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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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Danny covered his nose with his hand. Where ever he landed smelled absolutely foul, like rotten fruit and burning tires mixed with chem lab.

"Remind me to bring a face mask the next time I explore the Infinite Realms." He muttered, before kicking a soda can down the alley he was in and being repulsed by the squelch sound it made when it came into contact with a very questionable looking puddle, "Better yet, a gas mask." He glanced at the puddle again, "Or I could go full Hazmat." Clockwork had told him this world was full of superheros and villians and to steer clear of it, but once he learned there were aliens in this world he couldn't help himself. Danny had always been weak to his curiosity, but he liked to believe he was cautious, and chose to stay in his Phantom for for added protection.

Turning on his heel he exited onto a deserted street lined on one side by a chain-link fence. The sky above him was filled with clouds so ominous and dark that Danny honestly couldn't tell you if it was night or day, all he knew was that it was going to rain soon and hopefully these awful smells would be drowned out by the downpour.

Danny got his wish only minutes later. Thankfully Phantom was unbothered by the cold and could just bask in the rain as it fell apon him. A lesser known fact about ghosts is that thier clothes are made from thier ectoplasm and are part of thier bodies, much like a second layer of skin, so one would be able to feel things on thier clothes as easily as they would with thier bare skin. The level of sensitivity varies with the type of clothing however. All this to say Danny loved the feeling of the rivulets of rainwater traveling down his ghostly hazmat suit.

He was so preoccupied with enjoying the sensation that he didn't notice anything was wrong until he was jolted forward from the weight of someone landing on his back. The person was quick and precise, taking no time at all to have his wrists pinned behind his back and- weirdly enough- thier teeth digging into the material around his neck.

His parents designed the Hazmat suit Danny was wearing not only to deal with dangerous chemicals, but to fight supernatural foes. The area around the neck was reinforced with the intention of protecting against fatal gunshots and decapitations so naturally someone's jaw wasn't going to be enough to break through to his neck.

Danny let out a laugh as the person kept chewing on his neck like a confused puppy. Oh, Danny thought, they've gone feral. It was odd for someone to go feral but it could occur when a person has gone through something traumatic recently or through extreme stress. It made sense since the person ridding piggy back on him was dressed like a superhero. Danny wondered if that was why the person didn't have a scent. Danny learns facepalmed when he remembered that scentblockers existed and not everyone's scent dramatically changed whenever they went out as a hero. The scent change was probably one of the few things that have kept him alive up to this point to be honest.

"So, I guess you're not going to tell me why you're chewing on my neck like the worlds most pathetic vampire, are you?" No one deserves that title more than the fruitloop to be honest. He made a mental note to use that one against Vlad the next time he saw him.

Chewy whined at this, seeming to slump a bit from the apparent failure to bite him. What was that about? Was this actually a vampire? How would a vampire even react to Dannys ecto-blood combo meal anyway? Would it be like food poisoning? Or would it taste amazing from one undead to another. "I'm not exactly human, are you sure you wanna bite me? I might not taste so good." Danny warned, but the moment he mentioned letting the person bite him they were eager again.

Danny chuckled and unzipped the material only a bit before it was loose enough to move out of the way. The vampires bite came with a sharp pain like he expected but there was no suction. No drinking of blood. Just some weirdo biting Danny on the neck. Huh.

Danny hoped he didn't get rabies from this.

He must have accidentally said that out loud as there was a small laugh from the rooftops above them. There stood another person in a superhero outfit with some really tall dude dressed as a giant bat, and that was when Danny decided to bail. It was one thing to let a maybe vampire bite you in a random street in the middle of the night but more of them? And ones a big scary furry? Hard pass.

Phantom did as Phantoms do and went invisible and intangible, escaping from Biteys jaws and startling the heros. He ignored the distressed whine Munchy let out after loosing their spookyest chew toy and quickly rubbed the scent gland near dannys jaw on the top of thier head as an act of comfort before bolting.

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Danny poked at the bite mark on his neck. Screw rabies, he better not get turned into a werewolf. He didn't need that on top of his ghostly crap. Sam seemed fascinated by the mark, after all, it wasn't every day that Danny got a scar, especially one so obvious. Most injuries heal quickly and leave no trace of him ever being injured in the first place which helped a lot in keeping his secret identity.

Luckily Danny hadn't needed to lie to mom and dad. He truthfully told them about some wierdo jumping off of a nearby rooftop and plunging thier teeth into his neck and that two other people had tried to corner him during this. He assured his mom that he had gotten away quickly but was a little shaken by it and his dad praised him for being brave and managing to escape.

That was nice. But he still had to figure out what was up with this bite...and why he felt so compelled to go back to that city.

Back to that hero.

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Aka an A/B/O au where in Danny's universe all the Alphas are extinct and the betas followed soon after and the DC universe all the Omegas went extinct and betas followed after . Not like a "they finally went extinct in the 1700s after centuries of thier numbers dwindling" thing and became a myth/fairytale (tho I like that too) but a "this might be the missing link between cave men and modern humans" kinda thing.

Its up to you which bat bit Danny and exactly what that means. I love abo aus without smut cause there's so much potential for chaos and I am very much ace.

#dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #abo #everyone is confused and no one has answers #i would however like some slowburn romance #whichever bat you choose is going to get teased forever for running up to some random meta and biting the crap outta them #i tricked yall into reading an abo prompt didnt i?#i slept little over an hour last night so i woke up choosing violence #its been a very bad day #the store didnt have a lot of the stuff i needed to buy and on the walk home i saw an older kitten that looked kinda like my cat get hit #the car didnt even stop. poor thing got hit by the next car too and i just stared and it started raining like a freaking movie moment #tw: animal death #tw for the tags #so i got new trauma today #gonna make that everyone elses problem #a/b/o dynamics #kinda #just wanted to add the tag incase yall have it filtered

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nanoland · 7 months

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i do think we need to discuss the sheer balls on Mizrak tho.

olrox: in all my many hundreds of years of existence, i have loved a human precisely ONCE, he was wondrous and inspiring and i turned him into a vampire so we could be together forever

mizrak: oh ok so you're gonna do that to me too i guess :/

olrox: pardon?

mizrak: you're gonna turn me into a vampire, siiiigh. oh well it's not like my boss isn't already cooking up demons in the basement, i'm 99% sure i'm going to hell either way

olrox: ...... we have had sex two times? the man i turned into a vampire was my soulmate, a proud, passionate beacon of humanity whose death compelled me to such heights of grief that i murdered a woman in front of her own child. whereas you are some guy i have had sex with, again, two times.

mizrak: mmm hmmm yeah cool got it, you gonna make with the chomp chomp now? get this party started? i got places to be :/ :/ :/

olrox: i only turn people i love into vampires, you moron! i don't love you! *realizes, to his horror, that he is lying*

#castlevania #castlevania: nocturne #olrox #mizrak

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stylesharrys · 7 months

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vodka and vampires [vamprry]

summary: harry comes back to town for his birthday, and you can’t keep your hands off him.

warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, teasing, biting, blood play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral (female and male recieving)

word count: 6,171

authors note: happy halloween angels!! here’s a nice, long, smutty vamprry for you!! also let’s just pretend it’s also harry’s bday hahahaa and fair warning – pure smut and some blood play :o

You take a deep breath, a smile tugging on your lips and you pound your fist against the front door of your old home. Nerves seep through your veins, stomach churning in excitement as you hear shuffling from the other side.

The door is yanked open, a brunette huffing at the loud sounds at such early hours of the morning. “Can I help you?” she sighs, her eyes still closed and she yawns out. You hold the flowers up to your chest, a sly smile on your lips and you clear your throat.

“I was looking for the birthday girl.” Teddy’s heart skips at the familiar voice, head snapping to look at you, and a wide smile overtakes her.

“Y/N!?” Her eyebrows are furrowed, lips parted, but the twinkle in her eyes is exactly what you were hoping to see.

“Happy vampire birthday-anniversary!” You cry out, arms swinging open and she tumbles into them, squeezing your torso in a bone-crushing hug.

You pat her shoulders, choking out a breath and she continues to hold you. “Still human, remember,” Teddy pulls away from you immediately, her smile still wide as she showcases her pearly white teeth.

She holds you at arm’s length, taking in your sleeping attire which consists of a pair of short shorts and an old shirt. You take in her appearance; silk pyjamas, her hair rolled into pink rubber curlers with her eye mask sitting on the crown of her head.

“You even sleep like a princess,” you scoff playfully, her glaring eyes warningly piercing into yours before she breaks out into a smile again.

“What am I doing? Get your ass inside, you must be freezing!” Teddy gasps again, moving aside and pulling the door open wider for you.

You smile widely, thanking her and she grabs your bag from your feet as you wander back into their familiar home.

Nothing has changed, everything is precisely where it was the last time you were there, seven months ago. Teddy wanders behind you after locking the front door, ushering you into the kitchen where she immediately finds a vase for the flowers.

You take a seat at the island, your nails tapping on the marble countertops and she spins around to you, your smile growing. “I still can’t believe you’re here,” Teddy grins, squeaking silently and you laugh at her excitement.

You’re about to speak before she holds her pointer finger up, her eyes glistening and an idea pops into her head. Before you can ask her what she’s thinking, she tells you to stay where you are and scurries off, her feet thudding up the stairs.

You snort out a laugh, clambering off the stool and wandering over to the fridge, pulling it open and eyeing all the blood bags, hoping to find at least a bottle of water.

You’re too focused on rummaging through the cold box to even hear a pair of footsteps patter against the ground, stopping a few feet behind you.

It’s their snicker that catches your attention, making you jump slightly and you close the fridge, spinning around with furrowed eyebrows. Your breathing is instantly caught in your throat as you stare at the green eyed man.

You’ve never seen him before, and you begin to worry as to why he’s here. While you adore Teddy and overcame the whole vampire thing a while back, it still sends shivers down your spine being around another – just because Teddy isn’t a bad guy, doesn’t mean the others aren’t.

You try your hardest to catch your breath, remind yourself that there’s no way in hell Teddy would put you in any type of harm's way. Perhaps he’s just one of her one night stands.

His dark hair is ruffled, unkempt and fluffy - clearly his bed head. Your eyes gaze over the sharp features of his face, his drooping eyes giving you a once over and you find yourself staring at his mouth, the dark stubble coating his jaw.

His skin is flawless, a gorgeous olive glow to his skin.

He continues to rake his eyes up your body again. “Can I help you?” you speak, your voice dripping with sass and a glimmer of mischief sparkles in his eyes.

Your breathing falters again as you try your damn hardest to compose yourself. He tears his gaze away from your body, your eyes finally meeting and a devilish smirk pulls on his plump lips.

The man raises his eyebrows, clearly stunned by your attitude and you raise your own in attempts to intimidate him. “Well I don’t know, you’re the one in my kitchen,” He retaliates, the honey in his voice drumming in your head like a sweet melody.

You scoff, though. This isn’t his home, this belongs to the most powerful vampires known to mankind. The ones that welcomed Teddy and her friends with open arms.

The Styles’.

Before you can question his statement, he stands from his seat, wandering around the island until you finally have a good view of him. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and a very well toned stomach. You almost drooled at the sight alone, only just noticing the patchwork tattoos that adore his skin, but his godly voice breaks your gaze.

“Who exactly are you, honey?” his slick voice speaks, an amused smile pushing its way to the surface of his face.

You clear your throat, straightening yourself out and you turn to him fully, your hand on your hip. “Teddy’s friend,” you inform him and he lets out a melodic laugh.

“Teddy isn’t friends with humans,” he narrows his eyes at you, clearly not buying what you’re telling him.

You scoff. “Well I must be the first,” you counter, gaze now narrowing on him. “… who are you?”

“The names Harry, Harry Styles,” he introduces himself, taking your hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, his eyes softly gazing into yours.

“Y/N,” you introduce yourself, although you’re still entirely unsure as to who this man really is.

He can’t possibly be a Styles. You know of the only three. Don and Anne, the eldest vampires known to mankind, and their daughter, Gemma. There was never a fourth.

“Lovely name, honey. Seems you’ve made yourself at home in my family’s house. Maybe if I wasn’t travelling, we might’ve met sooner,” your eyes narrow at the information.

Teddy stomps down the stairs, groaning when she notices the closeness of yourself and Harry.

She cringes at the sight of him admiring you before finally speaking, “Harry, get away from her. She’s my only decent friend outside of the guys and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to eat her.” she sighs, glaring at him and laughing at the horror on your face.

Harry smirks down at you, taking your hand in his again and he presses his lips against your skin before wandering off. You spin around, watching his back muscles flex as he climbs the stairs and your gaze is quickly snapped to Teddy.

“Is he really a Styles?” you wonder aloud, Teddy’s eyes widening as she nods her head.

“Yeah, I was shocked, too. He was super rebellious and refused to stay in Cheshire. Wanted to explore the world. I met him a few decades ago,” she informs you and you furrow your eyebrows while following her into the back garden.

“Hm, he’s like… really hot,” you comment, Teddy immediately stopping in her tracks and turning to you with a disgusted face.

Clearly, he isn’t her type… but he is certainly yours.

It’s been an insanely busy day.

With Andrew’s constant bossiness, it’s been almost impossible to sit down and rest for more than thirty seconds. He had everyone on their feet all day, but everyone else is a vampire, you’re simply a pesky human, so you had it much harder.

It’s 9:42, the party is just getting started and you’re pouring yourself a well-deserved drink. Teddy had wandered off to socialise with the guests, leaving you alone to drink away the night.

“What are you doing over here all alone, petal?” Harry ponders with a smirk as he approaches. You swallow the burning alcohol, spinning around to face him and your smile falls when you realise it was him.

Harry has been teasing you all day. He had insisted that he partnered up with you and your job with decorating and then had flirted for hours on end with his boyish charm.

You’d learnt that this entire party was actually for his birthday, rather than Teddy’s anniversary, but Harry had insisted that Teddy was celebrated as much as him.

You were flattered that he wanted to spend his time with you, of course. At first, you quite enjoyed the flirtatious banter, but then it started to get you heated. You were forced to watch him shirtless the whole day, listening to his intoxicating voice constantly.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could control yourself, and he knew that. He could smell your arousal and hear the stammer of your heartbeat whenever he got close to you.

“What do you want now, Harry? Aren’t you tired of me? You followed me all day,” you huff, taking another big gulp of your drink and he grins at you.

“Could never get tired of you. I think you’re insanely gorgeous if I’m honest,” he speaks so smoothly, his words almost don’t register in your mind. You raise an eyebrow, trying your hardest to keep your cool and not pounce on him there and then.

His gaze on your eyes falters, raking over your attire.

You’re in a slim burgundy dress that hugs you nicely, your hair cascading down your shoulders and back. You didn’t wear much makeup, but your face looks flawless.

His eyes are staring appreciatively and you take that as your chance to look at his attire. Tailored black trousers, a lairy shirt, and his hair is a perfect mess.

Your panties pool at the sight of him, your heart skipping a beat and Harry snaps his eyes back to yours with a smirk. You swallow thickly, taking another gulp and he leans against the wall beside you.

“So tell me, Y/N, how exactly do you know my family and friends?” Harry asks, a smile taking over his smirk and you place your empty glass on the bar.

“Don took me in when my parents died a few years ago.” You shrug, still slightly sensitive to the topic of your parents.

Harry doesn’t say anything, just squints his eyes. His gaze wanders behind you and you’re about to turn around until a firm hand on your hip stops you and a body stands by your side.

“Harry, you finally met Y/N,” you knew immediately it was Don beside you.

You smile widely at him as Geoff approaches. You leave Don’s side and hurry into Geoff’s open arms. He holds you close to him, kissing the top of your head and you pull away with his hand on your lower back.

“And just when did you get back into town?” Geoff’s soft voice speaks as he guides the pair of you back to the Styles’.

“Early hours this morning, wanted to surprise Teddy,” you respond, Harry’s eyes narrowing on Geoff and his closeness to you.

You almost didn’t see the anger in his eyes when Geoff kissed the top of your head again, but you definitely saw it when he winked at you before wandering off to find his sister.

“I see the dress fits you wonderfully,” Anne grins at you as she joins you all, causing your cheeks to blush furiously.

“Yes, thank you, again, Gemma!” you laugh, smiling up at the younger vampire and she shakes her head, telling you not to worry about it.

An awkward silence sits upon the three of you and you can’t stand to be there for much longer. You clear your throat and excuse yourself from them, pouring yourself another drink and wandering off.

You’re all hot and bothered now after Harry had been eye fucking you for the past ten minutes, you didn’t particularly want to be surrounded by intoxicated teens and hundreds of year old vampires.

You knew Teddy was already preoccupied with the party so she wouldn’t be too bothered that you wandered upstairs and out of the way.

Your back slides against the wall of the empty hallway, the bottle of vodka in your hands pouring its way down your burning throat and within minutes you’re a hot mess. The beat of the music downstairs drummed through your head and drowned out your thoughts of Harry.

But within seconds, you’re on your feet, swaying your hips to the music while your hands ruffle in your hair. You wobble on your feet, a giggle slipping off your tongue.

The music fades out to a stop but your body continues its intoxicated swaying. A loud clapping from behind catches your attention and you spin around with a laugh and hiccup. Harry’s leaning against a wall, his muscular arms folded over his chest and his eyebrows raised.

You giggle again, bending down to bow in front of him and he chokes out a laugh at you.

“You’re the full package, aren’t you,” he teases, a rush of heat prickling at your already warm cheeks and you grin at him. Another song begins to play from the party, your eyes glistening and your body moves to the music again.

Your eyes flutter shut as you bring the near-empty bottle to your lips, guzzling the rest of the alcohol without a wince.

Harry watches you, taking a swig of his own glass of bourbon. His pants are becoming increasingly tight by the second, his eyes darkening and the sounds of your breathing and steady heartbeat consume him.

Without another thought, he speeds toward you, grabbing your body and pinning it between him and the wall. You gasp under your breath, slowly gazing up at him with your big, innocent eyes.

He stares at your lips, his eyes dark with lust and desire. Your eyes land on his parted mouth, pink and plump. You swallow thickly, another hiccup slips from your tongue and you bite your bottom lip in wonder.

One hand grips your hip, the other strokes your cheek and your eyes flutter shut.

“What am I going to do with you?” Harry whispers huskily, the sound alone causing your panties to soak and you rub your legs together in an attempt to relieve the built-up tension.

Harry notices right away, a smirk forming on his lips and he jerks his knee between your legs, prying them apart.

You gasp out at his sudden actions, your legs clamping his thigh and he chuckles darkly at your state. You look like a lost puppy, entirely innocent under his wicked touch, but Harry knows it’s all an act.

He knows there’s another side to you, and he can’t wait to play with it.

“You’re being awfully quiet now, petal. Why don’t you show me what the pretty little mouth of yours can do?” It isn’t a question, and you know it.

He’s taunting you, breaking your wall brick by brick, and you both know it won’t last long before you lose control.

You swallow back a moan. “Yeah, I hear you like pretty little things,” you tease back, your eyes never leaving him and his smirk only grows.

He shifts against you, his aching cock rubbing against your thigh in the tight confinements of his pants and he grunts at the feeling.

Your eyes light up, amusement filling your senses and you press your hands on his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Harry immediately looks down at you with wide eyes, clearly surprised by your sudden confidence, but he isn’t complaining.

“You alright there, petal?” you ask, mimicking his tone while smirking up at him wickedly.

The twinkle of mischief in his eyes grows to the size of the moon, his iris’ consumed by his pupils and his grip on your waist grows tighter.

“Well love, you seem to have put me in quite a situation,” he flirts, grinding his crotch against your bare thigh.

You swallow back another moan, your eyes fluttering closed and he knows that he’s won you over.

The alcohol that’s running through your blood seems to have fled your system, abandoning ship and allowing you to make this decision that you’ll surely remember in the years to come.

You hum slightly, your voice drowned out in the blaring music, but Harry still hears you. You run your hands up his chest and to his shoulders, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

Another hum slips from your parted lips, Harry’s eyes drilling into them as he thinks of all the naughty things you could do with your mouth.

You bite your bottom lip, staring up at him while your hand fumbles with the doorknob beside you. You knew this house like the back of your hand, and so you’re not particularly bothered that you’re being shoved in Teddy’s bedroom after the door has opened.

Harry slams the door closed with his foot, his hands never leaving your hips. There’s only a little light from the soft moonlight that outlines Harry’s gorgeous features, you can barely see in the blackness of the room, but that makes it all the more exciting.

“You know, I always wondered what it’d be like to make out with a vampire.”

Harry spins the both of you around, pressing you against the tall window, the moonlight harsher on his face and you can see his mischievous smirk growing.

“Oh, baby, we’ll do a lot more than that,” your panties pool at his words, excitement screaming within you and adrenaline rushes through your veins.

You hum again, a smug smile pulling on your lips as you try to remain unphased by his words.

You grip his wrists, pulling his hands off your waist and you take a few steps away from him, spinning around and swaying your hips slightly to the beat of the music sounding from the floor below.

Harry watches you with hungry eyes, taking small and slow steps closer to you as you sway your hips.

Within seconds, he’s behind you, his cock digging into your ass, arms snaking around your waist and he buries his chin in the crook of your neck. You inhale a sharp breath, your back arching off his chest as Harry’s hands slowly travel up your sides.

He takes a slow step back, revelling at the sound of your heartbeat racing as his fingers brush up the bare skin of your arms.

He pushes the straps of your dress off your shoulder, rolling them down your arms, the top of your dress rolling down with it. You gasp at the coldness of the air hitting your bare breasts, your nipples hardening immediately as your dress is scrunched around your waist, still covering your ass.

Harry hums, pulling your hair behind your back and resuming his place behind you. His hands find your chest straight away, a small whine humming from the back of your throat as he toys with your nipples with his fingers.

Your eyes flutter shut, head falling back slightly and resting on his shoulder.

Harry grows excited, slightly grinding his crotch into your ass again and you purse your lips to suppress a moan. You push your ass further into him, tilting your neck to give him better access.

Harry’s lips skim over your neck, his nose rubbing against the flushed skin before he travels up to your jaw, his nose brushing against your cheek and you let out a moaning chuckle.

“Are we going to do this all night, or are you gonna kiss me?” you question breathlessly, turning your head so you can see his face better.

Harry stares at your plump lips, a colt of devils dancing in his eyes. His hand finds the back of your head, pulling you into him and his lips soar against yours hungrily.

He pulls your body to him, your chests now flushed against each other’s and his hands travel down your back. Your fingers find the buttons of his shirt and you tear it open in a rush.

You let out a soft mewl at the feeling of Harry’s large hands kneading your ass through your dress, his hands slipping beneath the fabric and pushing it down your legs, leaving you bare in just your heels and white lace panties.

His hands find your ass again, massaging and kneading while pulling you closer to him. You moan at the feeling, Harry using your parted lips to his advantage and he slithers his tongue into your mouth.

You groan at the feeling, kissing him back harder as your tongues massaged one another’s in a frantic mess. Harry shrugs his shirt off his body, your hands roaming every inch of skin of his torso, his body shuddering beneath your touch.

Your hands fall further down his body until you find his jeans, and you instantly remove his belt and unbutton his pants. With a rush of confidence, you push him away from you.

Harry furrows his eyebrows, taking a step toward you before you drop to your knees, his pants pooling at his ankles and you encourage him to step out of them.

You’re face to face with his hard cock, the thin fabric of his black boxers being the only thing in your way. You pull your hair into a messy ponytail, fingers looping in the waistband of his boxers until you notice a small glimmer behind him.

Your eyes light up and you shift the both of you around. Harry furrows down at you, but you simply smirk, nodding your head to the tall mirror that’s now behind you.

Harry’s wide eyes are so fixed on your ass in the mirror, that he hasn’t even realised you’ve already torn his boxers off him until your cold hand wraps around his big shaft and a strangled moan tears through his throat.

You stare up at him with innocent eyes, setting his tip on your bottom lip and kitten licking his slit. Harry throws his head back at the euphoric feeling, gazing down at you again before he watches you in the mirror.

He can’t decide which view was better, but as soon as you wrap your wet lips around him, his eyes shoot down to you like it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.

“Fuck, baby. Keep going,” Harry grunts, his fingers tangling in your ponytail and gently pushing your mouth further down his cock.

You hum against him, your eyes fluttering shut and you flatten your tongue against him, running up the big vein on the underside of his cock.

Harry grunts out, shoving you further down him until he’s hitting the back of your throat. Your nose brushes against the short patch of dark hair, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes and you gag around him, your throat convulsing around his tip.

“Fuck!” Harry gasps out, pulling you completely off him and you gasp for air for a split second, before he thrust himself back in your mouth.

You stare up at him with watery eyes, your panties beyond pooled as you feel your arousal slowly seeping down your thigh.

Harry fucks your mouth until he begins to twitch on your tongue, profanities and cries tearing through his throat before he pulls out abruptly.

You catch your breath, taking his soaked cock in your hands and pumping him to his release, opening your mouth as he comes in hot spurts on your tongue. You run your finger over your tongue, swallowing while smirking up at him innocently.

Harry watches you intently, pulling you to your feet and smashing his lips into yours. He groans against you, the taste of himself something different, but the taste of your lips is intoxicating enough to keep him kissing you.

He yanks your hair down, fingers tangling in your locks and pulling you closer. One hand grips your hair, the other travelling between your bodies.

Harry’s fingers find your drenched core, and he pulls out of the kiss, rubbing over your panty covered pussy. He raises an eyebrow, your cheeks blushing profusely and your legs begin to lose their stability.

“Little excited, aren’t we, baby?” Harry teases, your eyes fluttering closed at the sound of his angelic voice and the perfect amount of pressure he’s pressing on your clit.

You hum out a small moan, your forehead falling on his collarbone and he chuckles at you as you clutch onto him for stability.

“Come on now, love. You can’t be tired. We’re just getting started,” Harry soothes teasingly.

In one swift motion, he spins you around, your breathing caught in your throat when you come into contact with yourself in the mirror.

You don’t realise how exposed you are until your back is flush against Harry’s chest, and you’re forced to watch him touch you in the mirror.

Harry hums and rests his chin on your shoulder, brushing your hair away and pressing open-mouthed kisses across your neck.

Your eyes roll back at the feeling of his fingers on your pussy and lips on your neck. Your head falls onto his shoulder, your eyes snapping open when a sharp pinch on your neck snaps you back into reality.

Your eyes are wide, lips parted as you stare at Harry through the mirror.

He raises his eyebrows.

“You’re gonna watch me touch you, baby. I want you to watch your own face when I make you cum.”

You can’t control the filthy moan that stumbles off your tongue at his words. Your eyes are forced open, your vision trained on his fingers as they crawl into your panties, swirling around in your arousal.

You whiter in pleasure, your hand clasping around Harry’s wrist and he tuts in your ear.

“Let go, baby. Let me touch you. I promise you’ll like it,” his raspy whisper is enough for you to let go of him, your body leaning against his and you watch his hand disappear into your soaked panties.

Harry groans in your ear, nipping at your earlobe and teasing your entrance with his middle finger, plunging in without warning and you gasp out in surprise.

Your jaw drops, eyes wide as Harry presses his finger deeper in you, slowly pulling out before shoving it deeper in you.

“Oh my god, Harry!” you pant out, your mind blurring and you begin to wonder what he could do with his cock if he could have you in such a state with just his fingers.

Harry coos in your ear, watching you through the mirror as he pumps faster and faster, using his vamp-speed to intensify the feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You’re a whimpering mess, your body shaking as your orgasm approaches quickly and you’re forced to watch your face contort in pure ecstasy.

The fire in your stomach only grows with every rough thrust, Harry adding another finger and you howl out.

“Come on, baby, you’re almost there,” Harry encourages, curling his fingers and hitting your g-spot with each curl.

You’re a complete mess, a pornographic moan tearing through your throat and sounding through the room, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel your orgasm crashing over you.

“Open your eyes,” Harry seethes through gritted teeth in your ear, his fingers thrusting and curling at an incredible pace, your eyes snapping open and you scream out in pleasure.

Your walls clench around his fingers again, your whole body shaking against his and you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Harry slows his movements, pulling away from you and vamp-speeding you to the bed, laying against the sheets.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips while you continue to attempt to catch your breath. Harry pulls away, ducking down your body and peppering your stomach with kisses until he reaches your thighs.

You furrow your eyebrows. “What are you doing?” you ask in a breathless pant, leaning up slightly on your elbows.

Harry grins up at you from between your thighs.

“Well, baby, you already showed me what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours. Now it’s time I show you what I can do with mine,” he winks, a lopsided smirk pulling on his lips and he dips his face between your thighs.

You gasp as he flattens his tongue against your core, dipping through your folds and your hands fly to his head.

You grip Harry’s dark curls in your fingers, whimpering at every lick.

“You know, not all of us have s-super vamp-ire recovery time. I’m just a… holy shit… just a human,” you stutter out between whimpers.

Harry gazes up at you through his lashes, pressing a soft kiss to your clit.

“I know, baby, which means you’ll orgasm quicker. And, it’ll be more intense than the last,” you open your mouth to reply but a loud scream tears through your throat instead.

Harry’s mouth latches onto your clit, sucking furiously while his tongue flicks over your swollen nub. Your back arches off the sheets, nails clawing away at Harry’s scalp and he grunts against your core, your body already shaking.

“Harry! F-fuck. I… oh my god!” you can hardly conjure up a coherent sentence, words wandering your scattered brain as you see stars.

He hums against you, the vibrations of his muffled moans spurring you on, the fire in the pit of your stomach igniting in an explosive flame.

You jolt up as a gasp slips through your throat, your eyes wide and wild and you scream out a filthy cry as you come on his tongue.

Harry smirks up at you, kitten licking your entrance and lapping up your juices as you pant for breath. He can’t get enough of you, reckons you’re the tastiest thing he’s ever had on his tongue since the dawn of time.

Your vision is still spotted, unable to see around in the thick darkness of Teddy’s room. Your fingers tangle back into Harry’s hair again, tugging his head out from between your thighs and he crawls up you, leaving soft kisses on your skin in his wake.

A breathless giggle slips from your lips, a tired smile on your face at the feeling of his hard cock brushing against your shaking thigh.

Your skin is on fire, with every touch Harry presses onto you, it ignites another flame, hotter and brighter than the one before.

His eyes are darker than ever, a predatory look plastered on his gorgeous features and your teeth clamp on your bottom lip nervously, your body shrill with excitement.

Harry’s hands travel up your sides, his eyes boring into yours and you squirm in anticipation beneath him. His hands find yours, locking around your wrists and pinning them above your head so quick it almost knocks the breath out of you.

You swallow thickly, your heart stammering and the sudden silence between the two of you is deafening. You want to hear his voice, hear him take control and demand you to stay still.

He holds your wrists in place with one hand, the other travelling down your face, locking around your throat softly while his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

Your chest is heaving, staring at his lips as he stares at yours, surging forward and kissing you with as much force and passion he can muster up.

You moan against Harry’s lips, kissing him back with just as much force, your tongues massaging sloppily until Harry tears his mouth away from yours.

Your head falls back as his mouth finds your neck, pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin and nipping teasingly. You pant out, your eyes rolling back at the sensation and you buck your hips up, trying to meet Harry’s.

He notices what you’re doing immediately, and even though part of him wants to tease you further, he doesn’t think he can control himself.

He releases your wrists, his hand travelling between your bodies and his finger swirl through your dripping folds.

“Oh, God!” you whine in pleasure, a soft whimper sounding when he loses contact with you.

You furrow your eyebrows, about to ask why he stopped when a sharp pain tears through your neck, an unbelievable shot of pleasure pulsing through your cunt at the same time, and a choked sob escapes you.

Harry snaps his hips into yours at a dangerously fast pace, knocking the air out of you every time you gasp for another breath.

You’re seeing stars, your cunt over sensitive and neck pulsating with an odd feeling of both pleasure and pain. You choke out Harry’s name, your hands flying to his curls in which you almost tear from his scalp.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him as close to you as you possibly can. You sigh in relief at the feeling of Harry’s canines pulling out of your flesh.

His tongue licks a long stripe up your neck, cleaning away the blood and he pulls away, his face just inches from yours and your eyes widen, blood dripping slightly from lips.

You crash your lips into his, not having a care for the metallic taste that stains your tongue. Harry groans, pumping his hips into yours even faster and you scream out.

He pulls out of the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as you catch your breath.

“Ride me,” your eyes light up in excitement at his words, and before you can even agree, he uses his vamp speed to turn the both of you over, his cock still buried deep within you.

Harry stares up at you in awe, your own blood smothered around your lips and chin, your hands firmly on his chest to steady yourself.

Your hair is a mess, knotted and tangled and your roots are dripping with sweat. Harry grips your hips, encouraging you to pick up your pace and you rock back and forth on him, whining at the intense pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach.

Harry groans, not able to tear his eyes away from the blood dripping from the puncture holes in your neck, all the way down your chest and onto the swell of your tits.

He can’t control himself, his hunger driving him mad as he watches your perfect tits bounce with every thrust.

“Holy shit!” you cry out when Harry thrusts up and into you, leaning up and wrapping an arm around your torso.

His tongue dips to your breast, sucking on your hardened nipple before swirling up your chest and neck, cleaning up the dripping blood.

He pulls away, biting into his wrist and shoving it against yours. You groan against him, eyes fluttering shut as you gripped his arm, keeping his wrist to your lips and your wound heals.

Harry lays back, bringing you with him so your head is resting in the crook of his neck, your chest flushed against his. He slips out slightly before thrusting up and into you; the new angle causing you to cry out in ecstasy and your walls clench around him.

“Come on, baby. Cum all over me,” Harry encourages, your eyes rolling back and you let go completely, your walls and body spasming against him.

Harry cries a strangled moan, using his vamp speed to tear into you to spur his orgasm to the edge and without warning, he comes in hot spurts, filling you completely before he stops all movements.

You lay limp on his chest, whimpering when he manoeuvres himself so he can carefully pull out without hurting you.

Harry leans beside you, pulling the soft sheets over you both and wrapping his arms around you softly. Your breathing begins to steady, eyes fluttering shut and you curl slightly into Harry more.

“Happy fuckin’ birthday,” you sigh, cuddling into him and barely keeping consciousness.

He smiles down at you, his own eyes fluttering closed at the sound of your soft breathing and steady heartbeat.

Just as he is about to slip into a well-deserved slumber, the bedroom door creaks and his eyes peel open.

Teddy slowly steps inside with furrowed eyebrows, eyeing the conspicuous clothes that are torn and scattered around her bedroom floor before her eyes land on her bed, her two best friends naked in her sheets.

Teddy’s eyes widen, Harry squinting and silently wincing at the fact that they’ve been caught. A thick silence falls upon them for several minutes, Harry not having the guts to apologise and Teddy not knowing what to do or say.

Harry opens his mouth to speak when an unusually high-pitched tone comes out instead of his own, and a nervous smile overtakes his lips.

“So…” he swallows thickly, “How was the party?”

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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Cullens family x youngest sister! Reader

The cullens each trying to wake up their newest and youngest member in their family for her first day of Highschool.

Let’s just say reader isn’t a light sleeper😅

❝like a bear in hibernation❞

✭ pairing : cullen siblings x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (Y/n) is the recent adopted member of the Olympic Clan, she’s was once a Norman vampire but after having a run in with Esme she was taken under her wing and slowly adopted into the family’s traditions. Now it’s the first day of school for her and no one can seem to wake her up

✭ authors note : in this version of twilight the vampires here can sleep

✭ twilight masterlist

In the cozy Cullen household, a sense of serenity prevailed. The family had welcomed a new member into their fold, (Y/n), a former nomadic vampire who had once struggled with a dangerous addiction to human blood. But since coming under the Cullens' guidance, she had embraced their lifestyle, adopting a diet of animal blood and striving to gain control over her thirst.

Today marked a special day for (Y/n) as she prepared for her first day of school in the small town of Forks. Her siblings, each with their unique approach to waking her up, had agreed to take turns in the morning.

Alice, always the lively one, decided to be the first to rouse her new sister. She entered (Y/n)'s room with a mischievous grin, armed with a portable speaker playing loud pop music. With precision, she positioned it right by (Y/n)'s ear and cranked up the volume.

The blaring music filled the room, reverberating off the walls. Alice watched with eager anticipation, expecting (Y/n) to jolt awake at the sudden noise.

However, much to Alice's surprise, (Y/n) merely mumbled in her sleep, turning away from the source of the noise. Her eyelids remained closed, and she seemed undisturbed by the cacophony.

Alice couldn't help but giggle at (Y/n)'s resilience. It appeared that (Y/n) was not an easy sleeper to wake.

Alice exited (Y/n)'s room, a bemused expression on her face. Her attempt to wake their new sister with loud pop music had failed, leaving (Y/n) in blissful slumber. She reported back to the rest of the Cullen family, who had gathered in the hallway outside the room.

"No luck in waking her up," Alice declared with a huff, her brow furrowed in frustration.

Edward, with his telepathic abilities, chimed in, "I couldn't sense any change in her emotions when you tried to wake her, Alice."

Emmett chuckled, amused by the situation. "Well, this ought to be interesting. Who's next?"

Alice rolled her eyes playfully before suggesting, "Jasper's turn."

Jasper, always calm and composed, entered (Y/n)'s room with a sense of determination. He understood that his unique gift could be used to influence emotions, and he had a plan in mind.

Approaching (Y/n)'s bed, he reached out and gently touched her shoulder, his voice a soothing whisper. "Wake up, (Y/n). It's time to start your day."

(Y/n) stirred at his touch, but her sleep seemed unusually deep. She mumbled something unintelligible and shifted in her bed, still not fully awake.

Jasper didn't give up. He decided to use his gift, channeling feelings of excitement and energy into (Y/n)'s subconscious. It was like giving her a burst of enthusiasm, akin to the zoomies a dog might experience.

As he infused her with this vibrant energy, (Y/n)'s body reacted. She began tossing and turning in her bed, her limbs twitching as if caught in the throes of excitement. Her breathing quickened, and her features contorted into a mix of joy and restlessness.

The rest of the Cullens watched with fascination as (Y/n) remained blissfully asleep, completely oblivious to the energetic turmoil happening within her dreams.

Jasper couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight. It appeared that, even in slumber, (Y/n) was a force to be reckoned with.

After Jasper's attempt to wake (Y/n) ended with her tossing and turning in her sleep, the Cullen siblings couldn't help but be entertained by their new sister's stubborn slumber. Jasper exited her room, shaking their heads.

Jasper smirked and said, "Seems my attempt didn't work. Emmett, it's your turn."

Emmett, always up for a challenge, grinned widely. He stepped into (Y/n)'s room with an air of excitement, ready to try something different. As soon as he spotted her, he couldn't resist the urge to act like a big kid.

Emmett began bouncing on (Y/n)'s bed with the enthusiasm of a child on a trampoline. The mattress squeaked and shifted beneath his weight as he jumped up and down. He called out, "Wake up, sleepyhead! It's a brand new day!"

But all (Y/n) did in response was mumble in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly as if she were having an unusual dream. Unbeknownst to Emmett, her powers were activated in her sleep, her telekinesis manifesting.

With a sudden burst of power, Emmett was lifted off the bed and sent flying through the air. He let out a surprised shout as he crashed through the bedroom door and slid into the living room, creating a comical scene that left the other Cullens in stitches.

Emmett groaned from his less-than-graceful landing and rubbed his head as he rose to his feet. He looked back at the closed bedroom door, shaking his head.

"Rose, your turn," he grumbled, determined to finally get their new sister out of bed.

Rosalie, determined to wake (Y/n) from her stubborn slumber, entered the room with a plan in mind. She approached the bed and, with her vampire strength, effortlessly lifted it, attempting to tilt it slightly to make (Y/n) lose her balance and fall.

However, as Rosalie exerted her strength on the bed, she quickly realized that (Y/n) was gripping the mattress tightly, refusing to budge. Her brows furrowed in surprise, but before she could react, (Y/n) activated her telekinesis once more.

With a surge of power, the bed was wrenched from Rosalie's grasp, and she was sent flying backward. Emmett, who had been waiting just outside the room, caught Rosalie with ease.

Rosalie looked back at the closed door, her irritation evident. "Tough luck," Emmett teased as he held her.

The other Cullens, who had been watching the spectacle unfold, exchanged glances. Edward, always the logical one, was their last hope. They turned to him with expectant expressions, silently asking if he could use his telepathy to wake (Y/n).

Edward chuckled, shaking his head. "I can't, actually. She puts up a mental block when she's asleep. It's like she's determined to enjoy her beauty rest."

The Cullens sighed collectively, realizing that (Y/n) was indeed a unique challenge when it came to waking her up. Her stubborn slumber was proving to be quite the puzzle, and they couldn't help but be intrigued by their new sister's extraordinary abilities, even in her sleep.

The Cullen family had exhausted their attempts to wake (Y/n) from her deep slumber. With her first day of school looming, it became clear that a more unconventional approach was needed.

Esme, always the nurturing and caring mother figure of the family, spoke up. "Well, we can't just have her miss her first day of school."

Carlisle, the family's patriarch, sighed, knowing what had to be done. "I hope it didn't have to come to this."

He informed the rest of the family of his plan, and with a determined expression, he left the house. Minutes later, he returned with a packet of human blood from his job at the local blood bank.

The Cullens watched with curiosity as Carlisle poured the human blood into a cup, the rich red liquid contrasting starkly with their usual diet of animal blood. They exchanged concerned glances but remained silent.

Carlisle ignored their inquiries and proceeded to (Y/n)'s room. He left the cup of human blood on her nightstand, hoping it would be the key to finally waking her.

Only seconds later, (Y/n) emerged from her room, cup in hand, sipping the human blood. Her eyes were bright and alert, a smile on her face as she greeted her family.

"What a nice wake-up call," she said, her tone cheerful. "But you guys wouldn't believe what I dreamt about."

The Cullens exchanged relieved glances. It seemed that the allure of human blood had successfully roused (Y/n) from her deep slumber, and she was now ready to face her first day of school with her newfound family.

As (Y/n) shared her dream with the Cullens, they couldn't help but be amused by the creative lengths they had gone to in order to wake her. It was just another extraordinary day in the life of their unique family.

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ALL I THINK ABOUT IS KARMA — DAZAI OSAMU

=͟͟͞♡ CW(s): gn! reader, spoilers for bungo stray dogs, reader is an ability user that is capable of inducing karma. short fic.

=͟͟͞♡ SYNOPSIS: in which crime and punishment is not a match for karma.

=͟͟͞♡ NOW PLAYING: look what you made me do by taylor swift and gods by new jeans

BYR ! this was written as a second part of this fic right here with the season 5 finale plot but it can be read alone.

in the helicopter, the vampirism virus coursing through your veins reached its peak. dazai's intricate plan had unfolded, but little did he know about the latent power within you.

as fyodor smirks, reveling in his perceived victory, a surge of karma emanated from your core.

crimson energy clashed with the vampiric curse, creating a chaotic dance of dark and light within you. fyodor's control wavered as your newfound ability fought against the insidious virus, and you seized the opportunity to break free.

with newfound strength, you wrestled control from fyodor's grasp, and his eyes widened in disbelief as the tides turned upon him. in a swift motion, you drew a silver dagger hidden beneath your coat, its blade reflecting the eerie glow of the vampire-infested surroundings.

as the helicopter's propeller rattled in the night sky, you lunged at fyodor, your swift yet harsh movements fueled by a mix of vengeance and the unyielding force of karma. the blade found its mark, sinking into fyodor's side, impaling him into his seat.

his sly grin turned to a grimace of pain.

a clash between the demon and the enduring will of a human refusing to succumb. fyodor's deep purple eyes saw how your ability to manipulate karma tipped the scales in your favor. the crimson energy emanating from you intensified, enveloping both of us in a swirling maelstrom.

blood seeped from his lips as he coughed in pain after being stabbed by his own and supposedly mind-controlled driver, and his blood turned cold as he looks up to see the red in your eyes flicker back into a [color] with your fangs shrinking back to its normal size.

fyodor wasn't one for surprises since he usually has everything deduced and planned accordingly, but this once, you have made that possible for him.

how could he let you slip out of his control just like the gravity manipulator too? fyodor was certain you had been infected with the virus and was not faking, especially with the way your eyes flickered back then.

"right on time, [name]!" a smile tugs on dazai's lips as he claps his hands, though the gravity manipulator was quite tense, even if everything was just exact and accordingly to the plan.

each piece across the hoard moved with calculated precision, whispering secrets of a plot that only you and dazai could decipher, leaving fyodor oblivious to the unfolding intrigue.

"how?" fyodor coughs, holding a bitter smile that was heavy with betrayal and suspicion.

the ivory and ebony chess pieces mirrored the clash between light and darkness in the intricate game. dazai, with his characteristic smirk, slid his bishop forward, symbolizing a clandestine maneuver on your part with responding with a cunning knight's leap.

"easy, i purposely got myself bitten and infected to get close to you," you met his gaze with a determined glint across your eyes, "you think chuuya was the only one?"

pieces danced across the board, and the climax of our plan unfolded in a daring sacrifice—a queen's gambit that left fyodor's defenses vulnerable.

dazai, standing nearby, couldn't resist a smirk, "to put it simply," he interjected, stepping forward with a sly confidence, "[name]'s ability is capable of inducing karma. even if they got infected, the ability within them will continue to act on."

fyodor's gaze shifted to dazai, suspicion etched across his face, "what do you mean?" he demands.

dazai's smile widened as he relished the unfolding revelation, "you might have gotten control of [name], but you can't control karma," he explains with a hint of amusement.

"it's an ability that is still dependent on the course of action of [name]'s target."

as the truth sank in, fyodor's composure faltered. the realization that his meticulous plans had a flaw, a flaw rooted in the unpredictable nature of karma, left him momentarily speechless.

"once you play god, they're gonna crumble one by one," you remark, your voice echoing with a conviction that resonated through the chaos surrounding all of you, and the words hung in the air like an irreversible verdict, sealing fyodor's fate.

"but consider this, fyodor," you continue, the whirring of the helicopter blades adding a rhythmic cadence to my words as you begin to take the helicopter to the heavens.

"in your pursuit of power, you played the role of a god, all according to your whims," you say, your voice carrying a solemn weight with karma speaking for itself through you, "but just as hubris led to the fall in tales of old, karma now unravels the threads of your false godhood."

the helicopter's descent mirrored the descent into the inevitable consequences of fyodor's actions, "attempting to control others as if they were mere pawns in your game? tch, some god you are."

you shake your head however with a chuckle, carrying the smile of the true devil, "even if crime and punishment are close friends as you say, karma, divine retribution, or the scales of justice, all point to the same truth in the end: actions have consequences, and those who attempt to manipulate the threads of destiny will find themselves entangled in a web of their own making. this is your kingdom come."

with a final, knowing gaze, you leap from the plummeting helicopter, embracing the uncertainty below. the crash, a symphony of destruction, unfolded.

"chuuya!" dazai yells as soon as he sees your figure across the smoke in the skies.

"working me like a damn dog, bastard. i got them!" chuuya hisses at the other first before he emerges from the ground, catching you with a grace that defied the chaos and gravity.

you were then brought to dazai's embrace, and you stood with him, amidst the flames of the crashed helicopter illuminating the night, a symbolic end to fyodor's ill-fated attempts to play god—an end brought about by the intertwining forces of the karma within you.

dazai, with sincerity in his eyes, pulls you into a tender embrace, his lips meeting your forehead in a gentle kiss, and as he rests his forehead against mine, he whispers, "you did it, love."

with a soft exhale, you whisper back, relieved and grateful, "we did it. all of us. it's finally over."

in that intimate moment, the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders. the chaos, the vampirism virus, fyodor's manipulation—all of it seemed to fade into the background. dazai's acknowledgment held a profound significance, a recognition of the strength within you, warming your cheeks as a smile tugs on your lips.

"tch, get a goddamn room you idiots!" chuuya interjects, making his presence known to you and dazai again after you two seemingly forget.

karma is a cat allows its user to induce karma, which can be a blessing or a curse that may or may not include the bending of reality, but it is highly dependent on the target's course of action and the sincerity of the heart around the user.

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indecisive-capricorn · 2 months

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Yandere Cullens Family's Reactions to You Attempting to Escape:

WARNINGS: Yandere, running away, mature language, manipulation, toxic relationship, gaslighting, etc.

SUMMARY: You tried to run away from your kidnapper lover but your attempt failed and now you have to face the consequences of your actions. Problem is, how will your beloved yandere react to it and what are the punishments that lie ahead for you?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: We had the Volturi guards and now, we'll have the Cullens! I guess, I'm in my active writing era for tumblr, so don't be surprised if I end up posting a whole lot more. It can be about Twilight or even other fandoms. I'll definitely be posting more for Miguel O'Hara too. Also, I was supposed to post this later on but it got put on queue and I didn't know how to put it out of the list, so I apologize if it seems a little rushed.

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

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EDWARD CULLEN aka THE MIND READER

He's a mind reader. That is the only thing you need to know about him to know that it's useless to even try to escape because Edward is already reading your mind to see the potential plans of your escape. He'll do everything to ensure you won't escape and if you managed to find a single hint that could bring your hopes up to do so, he'll immediately eliminate it by fixing the problem. If you had somehow— no one knows precisely how —managed to find an escape, then just know that he'll find you soon enough. Not even just because of his abilities as a vampire since he can easily track down your scent with them, but also because well— he can read your mind. Edward will know where you desperately want to go to and he'll know about the decisions that you'll make as you try to escape. So, good luck but it's practically impossible, unless you managed to outsmart him by thinking of some sort of distraction. But yeah, it's almost impossible because he's constantly reading your mind! Very nosy indeed for a vampire but even worse as a yandere vampire.

CARLISLE CULLEN aka THE DOCTOR

He would be disappointed. Carlisle isn't the type to get angry at people, but he would get disappointed in you when you try to run away because he thought you knew better than to do that. Honestly, out of everyone in the family, Carlisle is the yandere who gives the most freedom to his darling partner. Carlisle gives a lot of trust to you but after your attempt escape, which was most likely ruined because of another family member, he will definitely be keeping a closer eye on you. Carlisle will either give you a scolding after your escape or he will be quite silent while checking if you got any injuries while being outside. The latter is actually scarier than the first because it's unusual for Carlisle to be giving you the silent treatment and it would mean that he would be more cautious and give you less freedom from then on. However, instead of immediately locking you up in the house after your attempt escape, Carlisle will show you all the reasons to keep you in the house. It could be by showing you the wounds and deaths caused by a rogue vampire or even just by bringing you to the hospital to show you the potential wounds you could get by being outside.

ALICE CULLEN aka THE PSYCHIC

Same situation as Edward. She's a psychic. Alice can easily check through her gift when you feel even the slightest want to go against her. She'll immediately fix the problem and spend more time with you and be much more attentive too. However, if you decide to rebel against her far too many times, she might just let you attempt an escape. Under her watchful eye, of course, since she doesn't want anything to happen to her precious darling but Alice is sure she can make an accident or two happen around you or maybe worsen your day with some horrible mannered humans to get you thinking that going outside and rebelling against her isn't worth it. She'll be faking her worries when you finally decide to come back home to her and she'll fuss all over your health. Alice might hide it from you but she is strategic and quite smart, especially when it concerne you. Your attempt had also given Alice a chance to guilt trip you into being her personal dress up doll. Not that you already weren't before, but things are certainly much smoother if you follow her order like a sweet darling right?

ROSALIE HALE-CULLEN aka THE BEAUTY

Rosalie would be scoffing at your attempt. She's definitely annoyed and angry at you, but she is also blaming herself for it. Rosalie should have known you would try to escape and she probably had a feeling on that as well, yet she still decided to trust her darling. You could say that she considered it as a test to see your loyalty to her, one in which you had failed horribly. After she has finally calmed down from her anger, which could take a few days, she will return to you with a sweet smile and continue treating you as her precious jewel like she usually does. Now, you can ignore her attempts to win you back over with her charms and even insult her for it, but do remember that Rosalie could be the sweetest person in the world towards her darling, constantly spoiling you with affection and cherishing you with her gentle words. Her actions causes you to be awfully conflicted about your want to escape because why would you want to get away from someone who loves you more than anything in the world? Your doubts could be added if you had terrible partners in the past.

JASPER HALE-CULLEN aka THE SOLDIER

Jasper will definitely be hurt. I mean, which yandere wouldn't feel hurt at some point if their darling tries to escape? But out of everyone, Jasper is the one who shows it the most. He's trying so hard to adjust for his darling on everything. He had made renovations to his home, specifically to accomodate to your taste and comfort. He had to endure more trainings to keep his blood thirst under control because he doesn't want to hurt you, and so much more. Jasper doesn't expect you to return anything, not even your affections since he understands he needs to earn it, but you attempting to escape is almost like you were dismissing all of his efforts in one go or even worse, you didn't give a shit about them in the first place and that was what probably hurted him the most. Jasper will probably get stricter with you after that. He had tried to be fair and tried to respect your space before and to be quite honest, he is the yandere who gives the most freedom to you after Carlisle. His only rule was for you to not leave him. But you had to break the rule and now, you'll pay for the consequences.

ESME CULLEN aka THE LOVER

Esme has the same reaction as Jasper. She's hurt but she is also confused as well. Esme is really patient and she understands that you needed time and space to adjust living in her house, your new and sudden home that was completely foreign to you, and she's trying hard to get you adjusted and be as comfortable as possible. Like Jasper, she's doing everything she can for your comfort but unlike Jasper, she expects your acceptance in return. It's not as if she is expecting it in a cruel type of way with the mindset that she's doing something for you, so you should do something for her. No, Esme is nothing like that. However, Esme made sure she was doing everything right and she expected for your relationship with her to go more smoothly, not for you to suddenly escape. Your failed escape made her think she did something wrong, but she's confused because she had done everything right so far. Esme never forced you to return your affections, she wanted to slowly earn it, which is why after your failed escape, she had a talk with you and asked you why you tried to leave. Esme knows that she's flawed but she wants to improve herself and do everything she can to fix the problem but in no world would she ever let you go.

EMMETT CULLEN aka THE JOKER

Emmett is silent. He was so fucking silent that it actually scared you more than if he got angry at you and he had never gotten angry at you either but it's probably much better than the silent treatment you're getting. No teasings or even some bad jokes. Heck, not even his cheesy pick up lines. Emmett still takes care of you and spend time with you during his silent treatment though. He still cooks meals for you and cuddles with you while watching a horror movie, which is actually his favourite activity to do with you, but he still didn't say a single word. And it was starting to get to you as well. You had no one else besides Emmett in the house, sometimes his "siblings" would visit, but they don't talk much with you and you were beginning to slowly grow insane from the lack of conversations. It didn't matter how long it took but after some time, you broke down and begged for Emmett to speak to you because if the silent treatment continued on, you were sure you would go completely insane. Emmett was surprised when you begged him but he was pleased as well. He was silent all this time in order to make him more tolerable to you, but Emmett also knew that he would eventually break you and hoped it would be enough to get you to want to talk to him.

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astralnymphh · 5 months

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⤹ okay but on the topic of vampire!ellie, which one do you guys personally like?? has nothing to do with what i'll write next, just a curiosity + headcanons. MDNI 18+ enjoy this free vamp!ellie brainstorming content with a random side of nipple fixation!

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teenage dirtbag vampire!ellie in a modern realm who can't stand being in her parents suburban hell born house, tired of their cockalorum and urging for her to engage more in the vampiric branch of her family. attend the parties, go human–hunting with the other blood–ingesting addicts, try this, do that. it all irked ellie the wrong way, made her psyche boil, cause all she wanted to fucking do was you. she craves only your blood, your taste, the metallic ribbons pumping your lifeline was like a goddamn nectar to her. and you let her feed, because you loved her. you let your meat sack of a body replace her breakfast, lunch, dinner– first and final meal.

that's why you let her move in with you. cause you fucking can. now, every itty–bitty token of her life tangles with yours on the walls. pictures and awards, a manifold of knickknacks cluttering the window sills, even her clothes tend to blend with yours– an illusive invitation for you to wear her clothes without the question ever pressing her lips apart. you both are madly besotted in each other. no denial objects to that.

and, fuck, this version of ellie is hot. fitted tanks absent of a bra– pale brown pierced nipples erecting the thin fabric into a small mound. gray wash skinny jeans that fit her lean legs well, waistband cruising nicely under that peek of a v–line, fraying at the ankle hems that contrasts into those battered up converse of a similar hue. oh, and usually cloaks her shoulders up in a sable leather jacket– with your name patched in. a jacket, so prized, alwaaays winds up hurled to some isolated and cimmerian corner of your room, purely cause she lacks the care to hang it up whenever she returns home in a scramble, fangs unsheathing for blood. her knees would find themselves pressing hard into the mattress beneath both of you, centering a large gully of weight where her half–unzipped crotch and your butt meet, thirstily rutting to the point of numbing your clit through the hard denim of your pants. her zinc button just kept pounding that shit, keeping you spread wide. while dry humping you, she'd moan and groan hot on your earlobe, fangs partial hooking on the rim, "mhh– fuck n' suck, babe– can i? fuuck.." 'fuck n' suck' was just some made–up code for, well, it should be obvious. times like those, where she intends to fuck her pussy rough on you without remorse, whilst drying your organs of blood.

ohh, but i'll write that in detail one day~

gothic vampire!ellie who lodges high on a hill, deep in the mighty fathomage of her grandoise palace, steeples scaping high into the howling sky– torn asunder by a network of lightning above. you're nothing but meat and blood, princess, a feast inside regalia. every freshwater pearl, every satiny reflection of light off your dress, only made your flesh more supple in her fluorescent fern eyes. those lucifer–damned pupils though, well, let's just say you can't even measure the green pool of her eyes anymore. dilating, big black saucers, ballooning the milken white away whenever she snags a glimpse of your blood. that phantom heartbeat of hers races madly, mad of love for that color. for that glisten of liquid. so divine, she thinks. a gulp bolts down her gullet when within a measly foot of you, or, more specifically, a mere gate between the two of your noses. how else is she supposed to store her cache of sustenance?

yes, that's precisely what i'm hinting at. a holding cell. dusty and decrepit, rats abundant skittering the stone ground, and you swore cobwebs began to web themselves in your hair– now loose and unbraided. that brute of a girl would crouch on the opposing side, dangling keys on a loop sat upon her finger, ploddingly wagging like a swinging great axe. taunt, taunt taunt taunt.. is all she would skip about and do. slip into your cell quickly and play with you. kitty–cornering you and blocking you in her arms, cooing how terribly sorry she feigns to be, for jailing you up and treating you like meat. however, tides turn, and so do emotions. could it be, the dracula upon the misty cliff– has fallen in love?

turns out, witty princesses with a snakish tongue and spit to spare really turned her on. fuck, even you cursed yourself for rending your guard and feeling a magnetic pull to that hunk of a beast, clad in her midnight black, puffed sleeves and collar drawstring shirt. finely sewn black trousers and shiny black boots, curse you, for finding something about that hellishly horrid outfit so handsome on her. there's– oh, this particularly noticeable asset tp her garb as well. the black dye was nearing translucency, and if you loitered your vision directly on her chest long enough, caught in the right cosmic light, you could see that waxen bosom and her nipples, light brown contrary to her vampiric skin. haha, how humiliating it was when she caught you staring at them as she stood in front of your sat stature, being so brazen enough to ask, "something caught your eye princess? shall i strip myself of this, then?" whilst her hands mindlessly tucked under the loose hem anyway, wringing the fabric over her head and banishing it aside. "here, feel my dead heart–" swirled her voice, thrusting her hand out to grasp yours, cold as the ice age, her mitts froze your wrists and yanked them forth, pressing them flat against her breast and swiping her thumb across your contrasting warm skin, leavening with excitement as you fondle. she stows her knee on the bed adjacent to your thigh, whispering, so.. so, hauntingly, "feel that? no pulse, no life, not a spark lives within me, dear." and it was nothing vastly far from the truth. beneath her erect nipple, was no beat. eyes widening to a moon, and lips parting to steal simply too much air, you shudder. was it fear, you shuddered for, or arousal? that's a tale, for another day.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras thoughts #vampire!ellie #lesbian #sapphic #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams x reader smut #tlou smut #ellie smut

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sugar-grigri · 9 months

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Yes, see Swordman announces that certainly the other "hybrids" including Reze are alive, but his presence raises more questions than it answers. Even if I'd like to see the way this chapter is cut, i.e. in three parts, already an element of answer.

The first part was a little confusing and contradictory, with the new bodyguard Fumiko, appointed by Yoshida to watch over and "protect Denji". But what really stands out for me is the line "you're the one and only Chainsaw Man!".

It's an answer that's already important, as it fits into a context in which Denji is increasingly stripped of his own identity as CSM, whether because of this impostor who represents the church, the church itself, the fans or the detractors. I had already analyzed the fact that CSM had become a collective essence rather than an individual identity. So to tell Denji YOU are Chainsaw Man is to give him back the link he has with himself.

But this line would be interesting in another context, and here we're getting into pure theory and personal speculation. To explain, let's break the chapter down into three parts. First, Denji and his relationship with Chainsaw Man, as we've just seen. Then, Asa, who is beginning to come to terms (positively) with her own popularity as the new heroine. And finally, Swordman, who appears at the end of the chapter and introduces himself as such.

My theory came from a single question: why did you present the chapter in this way? Why the ellipsis with Asa? Then continue with Swordman? I mean, Fujimoto did decide to bring these three elements together in a single chapter, so they must necessarily have some as-yet ungraspable narrative link.

I've been thinking about it, and there's a lot of mystery surrounding the "hybrids". We don't even know what they're called, since their names have been erased by Pochita, according to Makima. Which means that they represent a very special concept that Fujimoto intends to exploit. A concept surely more complicated than a human fused with a demon.

I've been thinking about this, and two main theories come to mind when I put together what little we know about them. Hybrids are immortal, or more precisely, they can be resurrected as long as they are given enough blood. There's something vampiric about that. Vampire in the sense that they're human-looking demons who need blood, literally. Another theory is more contextual, and that's the one I'm going to bring out today.

Have you noticed that all hybrid demons represent weapons, machines. Never a fear of a broad concept like the demons of the apocalypse, or of an animal like Beam, or stemming from natural reflexes like the fear of blood and the fear of falling?

My theory is that they are deeply artificial demons. This was more or less confirmed with Reze, who was a laboratory rat for the USSR, or Katanaman, who became what he is thanks to Akane Sawatari. What's more, hybrids are always more or less connected with the state, Reze with Russia, Quanxi with China, or Denji, whose public hunters are trying to get their hands on him.

I can't speculate any further, but the only thing I'm sure of is that "hybrids" have something to do with the evolution of the world. And when I mean "evolution of the world", I mean technological evolution, particularly of weapons.

Which brings me to my theory about chapter 138. There was always something I found unexploited about Chainsaw Man. Exploiting the relationship between mankind and demons, but in a different era, in the past.

When we return to the chapter, Denji and Chainsaw Man represent the heroes of the present, who threaten to be eclipsed by a new heroine, Asa, associated with the demon of war. Yoru would represent the future, which is why for me she refers so much to nuclear weapons, which remain the most advanced and dangerous weapon at the moment (along with hydrogen bombs, but you get the idea). Swordman, on the other hand, may represent the past, a hero from the past. I mean, people in the past weren't afraid of chainsaws or bombs, they were afraid of swords and crossbows.

Imagine how old immortal beings could be, representing traditional, ancient weapons? I think it's Quanxi aka the first devil hunter, or Swordman.

With this context, what Swordman says resonates even more, doesn't it? Who knows better the feeling of being forgotten than a hero of the past like Swordman? Hybrids are doomed to feel this sense of obsolescence.

Don't get me wrong, I don't think Swordman knows anything about this. He may have a few points from his past still fresh in his mind, but having been brainwashed by Makima, his memories are surely muddled. The fact remains that this link with the past and technological evolutions: hybrid demons are still those who have a direct relationship with the state and governments.

An important point, given that the Japanese government is the main antagonist in this story.

#chainsaw man #csm part 2 #csm spoilers #csm 138 #denji #quanxi #asa #asa mitaka #swordman #katanaman #makima #my thoughts

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itsclydebitches · 5 months

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Though I adore the dynamic myself, it struck me as odd a few months back that fans were taking a "Monster loved for the first time" approach to Astarion. Part of the allure of a vampire (for me anyway) is the act of transformation; the horror and tragedy of having lost who you were before—including all those everyday, human experiences. There were debates about precisely how old Astarion was when he died and at the same time fans were screaming over him having his first hug, his first real romance, this is the first time someone has helped him without ulterior motives, etc. and I'm going, "How is that possible?" This is an elf who lived a life before being turned, even if it was short compared to what his race would normally experience. Astarion had a family. He had a job! Yet the fandom (and to an extent the game as well) treats Astarion as more of a Phantom-esque character: deemed monstrous from birth and blindsided by the simplest acts of love because he was denied them from the get-go.

Of course, it's easy enough to read everything through the lens of slavery and torture. Sure, Astarion had all this at one point but it's been so long and his life as a vampire has been so unimaginably torturous that it's eclipsed those earlier experiences. I get that... but time as the answer still didn't fully convince me.

Not until I started romancing him and hit this line:

"I... I don't know. I can't remember."

This is in response to asking Astarion what color his eyes were before they turned red. Can we just sit with that for a moment? He doesn't remember the color of his eyes. This line was a game changer for me because I can't even CONCEPTUALIZE that. Mirrors appear to be pretty common in Faerûn—it's not like this is a setting devoid of all modern inventions and Astarion, as a member of the upper class, absolutely would have had access to various ornate mirrors like the one he starts this scene with—so what does it take to make you completely forget such an ingrained bit of knowledge about yourself? 200 years as a dehumanized slave, obviously. Still, my mind continues to trip over the idea. I have blue eyes. That's a fact I've known since I had any real sense of self. If my eyes were to suddenly change tomorrow I can't imagine forgetting that they were originally blue. Even if I'd put it from my mind for an extended period of time I'd expect the very pointed question, "What color were they before?" would fire some old synapses and drag the information back. Obviously none of us have any idea what 200 years would do to a human brain (or, you know, an elf's) but it still feels firmly in the real of impossibility that I could ever completely forget something like that.

Yet Astarion has and this line more than anything else has sold me on his Baby Monster Loved For The First Time characterization, both in-game and in the fandom. He acts like he's never been hugged before? Of course he does! The guy can't remember his eye color and you think he's going to recall any probably-treated-as-casual-and-thus-didn't-solidify-as-significant-memories hugs while alive? When was the last time you were hugged? I'm not sure. I know I HAVE hugged recently but was the last one with family over Thanksgiving? Did I give my friend a brief side-hug before we parted? I'm lucky in that hugs are such a normalized part of my life that I don't give them much thought... which means that if you were to suddenly enslave me and keep me isolated for 200 years, yeah, I'd probably forget what they feel like too. Or that I ever had any at all.

(Self-hatred is going to play hell with memory too. Once you feel like you don't deserve something and it's continually denied to you it's easier to convince yourself you never had it to begin with.)

So yeah, Astarion acts like someone who was always the monster because he has, on a literal canonical level, forgotten what it was like to be anything else. Which just sets his relationship with Tav into such angsty, terrifying focus. Here's someone who has lost his previous identity. He (rightfully) despises the identity Cazador forced on him. Even if he didn't, Astarion is now miles away, the tattered remains of his self threatened by ceremorphosis. He stares into a mirror knowing he'll never see anything, but doing it anyway because he needs to figure out who he is—and that's precisely where most of us would start. What do I look like? What do others see when they see me? Is that the person I want to be?

Then Tav offers to be his mirror, just like they offered to sketch out the poem on his back. How exquisitely horrible for Astarion. He's being given precisely what he wants but he's in NO position to take it. All his sense of self placed in the hands of another? Asking, "Who am I?" and hearing, "I'll tell you. I'll be the keeper of that knowledge"? That's a far more intimate, potentially destructive power than anything else Astarion is looking to get his hands on AND he's trying to manipulate YOU at this point in the story! It just makes me crazy because Astarion is desperate to figure out who he is, but circumstances have ensured that, at this point in time, he needs to put his trust in someone else to begin answering that question... and the one thing he does know about himself is that he's a manipulative, mistrustful rogue who's only out to keep himself safe. Allowing someone else to take the reins with his identity (again) is probably the least safe thing he could possibly think of.

It's this messy tragic loop that yes, Astarion is working to break by the end of the game (depending on your choices) but in Act 1? Goddamn. No wonder he's trying desperately to maintain control of this relationship. No wonder—despite his best efforts—he's still undone by the simplest acts of kindness.

#BG3 #Astarion #mymetas

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Summary: Elijah taking care of y/n after a supernatural fight <3 Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Human!Fem!reader Prompt(s): “tell me where it hurts”, “I would do anything for you”, “you’ve noticed it too, haven’t you?” Warning: mentions of fighting, injuries, limping REQUEST FORM II NAVIGATION

Y/n had always been drawn to the Mikaelson family, their allure and mystique captivating her from the moment she first met them. But it was one brother who had captured her heart in a way she never expected. Over the years, she had forged a deep and unbreakable bond with Elijah Mikaelson, their undeniable attraction to one another standing the test of time and turmoil, even if both of them decide not to act on it.

As a human among vampires, Y/n often found herself in the midst of danger, but she never let fear hold her back. She stood by Elijah's side through countless battles and trials.

But on this particular night, the danger was greater than ever before. The Mikaelsons found themselves embroiled in a conflict that threatened to tear them apart by the witches, and Y/n knew that she was no match for the supernatural forces at play.

The air crackled with electricity as magic clashed with brute strength, the sound of spells colliding with the force of supernatural beings echoing through the night.

Y/n stood at the sidelines, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the chaos unfold before her.

Beside her, Elijah fought with a grace and precision that was unmatched, his movements fluid and calculated as he dispatched their enemies with ease.

As the battle raged on, the Mikaelsons fought with a ferocity born of centuries of survival. Klaus unleashed his wrath upon their enemies with a primal fury, his feral instincts taking over as he tore through their ranks with reckless abandon.

Rebekah fought with a grace and elegance that belied her strength, her movements swift and deadly as she danced through the chaos with the finesse of a seasoned warrior. She cast aside her usual charm and sophistication, her only goal to protect her family at any cost.

And through it all, Elijah remained the calm in the storm, his unwavering resolve a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. He fought with a sense of purpose that was unmatched, his every action driven by a fierce determination to protect those he loved.

But as the battle reached its peak, the odds turned against them, their enemies closing in with relentless determination. Y/n felt a surge of panic rise within her as she watched Elijah face off against an opponent twice his size, his every move calculated but strained with effort.

"Elijah, watch out!" she called out, her voice echoing through the chaos as she rushed to his side.

Y/n, run!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the din of battle.

Y/n hesitated for only a moment, torn between her desire to stay and fight and her instinct to obey Elijah's command. But in the end, she knew that she had no choice but to heed his words.

Finally, she found sanctuary in a deserted alleyway, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she leaned against the cold stone wall. She was safe, for now, but her thoughts were consumed by worry for Elijah and the rest of the Mikaelson family.

Hours passed before Y/n dared to venture out of hiding, her steps cautious as she made her way back towards the heart of the city.

She emerged from the alleyway, her steps hesitant and unsteady as she limped through the deserted streets of New Orleans. Every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain coursing through her body, a stark reminder of the danger she had narrowly escaped.

As she rounded a corner, she caught sight of Elijah standing in the dim light of a nearby lamppost. Relief flooded her senses as she limped towards him, her breath hitching in her throat as she finally reached his side.

Elijah's eyes widened in concern as he took in her disheveled appearance, his expression softening with compassion as he reached out to steady her trembling form. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her, offering her the support she so desperately needed.

"Tell me where it hurts," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the night. His touch was gentle as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingertips lingering against her skin with a tenderness that made her heart flutter.

Y/n swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper as she confessed to the pain that consumed her. "Everywhere," she admitted, her words tinged with exhaustion and fear.

Elijah's brow furrowed with concern as he gently guided her with utmost care to his mansion

Elijah led her to a cozy sitting room adorned with plush furnishings and flickering candles, creating a warm and inviting ambiance. With gentle reassurance, he helped her settle onto a luxurious sofa, making sure she was comfortable before attending to her injuries.

Kneeling before her, he reached for her injured leg, his touch light and precise as he examined the source of her discomfort. With practiced ease, Elijah began to tend to her wounds, his fingers deftly bandaging her injuries with care and precision. With each careful motion, he murmured words of comfort, his voice a soothing melody in the darkness.

"Everything will be alright, Y/n," he assured her, his tone soft but resolute. "You're safe now. I promise." Y/n's heart swelled with gratitude at his words, her eyes misting with unshed tears as she leaned into his comforting embrace.

“Thank you, Elijah," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."

Elijah's smile widened at her words, a look of genuine affection shining in his eyes. "It's my pleasure, Y/n," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "I would do anything for you."

Across the room, Klaus and Rebekah observed the scene with keen interest. Klaus leaned against a doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched his brother and the human girl with a mixture of concern and contemplation.

Rebekah stood beside him, her gaze lingering on Elijah and Y/n with a thoughtful expression. She turned to Klaus, her blue eyes glinting with curiosity as she spoke.

"You've noticed it too, haven't you?" she said, her voice low and contemplative. "The way Elijah looks at her."

Klaus nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving his brother and Y/n. "It's hard to miss," he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "He cares for her deeply."

Rebekah arched an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "More than just friendship, you mean?"

Klaus shrugged nonchalantly, though his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement. "It wouldn't surprise me," he conceded. "Elijah has always been one to fall hard and fast."

Rebekah's smile widened as she glanced back at Elijah and Y/n, her heart warmed by the tenderness she saw between them. "They make quite the pair, don't they?" she remarked, her tone laced with admiration.

Klaus nodded in agreement, a rare sense of approval shining in his eyes. "Indeed they do," he said, his voice tinged with something akin to pride. "And if anyone deserves happiness, it's Elijah."

Together, they watched as Elijah helped Y/n to her feet, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders as they disappeared into the mansion

#fluff #daniel gillies #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x female reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #new orleans #rebekahmikaelson #vampires

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