ma thought. Her wings weren't fully in yet, certainly not enough to fly safely - and besides, Ma liked having her home, where she could keep an eye on her.

Ma moved closer, sitting next to Poppy, "You can fly when your wings are ready; you shouldn't push yourself, dear." The older bird's feathers were duller, greying slightly, and her left wing was crooked, bending at an awkward angle. Whenever Poppy had asked what had happened, she was regaled with tales of horrible monsters - a cruel world full of violence, and a dark look on her mother's face. She didn't ask Ma very often. Poppy opened her mouth, about to cut her mother off, arguing that there was no good reason why she should wait, before Ma finished, "I wouldn't be able to catch you if you fall."

Ma's gaze dropped and she flexed her hand repetitively. Poppy grasped it firmly with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, and Ma moved her hand out of Poppy's, holding Poppy's chin, pulling it up and making sure she could make eye contact with her daughter as her expression softened, "Promise me?" She murmured, "Promise me you won't fly 'til your ready?" 

Poppy blinked twice, before biting her lip, "Of course, Ma."

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Poppy cracked her window open slightly, leaning out into the cold air. It was nighttime, and her mother was fast asleep in the other room. She doesn't have to know, Poppy thought, and, if she doesn't know,  then what's the harm? She had a bag in one hand, with a mason jar of water and some snacks tucked inside.

It was just her and Ma in the flock, Pa died when she was young, and Ma took over all the responsibilities. Ma taught her to read and write, cooked dinner and taught her to bake. Gentle hands were always used to guide her, letting her try things as many times as she needed. "Perfection takes time," Ma always used to say. Poppy knew that it could take nights to get it right, and that was okay. She knew that when she had got it when she could finally fly, she would be free. Besides, Ma had said she should wait until she was ready - and she was ready now.

She squeezed herself through the window, leaving it open. She'd be back soon, learning to fly could take weeks or months, and she knew she shouldn't get her hopes up. Still, she could feel the familiar adrenaline through her veins. The world wasn't cruel, she would prove her mother wrong.

Poppy followed the tree branch across, warming herself up by jumping from platform to platform. Ma couldn't fly, but she still liked having her perch in high places, so their home was nestled into the crook of an oak tree, with a platform between each of the branches. Pa had built a safety net just under the tree's canopy, in case Ma did fall, so it would only be a short drop. Poppy usually practised flying within the forest, the safety net there just in case - she may disagree with her Mother's fretting but if she breaks a wing then she'll never fly anywhere again. But she had been training enough, she could glide short distances, and as she neared the edge of the forest, on a high enough branch to truly gain momentum, she knew she was ready.

The forest was almost eerily silent. Poppy had chosen a clear route for her first flight path. She stretched her wings gently, back and forth, the repetitive movement soothing her. Her feathers rustled slightly in the wind, the tree trunk hard and secure under her feet. It was important her muscles didn't cramp mid-flight, and that she was calm enough to keep a clear head. Her breath was still a little shaky as she exhaled. She dropped the bag on the ground, and took a deep breath, in and out, calming herself. She cracked her neck. Her heart raced, and she focused on her body. She backed away from the edge of the branch, getting into position, before running, and jumping off the branch.

There was a horrible second where she was falling straight down, a momentary pang of "What if Ma was right?" as her stomach dropped out from under her before she felt the wind catch under her wings. She exhaled a breath of relief, and then a noise of joy as her face split into a grin. She was doing it, she was flying! Her wings billowed out on either side of her, and she flapped a little, practising changing the height she was flying at as she tested her new ability. The wind rushed past her face, stronger than she had ever felt it, and she was higher than she had ever been.

As she looked around her, the trees looked like they were flying past her, and the fireflies helped provide light as she got the hang of flying for the first time, joy bubbling up inside of her and leading to laughter as she swooped in between branches, up and down, left and right. She flew just above the nearby river, watching the fish jump in the water, and she leaned her right wing down and ran the tip through the flow of water, cold against her wing.

She pulled up, flying a little lower than before as her wings started to ache. She needed to find a place to land and soon. She looked down and found a small clearing nearby, shady and surrounded by trees. There were a few rocks and a small pond. It was good enough and she landed. She sat down on the rocks, tucking her wings in, and letting out a tired sigh. Her eyes drooped with tiredness, and her body was sore and ached. She might have overdone it a little, but it was worth it to finally feel the breeze on her face. She'd just rest here for a few moments, she thought, and then when she was well-rested, in the daylight, she'd fly home.

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Poppy yawned, stretching as she woke up. She was resting on something hard, harder than her usual bed of soft leaves. There wasn't the familiar scent of Ma cooking breakfast or the warmth of the fireplace she was used to. She wasn't home. She looked up and took in her surroundings. She was in the same small clearing as last night, with twigs and leaves on the floor, painting the flooring in red, orange and brown. The trees still towered above her, but as she looked closer she could see that in the daylight the trunk was thinner, the branches were more spindly; there were a few clusters of blackberries in the trees. She looked around. Her stomach sank, and dread filled her, as she frantically tried to find the direction where she came from, but all the trees looked the same. There was no difference, no markings, not even a suggestion of which direction she had come from. Everything looked different in the daylight.

Ma had never told her what to do if she got lost, because she had promised to never leave; and now all Ma was going to find was her bag, and she was going to die in a clearing all alone, starving to death, with no way to escape. She hadn't broken a wing, but maybe flying hadn't been what she wanted - maybe Ma was right, and home was safer. What was she going to do for shelter? What if the world really was cruel, and something was going to get her sooner rather than later? Her hands grew sweaty, and her breathing quickened, and she knew she was spiralling, but what else was she supposed to do?

A series of noises sounded through the clearing, rhythmic and echoing, like the beats of a drum. Poppy hid behind a rock, although it was far smaller than she was, and crouched down, making herself look small.

"Oh, hello!" A voice echoed, but she stayed hidden, eyes down, even as the man continued speaking, "Are you alright?"

The footsteps moved closer, and she looked up briefly. Was this one of the monsters Ma had been talking about? His skin was a warm yellow, and he had pink-red hair hidden under a blue thing on his head, the rim black and sticking out, with something circular and shiny on the front - a status symbol perhaps. Although, he had a rainbow thing around his neck that looked to be made to keep him in place. He had a bag round his middle, with the same emblem on it and some words written on it. He looked friendly, but Ma had said so did the people who broke her wing, and she couldn't afford to take that chance.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he moved closer still, just the other side of the rock, "You can come back to the neighbourhood, and you can eat and sleep in a bed, and you can meet the others. We're like a family."

There were more of them? She had to admit, being somewhere warm with a bed was a better bet than sleeping out the others. Poppy looked up at him, and he smiled in response, "What's your name?"  

"Poppy. What's yours?"

With unbridled confidence, he looped his arm under hers and pulled her up to her feet, "I'm Eddie. Welcome to the neighbourhood, Poppy."

[melodygutierrez]

California’s abandoned homesteads fascinated me as a kid. Then my childhood home became one

By Melody Gutierrez

Los Angeles Times / Aug. 12, 2022

Helin Bereket spent hours driving her rental car down the dusty roads just east of Twentynine Palms earlier this year, photographing the abandoned homesteads that littered the desert landscape. The Berlin-based photographer had read online about the forgotten shacks filled with shriveled reminders that they were once homes decades ago.

Many of the homesteads were built in the 1950s as part of the Small Tracts Act, a popular federal program that awarded five-acre parcels to people who agreed to build homes on the property. Today, the abandoned shacks are as much a part of the desert as the creosote bushes that dot the land.

As her lens captured the dilapidated exteriors that the desert seemed intent on swallowing, Bereket said she was left with a nagging curiosity about who would relinquish these time capsules in the remote, unincorporated community of Wonder Valley.

I know the answer.

Bereket’s image of a crumbling sky blue structure with wood-trimmed windows on Raymond Drive, featured in an online magazine in June, was my childhood home.

As a kid in the 1990s, I wandered this desert freely, catching iguanas when I couldn’t find horny toads. I shared Bereket’s curiosity when I peered inside some of the abandoned homesteads, using a Pentax camera to capture the way shoes curl into themselves over time or the way a steel pot was still carefully placed next to a long dry sink as if it had been washed yesterday. I invented stories about the people who lived there and why they left.

Now, 25 years later, Bereket was peering into my former life.

“I actually wanted to go inside, but I didn’t have that much time because there were so many houses and some of them were not empty,” she said when I reached out to her after seeing the image of my childhood home.

My parents bought the 714-square-foot house with its two bedrooms and single bathroom for $19,000 in 1990. I was almost 9 years old. They believed that leaving Upland for a small remote town would sever the pull of gangs and drugs that kneecapped the future of those around them. Twentynine Palms was a place where the mayor coached the high school softball team. A place where homeownership was possible for two high school dropouts starting over with three kids.

After several weeks of camping in the summer heat while waiting to move in, we finally got the keys for the house on Raymond Drive.

My parents purchased it using risky alternative financing, signing a contract that would now be considered a predatory loan, but that was one of the few options available for 20-somethings with few assets. The first night in that house, we perched lawn chairs on the flat roof and stared at the night sky in awe of what city lights had long obscured.

The five acres of land around the home was ours, but with few occupied properties nearby, the vast desert felt as though it was all mine.

We quickly learned the lessons desert dwellers know all too well: that bumpy dirt roads slowly dismantle cars, that dust devils create whirlwinds capable of breaking windows and that removing an oddly placed sand berm for aesthetic reasons will bring the water from flash floods to your front door.

Even earthquakes are different in the desert. You hear them first, like a freight train announcing its arrival.

But before we figured out how to navigate the land of little rain, we realized that our house was missing something absolutely critical: a well. Instead, our home had an 800-gallon water tank perched on the roof. It cost $40 to fill and needed to last us two weeks. There wasn’t always money to refill it when it was running low, so flushing was judicious and showers were short.

In the weeks after we moved in, my younger brother and I caught small snakes with a stick and a mason jar, and brought them home to my horrified parents, who told us that the nubs on their tails would grow to be rattles. We learned the difference between a sun spider and scorpion and, despite my certainty, the sting from the latter hurts but is rarely deadly.

Our small ranch-style home, which was built in 1965, was half a mile from the school bus stop. I know this only because I recently asked my mom about it; my childhood memories had it closer to three miles, or maybe 20 miles, but perhaps that’s what the walk felt like in the arid afternoon heat. The ride to school in Twentynine Palms was some 35 minutes, with our bus hauling some of the area’s poorest kids.

For a while I thought I was an exception. My parents had opened a sign-painting business, and we had learned to navigate desert life. When I once commented about neighbors who were poor, my dad quickly corrected me. We were no different. We were poor too.

But as long as we had the house on Raymond Drive, I didn’t think that was true.

The loan went bad in 1997 over a dispute about contract language. Our only recourse was to walk away before we were evicted. I was in high school, and the anxiety of that time while we searched for a place to live, never sure whether someone would show up to kick us out, is my foremost memory of that home.

We ended up moving to a house three miles away, down a different dirt road slightly closer to town. Despite the proximity of the two homes, I had no interest in returning to Raymond Drive, blaming the house for abandoning us.

Last year, nearly 25 years after we last drove down that road, I was in Wonder Valley visiting my parents, and I had a sudden desire to look at my childhood home. My mom joined me as we made the short trek to Raymond Drive, where we assumed someone would be living.

It was barely standing.

The sky blue house with the wood-trimmed windows now looked worse than the surrounding homesteads, many of which have been reclaimed by the gentrification that has transformed Wonder Valley and nearby Joshua Tree into trendy destinations with abundant short-term rentals. Skyrocketing real estate prices have made housing here unattainable for many of the residents who have weathered this desert for decades.

We entered the house through a large exterior hole in what used to be the closet of the room I shared with my siblings, and I stood there, cellphone camera in hand, staring in disbelief at the remnants of my past.

The home was even smaller than I remembered; the ceilings lower.

Amid the dirt and debris inside my old bedroom I spotted my Barbie doll, a hand-me-down from my mom discarded by my teenage self when we moved. The crocheted dress my grandmother made for her was yellowed with age. The linoleum flooring we’d laid in the living room had peeled and cracked below a roof threatening to surrender to the fierce heat and wind. We spotted a sign my dad painted and a bucket we used to fill the swamp cooler with water; our blinds were still hanging in the window. The house had been vandalized, but it appeared no one had lived here since we left.

Our names are still carved into the concrete we poured on the front patio. The railing my parents built is now the most sturdy part of the home, which still had a black padlock on the front door despite the large hole in the back siding. The water tank is missing from the roof.

My mom’s shocked silence was punctuated with the occasional “oh wow” when she discovered other items that were once ours. It felt as though the house had been waiting for us this whole time.

After my visit, I returned home to Sacramento, where I cover state government for The Times, and tweeted about how it felt to walk into my childhood home and realize it had been empty for all these years. Lawmakers, lobbyists and readers emailed or texted me pictures and stories of their own childhood homes. For weeks, people reached out to say the Twitter thread resonated with them, that returning to their own childhood homes was more than just a trip down memory lane. It conjured emotions they hadn’t been expecting.

It’s an experience millions of Americans seek out each year, said Jerry Burger, a retired Santa Clara University psychology professor. Burger spent more than a decade researching people who visit their childhood homes for a book titled “Returning Home: Reconnecting With Our Childhoods.”

He found that one-third of Americans older than 30 have returned to their childhood homes. His own interest in the subject stemmed from his nagging desire, as he neared his 40s, to revisit the places that served as a backdrop to his childhood.

Burger says people feel particularly strong emotions about the place they lived between the ages of 5 and 12. “It seems to be those are key years,” he said. “For many people their identity is tied up with that place, with that time.”

I know this is true for me. I showed my husband and children the photos of my childhood home, zooming in on the picture of my Barbie, her red hair a matted mess. I’d left her behind a second time.

I tried to explain the layout of the bedroom I shared with my two siblings to my 6- and 12-year-old boys, telling them about the time my older sister lodged her bed in the closet so she could say she had her own room.

As I talked, I knew I wanted my preteen to see it in person.

I envisioned a kind of Hallmark movie moment inside the dilapidated home that would lead to my 12-year-old reflecting on his own middle-class privilege. My “mom brain” was allowing me to pat myself on the back for the solid parenting moment I was manufacturing even before I booked our travel.

We set out in April, our rental car bumping along the dirt road, a dust cloud following closely behind us as we headed toward Raymond Drive. When people used to ask where I lived, I would tell them, “Along the back road to Las Vegas.” Now, I regularly see stories glamorizing Wonder Valley and the eclectic lifestyle offered here.

We passed the myriad homesteads that are now rentals, boasting amenities such as outside baths called cowboy tubs, a rock climbing wall or yoga rooms. I talked about the impact it was having on locals who were being priced out of the desert, and added “gentrification” to my son’s vocabulary.

“There was nothing like that when I was here,” I told him.

As we pulled up to my childhood home, I warned him we shouldn’t enter the circular driveway my siblings and I lined with large rocks as part of our weekend chores. There could be nails or other debris, and I didn’t want to risk a flat tire.

“Wow, is that what it looked like when you lived there?” he asked.

No, I told him, looking at the way the sagging structure appeared to be frowning.

We parked on the side of the house, and as we walked up, it was clear something was different from my last visit six months earlier. There were hundreds of nails scattered on the porch and driveway, stopping us cold. Nails can act like a home alarm when there’s a reason a resident doesn’t want you around, a warning more clear than any “do not trespass” sign in the desert.

The barking dog in the house was another clue that someone was now living inside.

We left quickly, driving a quarter-mile away before I pulled over. Disappointment washed over me as I realized my pre-scripted parenting moment would not happen. My son saw the house, but he didn’t go inside; he didn’t see my name in concrete or what remains of the black and white checkered kitchen.

It could be squatters, I said.

“At least someone is living in it, right?” he responded, recalling my talk about the state’s housing crisis.

Outside, the wind pelted the car with sand as we stared at what was no longer an abandoned shack. I could see what appeared to be a swamp cooler perched in the window of what was once my parents’ bedroom. The hole in the exterior was boarded up haphazardly with plywood. There was a pile of debris outside, and I wondered whether my Barbie was in it.

I took out my phone to capture one more picture of the weathered sky blue homestead with the windows we’d trimmed in wood. Like Bereket, I was just another out-of-town passerby with a nagging curiosity about who was calling it home.

[echo-three-one]

Alex Mason x Reader

Hello everyone! Here I am again with another NSFW fic!

This is going to be the first of many NSFW fics I'll be writing in which I will try to attempt to bond Reader and a character in more ways than one!

First up is our Alaskan Captain Alex Mason

why? because why not? 🥴

As always here is where I draw the line and warn you that this is graphic (for me, I don't know about you)

not good with warnings and etc. Read at your own risk. (2900ish words)

'wow. this was a nice read! I hope to see more of your work soon' You tapped the soft keys of your trusty laptop as you finished reading another fan fiction about your favorite character. Releasing a deep sigh, you peeked at the taskbar to see what time it was. 12:24 am. You could read another one, you told yourself as you let your fingers slide across the touch receptors of your device. Your room was already dark, you were happily positioned at your bed and you clicked on the link to your next story. I was another smut fic, but the chapter summary was full of words that didn't make sense together. You softly whispered each word, the other one louder than the next as you tried to comprehend what the author was up to. By the time you read the last word, a soft yawn escaped your mouth as you slightly drew your device close to you and began reading the fic.

The story was good. It started with a mystery where the characters started to wonder why it happened, then conveniently led it into a flashback style. You chuckled at the possibilities on how this fic goes but you suddenly felt your eyelids drop and you gave in to the feeling.

~

Cold. It was the feeling that sent you awake. You slowly opened your eyes and someone beside you lifted its head and started rubbing your head.

"You awake?" his low voice sent tingles down your spine. You know for a fact that this might be a dream, but it felt so real.

"It's too cold." You whispered, playing along with your mind, but you were very curious to see for yourself if your hunch was right.

"Of course Honey, we're in Alaska." he comments, you could hear him smile through his reply and your heart thumped faster as you felt his arms wrap around you, giving warmth to your icy skin.

"I don't live here. Why are we here? And who are you?" You turned slightly to him, his hug was restricting your movement and it's not that you didn't like it, it was just too overwhelming to be hugged.

"Fairbanks, Alaska. And who am I? I took you to dinner earlier and you forgot who I am?" he complained, letting go of his grip and looking intently at you as you flipped yourself to face him.

What you saw was unbelievable. He looked like the actual photos you downloaded, every detail felt correct and you're starting to be proud of your brain for conjuring such vivid thoughts.

"Alex… Mason?" you catch your breath, covering your mouth with your hands as he smiled and tucked your hair and placed it behind your ear.

"Full Name? Did I do something wrong honey?" he pouted his lips as you longingly looked at it, wondering if you will be able to remember all.of these when you wake up.

"Nothing h h honey.." you played along as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. It was warm and wet, too realistic of a feeling to be assumed as a dream. You reach out your finger as you softly poke his skin, the touch felt real and Alex actually got scared of your immediate actions.

"Something bothering you, honey?" he asked with a smile. You wondered about how to respond and is it really worth it to respond even if after all of this is just a dream. But if it is a very realistic dream, you debated that the good choice was to enjoy whatever the fuck this place is before the real you actually wakes up.

"Kiss me." you dared the captain as you cupped his cheeks. Much to your surprise, Alex didn't hesitate to lean forward, close his eyes and pout his lips. 

"Eh. Fuck it." you whispered to yourself as you started to accept Mason's kisses. His mouth felt so real inside yours, his tongue probed around the regions of your mouth while your tongue battled against his. Soft moans from your mouth filled the small space between your bodies as Alex reciprocated it with soft groans. Original pleasure groans, not those found in the game files. You felt your body tense as his hand slowly slid on your thigh, through the silk fabric of your pajamas. You whimpered at his warm touch and ran your hand across his arm, feeling his muscles tense as he gave your thigh a soft and teasing squeeze.

"What made you change your mind tonight, honey?" Mason whispered against your ears, his soft voice made your hairs tingle. You couldn't believe what was going on but insisted that your mind was capable of conjuring such vivid illusions.

"I can't stop thinking of you, Alex." You groaned needily. It wasn't necessary to say that but you really played your part in this fantasy, something you never expected you'd do but Alex seemed to enjoy it.

You moaned the moment his hand lifted the garter of your pajamas and slowly reached for your intimate area, this was the first time you looked down and realized that this isn't your body. 

'Shit' you whispered to yourself as you started to get up and touch your body. Alex got up too and wondered about your condition.

"You okay?" he flicked his lamp and you saw a clearer version of the man sleeping next to you. Your eyes widened at the realistic rendition of Alex Mason, his hair was sort of messy, he was wearing a blue and white striped silk pajama combo and his right elbow sank deep into the mattress, supporting his body. All of those things weren't on the game files you browsed endlessly.

"Pinch me." was all you could say.

"Really? I'm not going to hurt you, you know that." Alex ran his left hand to fix his messy hair, your eyes couldn't help but enjoy the way his arms flexed in front of you.

"Fine. I'm pinching myself." You surrendered and squeezed your arm using your fingers, sending a pulse of pain to your brain. You're still here and a very real Alex Mason is still in front of you.

"Maybe you just need some water. I'll go get you some." Alex offered and got down the bed, dragging his feet on the floor as he made his way to the kitchen. You couldn't help but stare at his beautifully shaped ass while he did it. Just like what you let Bell do when you played through the game.

You quickly scramble around the room as soon as he's gone. Drawers filled with notes and unimportant documents, photo frames of you two on different places around the globe, there's also one with Frank Woods, who's also wearing outfits and poses not on the game.

"Where am I? How do I go back?" You worried as you heard footsteps walk back to the room. Tossing the covers, you quickly slipped inside them and went back to the position you were in when he left, just like nothing happened.

"Here's a glass." he handed it over to you, it was so sweet that you could feel your heart melt and gave you more reason to leave this place before you want to stay here forever. Your hands trembled as you held the water. Mason's arms were on his hips as he smiled at watched you try to drink it, but instead, you poured it all over your face.

"Goodbye, Alex!" you yelled as the water splashed all over your face. Mixed with Alaska's cold temperature, it felt like tiny bits of ice tickled your skin. This is it, you're home. You slowly open your eyes and much to your expectations, Alex Mason was still there, standing in shock at your actions.

"I'm going to get a towel, and remind myself to take you to the doctors first thing tomorrow morning." he said as he helped himself to the closet with some towels and a fresh change of clothes.

He wanted to be the one to wipe off your face, but you insisted to do it yourself. It may be a dream come true to be sleeping beside and pampered by Alex Mason, but this was too supernatural to occur. 

"Take off your clothes." he muttered, his tone was commanding yet concerned. You blush at the thought, you've been reading a lot of fanfiction about him and this was exactly what you'd pictured he'd sound and look like saying that exact same phrase.

"Turn around." You mutter, fidgeting on the topmost button of your pajamas.

"Aw come on. It's not like I haven't seen that beautiful body of yours before." He smiled, it was way better than the smile he gave to Frank when you played the game. This one sent butterflies on your stomach. 

'Ah fuck it.' you mentally told yourself as you gave in to this little realm's temptations. You stared at Alex invitingly, to which he responded with a slow crawl back up the bed, his fingers trailed on your second button, while you worked on the first.

"There's the girl, I used to know." he mused, his lips slowly inched toward yours as you slowly close your eyes and felt his mouth slowly smooch against yours, leaving that soft sound of your wet lips parting etched into your brain. More of those sounds filled the room, as you tense your shoulders and trailed your hands across the silky texture of his clothes, feeling the bit of hard muscle underneath it.

Alex groaned at your touch, whispering to you how he yearned for such intimacy after all those years of being controlled. You noted that the numbers were canon and that meant it's not just someone who looked like Alex Mason, you were with THE Alex Mason.

You giggled as he met your exploring hands with his, wrapped his fingers around yours and slowly pushed you down the bed. His mouth went back to your lips, kissing you like he'd never kissed in years. 

His hands slowly parted your grip as you reached for his cheek, not wanting to let him go. His hand finished the rest of the buttons, leaving your body wide open. He gave you a menacing smirk as he slid his fresh shaven chin down your body, leaving soft trails of kisses every inch he traveled, you couldn't help but gasp as the sensation, lifting your body unconsciously every time he parted his lips from your skin.

You headcanon Mason as someone who's slow and intimate but his actions surprised you as he aggressively lifted your lower body and slid your pajamas along with your underwear tossing it behind. His eyelids were half closed when he turned his gaze to you. You were looking down at him, your face almost incomprehensible, but your mouth was open enough you could feel yourself almost drool.

His fingers teased your shaven opening, two fingers formed a small peace sign, splitting the two regions of your pussy open. You couldn't help but groan and he chuckled at your initial reaction.

"Don't worry. We don't have neighbors here." he winked and started to trail his tongue on your pussy, eyes focused on yours.

You gasped as his tongue repeatedly moved between your legs, sending jolts of pleasure across your body as it unwillingly lifts itself up. Mason then grabs your legs and spreads them open, pushing it close to you, leaving you very open.

You could feel the pain of your position but it was unmatched with the pleasure his tongue was doing to you. It felt like he hadn't done this in years and was reliving his younger days as he did it. You had no problem with it, you moaned along with his movements, joined him while he gasped and praised your perfection.

You were already soaking when he stopped and you opened your eyes out of curiosity. He quickly unbuttoned the rest of his clothes and dropped it on the floor. He was far from the light of the lamp but you could see the silhouette of his erect cock that he slowly rubbed. You gulped as he positioned its tip at your entrance and swallowed as he slowly pushed the tip.

Warm. It felt warm as it slowly eased it's way inside you. You could feel your tight walls cling around his shaft and can't help but sigh as each inch slowly penetrated your being.

"Alex…" you whimpered. He looked serious and concerned but your eyes already told him to push through and that was all he needed.

"Oh." you gasped as he pushed himself a little bit more and slowly pulled. The pull felt amazing as your walls tightened once again when he left. Then came another thrust and the sensation repeated as he continuously picked up his pace, low moans escaped his mouth and made your whole body shiver at the delightful sound of it. The sound you were capable of making him do.

The bed creaked along as Alex's silhouette continued to fill your vision, the way his shoulders rise and fall with his swings and the way his arms looked when he reached to play with your breasts were like an art you were appreciating. It's almost you never wanted this dream to end.

His groans became heavier and his thrusts stopped as he quickly pulled himself out, panting and gasping. You almost pushed him on the edge and he wasn't giving up yet.

You quickly got up and climbed up his face, kissing him intimately, like this will be the last time you'll be ever kissing him, he gave in to your sweet lips and your heads swayed along with your kisses, hands probing every inch of your bodies, squeezing, grabbing, grazing and teasing.

You giggled as you pulled back and his mouth reached out to you more, he was needy but you had other plans. Your hand reached out for his balls, grabbing it and playing with it while your mouth trailed down to his chest, inhaling that sweet Captain-like musk he had, down to his pecs, which were perfect and down to his hard cock.

You softly kissed the tip, tasting a little bit of sticky liquid from it. You were right, he was already on the edge. You seductively swallowed him slowly as he let out a low groan

while you let out a teasing gag sound.

"Haaah… Fuck." he gasped as you continued to work your tongue around his rod, your eyes looked like smiling as you roll it upward and look at his reaction. He was beautiful even in that face.

He cupped your cheek and slowly lifted your head up and met his lips, this time you're already comfortable with the situation and you want more. You hungrily tasted his mouth, savoring whatever this fantasy was, and he reciprocated it with force gently pushing you to the bed while he pressed his firm body against yours, his warm cock stood firm and pressed against your stomach as he continued to romance his mouth on yours.

Once the smooching was enough he slowly lifted your leg and laid down behind you, your shoulders pressed against his chest feeling his nipples. 

You felt his tip point at your entrance, teasing you as you turned your head to him and furrowed your eyebrows. He seemed to like the way you're needing him badly so he slowly slid himself inside once again.

He felt like the first time all over again, but this time he didn't take his time slowing it down. He was actually excited. You felt his gasps on your neck as he bucked and swayed his hips inside you while you yelped in pleasure.

"Please… Alex…" you begged him for more, even if you already felt more than enough that you could handle, you felt greedy. He seemed to understand your language as he hummed amusingly, grabbing your breast with gripping force as he continued fucking you from behind.

You closed your eyes to savor each of his thrusts but it immediately felt quiet. Yo looked for him and he was already in front of you, kneeling, and readying his cock for another round.

You wished it would never end but at some point he had to release all his tension, you asked him to spray it across your whole body and wanted him to join you to clean it up later and he did. It was a lot, you felt hot shoots of his load, on your neck, breasts, stomach and down to the top of your pussy. You both gasped in excitement and exhaustion as he plopped himself to you and gave you a very long and sweet tongue action.

The cold Alaskan air breezed through the window but you were both sweating and panting, never wanting to part your lips.

You both eventually fell asleep later in the night and it was the first time in quite a while that you actually slept well, you slowly opened your eyes to see the handsome soldier sleep beside you but what greeted you was your phone. You quickly got up and looked around. You were back on your room, you're back to your normal life. It's a mix of happiness and sadness, as you realized it was all a figment of imagination, and a realistic one at that, too.

You open your phone and Alex Mason's face greeted you. He was your wallpaper and it almost felt that you took it that night, you didn't remember downloading that wallpaper but ignored it and carried on with your life with that beautiful memory planted in your mind.

[guigz1-coldwar]

Taking a picture..... (fem!Bell/Park)

Summary :

Bell was an woman of many talents and she never thought that photography was one of them.

Words : +2700 ---------------------------------------- Photography.....the best form of art !

A picture can be a lot of things like a simple photo on an identity card or something on an side of a personal file but for some, it's more than just that. It became a thing where creativity and the imagination found their place as skilled people can make a simple picture into a piece of great art. Give them a highpoint in a city and they are capable to make people feel emotions when they discover the picture the photographer has taken.

A lot of people were skilled in that domain.....and Bell never thought that she was going to be one of them in that short time. During her mission in East-Berlin, she was just asked by Adler to take some pictures of Kraus to make sure it was him that they were looking at and at this moment, she realize that she was taking good pictures and that photography was an domain she wanted to get deep in. She was already into drawing when she arrived in Adler's team where she was doing it during her freetime but photography was intriguing her. Her skills greatly improved when she was allowed to be the one to take the pictures during her mission in Ukraine and after that, she was decided.

She would never leave the camera Adler gave to her to immortalize some goods moments. During the first days after her mission in Ukraine, she was taking pictures of the surroundings of the safehouse, lonely ans she was loving it. She was doing it alone, not wanting to be mocked on her new hobby but one day, Park found her alone and realized that she was feeling better by doing this. Even if Bell was feeling ashamed to be discovered during her freetime, Park convinced her to continue and to push further. She was the first one to propose herself as an model for Bell and the first picture Bell take of Park was her, smoking a cigarette, leaned against the wall of the safehouse.

On this day, Bell started to take pictures of the others but not everyone was willing to have them getting immortalized by her : if Lazar was agreeing to that and sometimes was making some good poses, Adler wasn't believing in having his own picture and make his opinion about it. He said that she should stop playing around and get to work but Bell was considered as a fast worker because once she was given work in the morning, she would be done at noon and she will have free time until she was given work again.....and Adler was making sure that work was more present but each time, Bell was beating him in that game and he couldn't do anything about it but he was clear : no pictures for him.

Sims was also curious about Bell's capacity in photography, it was more in a good way but he wasn't allowing her like Adler. It was meaning that in the whole safehouse, Lazar and Park were the only one who were positive about Bell's new hobby as Woods and Mason were still on their mission in the Ural Mountains and when the team was regrouping when Bell was sleeping, they even got an argument about it. Adler and Sims proclaimed that she couldn't do that everyday because of their importance of their work as Lazar and Park thought that it was helping her to feel alive and having like 'a family in here'. No one was winning that argument but they all stay clear about their own opinion.

The day after that, Bell just finished working at her desk in the afternoon when she realize that it was just her and Park in the safehouse. When she asked Park about it, Park told her that the others went for a meeting in the city with someone having intels about a Perseus operation. At hearing this and since she has finished her work, she decided to start to draw on a piece of paper she was keeping for that, she would have like to do some pictures but she didn't do a simple drawing since some days, she started to draw herself on that paper, alone and smoking a cigarette. After some moments, she was at mid way to finish that draw when she heard a voice getting closer from her,

"What are you drawing, Bell ?" She looked at her right to discover Park on her chair, looking at her drawing.

"Oh, just me." Bell showed fully her drawing to her, Park was smiling at it,

"It's incredible." Park exclaimed "You're a master in drawing, I see." She added, in a teasing voice

"I don't want to see myself like that, I just like drawing." Bell said before returning back to draw, she wasn't seeing herself as a great drawer but just at someone who wanted to feel better

"Like photography...." Park told "You've been very creative since Adler gave you that camera."

"Yeah but Adler is convinced that I'm playing with the camera like a toy instead of 'working my ass around' like he said" Bell stay focused on her drawing, her voice getting harsh by talking of Adler on that subject

"No, don't say that." Park put her hand on Bell's shoulder "You love making pictures and that's not him that will make you stop."

"Maybe you're right." Bell replied

"You know that I'm right." Park affirmed clearly, saying her truth "You feel better while doing this, right ?" She asked, making Bell stop on her drawing to look at her,

"I feel better and that's the only thing I want right now." She put her paper back on the desk, having finished it as her gaze fell on the camera that was just next to the paper. By looking at it, she was having a idea "Can I ask you something ?"

"Anything." Park responded, having seen Bell's eyes falling on the camera

"I want you to come with me somewhere." Bell put her hands on the camera "Somewhere safe and discreet." She then got up, giving her free hand to Park "You're okay with this ?" She asked

"Of course, darling." Park said in a teasing voice, causing both women to laugh from that as Bell helped Park to get up.

With the camera in hand, Bell ordered Park to follow her outside the safehouse. As it was just them and that no one was going to enter this place because it was located in the middle of nowhere, they didn't have to worry about intruders and anyway, Bell said that the place she was leading was somewhere that wasn't far from the safehouse. Park, during her walk, was intrigued about where Bell was leading her, she said that it was safe and discreet but where this place can be as everything around the safehouse because it was safe and discreet all around.

After just a simple one minute of walk, they were finally arrived in the place Bell was talking about : a viewpoint overlooking the Spree going inside the city and like Bell said, it was safe and discreet, feeling more isolated from the safehouse. In there, there were a rock looking like a seat and Bell invited Park to sit on it who complied as she was stunned by the beauty of that place and its loneliness. As Park sit down, Bell get on one knee, looking at the river,

"Good place, right ?" She asked

"Yeah, charming." Park replied, amazed by the view

"Sometimes, I come here to have some peace from work and I draw." Bell looked at Park "I sit on that very rock and I looked around, making me feel better as I found ideas."

"I like that place, Bell." Park exclaimed but she was wondering about why Bell brought her here exactly "You want me as an model, right ?" She asked, causing Bell to prepare the camera

"Yeah, I have the idea that it would be a perfect mix with the beauty of that place.....and your beauty too." Bell responded in a lovely voice, blushing and Park was reacting the same way,

"Been cheeky, are we, Bell ?" Her voice was teasing Bell who caused her to blush more and both women to laugh "Anyway, how do you want me ?"

"Stay where you are.....and....stay yourself." Bell prepared the camera as Park was complying to Bell's instructions : been herself. She decided to be thinkful and to look at the river with a smile, her eyes been drowed by the beauty of the place as Bell was ready to take the picture. And then, click, Bell just took the picture as Park moved to look at Bell with lovely eyes,

"Already finished ?" Park asked as Bell was looking for something else

"No...I....I would like something else from you.....your full beauty, Park." Bell wanted just one picture but she wasn't sure if Park was going to do it "I need you to.....remove your scarf."

"My scarf ?" Park put her hand on the scard she had around her neck, she showed her scar to Bell and Lazar but after that, she was feeling ashamed to have done that because that scar was representing a part of naivety in her life "Bell, I don't know...."

"I know it's hard for you but I would like to have it.....for me." Bell pleaded, she really wanted to see Park's beauty at her maximum, Park took a deep breath and in a second, she removed slowly her scarf, revealing her scar a second time to Bell, she was feeling about it but she was trusting Bell so much that she couldn't refuse it.

"I'm doing this for you, Bell." Park placed herself well on the rock but instead of looking at the river, she was looking down, her eyes focused on Bell's face as Bell was preparing silently to take the picture of the British spy in front of her. She was amazed by what she was looking at and Park's face was troubling her of pleasure. She knelt down as she was ready to take a new picture : Park was having a little smile and looking at her, teasing her and then......click.

As the picture was taken, Park breathed again and suddenly, she started to have tears coming from her eyes, she wasn't sad but so happy to feel so free after she removed her scarf for Bell. Bell wasn't understanding that and she approached her, worried.

"What's the problem, Park ?" Bell asked, facing her "You were perfect !"

"It's just that.....thank you, Bell." Park replied, moved by the emotions, trying to clear her own tears.

"It's okay, don't worry." Bell intervend, putting her thumb on Park's face to clean the tears and by touching Park, she was feeling something very strong inside of her : her love for the british women. At this moment, their both eyes locked to see at each other. Both....hypnotized as both wanted to get lose in each other eyes. Their blue eyes was like a combinaison and they weren't moving because of that....until Bell decided to make the first move.

She put her both hands on Park's face and slowly, she leaned forward, closing her eyes and finally, her warn and soft lips joined those of Park for a little kiss. She could feel the cold feeling of Park lips and she was loving it.....and Park too as she decided to put her arms around Bell and then to slowly lean forwards, causing Bell to fall gently on her back on the ground as Park was reinforcing the kiss more further.

They were both loving each other and this moment was their moment to show their affections for each other. At the beginning, it was just like some little teasings but both realized that these teasings were becoming reals and their thoughts was focused on the other since the moment, they both realized that they were having feelings. Both thought that this moment was never going to come but anyway, it did happen....and Bell was the first one to make this move.

Bell broke the kiss, she still had her hands on Park's face, she was amazed and happy to be with Park. With her hands, she removed part of the hair recovering Park left eye.

"I must say that....I'm crazy in love with you." Bell exclaimed, proudly, having removed Park hair from her eye

"Me too, since that mission in East-Berlin." Park added, her feelings becoming real after that mission but in fact, they became real when she saw Bell for the first time.....for her, she was showing hints that Bell was the one she was loving at all.

"You helped to make me feel better, thanks you to believe in me." Bell replied

"I know, thanks you for that picture." Park was so happy right now that she wanted to stay more with Bell alone but she know that Adler will soon come back with the others "I think....we need to get back to the safehouse, Adler will come back with the others."

"I would like to have more moment like this in my life with you." Bell know that her life in the safehouse and especially within Adler's team was hard to live and unfortunately, every good moment has an end "Can we get here more times ?" She asked and Park nodded "Just the two of us ?" Park nodded again as she got up, helped by her

"We will have more, don't worry about this." Park give her hand to Bell as they were both got up "Let's go back to the safehouse." Both joined their hands together as they decided to leave this place, sadly

Both women were so much happy about declaring their feelings for each other but they will have to hide it because of Adler's orders to 'keep it professional' between everyone. As both women talked during their walk back to the safehouse, they both agreed to keep that for themselves and to stay together even if Adler discover that relation. He wasn't the boss around here especially, speaking about that type of relation. It was their choice, not his !

When they arrived near the safehouse, they had to remove their hands from each other as they could see the other arrive in the safehouse. Thanksfully, Park could convince Adler that Bell wanted some time alone and she had to go pick her because she needed her for something in work and that did worked enough to convince Adler and the others.....except Lazar who saw through the lies and surprisely, he was happy about this and even make the sign meaning that he would keep his mouth close for that, relieving both womens.

After that, it was the return to the harsh reality for Bell as Adler decided to give her more work as before but as always, Bell beat him again in that game in just an hour. Now, it was the end of a full day she lived : having declared her feelings to Park and having the best picture she captured. As she was going to go from her seat after all this work, Park arrived at her side, holding a file in her hands,

"Bell, the file you asked me." Park put the file on Bell's desk gently before getting next to Bell's ear "Look at the last page." She whispered

"Oh, thanks you." Bell exclaimed, fainting before Park go back to her desk, wondering about what Park left for her. It was indeed that Bell asked for. She opened it and decided to look directly at the last page. She was surprised to see the picture she has taken : Park looking at her with lovely eyes, without her scarf.

Park took the camera when they were all back to work and decided to develop this particular photo in the Dark Room of the safehouse, she was so proud of that photo that she needed to give it to Bell because it was her proof of her love for her. At seeing this, Bell was so moved that tears start to flow from her eyes. She took the picture in hands, holding it with a great smile and then put it against her heart, she was so happy and moved right now. She looked at Park who was doing the same, she closed her eyes as tears were still falling down......

It was her biggest piece of art she has make.....the picture of her life !

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Evan Langford

I still don’t have the best feel for Evan. He was my first Mason route and I really just wanted him to be most things Mason isn’t but that makes him tricky for me because that also makes him a lot of things I’m not. Like easily flustered. His love of solitude in nature and inability to apply himself despite being capable in school are the only two things we have in common and I gave him those trait in an attempt to connect with him better. It has not worked as well as I’d hoped.

And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.

Evan has a tendency to worry about things out of his control. He doesn’t like most people he meets but that won’t stop him from trying to protect everyone he can. He is usually very forward with his emotions but doesn't have a lot of people he actually wants to be around when he does become emotional. When he feels like he can’t handle something he just gets in his car and drives. He knows every little back road and secret place in Wayhaven from his late night adventures. Despite his normal tendency to be stressed or anxious, he doesn’t mind getting lost and discovering new places. Especially if he’s in nature. The only place he doesn’t feel anxious is in the wilderness, no matter how deep, secluded, or lost he is. He has an extremely deep respect for all animals and believes that every part of the animal deserves to be honored whether is be meat for cooking or a pelt for decoration. The first time he realizes that he wants Mason to come with him on his late night drives or spur of the moment hikes is probably going to kill him. He knows that if he isn’t careful he will develop feelings for Mason but is aware that they probably wouldn’t be returned. He’s easily flustered by any social situation since he never took the time to actually develop social skills and doesn’t know what to do but no one flusters him like Mason. 

Pets:

None, he has nothing against pet ownership since he knows how good of companions animals can be but he prefers animals in the wild where they belong.

Stats:

Charming 44% - Intimidating 56%

Impulsive 54% - Cautious 46%

Sarcastic 50% - Genuine 50%

Friendly 45% - Stoic 55%

Easygoing 40% - Stubborn 60%

Traits:

Heart 37% - Mind 63%

Optimist 51% - Pessimist 49%

Team Player 40% - Independent 60%

Skills:

People/Psychology 14%

Combat/Physical 28%

Science/Technology 67%

Deduction/Knowledge 58%

By the Book 51% - Bend the Rules 49%

Professional Relationships:

Mayor Friedman: 1

Police Captain: 3

Personal Relationships:

Rebecca - good relationship, even if I wish it were better - 63%

Bobby - Acquaintance. A reporter with bad morals.

Unit Bravo:

Adam-Teammate

Nate-BFF

Felix-Teammate

Mason-RO

Description:

Eyes - hazel

Hair - light brown-short

Height - 5’9

Age - 28

Facial hair - some scruff, just trims it so it doesn’t turn into a beard but otherwise doesn’t style it and lets it be natural

Tattoos - rook chess piece over his heart, line-art tree of life on his right shoulder blade

Clothes - old, worn jeans, old hoodie he took from his father’s things, hiking boots, para-chord watch with compass 

Cologne - never, usually smells like the forest and is more than happy to not cover that.

Glasses - yes

Body type - slender with mildly defined muscle

Voice - low, gravelly, soft

Apartment:

dark

Book 1:

Did shoot Adam.

Joined Wayhaven PD to put mind to use.

Stayed in and got bugged by Bobby.

Confused/Scared of vampires.

Did blood tests.

Did not get bit by Murphy.

Murphy captured.

Inside Evan’s apartment:

Evan likes to have a lot of plants and wood. He is trying to capture the peaceful feeling of the forest and bring it into his home. 

He tends to eat paleo but it’s not an actual strict diet, rather just what he prefers. He is a decent cook but prefers simple, rustic meals with very little ingredients over anything fancy.

Despite having actual lights in he bedroom he usually prefers natural light and almost never turns them on, making his room look even darker. His bed has natural fur he’s bought from the local hunters that he treats better than most of his other belongings, believing that even in death animal are owed a certain level of respect. His bedroom also has the most plants out of any room in the apartment, usually making it smell as close to the forest as he can get without being in the forest. 

Vision for the Future:

Evan isn’t entirely sure where he want’s his life to go. He knows he wants to stay in Wayhaven and with the force but other than that he doesn’t know. He usually finds himself worrying more about the past or present than the future. That doesn’t men he doesn’t worry about it though. His thoughts are often plagued with fear that he isn’t even going to see tomorrow when he does think about the future. The supernatural world is still something he’s getting used to and is pretty scared by, including Unit Bravo sometimes. 

Past:

Evan was even more of a loner in high school than he is now. He never really applied himself in class, making him a C- student at best despite being pretty smart. He had a tendency to leave school when he’d become overwhelmed by the large number of people and run off to wander the woods, something he regrets now. 

In college he just barely graduated, again not really applying himself despite having the full ability to. He was miserable the majority of the time since there were less chances to escape into nature and was forced to live in the dorms until he could afford a cheap apartment. He doesn’t have any friends from either high school or college. The first time he’d actually made an effort to make a friend was with Tina and then Verda. 

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Pride, Love, Hunters and Vampires/3

Fanfiction 

Part 3

Elijah Mikaelson x Elena Gilbert

ft. Kennett and Klaroline

a/n: this is my tvd/to version of Pride, Prejudice and Zombies.

Yeah, Elijah Mikaelson is sort of Mr Darcy. LOL 😄😉

Thanks for reading. I so appreciate it xoxo💕💕😘

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The dreadful news left Elijah completely devastated. His heart clumped up down even worse than he had ever thought possible.

"This cannot be" the vampire crumpled the note in his hand that it was made into dust.

"I am so truly sorry, brother." Klaus said putting his hand on the vampire's shoulder sympathetically.

"No, this is not true. I would have felt it. I am sure I would have felt it. No. What proof do they have? No proof!"  Elijah said shaking his head. Throwing the note into the fire he walked out of the room.

"Elijah!!" Klaus shouted going after his brother.

This time the vampire could not stop his brother from departing.

"I need to go and have proof that she is no more. I need to. Please look after the family. I am sorry, brother, but this is something I have to do." Elijah said and jumped on his horse.

Klaus understood as he knew what love can do to a vampire of their kind. The heightened emotions ran far deeper when the matter of the heart was concerned, as he himself loved a certain blond vampire he had met on his trip to Baton Rouge.

Flashback

A month earlier, at a private Ball

Klaus stood next to his friend and confidante, Marcel Gerard as he spotted the blonde walking in. His was immediately taken in, mesmerized by her beauty.

"Pray tell, who is this divine creature walking to the Viceroy's wife?"

"That's Miss Caroline Forbes. But, I have to tell you now that there are rumours of her being engaged to the young Count,  Lorenzo St. John."

"A rumour? Is she or isn't she engaged?” Klaus said not taking his eyes off Caroline, as he was able to ask for her hand in marriage there and then.

But, unfortunately, a day after, he found out that she was engaged. And though, he could not hope that she could ever be his, his heart attached itself to her nevertheless.

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The news of Elena's demise spread among her friends rapidly, and they mourned the loss.

But somewhere in the Northern territories, Elena and Hayley were alive, but imprisoned. After they were ambushed, the hybrids clan leader decided not to kill them. 

"Death would be too easy for them. Let them feel all we have felt from their kind." Silas Wulfing said.

"I am so going to enjoy this torture"

 Both huntresses were undergoing weeks of terrible torture and pain.                  

At the same time, Elijah joined the forces of the 5th Vampire regiment that was battling the hybrids near Mystic Falls, desperately trying to find something about Elena, meeting Jeremy in one of the battles. 

"You have met my sister?" Jeremy said surprised as they sat down for a rest inbetween battles. 

"I had the fortune to meet her in New Orleans this spring. At the Garden Ball," Elijah said,"but our meeting was not a very pleasant one."

"I can only imagine. Elena doesn't really like all the pomp and the world of the rich and - the rich. Although we were given a title, we know where we come from."

"Yes, she has made it very clear." Elijah evoked the memory of their early meetings.

"I believe she was frank, laying her opinions right out, without any inhibitions." Jeremy said.

"Indeed." Elijah agreed. "She was- I mean she is very strong-minded."

"You- also believe that she is not dead."

"The hybrids always make an example of killing hunters as you know. They would have already sent - her “ Elijah couldn’t bring himself to utter the word.

"Her head." Jeremy said, remembering other of her fellow hunters that met the horrific end. "Yes, that gives me hope, too. But they might have taken her as a slave or the worst- they have turned her into one of them."

"How is that possible?"

"The hybrid witches are very capable of doing that. This is why we have to kill every last one of them," Jeremy said and stood up, "If I do not see you again Count Mikaelson, I wish you all the best, and maybe we will meet again, in better circumstances. It's been an honour."

Elijah got up as well now putting his hand out to the young hunter. They shook hands and the vampire said-

"The honour has been mine."

Jeremy left the tent and went off, as a hunter, he had the privilege to go on separate missions.

Elijah sat down and took out a drawing of Elena that Valerie had given him.         

"Wherever you are, hold on, my love. I will find you." the vampire whispered, his heart praying that she didn't meet the horrific fate.

And as if she could hear him, her mind, her body and her soul fluttered with love. 

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Days turned into weeks, weeks into months 

Elijah, same as Jeremy continued to fight the hybrids, being triumphant, pushing the hybrids further north. Although he was awarded leave, Elijah stayed at the border. He had regularly received letters from all his family members, one particular made him happy. It was the one stating that Kol had proposed to Bonnie and that she had accepted his hand in marriage, but they would not get married until he returned home, and had found Elena.

At the hybrid stronghold, Elena, together with Hayley was still not let free. But as huntresses, they were trained to endure the most harrowing torture, especially mentally.

"I will kill you" Elena spat at the Hybrid.

"Shshsh" Mason said."I am not here to harm you."

Elena looked at hybrid not understanding what was going on.

"I have come to set you free, but under these conditions."

"What conditions? Who are you?" Elena spat.

"I am Lord Mason Lockwood and I have claimed to take you as my mate."

"I would rather die than become a hybrid's mate." Elena shot at the hybrid.

"I will help you escape, but not if I do not agree to my terms." Mason said.

"Why would you do that?" Elena said.

"Well, you have something I want."

Elena looked at hybrid Lord perplexed. He continued.

"Mystical blood. It has powers that could make me very powerful, but it has to be done in a witch's ritual, that will be incorporated in the wedding ceremony as no one can suspect anything." Mason said.

Elena thought for a second and with a heavy-heart agreed.

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A year later

Elena got out of the coach and told her companion that she wished to go the rest of the path to the village on foot.

"As you wish Lady Lockwood," the man said,"but you should have a guard go with you, just in case."

Elena waved it off, and as the coach went she took to the woodlands. Though she expressed that she did no need an escort, the Lockwood guard followed her nevertheless. After a mile or so, they got out of the edge of the  woods to a lake, where a magnificent Plantation House was set nearby. Elena stood for a moment admiring the view when her memory brought on a picture of the place she had seen in the Mikaelson House in New Orleans.

"Pemberly" Elena uttered.

"Are we going Ma'm?” the Guard asked.

"Yes"- Elena said and they now walked to the house as Elena decided she wanted to see it from the front side.

As they reached the house, a steward walked out.

"Hello. How can I help you Ma’am" the man said.

"Hello" Elena said and now explained who she was and that she had once seen the house and was intrigued by it.

"This is the Old Mikaelson Plantation house, one of three the family owns. But they very rarely come here as it is too close to the border. Only the eldest Count Mikaelson came out here last winter."

"The eldest? Elijah Mikaelson?" Elena asked.

"Yes, Ma'am. The Count has been with the 5th Vampire Regiment fighting for over a year. He has become quite a hero. I don't know if you have heard, but he and his platoon were responsible for storming in Mystic Falls taking it back."

"No, I have not heard. I've been away. I have just arrived from Baton Rouge" Elena was fibbing a little as she couldn't give out details of her whereabouts.

"Would you like to see the house from the inside?"

"Yes, I would like that very much." the huntress said and she followed the steward in. 

Walking around, her eyes were mesmerized by the beauty of the old place. 

As the came to the Grand Corridor, where all the Mikaelson's family portraits were hanging, Elena stood still in front of Elijah's.

Her heart felt all warm as all the memories of him now came rushing in, flaring up like it once did as she read his letter. She gazed at the portrait dreamily. 

"Master Elijah is the most kind and the most thoughtful of them all,”  the steward said, “he kept the family together as their father and mother had died. He makes the Mikaelson family even more proud than any of their ancestors have ever done. We pray that he returns from the battlefield unharmed and that one day when the war is won, settles down and marries, and starts his own family."

"He did not marry?" Elena now slipped, her eyes not moving from the painting.

"No, Ma'am. He devoted his life to the Army." the steward replied. 

“Lady Lockwood," the Guard that was accompanying Elena now said," it looks like a storm is coming. Maybe we should make our way back."

"Yes, we'd better go." Elena said, swaying her look to the garden. The clouds were darkening and it had smelled of rain already.

"If you permit I will go and fetch the coach or a horse, as it has started to rain." the Guard said.

Elena nodded and the faithful hybrid left. 

"I would have offered you to stay, Ma'am, but without my Masters present I am not at liberty to do so." the steward said.

"I understand fully. It is quite all right. Don't disturb yourself." Elena thanked the steward for letting her see the house, she walked to the door to get out.

"It was a delight to show you the house, Lady Lockwood." the steward said as he opened the door for her.

In that moment as she was about to step out, she stopped still, her heart pounding uncontrollably as she was now face to face with none other but Elijah himself.  

The vampire now, stood there in front of her like he was struck by lightning, looking at the brunette like she was an apparition.

Her voice so clear, so soft saying- "Count Mikaelson"- brought Elijah back from his state of apparent shock, letting all inside of him loose, his feeling blustery inside of him like the wind whipping outside.  He now slipped faintly forgetting all good manners, "You are - alive-"

"I am." Elena muttered her eyes firmly fixed on his. 

The gladness of seeing her there, alive and well, even more beautiful than before made Elijah tear up unconsciously. And if it was not for his steward standing there, he would have enveloped her in his arms and never let go. 

Elijah collected himself and nodding a little. "I apologize for the lack of manners. May I say how it is so very good to see you are alive and well, Lady Gil," the vampire’s mind retrieved the information that the steward had called her a different name and he corrected himself, "Lady Lockwood, I believe."

  And his eyes shifted, reflecting now the pain that shot in his heart realizing that the change of title indicated that she was married.  

"Thank you, Count Mikaelson." Elena replied. 

Elijah now turned to his steward asking him to prepare some tea and refreshments, and now referring to the weather worsening turned to Elena. But before he could speak, Elena, understanding that he was about to invite her to stay, said-

"This is so very kind of you, but -" she stopped there. Her warm hazelnut eyes streamed a loving thank you, but I cannot stay.

"Yes, I understand." Elijah now said letting a little silent sigh out.

Elena nodded a little now and then, in a very dear sweet manner said-

"I am equally glad to see you are well. Your steward has told me of your engagement at the north-eastern border with the 5th Vampire Regiment- and liberation of Mystic Falls."

"Yes." Elijah said. 

And there they were, silence enveloping them. Time seemed to have stopped. There was nothing, just them. Hearts beating- 

  Alright, everything is alright Since you came along And before you I had nowhere to run to Nothing to hold on to I came so close to giving it up. And I wonder if you know How it feels to let you go?  

Stay, Stay

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Back at the farm, Elijah walks, dazed but relaxed, back to the house. He checks behind him once, twice, to see if Rocky, who had followed him to the edge of his parents' property, still sits in the woods, wagging his tail at Elijah.

He doesn't.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Amanda says, as she steps out the front door. The sun is shining, bright and warm already for eight in the morning, and Elijah shakes the woods off of him as best he can.

While he's grateful the beast is a silly witch in the woods, the idea that someone out there just... lives in abandoned shack in his woods unsettles him.

"Not a ghost," Elijah says. He sighs. "Has this town always been this fucking creepy?"

Amanda cocks her head and looks at her son with a smile, then steps down the front steps and towards the hay truck. "The city has made you suspicious, my love." She waves the keys in the air, doesn't look back to Elijah. “Come on. I believe you promised me a trip to the farmer’s market.”

Amanda fiddles with the radio, sings along off-key with wrong lyrics, and Elijah absently brushes the mud from his jeans.

The market’s covered in small tables set up underneath tents. Sunlight shines through the trees, and Elijah all but forgets about Viola and Penny and their tiny shack in the woods. The air is sweet with the smell of apple cider and turnovers, and Elijah follows his mother past table after table of pickles, jams, fresh produce, pies, breads…

He last went when he was seventeen. Far too long ago. The smell of it brings him back to being a child, before he made such a shitty decision, before Josh—

“Elijah, can you take these apples back to the car? I’ve a few more tables I’d like to visit.”

Three bags of apples, Elijah takes to the car, tripping over tree roots and uneven, muddied ground. Passes tables selling food that has his stomach aching with hunger.

Just before the market closes off, though, Elijah notes a man, sitting at his table, his head rested in his hand, elbow on the table, flipping through a book with a bored look on his face. Customers seem to ignore him, as though he’s not there. Candles in mason jars are neatly lined up in front of him, a solitary empty spot where someone has bought one.

He seems to notice Elijah staring, because he lifts his head, locks gazes with him. A smile grows across his face.

“Interest you in some homemade candles, sir?”

Elijah makes a face. ���I’m not a sir.�� He should keep going, but—the logo of the candles. Elijah drops one of the bags of apples to pick up a candle. “This creature,” he asks, smoothing his thumb over the creature—thick hair, glowing eyes, fingers like nails. “What is it?”

With a shrug, the man says, “The Beast of Easthallow. Local legend. Man a few hundred years ago, back when Easthallow was just a mining town, claims to’ve seen it.” He cocks his head at Elijah. “There’s a book about it, you know. Adapted from Victor East’s journals.”

“So it’s real?”

Laughing, the man leans back in his chair. “Suppose that matters on whether you’re a believer.” He nods his head at the candle. “Supposed to smell like wildflowers if you see it. S’what the candle’s based on.”

Overhead, the sun hides behind dark storm clouds. Around them, the hum of chatter from the farmer’s market quiets for a minute.

“Can give you a discount if you buy the book, too.” He holds up a book, small, a plain black cover, the words THE BEAST OF EASTHALLOW embellished across the front.

Assuming, for a minute, that Elijah believes any of this, other than a crazy couple of witches living in the woods, he’s unemployed. Setting the candle back down, Elijah says, “I don’t have any money.”

He eyes the apples. “How about a few of those? They came from the Richard Orchard, right?” Elijah shrugs. “Two apples, then.”

Fine. Curiosity peaked, Elijah digs into the bag at his feet for two of the apples, without bruises, one still with a stem and leaf, and hands them over. Their fingers brush together, and Elijah’s lips twitch up in a smile, just for a split second, before he pulls back.

“Do you plan on hunting it?” the man says, dropping the apples into a bucket beside him.

“…Hunting it?”

“We also sell candles that smell like rotten wood and wet dog. Supposed to attract the Beast.”

Elijah snorts. “A candle that smells like garbage?” He shakes his head. “I’ll go with the wildflowers.” Maybe he can gift it to his mother for Christmas.

“I’ll just get you a receipt,” the man says. Elijah hears someone walk up behind him, and turns his head, sees Amanda stepping around counters, a single, small loaf of bread under her arm.

She smiles down at the man, currently scribbling out a receipt for Elijah, and says, “Good morning, Grant. All well at home?”

He lifts his head, looking between the two of them for just a beat or two before he smiles, pleasant and wide, and his eyes—

Elijah clears his throat, averts his gaze. His heart aches, as he thinks of Sean, back home. What used to be home. He wonders if the man he’d found Sean with would be comforting, in Elijah’s absence, or if he’ll find Elijah leaving cause for celebration.

“…fine, Mrs. Flynn.” Grant flashes her a smile, hands over the receipt to Elijah and says, “Have a good day.”

Elijah reaches for the receipt, and Grant winks as their fingers touch again.

As they leave, Amanda weaves her arm around Elijah’s, says, “That wasn’t so bad, was it? And I see you picked up some items as well.” She nods to the book, the candle in the bag. “Didn’t think you were a candle sort.” She smiles, reaches into the bags, plucks out an apple, and begins chattering on.

Elijah glances at the receipt. Ten digits, scribbled at the bottom—give me a call, if you’d like.

At the farm, Elijah thumbs over the receipt as he sits, reclined on the couch, listening as rain beats down on the tin roof. It’s dark, for mid-afternoon; a deep blue-grey overcast filtering the sun out and shadowing the fields.

Still better than the city.

He sighs. Reads the note again. Little early for hookups, isn’t it? Ezra considers himself fairly capable of moving on quickly, but still, if he thinks too much about Sean, something in his chest goes tight and the world feels too small. He could have gone to the other side of the country, to Australia or Japan, and still Sean would feel too close.

Fingers reach up behind him and pluck the receipt out of hand, though, and Elijah doesn’t even bother turning around to chastise his brother. Instead, he says, “Really? We’re being this childish, now?”

Josh reads the note out loud, makes an awwwww sound, and says, “What happened to Sean, McDreamy? Weren’t you guys happy-ever-after or whatever you want to call it?”

“We’re not in trouble,” Elijah says, but he doesn’t make an attempt at the receipt. He just rubs his eyes, wonders how long it’ll take Josh to give up on this. “And it’s none of your fucking business.”

It’s not a lie; they’re not in trouble. Elijah’s completely out of trouble. Feels better about this than he ever has. Josh, though, Josh takes that and runs with it, his eyes getting wide, and he says, “Holy shit. You’re not—“

“Josh—“ Footsteps are coming up from the basement steps, and fuck, Elijah’s not ready to admit that he’d failed in the city, that he ran home with his tail tucked between his legs, and no. They don’t need to know. They don’t need to know. Not yet. Not until Elijah can get on top of things, until he can 

When she reaches the top of the stairs, Amanda glances between them, offers a tentative smile. “Getting on, I hope?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, already heading for her bedroom with the laundry basket. “So nice to see the two of you in the same room without screaming…”

She leaves before Josh can say anything, thankfully, and with a pleased sigh, Josh holds the receipt back out. “S’cute. Taking a page out of your older bro’s book, lying to Mom and Dad.”

Refraining from reaching for the receipt, Elijah says, “I’m not lying to them. And would you stop it with the older bro shit?”

Holding his hands in mock surrender, Josh says, "All right. Just... interesting you're the one keeping secrets these days, is all."

Elijah watches him leave, jaw clenched, and lets out a frustrated groan when Josh is finally around the corner.

It's good, though, right, to meet people. In Easthallow. If he's going to be living here... he'll need a network. Grant can help with that.

He calls the number before he can tell himself not to.

"Elijah," he answers, and his voice is smoother, on the phone, than it really should be. "I wondered if you'd call."

"How do you know it's Elijah?"

A beat, then, "I had a feeling. I wanted to know if you’d be interested in getting a drink?” So the entire town can know about it. So Elijah can spend the evening shooting glances around the bar, wondering who he can trust and whether Grant’s one of those people or not. “About the Beast—“

And Elijah laughs, runs a hand through his hair, and wonders if the entire town is like this. “You don’t really believe in it, do you?”

“You’re meant to believe what you see, right?”

“I’ve seen this Beast,” Elijah says. “Didn’t seem so freaky to me.”

Grant makes a noise, like a scoff, but his voice holds no judgement. “Everyone knows about Viola.”

Fine. Just to sate his curiosity. “All right. Drinks, and you can tell me all about this furry little beast of yours.”

Grant meets him in town, dressed in a light jacket Elijah finds himself jealous of, in the misting cold. He reaches out for a handshake. "Good to meet you."

"You, too," Elijah says. "I thought I knew everyone in this town." He grew up here, went to school here. Graduated with twenty kids in his class. Grant... either he was older, younger, or... wasn't from here.

As though sensing Elijah's thoughts, he sends him a sidelong glance and says, "I grew up in the city. Parents divorced when I was little. Thought I'd do better there, but I always liked the country." His smile is warm, pleasant, and Elijah wonders if it helps with the cold or if he's blushing under Grant's gaze. "What about you?"

"City all the way," Elijah says. "Stepping in cow shit has never been my version of fun."

Grant laughs. It feels good, genuine; Elijah can't remember the last time he made someone laugh. "Plenty of other farms than cattle farms."

"Not according to my parents," Elijah says. "You know they started planting crops when I was fifteen, to help with running costs, and my dad flipped?" He did; Allan's a livestock man, through and through. Elijah still remembers the nights his parents stomped around downstairs, trying to make sense of their next plan.

"What happened? Nobody in Easthallow exports crops."

They take a seat at the bar. Grant holds up two fingers to the bartender, and soft country music plays from the corner of the room, and something settles in Elijah's stomach. He's used to drink menus, twenty minutes with Sean while he tries to decide what he wants, and it's like relief when the bartender slides two beers in front of them and disappears.

It's the little things Elijah loves about this town.

"I knew your brother," Grant says, as he digs his phone out his pocket. "Back in high school."

His mood sours, but Elijah tries not to let it. He peers into the bottle, thinks about downing it all in one go. Doesn't.

"He was a prick." Grant taps away on his phone. "Little fucker nearly drove my little sister insane."

Sounds like Josh. "He cheat on her? Josh is an asshole."

"Wouldn't give her the time of day, mostly. She thought they'd grow up, get married, have kids, whole nine yards. Josh found out and... she ended up homeschooling for the rest of high school."

He remembers that. Something faint, and, hell, Elijah didn't even know the girl, but Josh slept with her best friend and then there was all kinds of drama. Because of Josh. It's hard to believe anyone thought he was a catch, but people like the bad boy thing.

"Don't hold that against me, do you?"

Grant doesn't even lift his gaze to meet Elijah's. "If you were anything like your brother, you wouldn't be speaking with me."

He turns his phone to Elijah, finally, onto a homepage for THE BEAST OF EASTHALLOW. He clicks around a bit, checks out the first hand accounts--all written journalism style, with publishing dates and Grant's name at the top as the author--the photos.

"A lot of them are Viola," Grant says, gesturing to the phone with the beer. "She loves getting dressed ip on tourist weekends and scaring the shit out of the visitors in the cabins." He smiles, shakes his head.

"She's not the start of the rumor, then?" Elijah'd been sure... she could've seen something, made the costume as a joke, to keep people away from her house...

"Nah. Viola's big into local history. Or--Penny, her wife, is. Viola took a liking to the Beast 'cause it's mystical."

Grant's thigh rubs against Elijah's, just a little. Just enough to catch the fabric, enough for the pull to tune Elijah into how close they are everywhere. "Did you read the book?"

"Book?" Elijah echoes, then clears his throat. Grateful for the low lights that help hide his blush, Elijah adds, "Right. No. Didn't even crack the spine."

Like he expects it, Grant scrolls down through his phone again, until he stops at a very clear, very close photo. "This is the most famous ever taken. Fifteen years ago or something like that."

When Elijah lived here. Why the fuck didn't he ever hear about this? "Someone's screwing with me," Elijah says. "I grew up here, and we never had a fucking local cryptid, unless you count the town drunk."

"Fifteen years ago, no one used to see it."

"We don't see it now."

Tapping the screen of his phone, Grant says, "Twenty times in the last year."

It's Josh. It's gotta be fucking Josh, enlisting the entire fucking town, right? Found some freaky girl in the woods to scare him, some guy at the farmer's market to fuck with him, and...

That doesn't make sense, though. Josh didn't know he was coming, and Elijah hasn't been home that long. Is this... does Grant actually believe this shit? That there's really some fucking monster crawling around their little town? Easthallow's a trash heap, people and literal garbage. There’s no cause for why he might be…

Elijah huffs a laugh, shakes his head. Downs the rest of his beer and says, “So, okay. Let’s say I believe in your furry little friend, just for like, five seconds.” He’s still not convinced it isn’t Viola. That this entire set-up isn’t something done to fuck with newbies. “Why only see it now?”

The question of the hour. Grant glances up at him, his eyes twinkling. Something there lights a fire on all of Elijah’s nerves, leaves him feeling warm, pleased, arousal building in his stomach. Grant’s an attractive guy; the muscles that scream outdoor labor, a five o’clock shadow Elijah wants to feel against his skin. Dark eyes Elijah could get lost in, and smooth, tan skin, and hair just long enough to pull.

Shit, he’s tapping his phone again, eyebrow raised like he knows Elijah’s imagining being held down by him, and he says, “Hundred year anniversary of old man Lowell’s suicide.”

“He killed himself?”

“So said the newspapers,” Grant said. “Lots of conflicting reports, though. Another one said he died in the old mine tunnels. Pushed from the roof of the Carnegie library… One said he got caught in a wood-chipper.”

Grimacing, Elijah takes a drink of his beer. “Poor way to go.”

But Grant’s voice is thoughtful when he asks, “Is it? Head first, maybe…” He shrugs.

Silence settles between them, Elijah picking at the label on his beer, Grant tapping his fingers rhythmically on the bar top, before Grant finally says, “So what brings you to Easthallow?”

It isn’t a secret, not really, but Elijah hesitates nonetheless. It’s only been a few days since Elijah spoke to Sean, but it feels like it’s been weeks. Easthallow seems so far removed from the city. Always has. “Bad breakup,” he says, finally, then, “or—not really. Just a breakup.”

“He cheat on you?”

Elijah turns his gaze to Grant. How the fuck does he know. He asks as much, and Grant just chuckles, shrugs one shoulder. Ducks his head in something like embarrassment. “I haven’t told anyone.”

“You have a vibe,” Grant says. “Definitely not from here. Wouldn’t come to Easthallow unless you had family. No one comes here.”

“Viola and Penny?”

With a twitch of his lips, Grant says, “I stand corrected.”

Elijah finishes his beer. Returns it to the coaster. Beside him, Grant pockets his phone. “I could show you Old Man Lowell’s place, if you’re up for it.”

Making a face, Elijah says, “Doesn’t that place have to be ancient by now? How’s it still standing?”

Before Grant can answer, Elijah’s phone buzzes in his pocket, incessant against his thigh. He apologizes as he checks it—his mother.

“Sorry, dear,” she says, but sounds exhausted, “your father has a situation with the cattle. Can you come home, help him out?”

Like a child, Elijah says, “Isn’t Josh home to help.”

Her voice is thick with false sweetness when Amanda says, “I’m asking you.”

He doesn’t have much of a choice, then. Offers a tight smile to Grant when he gets off the phone, pockets his phone. “Dad needs me. Cattle probably got loose.”

But Grant’s gaze snaps to Elijah’s, and his questions are lightning fast, one after another, until Elijah reaches out and grips Grant’s wrist. Intimate, for a man he’d met earlier that day. For a man with a curiosity for the unknown and a crazy loom in his eye when he talks about it. “I’m sure he’d welcome the help. My brother’s useless.”

“Bringing a strange man back to the house already?” Grant tsks, but leaves a twenty on the bar as he stands. “What will your parents say?”

Nothing, if Elijah has anything to do about it. “My mother knows you my name. I’d hardly consider you strange.”

The farm is a cacophony of noises when Elijah arrives there. A loud barking, his father’s deep voice as he hollers, the loud, angry mooing of a cow that does not want to follow orders.

“Yikes,” Grant says, closing the door to the driver’s side of his SUV. “Suddenly glad my parents run an orchard.”

“It’s not always like this,” Elijah says by means of explanation. Never once has he heard a dog barking here. His father’s allergic. He can make out his mother standing at the edge of the field, though, makes his way across the yard towards her. Grant’s headlights shine out toward her.

“Elijah,” she says, gripping his arm as he stops by her side. “Your father’s been at this for an hour. Something spooked the cattle.”

No shit. Even from here he can make out the door to the barn, broken off the hinges. “Dad leave the barn open?”

Amanda shakes her head. “No. Strangest thing. The hinges are bent.”

A chill runs through him; the hair on the back of his neck stands up. He takes a quick glance around the yard—lit up by the emergency lights his father had installed—but sees nothing, save for Grant as he makes his way towards them. “Not surprising,” he says. “Cattle are strong. Especially if the bull got out.” A beat. “So someone broke in?”

She takes a second to glance Grant’s way, a twinkle in her eye as he reaches out to shake her hand. “Grant. Didn’t realize Elijah was bringing help.” Before he can offer anything by means of explanation, she adds, “The more the merrier.”

Another bark sounds from the field, and Amanda whistles. “And this fucking dog. No idea where it came from.”

At her whistle, the dog comes bounding up to her, tongue wagging out of its mouth. In the dark, it’s a little different, but Elijah would recognize it anywhere. “Rocky?”

He barks, wags his tail. Amanda looks between them with a frown. “You know him?”

Elijah reaches to scratch his ears. “I met his owner the other day—” He almost says in the woods; doesn’t want to tell her what he was doing out there. “—does he come here often?”

“More than we’d like.”

Behind them, Grant adds, “Could it have been the dog who spooked them?”

Amanda shrugs. “Not likely. Allan nearly got one back to the barn before it ran off again.”

“You guys check the barn out?”

What? No. Elijah really doesn’t want to go play detective right now. He wants to go to the field, help his father wrangle the half-dozen cows and the bull back into their barns. But Grant’s already eyeing the barn, and Elijah’s not going to leave him on his own.

Not until he trusts what the fuck is going on here.

“Be my guest,” Amanda says. “After that, can you guys head out to the field?”

“Will do, Mama.”

Rocky follows at their heels, quieting the closer the get to the barn. The hair on the back of Elijah’s neck still stands on end, but, save for his mother and Grant, the farm’s clear—nothing out of the ordinary.

Grant whistles as he pulls on the door. “Damn thing’s strong.”

“Thing would’ve taken a truck to pull it off the hinges like this.” Elijah rubs his hand along the bent metal. The hinges look twisted, ruined beyond repair, the metal worn and fragile in places. “They’d’ve heard it.”

“No one’s gonna take a damn truck to a barn door, either. Easier to steal the cattle out of the pasture.” Grant seems lost in thought for a few seconds, then pulls a small flashlight from his pocket. “And that’s still a lot of work for half a dozen cattle.”

Old cattle, too. Allan does it more as a hobby, now, than as a way to make money. Breeds the cattle, trades them to keep the bloodlines clean. Elijah remembers some of it from when he used to live here. His father’s trips to cattle auctions.

“Elijah,” Grant says. His tone, soft, strange, not quite a whisper but not his normal tone, piques Elijah’s interest, and he follows Grant’s gaze to where he’s brushing his fingers along where the door used to sit against the side of the barn. He doesn’t see anything at first, just like Grant’s pressing against nothing, and then…

Three long, thick gashes in the wood, splintering the siding out. Like nails, fingernails, but… there’s nothing that could do that. A bear, maybe a cougar, but… “You’re seeing this, too, right?”

Anger flares in Elijah’s stomach. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Josh. He’s always been a joker, but—fuck, getting the cattle involved in his homecoming prank on Elijah? This isn’t some petty joke he’s playing, built from an old sibling rivalry he won’t let go of anymore. This isn’t just between them, and as soon as Elijah gets him alone, he’s going to tear his brother a new one.

He turns on his heel, back towards the field, towards where he can hear his father making whooping noises towards the cattle in the dark. Josh is—damn it. Usually better about this sort of thing. It’s not the first time one of his jokes has gone too far, but it’s about to be the last.

He comes across one of the cows before he sees his father. Behind him, he hears Grant’s footsteps. The cow makes a noise, distressed, and starts to stand. Elijah holds a hand out, palm up, and says, “Easy girl, you’re okay,” in a voice he hopes is soothing.

Still, she only makes concerned noises, struggling to get up, get away. Elijah turns, slow, moves so she’ll run towards the house, not farther into the field, still talking in quiet tones. “Easy—let’s get you back to the barn, yeah? Back to sleep? Bet Dad’s got some treats for you. How ‘bout you follow me?”

She moos again; this time, her voice breaks, and she stands, slow, staring off into the darkness behind Elijah. “Grant, you’re freaking her out,” Elijah says. “Can you back away, just a bit?”

No sound, though; no answer. Not even footsteps as Grant moves. Elijah turns, ready to ask him again, when he sees it—fur, thick, eyes glowing yellow in the dark, shining in the light from the yard. It stands tall, taller than Elijah by at least a foot, and its teeth glimmer, sharp and long. Arms, impossibly long, hang at its sides, its chest heaving with each breath.

It’s different, up close. Taller, thinner. Creepier. He thinks about Viola, about how her costume looks up close, and knows, without a doubt, this isn’t her.

His throat goes dry, his blood rushes like a river through his ears. He can’t scream, doesn’t know what he would say if he could, and hopes to tell Josh off for this, later, when the thing snarls, and the next thing Elijah sees is the large, clawed hand that reaches out, as if from the shadows, and punches him in the head.

He doesn’t remember falling.

[syrahnbloodfeather]

A Little More Time

Tyrasam took the news of Alucieus’ death a lot harder than she expected. Losing the only man her late husband could call a friend placed a heavy burden on her shoulders, especially considering he too died as an indirect result of fel corruption. She didn't know the details of the High Justicar’s demise but she didn't need to; the burns on her daughter's hands told her all she needed to know.

To think Whitstan would kill both Zerethel and Alucieus was a nightmare that kept her awake for more nights than she cared to remember. It was a reality she fought against in the snowy woods of the Western Plaguelands and beyond. The moment happened at last, forever burned into her history, yet she still didn't know how to feel about it. With Jaeras now under strict supervision at the Amber Castle, Tyrasam was free to visit Syrahn at her leisure.

She knew what she would see when she arrived at the gates of the Amber Castle, but she still wasn't ready. Rows of coffins lined the left side of the courtyard, draped in black cloth with their names engraved in gold. Countless guards and families alike surrounded them, many leaning over the coffins and sobbing; a bit no older than six stood beside his weeping mother, saluting what had to be the remains of his father. It wasn't something Tyrasam could stomach looking at for long. Worse still, an angry crowd was growing outside of the gates. They were demanding answers Syrahn likely didn't have. Fortunately the guards keeping them from getting any closer to the castle recognized her and let her pass without incident, otherwise she would be sent straight back home.

Tyrasam found Syrahn’s family in the gilded halls beneath the Seat of the Exalted; while the adults did their best to keep their spirits high despite the trouble gathering outside, the children were blissfully ignorant of the situation, and at best, curious from the tension in the air around them. The guards didn’t pay the Paladin any mind, so neither did any of Syrahn’s relatives, allowing her to slip past them seemingly unnoticed to ascend yet another staircase that led to Syrahn’s private chambers.

Her office was a mess. The large wooden desk she sat behind was overflowing with letters and blank sheets of parchment, with several inkwells cluttered near her functioning hand. It wasn’t until Tyrasam cleared her throat did Syrahn even notice her presence. “Oh…! Good morning, Sammy. Sorry for the mess… I didn’t expect you to get here so soon.”

Tyrasam gave Syrahn a comforting smile before meandering toward the alcohol cabinet. “No need to apologize, Syrie. So…” she started while pouring herself a drink, “Keeping yourself busy with writing these days, hm?”

“They’re letters to the families of the guards who died from Alucieus’ onslaught.” The Priestess lowered her head after saying his name; soon that name would belong only to a distant memory, like Ashelin, Areus, and Ehalu. “I don’t think it’s going to help ease their pain one bit, but, it won’t make things worse. Did you see the coffins outside?”

Tyrasam walked around the table with a bottle in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. “I did… along with the crowd.” She couldn’t find a chair that wasn’t covered in paper, so she decided to lean against the wall instead. “They seem angrier at you than the man that took their sons and husbands away…”

“They want answers for the attack. Answers I can’t give them.” Syrahn almost seemed apathetic to their plight, but perhaps she was just emotionally drained from this whole ordeal. The woman finally put her quill away to lean back in her chair. “The commonfolk are convinced it was an assault by the Alliance, and they want blood. The great houses blame House Sun’rael for Alucieus succumbing to the fel corruption, and the meeting yesterday decided Lady Covaya would compensate us for the destruction of our property.”

“How much would that cost?”

“Just over six million.” Tyrasam almost choked on her wine and threatened to spit it across the room, but she proved to be exceptionally talented with holding her liquor.

“Six million?!” She coughed out, wiping wine off her bottom lip. “That’s insane! All he destroyed was a garden, a gate and some statues!”

“That statue was in honor of Lord Kael’kro Sunlust and his lingering legacy.” Syrahn furrowed her brow while she stared off into space. “It was created by Benjamin Kess, a legendary mason that traveled all the way from Stromgarde to cut the statue - by hand - out of the largest boulder in Quel’thalas. Kings would have to wait decades just to get their hands on his craftsmanship… until the Third War happened.” Syrahn closed her eyes and slowly reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose; a surefire sign of her frustration. “I have no desire to make Covie pay for my mistake, especially with her house on hard times now that the war against the Legion is nearing its end. But you must understand… I can’t keep giving my friends favors while ignoring the people I’m charged to protect. My authority isn’t as strong as it needs to be, and it’s only getting weaker by the day. I have to prove to these people that I’m capable of keeping them safe. I can’t tread on their traditions in one moment, then demand their respect and allegiance in another. It’s just…” Syrahn rubbed her temple with her thumb. “Lately I’ve been trying to do what I believe is right, and it’s been causing me nothing but trouble. I don’t know why I keep bothering.”

“It's not just you.” Tyrasam assured her. “I was the one who first attacked Whitstan at the gates of Silvermoon City…” She paused as she rubbed the center of her chest. “Almost died that day… if Whitstan didn't restrain himself, I certainly would've. I guess what I'm trying to say is… never regret doing what's right. If I saw Whitstan but minded my own business my husband would still be alive, Zaldrannar would still be afloat, which means Alucieus would still be alive… everything bad that's happened to us after stopping Hellscream in Draenor could be traced back to my impulse to kill Whitstan.”

Syrahn was quick to retort with, “That's not true. Whitstan was only in Silvermoon because I brought him back from the brink of death after Areus left him to fade away near Scholomance. If I had left him alone, none of this would have happened.”

“You did the right thing.” She softly yet firmly said, placing a hand on Syrahn’s shoulder. “You were the only one to see good in him. You alone. You suffered for it too… I… heard rumors of what Ashelin did to you in the Exchange…” Syrahn slowly inhaled, but said nothing. “You were right to spare him. You were right to defend his right to live. You were right to unlock his memories. You were right to try and save Alucieus. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't have the strength and tact to do the same. Jaeras wouldn't even know her real father, the Amber Glade would probably be in ruin with my husband in charge…” Tyrasam did her best to make light of the situation, but she wasn't sure how successful her attempts were. “You're a strong woman. You'll persevere… you always have.”

Syrahn slowly turned in her chair and took Tyrasam’s hand before tears started rolling down her reddened cheeks. “Th-thank you Sam. I… I really needed to hear that from someone…” Tyrasam knelt beside her chair and pulled her in for a hug, but she was careful to avoid her bandaged arm. They stayed frozen in each other’s arms for quite some time, and Tyrasam refused to let her go until she stopped sobbing. It wasn’t until she could no longer ignore the ache in her legs from kneeling for so long did Syrahn finally settle down.

“Are you going to be okay?” Tyrasam asked affectionately. “Do you want me to get you anything?”

“N-no…” Syrahn sniffled, wiping her face dry of tears with the palm of her hand. “But there’s… more news. It’s about Whitstan…”

A coldness gripped the Paladin’s stomach. “Oh Gods, did he...?”

“No! Nothing like that…” Her voice trailed off again before she inhaled sharply. “The undead can’t breed, needless to say. Kaevia and Whitstan have grown very close, and well…”

“He wants Jaeras.” Tyrasam stood up to her full height and looked down at the Priestess with a peculiar ring in her tone of voice. “Kaevia and Whitstan want to raise Jaeras since she’s technically his. Right?” Syrahn pursed her lips while she nodded. “I knew this would eventually happen. When he confronted me on the roads in Eversong Woods, I saw it in his eyes when he looked at her. I just thought… I’d have more time.”

“Lady Covaya has offered you a position within the Sun’rael estate.” Syrahn was quick to add, unsure if Tyrasam needed comforting words or not. “... so you can remain close… and watch her grow into a fine young woman.”

“I can’t do that.” Tyrasam bluntly admitted. Before Syrahn could respond, she continued with, “I have a business I’m running. All of my greatest customers are within walking distance from my home… and I… I’d just get in the way. No sense in having three parents, right? I belong here.”

The Priestess slowly rose from her chair to meet Tyrasam eye to eye. “You know you can say no.”

“No, I can’t.” She suddenly sounded exhausted. “At the end of the day, he is her father. Her true father. And he’s done a better job in the few times he’s visited than Zereth ever did, that’s for sure…” Now it was Syrahn’s turn to embrace Tyrasam. “I just… I j-just…! I wish I had more time…!”

Tyrasam’s composure shattered once Syrahn pulled her in for a hug. “You can visit her whenever you like. You can still be there for her when she needs you. You know this… S-Sammy…!” She felt her own eyes begin to flare up and sting again as the tears returned. They fed off each other's grief, when one trembled and sobbed, the other did it louder and heavier, and up and up they went. Syrahn and Tyrasam became so loud that they didn't even hear the door across the room open.

Miriam creaked the door open and poked her head inside before saying, “Syrahn are you almost done with the-...” She stopped in the middle of her question the moment she realized her sister and one of her friends were weeping uncontrollably in each other's arms; Miriam didn't know what they were crying over, but she wasn't about to stick around and find out. “I'll… come back later.”

Mentions: @alucieussunrael @k-sunrael

[kat-and-lara]

MIHFFY Chapter 10

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

I spun around to see Professor Schuyler in a red-hot fury...

"Katherine Espinosa!? What are you doing here!?" He starts, screaming with so much anger I was afraid that the vain on his forehead may pop out. "I'm not asking you again. Why are you walking around these halls so late?" His words only made me realize that I had to come up with a lie... And fast...

Think, Katherine... Think of a topic that makes you cry, anything. Something that will convince him good. Oh, right. My parents...

Just even a sudden thought, even a flashback of my parents makes my eyes water, a layer of moisture threatening to spill out... I don’t usually manipulate people to get what I want, but I knew crying was the only way I could get out of this.

"I couldn't sleep. I've been like this ever since my parents died." I explain feeling the tears build up.

"It is way past curfew, Miss Espinosa." Schuyler reminds with a glint of sympathy in his eyes.

"Yes, and I'm sorry." I blink a few times to make the tears fall.

"And with these pigeon killings occurring right after you arrive, I have a suspicion."

"I didn't mean to wander off this far, I swear. I just kept walking and the time passed by." I ramble on with a sniffle.

"I'll let it slide for now. But if I ever catch you again, I will report your whereabouts to not just the headmaster, but to the ministry of magic. You don't know what the Guardians of the academy are capable of at nightfall."

"Yessir."

The words Professor Schuyler told me kept replaying in my mind: 'You don't know what the guardians of the academy are capable of at nightfall'? I thought Gedonelune never had a Guardian! Only the three mages who were instructed to guard the Tower of Sorrow and everything in it. What else is this academy hiding?

"Espinosa." Elias' voice calls from behind me. When I turned around his face was in utter shock. "You look terrible."

"Good morning to you too, Elias." I say attempting to laugh but a yawn comes out.

"Sorry. Did you even get any sleep at all last night?"

"Barely..." I mutter walking to class with Elias right next to me. "What's it to you?"

"As your Buddy, I have to know."

"Is that your excuse?" I joke with a smirk. I notice Luca leaning against a wall and when he sees me he gives me a look saying ‘did you find it?’ I shake my head briefly and then turn my attention back to the note on the classroom door. "Looks like we're going outside today." Elias acknowledges skimming through the note.

"Oh, our Fair Elias! Good morning!" The second we heard the Mason's sisters high-pitch screeching, we groaned at the same time.

"And as handsome as ever!" The one with black hair says pushing me away.

"What a blessing it is seeing our Fair Elias this early in the morning!"

"It is way too early to be making this much noise. Could you quiet down?" Elias shoots with a cold glare.

"P-please forgive us-"

"How wonderful! The expression of repressed rage!" Rose exclaims twirling her purple-tinted hair around her finger as she talks in a pathetic attempt at flirting. 

"Our Fair Elias' rage!" They all babble at once nearly fainting from fangirling. "Could this morning get any better? Please, insult us more!"

"Is she serious?" I comment with a snicker. As if Elias has done this a thousand times, he walks away silently and I trail behind him.

"See you later, Fair Elias!" One of the girls yells at him, her squeaky voice echoing in the hallway.

"Today we will be using tackling attacking spells." He starts the lesson as everyone including me is taking off our cloaks. 

"Now, I'm going to conjure up a group of Umbras for you to defeat with your attacking spell. Umbras, think of them as doppelgängers, or a clone of you. To defeat Umbras, you must use spells that involve the four elements, others are prohibited. Shall we begin? Apareo Umbra!" Before anybody could say anything, the professor waved his wand and countless black shadows in the shape of his body appeared every corner around us.

"Grades will be decided by how many Umbras you defeat. I'll just say this now. Running away won't work. Umbras can be very violent. To not get hurt, and attack with all you've got!" Snapping my head to see Elias and Luca's reaction to this, they were giving each other death glares.

"Luca," Elias says calmly to Luca.

"Yeah?"

"Let's have a serious match to see who can beat the most Umbras."

"Seriously? Sure, you're on. I'll go easy on you if you'd like." Luca replies with a smirk shaking his hand vigorously.

"Trust and believe; I won't lose." Elias boasts with confidence.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Prince Elias." Luca retorts running a hand through his green hair.

"Let's begin. Go." With the professor's command, the Umbras start attacking. One runs up and tackles me down to the ground with supersonic speed. Pinning me down like the monster in horror movies.

"Acies Ventos!" I yell instinctively. Out of nowhere, a wind spirals from the ground into mid-air and swiftly takes the Umbra so far off in the woods, its' demonic screams get smaller and fainter. Then it hit me: My wand rolled inches away from me when I got tackled, so it was never in my hand. So how did I do that? And how is that possible?

[junker-town]

What each No. 1 pick still in the NFL has to prove this year

Jadeveon Clowney, Baker Mayfield, and Joe Burrow are all members of the No. 1 pick club.

From Joe Burrow to Cam Newton, there are nine former No. 1 picks currently in the league — and all have plenty to play for this season.

A wide range of players can call themselves No. 1 overall picks. That includes Hall of Famers like John Elway and Terry Bradshaw, and high-profile busts like JaMarcus Russell and Tim Couch. Not every draft pick pans out, but players selected first overall are greeted with higher expectations than most.

When the 2020 NFL Draft arrived, the Cincinnati Bengals made Joe Burrow the newest No. 1 pick. Like those before him, Burrow is expected to be a big part of his team’s turnaround. He also has a lot to learn as he transitions to the NFL.

But what about the other nine No. 1 picks who are still playing in the league? Let’s see what Burrow and his fellow top picks need to prove this season.

2020: QB Joe Burrow, Bengals

What he has to prove: His magical 2019 season wasn’t a fluke

No, I am not saying it was a fluke. But Burrow wasn’t on many people’s radars before last season. Then the quarterback had one of the greatest seasons in college football history, leading LSU to an undefeated and a national championship. He did so after an OK season for the Tigers in 2018 after transferring from Ohio State, where he completed just 29 passes in three years.

Now, the Bengals are banking on him being their next franchise QB. He doesn’t need to replicate the monster numbers from his Heisman season (5,761 yards and 60 touchdowns), but he needs to show the Bengals they put their future in the right hands.

2019: QB Kyler Murray, Cardinals

What he has to prove: The Cardinals should no longer be taken lightly

Murray had one hell of a rookie season in 2019. He threw for 3,722 yards and 20 touchdowns, earning him the Offensive Rookie of the Year Award.

The good news is the Cardinals have acquired some major weapons around their second-year QB to help him grow even more. It started with acquiring receiver DeAndre Hopkins from the Texans, then drafting offensive tackle Josh Jones out of Houston to beef up Arizona’s offensive line. Murray was sacked 48 times last season, but the future is already looking bright for the Cardinals in Year 2 under Kliff Kingsbury.

2018: QB Baker Mayfield, Browns

What he has to prove: His sophomore slump isn’t who he really is

Mayfield entered 2019 with high hopes after a strong finish to his rookie season. He played his best football in 2018 under interim OC Freddie Kitchens, which is likely a big reason the Browns chose Kitchens as their head coach. But things didn’t go well for Mayfield (or Kitchens) last season, to say the least.

Despite playing in more games, Mayfield regressed in literally every major statistical category in his second year. He threw five fewer touchdowns, seven more interceptions, completed 4.4 percent less of his passes, and his passer rating dropped from 93.7 to 78.8. The Browns finished 6-10, and what was once the most hyped team at the start of the year ended with another disappointing season in Cleveland.

But let’s not forget Mayfield has yet to spend two seasons under the same coaching staff. There’s reason to believe he can rebound in 2020 with QB guru Kevin Stefanski as his new coach.

2017: DE Myles Garrett, Browns

What he has to prove: He’s more than the guy who fought Mason Rudolph

Garrett’s 2019 season was over after he hit the Steelers’ QB in the head with his helmet at the end of the Week 10 Steelers-Browns game. Garrett was suspended for the rest of the season, ending his 2019 on a not-so-pleasant note.

Garrett still alleges as recently as February that Rudolph used a racial slur during the fight, which Rudolph denied and of which the NFL found no evidence. Regardless, Garrett has accepted blame for his own actions and has apologized.

Before the nasty brawl, Garrett was known as more than a football player. He’s displayed his love for poetry and charming personality, and he’s been doing charity work in the city of Cleveland both before and after his suspension. Off the field, he has a chance to redeem himself and show that he’s bigger than one mistake.

On the field, Garrett was on his way to his best season yet before the suspension. He had 10 sacks through 10 weeks last season, just 3.5 away from his career-high mark. If he can pick up where he left off in 2019, he can easily be a Defensive Player of the Year candidate.

2016: QB Jared Goff, Rams

What he has to prove: He can play like he did when he led the Rams to the Super Bowl

Goff had the most productive season of his career in 2018 with 4,688 yards and 32 touchdowns. He led the Rams to a Super Bowl that year, and then was given a four-year, $134 million extension before the 2019 season.

Last season didn’t go the same way for Goff. He had just 22 touchdowns and a career-worst 16 interceptions. The Rams finished 9-7 and missed the playoffs for the first time under Sean McVay.

Unfortunately for Goff, he lost some weapons from that 2018 Super Bowl team, including running back Todd Gurley and receiver Brandin Cooks. But Goff still has McVay as his coach and weapons like Cooper Kupp and Robert Woods around him. That means he has a chance to bounce back to his 2018 form once again.

2015: QB Jameis Winston, drafted by Bucs and now with Saints

What he has to prove: That he’s still a valuable QB, even if he has to be a backup

Winston signed a one-year deal with the Saints, where he’ll likely be the No. 2 quarterback behind Drew Brees. It’s an interesting move for the 26-year-old Winston, who will be taking on a backup role for the first time in his career and has a surprisingly low $1.1 million contract.

However, it’s a win-win for both sides. New Orleans needed a reliable backup after Teddy Bridgewater left for the Carolina Panthers in free agency. Winston needed to restore his value as a starter. If he does, he could have the inside track to the Saints’ starting job after Brees retires, or he could become a starter elsewhere like Bridgewater did.

2014: DE Jadeveon Clowney, drafted by Texans and now a free agent

What he has to prove: He can be an elite edge rusher with more consistency

Clowney was drafted out of South Carolina with the expectation to be an elite pass rusher. But over his six-year career, he’s accounted for just 32 sacks. Still, he’s emerged as a good defender against the run, which was part of the advantage he gave to Seattle’s defense last season.

Clowney was much better than you might think last season, had one of the best EDGE run defender seasons ever. But he wants to get paid like a pass-rushing specialist, like he was drafted as, and that's simply not what kind of player he turned out to be. Still great, though.

— James Brady (@jamesbradyisme) March 18, 2020

Even though Clowney had just three sacks in Seattle, he still had a good season in 2019 and showed up when it mattered most in the Seahawks’ biggest games. Among all defensive players last season, he was ranked 13th in hurries (17), 21st in knockdowns (10), and 27th in total pressures (30).

Clowney has missed seven games over the last two years due to various injuries. If he can stay healthy for whichever team he signs with and play more consistently, he can be a valuable asset on defense even if he’s not racking up sacks.

2013: LT Eric Fisher, Chiefs

What he has to prove: He’s still worth his $11.5 million salary

Fisher has been a starter in Kansas City since he was drafted. Although his rookie season wasn’t great, he’s been a solid offensive lineman each year since then. But Fisher missed half of last season due to a groin injury, then returned in November in time for the Chiefs’ Super Bowl run.

Fisher might be looking over his shoulder a bit next season, though. In the 2020 NFL Draft, the Chiefs selected TCU OT Lucas Niang in the third round, which might give KC the opportunity to move on from Fisher after this season.

I’ll let Arrowhead Pride explain:

Although the expectation is for Niang to be kicked inside this season, the Chiefs may decide to move him back outside to tackle in 2021. If he is capable, the team gives itself the option of moving on from Fisher. If they do decide to release the No. 1 pick of the 2013 NFL Draft, the Chiefs would free up $11.5 million in cap room.

Fisher has been a fixture in Kansas City and will still be tasked with protecting Patrick Mahomes this season. As long as he stays healthy, he can remind the Chiefs why they drafted him so high in the first place.

2011: QB Cam Newton drafted by Panthers, now a free agent

What he has to prove: He can be a franchise QB again

Newton has yet to be signed to a team since the Carolina Panthers released him in March. But now that teams for the most part have their QB situations figured out post-draft, he might have to join a team which just drafted a QB to add some veteran experience to the locker room.

One reason why Newton hasn’t been signed yet is his health. He played in just two games last season due to a broken foot, and missed two games in 2018 due to a shoulder injury. Newton had a physical and was cleared before being released. But until team doctors can examine Newton’s health — which currently can’t happen because of coronavirus — there will still be doubts about his foot and shoulder.

When Newton is healthy, he’s one of the most dangerous dual-threat quarterbacks in the league. He won the NFL’s MVP Award while leading Carolina to a Super Bowl in 2015, and he’s the Panthers’ winningest QB in franchise history. If he gets a chance to start, he can prove he can be that same QB for another team in 2020.

[alexihart]

Another Hale XXIII

other parts

Let’s pretend Peter wasn’t taken 3 months ago.

I was standing in front of my old house, well what’s left. It was middle of the night couple of months after Theo was dragged to hell. I changed after that. I cut my hairs, stopped talking to Scott or anyone from his pack. The only one I was still talking to was Deaton and I saw Lydia couple of times.

I had a hood on my head and my hands in pockets. “Wouldn’t expect you here.”

“Me neither.” I stated and turned to Peter. “What do you want?” He smirked at me.

“Not much.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe spend some time with my niece.”

“We both know I’m not your niece.” I crossed my arms while he took a step closer. “What do you want, Peter?” I whispered when he was standing right in front of me.

“Your hairs look good like this.” He took the hood off and began to play with my hairs. I was watching his moves. “You grew up.” He smirked once again and I furrowed my eyebrows suddenly realizing what he’s doing. I pushed him away.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I whisper-yelled at him.

“Oh, c’mon.” He took a step closer but I raised my hand to stop him, which didn’t work so I used my magic. Yeah I was working really hard and now I’m really powerful. “Don’t tell me you don’t want it.”

“No I don’t.” I said firmly and slowly clenched my fist. He groaned from pain but it didn’t stop me. “If you try it again I will kill you. I’m not the same girl you used to know.”

“I can see that.” He winked at me and I furrowed my eyebrows. “I just wanted to know what you’re capable of.” He crossed his arms while I was more confused with every second. “You and I, my dear, we can end him.”

“I don’t want to end Scott.” I smirked this time and walked closer. “I want to end her.”

“Scott already lost one love. He knows how it feels.”

“Don’t you understand? I don’t care about him.” I stated. “I want her to suffer for what she did.”

“You may not be Hale but we had some influence on you.” He winked at me and I smirked while still not leaving my eyes off of him.

Then I chuckled. “Why are you really here?”

“Well…when I heard about the Wild hunt…I wanted to see McCall handling it.” He smirked and I raised one of my eyebrows. “The storm is coming.”

“I want to see it.” I smirked and with that left him standing in the middle of the woods.

When I reached Scott’s house it looked like a party was there. I furrowed my eyebrows. There are Ghost riders everywhere and he’s throwing a party? What? I walked in but right in the moment I began to walk closer people ran away from there which confused me even more. So I tried to get through the crowd in.

“He’s breaking in!” I heard Mason and then something as if someone was thrown against the wall. What the hell is happening in here? I walked in and suddenly saw Corey on the ground just like Liam. But what got more attention was a man in black coat and hat with a whip. Unlike Corey he didn’t seem to notice me so I sneaked behind him and when he raised his hand with a whip I caught it in mine.

I don’t know if the others knew about me but in that moment they had to already know because that man turned to me and immediately I saw who he was. I smirked at him still holding his whip. He was watching me as if he knew what I was and was curious. It was good he just kept staring because I grabbed the whip tighter and pulled. He let go of it and it landed in my hands.

I can’t believe it actually worked. “Bet you’re useless without it.” I smiled innocently and the whip burned in my hands. “Oops.”

But then he marched to me and immediately grabbed my neck. I wasn’t scared of him not even a little bit. “You’re next.” He whispered that only I could hear him. I smirked still not fearing him.

“On your knees!” I heard someone yelling but I couldn’t quite catch who it was. But he was getting closer to us. My eyes never leaving the Rider. But he looked at the side to who was yelling at him. In the corner of my eyes I finally saw Parrish with a gun. “On your knees.” He repeated but he wasn’t going to. Instead he suddenly disappeared and let go of my neck. I took a deep breath and turned to Parrish. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” I turned to Corey and helped him stood up. Then I left the house leaving everyone wondering what just happened. And thinking what I’m going to do next.

The next day I heard about Scott once again. He was trying to protect people before the Ghost Riders. But when he called me I was even more surprised.

“Hey, Scott.” I stated when I met him in the school. “What do you want?” I crossed my arms.

“I need your help.” I chuckled. He needs my help. “I know that you’re still angry with me but this is serious. You met him yourself.”

“You forget I stole his whip.” I smirked proudly and he furrowed his eyebrows while he turned to Liam who nodded his head.

“How?” He asked and I rolled my eyes.

“She burned it Scott.” Liam added and I smirked wider. I raised my hands my palms facing the ceiling and immediately the whip appeared.

“Guess what you get when you crossbreed dark druid and werewolf.” I winked at them. “Oh and he told me I’m next so…”

“He was speaking to you?” Scott asked confused and I nodded my head. “You probably pissed him off.”

“I don’t care. Now what do you want me to do?” I let the whip disappear again.

“Stay on the bleachers. They will come for all of you. We need to stop them…try to use the whip or spells or something.”

“Okay…Now I know what am I supposed to do, thanks.” I smiled and walked on the field to watch the game. Mason joined me not even a minute after.

“How did you manage to grab it?” He asked so I looked at him but shrugged my shoulders.

“I seriously don’t know, Mason. I just caught it.” I tried to smile at him. We didn’t even catch the start of the game until Mason suddenly stood up and yelled yes. I watched him confused. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Parrish. They were scared of him, that’s why the left.” And it suddenly made sense. He’s a hellhound. “I’ll get Hayden and then Parrish.” I smiled.

He stood up not waiting for me to answer so I simply stayed were I was waiting for Ghost Riders to come. It was terrible. I was watching the game…well I’ not even sure if I can this call a game. So when the rain started I think they all felt relieved.

[guccixstyless]

My Little Angel

*gif credit to the amazing owner*

Request: Anonymous-May I have a Theo x reader in which he meets her for the first time when he comes back from hell and she is always sweet and kind with him, he also starts to call her "my little angel" because she's the only person able to calm him down whenever he has nightmares about hell and waking up in her arms just makes him feel safe and happy like never before.

Word Count: 1.7K words

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader

Y/N’s POV

I scrolled through the pictures on my phone.Looking through happier times when I wasn’t aware of supernatural thingy.But I’m grateful,if it wasn’t for Scott McCall’s bite I wouldn’t have been alive.He saved me,and I became a werewolf.I miss those days when I was a normal teen girl,who’s only concern was getting good grades and being selected in football team.Now,look at me thinking about ways to survive Ghost Riders.

My thought was interrupted by a text,I checked it was from Liam.

Pack meeting,Scott’s pissed because I brought Theo back.Come soon.Scott’s place.

I sighed,another pack meeting,great.Liam mentioned he was bringing someone back from hell,I didn’t know who Theo was,but I do know what he did to the pack before going to hell.But Corey and Mason once said me Theo’s side of the story,how he was under Dread Doctor’s control,and to be honest at some parts I felt sympathy for him.

Anyway I reached Scott’s place and rang the doorbell.

“Hi Malia,”I said.

“You won’t believe what Liam did,”she growled.

“Yeah he informed me.”I shrugged.

“His mere sight is making me frustrated.”Malia growled again.

“Calm down Malia,”Mason said coming in sight.

“Hey Mase,so where’s Scott?”I asked.

“He’s in his room talking with Liam,”he sighed.I nodded.

“Follow me,Theo’s in the other room,but please be careful.”I nodded and followed Mason.

I entered the living room,saw Hayden and Corey talking and saw a guy sitting on the floor with his hands tied up with a chain.

“That’s Theo,”Hayden said.

I couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous he looked.How can someone this handsome be the bad guy?

Theo’s POV

This handcuff chain was making me annoyed.They won’t believe me when I said I won’t escape,but it’s my fault though.I was the one who broke their trust in the first place to go to hell.I sighed and suddenly felt pairs of eyes on me.I glanced up and saw a new girl entering the room.

I haven’t seen her before,is she new in the pack?She looked really pretty,and she somewhat looked scared to see me and immediately looked other way when our eyes met.I kept glancing her and I was mesmerized by her.There was something about her that made me want to know more about her.

“Y/N you’re here,”Liam said and walked towards her.

The name’s Y/N.Pretty girl with a pretty name.

“Guys,I don’t want to sound like I’m defending him,but don’t you think tying him up with chains is a bit too much?”She whispered to the pack.

But I heard it clearly.

“You have no idea what’s he capable of,no need to feel pity for him,”Malia said.

“I think she’s right he won’t escape from the house,”Lydia spoke.

“Okay,I am untying him,”Corey sighed.

“We’re untying you,but don’t you dare pull any stunt,”Liam threatened me.

“I won’t kid,”I sighed.He growled.

“My mom won’t be home tonight,you guys stay over?”Scott asked them.

I silently wished Y/N would stay,that way atleast I can just keep looking at her and might even get a chance to speak.

“Sure Scott,”They all said,including Y/N.

I sighed in relief,okay what the hell is happening to me?

After few hours everyone decided to go to sleep.They made me sleep in the guest room.Finally after months,I will be able to sleep on a bed.I felt relaxed laying down.I closed my eyes and almost after instantly drifted off.

Y/N’s POV

We girls, we’re sleeping in Melissa’s room.

“Today’s been a long day,”Hayden yawned.

“Yeah,I’m so freaking tired.”Malia said exhausted. 

“Night guys.”Lydia said before drifting off to sleep.

“I want to drink water,I’ll be right back.”I said before exiting the room.

I poured myself a glass of water before drinking it.Everyone’s asleep,it was very peaceful until I heard soft noises from the guest room which was across the kitchen.

“Please...let...me go,stop,”I heard Theo sob,if I wasn’t a werewolf it would’ve been impossible for me to hear.

I took a deep breathe and proceeded towards the guest room.I gently knocked the door,when he didn’t open I slightly opened it.The lights were on and I saw Theo looking panicked in his sleep.I slowly walked towards the bed and knelt down beside the bed.I saw tears flowing down his face.

“No,please don’t do this..”Theo begged in his sleep.He was having one hell of a nightmare.”You don’t have to stop.”He said in his sleeping state.

I gently shook him awake,”hey,shh,it’s okay,you’re safe,”I whispered.

He opened his eyes slowly adjusting his eyes to the light and looked at me.

“What happened?”He asked slowly.

“You were having nightmare,”I answered him.

“Oh.”He said lowly.

“Hey Theo,look you don’t have to be afraid,okay?”I said.

“Hmm.”He said half-heartedly.

“Now try and get some sleep,okay?”

“I will try.”He mumbled.

“Night,”I smiled before getting up and as I turned around to go,I felt his hand holding mine.

“Thanks,”he said appreciatively.

“No problem at all.”

*few weeks later*

“We have to get a better plan to trap Douglas.”Theo spoke and began explaining his ideas.

In this past few weeks,Theo was able to gain the pack’s trust again.He also saved Scott and he proved that he genuinely changed,and now he doesn’t want power,he just wants to be alive.

“That’s brilliant,we should start working on it,what do you say Scott?”Lydia asked.

“I think it’s worth a shot,”Scott approved.”We should start planning details tomorrow.”

I couldn’t help but adore Theo,he’s really smart and mention not insanely gorgeous.These past few weeks I got to know him better and I really enjoyed his company.He became my really good friend.

“Guys,I’m really starving,let’s order pizza?”Liam said impatiently.

“Yeah,”Malia nodded,grabbed Scott’s phone and went to order pizza.

Lydia went to the kitchen and started chatting with Malia.Rest of the pack became busy chatting among themselves,which made me and Theo be alone in the room.

“Are you still having those nightmares?”I asked Theo.

“Yeah,it just doesn’t seem to go away you know.”He sighed.

“It will get better,I promise.”I said.

“You’re amazing you know that,you’re like my little angel,who’s always saying positive things and always supporting me.”He flashed a smile.

“Your little angel,huh?”I chuckled.

“Yup,”he said before hugging me.

The rest of the day passed by quickly,it was time to head towards home.

“Hey,uhm Y/N,can I like stay over at your place tonight?”Theo asked nervously.”I will sleep in the couch,I just really don’t feel comfortable at my home,because it’s so far away in the woods and I feel lonely.”

“Sure Theo,we’re basically best friends,remember?”I chuckled.

“Yeah,”he smiled.

He drove me to my place.

“Let’s watch a movie?”I suggested.

“Sure thing,whatccha wanna watch?”Theo asked.

“Anything is fine,”

He chose a movie,which happened to be one of my favourite one.”Nice choice,Raeken.”I nodded.

I changed into pajamas and Theo changed into more comfortable clothes,he already had those comfy clothes in his car.That weirdo.I grabbed a blanket and positioned myself on the couch tapping Theo to take a seat beside me.He obliged and cuddled me.

“Do you want some popcorns?”I asked him.

“No I’m fine,just cuddle.”He said smiling.

“Okay,”I smiled and paid attention back to the movie.

I caught him staring at me after some time.

“What is it?”I laughed.

“You’re so beautiful,my little angel,”he said slowly.

I stared back at him and before I knew it,I crashed my lips against him.The kiss was slow,gentle and loving.It was absolutely amazing.He broke the kiss and said,”you have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this.”

“Same here.”

Before we both knew it we fell asleep in each other’s arm,movie playing in the background.

“PLAESE STOP!”Theo yelled.

I woke up scared and saw him panicking,I tightened my grip around him and started pressing kisses in his forehead,”Theo,hey,it’s okay,you’re safe honey.”

He opened his eyes and held me tightly.

“I’m sorry,this nightmares just don’t seem to get away.”He mumbled sadly.

“Hey look at me,you have nothing to be sorry about,you understand.”I said caressing his face.Then he got back to sleep again.

*in the morning*

I woke up by the smell of freshly made pancakes.

“Good morning little angel,”Theo said and I saw him holding a plate of breakfast.

“Good morning Theo,”I smiled.

“Wait how did I end up in my bed?”I asked confused.

“Well I couldn’t sleep much last night so when I woke up,I saw you weren’t that comfortable in that couch so I carried you upstairs and decided to mak breakfast for you.”He chuckled.

“Aww,that’s so sweet of you Theo,thanks.”I said before taking a bite of the pancake.

“Delicious,”I moaned.

“Yeah I know I’m a great chef.”He winked.

“Did you eat anything?”I asked him,he shook his head.

“Well,let’s share then!”I said and fed him a forkful of pancake.

“Y/n?”Theo asked.

“Yea?”

“Thank you for last night,”he said.

“Like i said,it’s no problem at all.”I shrugged.

“There’s something I was meaning to ask you for few days,now I think is the perfect timing.”He spoke nervously.

“You can ask me anything Theo.”I encouraged him to go on and placed my hand on top of him.

He took the tray and kept it on my bedside table.He came back beside me and held my hand.He took a deep breath and began.

“Please be my girlfriend,I want you to be there to hold me every night when I’m sleeping,”he began.”You make me happy,your support is amazing and you’re always kind to me,to me you’re the most perfect girl ever.””I want to see your face first thing in the morning,I want  to kiss you whenever and wherever I want,I want you to show how much I love you.”

“Theo,baby,yes I will be your girlfriend.I love you,”I said before pressing a kiss on his lips.

“I love you my little angel.”He said,and at that moment I felt the happiest I’ve felt in months.

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#TeenWolf--Season 6A--Episode 7--Heartless

 "We are the wild hunt, we are forever. Those who hunt with us hunt forever. There is only not. No one resists, no one escapes."

  In this episode, Theo's backstory from when he was imprisoned with his dead sister unfolds and it is truly horrible. One can only imagine what Kira and her family are capable of if they're capable of making someone suffer through this. But is Theo changed? An unofficial living room survey including not one but two of of my cats says no. In fact, I think I heard a "hell no" from one of them.

Malia of course attacks Theo the first chance she gets and Scott and Liam stop her, citing the fact that Theo remembers Stiles. Every time Theo speaks up in this episode, he's shouted down by the pack (which by the way I love). Theo is an horrible person and deserves to either be punished or find redemption, maybe both, in fact probably both. We'll see how that plays out in the long haul.

Teen Wolf has been an absolute power house for the last couple of episodes and it shows in this episode. The actors gel really well and it's obvious that the team of actors working on the set enjoy working with Cody Christian again. I for one am glad to see Ian Bohen back as Peter. Peter is the consummate bad guy and can basically never be trusted. I wouldn't be surprised to see an ultimate showdown between Scott and Peter shape up for the season 6B finale/Teen Wolf finale.

This week, Sheriff Stilinski confronts the ghost of his son. He truly starts to feel Stiles' loss and conveniently, Lydia comes along not only to give him hope, but to take some away as she tells him that his wife, much like the woman in the ghost town of Canaan that the pack visited last week who was literally living with the ghost of her dead son who died thirty years ago. Noah Stilinski is living with the ghost of his dead wife. Although others can see her, she's not real. She's a figment of his imagination and an expression of his grief.

The pack moves deep into the woods and sets up a transformer connected to a metal cage, covered by lightning as a way of trapping one of the ghost riders and it works. One is captured. Sadly, however, they still cannot talk to him, or if they can, he cannot or will not talk back. Once Parrish is called to come help with the situation, things escalate quickly. The ghost rider, after giving scant information (surprise, surprise) calls forth the hellhound in order to free him and while the pack is busy keeping the hellhound away from the cage and waiting for Parrish to reemerge, Mr. Douglas the zombie nazi werewolf (you knew I was going to say it) comes through and busts out the ghost rider, killing him and taking his whip. Poor Theo has been made complicit in the escape of the ghost rider as Mr. Douglas comes extremely close to ripping Theo in two unless he breaks the magical barrier surrounding the ghost rider's cage. The ghost rider seems scared of Mr. Douglas before being killed and having his pineal gland eaten. It seems that Mr. Douglas and the ghost rider have met before. One would imagine that might've happened in World War II era Germany. The ghost riders are likely drawn to war. Does this mean that The Pack has called them in? 

But did the pack really get nothing from the ghost rider? I submit that the answer to that question is in fact no. The ghost rider gave them valuable information in the form of one simple sentence. This may not be the threat it seems to be, but a complaint about being stuck with the wild hunt. "We are the wild hunt, we are forever. Those who hunt with us hunt forever." Think about it. "There is only not. No one resists, no one escapes."

Lydia gently convinces the sheriff that his wife is a figment of his imagination while examining Stiles' room. Sheriff Stilinski doesn't want o believe her at first, but eventually he does. Sheriff Stilinski's love for Stiles seems to be shining through. In an absolutely heartbreakingly charming display, Lydia throws Stiles' lacrosse jersey at Sheriff Stilinski, an object which he cannot see until he catches it. This small, powerful, heart wrenching scene solidifies Stiles in Sheriff Stilinski's memory and it's all thanks to Lydia. 

In the mean time, Mr. Douglas, having killed the ghost rider and taken his whip whips Corey out of existence, saying he's been wanting to do that for awhile. Is Corey the key to defeating Mr. Douglas or the ghost riders? What is the relationship between Mr. Douglas and The Ghost Riders? Does Theo know more than he's letting on about the whole thing? He alluded to the fact that he did in last week's episode. Mason can always see Corey, however, so we will see how long it takes Mason to find that Corey's gone. My guess is that it won't be long.

  While the rest of the action is taking place, Malia and Melissa save Peter's life by giving him a shot of the nine herbs that were used to save Chris Argent. Melissa is extremely wary of saving Peter. She is immune to his attempts to badger and flirt with her. Melissa usually has an excellent sense for people. Does she know a final battle is looming on the horizon? Peter, of course, rather than wanting to take Malia to rescue Stiles (that was her deal--she heals him, he helps her to rescue Stiles), wants to run away. He tries to convince Malia to do just that. She refuses and makes him come with her to the spot she found him in. Clearly if Peter had really only wanted to save his own life, he wouldn't have brought Stiles' keys back as promised. As they approach the site where Peter was found, the two hear the wild hunt. Peter saves Malia by convincing her to run while he renters the supernatural gateway to the wild hunt, the train station. What happens? We'll have to see next week. The last scene in the entire episode was that of Corey being disappeared by Mr. Zombie Nazi Werewolf Douglas. Ugh Mr. Douglas, not cool. Douche move.

One thing's for sure, we're all on the edges of our seats, waiting for next week's episode, Blitzkrieg.