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thelargefrye · 1 year

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fake fic titles:

darling obsessions

hearts awakened

deadly class

DARLING OBSESSIONS

pairing : angel!ateez x human!f!reader genre : supernatural au, thriller, slow burn warnings : language, killing demons, injuries / blood / body gore

wooyoung fell to his knees as a pained screamed ripped through his throat. tears blurred his vision as he attacked the demon that hovered over your bleeding body.

the demon was clearly caught off guard by wooyoung’s scream and that was exactly what the angel needed in order to attack and kill the demon. the demon dissolving into black soot as it made one last inaudible growl.

“y/n! y/n, are you okay!” he says, dropping his weapon and he rushes over to you. he gently scoops you up in his arms, your blood easily staining his clothes, but he doesn’t care at all in this moment.

“my love, y/n, please say something!” more tears flow out as he gently taps your cheek to get your eyes open.

“w-woo…” you say with a hard gasp as your eyes crack open making wooyoung smile at.

“my love, how do you feel?”

“tired,” you groaned out.

“try to keep your eyes open, okay, my love. seonghwa is on his way with yunho. they’ll patch you right up and then you can yell at me,” he says as he gently tries to move you causing you to groan in pain.

“woo… i’m- i’m so sorry for not… fuck— not listening,” you manage to breathe out but wooyoung shushes you.

“don’t you dare apologize. i should have explained everything when you asked,” wooyoung says mournfully, tone full of regret.

“wooyoung! y/n!” seonghwa’s voice breaks out and wooyoung looks up with teary eyes as he sees the eldest angel running towards them. yunho follows close behind him.

seonghwa and yunho are quick to take you out of wooyoung’s arms. seonghwa holds you in his arms now as yunho looks at the wound the demon gave you. the healer does as much as he can but knows that his angel treatments would useless for a human.

“she’s losing blood, wooyoung stop by one of those vampire banks and meets us back at the manor,” yunho says and the youngest nods his head before his dashing off to get blood.

“come on, princess, let’s go home,” seonghwa says moving you so he can carry you bridal style. him and yunho teleport you back to the manor where the others had been waiting anxiously for them to return.

“y/n!” mingi’s voice is full of shock as he takes in your weak state, he can sense how slow your heartbeat is getting making him more anxious.

once wooyoung returns with blood, yunho manages to get you into stable condition. everything in manor seems to calm down as the angels allow you to rest in your room.

you’re by yourself when finally wake up. the room is calming, too calming as you move to sit up a little bit. your eyes immediately lock onto the low level demon that sulks near the end of your bed.

“you!” your voice is hushed as to not alert the boys. “what the hell were you thinking showing up like that! you could have gotten killed!”

the demon speaks in its native tongue. something unintelligible to humans and other supernatural creatures ears, but you understand it clearly.

“listen, i know you were just worried but you can’t just appear out in public,” you scold the demon who only apologizes. “whatever, just go back home before one them show up,” you say waving the demon off who disappears into the shadows and you let out a sigh before you lay back down.

you let out another soft groan as the pain surges through your abdomen. “fucking hell,” you mutter before closing your eyes. allowing sleep to consume you once more.

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omgrachwrites · 3 years

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The Princess and The Duke - Chapter Eighteen

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: As the Princess of Spain, you were always supposed to marry King James of England to make an alliance between Spain and England. When he marries a woman at his court for love, you are married off to his best friend, Sirius Black the Duke of Bedford to keep the alliance. However, the court is riddled with secrets and a rebel in the North starts to rise against the Throne. Royal AU.

Warnings: fluff, angst, The Potters being adorable

Words: 2370

A/N: Sorry this is late guys, I’m back full time in work so updates may be a little funky! There’s only gonna be two parts and maybe an epilogue, after this one?? Thank you guys for all your support, it means the world to me! Hope you guys enjoy this one and please let me know what you think, let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

Part Eighteen - Fighting Fire With Fire

Today was a strange day, it was like a blast from your past but you vaguely wondered how things had gotten this bad in a mere three years, everyone was now fighting for their lives. You and Sirius were about to leave for the council chamber so you could try and work out just who the traitor among you was.

One of your favourite memories was when Sirius had suggested that you should be at the private council meeting when you first arrived at English court. But now, your entire body felt cold with dread. You looked at your children who were still sleeping and you were glad that they were both blissfully unaware of the dangers.

Warm strong arms wrapped around your waist and you smiled as you leaned back into your husband’s firm chest. You giggled lightly as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, “are you alright, nearly ready to go?” he asked, whispering against your skin.

You sighed as you tilted your head so you could press a kiss to his stubbled cheek, “I know this council meeting is a necessity but the traitor could be one of our friends,” you couldn’t believe that someone that you had trusted with your children could really be the traitor, “I just wish that Voldemort was actually dead but he’s a sorcerer, it’s not really a surprise that he had a trick up his sleeve.”

Sirius nodded, “I know, it’s awful,” he hesitated, “you know that I’m not the traitor, don’t you? I would never do anything to hurt us or our friends,” his voice broke slightly and your heart melted at his tone.

You turned around so you were facing him and took his cheeks in your hands, “oh, darling, I know, I know that you’re not the traitor. You would give your life for any one of us, I love you.”

Sirius smiled and kissed you gently, twirling his fingers through your locks, “I love you too, so much. We should probably go,” he sighed and tugged at your hand gently.

With one last look at Andromeda and your children, you followed Sirius out of your chambers. The birds were chirping and the cheerfully but it didn’t warm you or soften your heart like it usually did. In fact, it left you filled with coldness and longing. How could the birds be singing so beautifully? How could the sun be shining so brightly on a day when you had to figure out which of your friends was unfaithful?

The atmosphere was tense and heavy as you and Sirius walked into the council chamber and sat down. Lily smiled warmly at you as she rocked Harry in her arms. James turned away from the window that he was sadly gazing out of and he wandered over to sit at the head of the table. He sighed heavily as he folded his fingers on the table, leaning back in his chair, looking at those that he called friends.

You felt so sorry for him; to carry this great responsibility must be a huge burden. You felt eternally grateful that you hadn’t had to marry James after all and become Queen. In these troubled times, you would have made a poor Queen. Lily was the perfect Queen for an unsettled England with her grace and composure.

“You all know why you’re here, there’s a traitor among us and they’re in this room, now I can’t believe that any of you would betray me and my family. But, there is no other explanation if Voldemort knows about the contents of the prophecy. If you speak up now, I will grant you mercy which will be more than you deserve,” he cleared his throat and sat back again, looking at those who were supposed to be his best friends.

Remus and Sirius looked down at the table, trying to blink back tears; Peter on the other hand, was staring straight ahead at the opposite wall with a blank look on his face. You thought it was odd and out of character. No one said anything and you bit your lip, feeling nervous. You had already told James about the man who was lurking outside the door but he had dismissed it.

Swallowing back your nerves, you glanced up at James who was on the verge of tears as a mixture of anger and hurt flickered across his young face, “Your Majesty,” you started, your voice sounded too loud in the deathly quiet room.

“Y/N,” Sirius mumbled in a warning tone but you ignored him.

James gave you such a sharp look that made you shrink back in your seat, he was no longer the carefree benevolent ruler, he had been forced into growing up and it was so sad, “yes, do you have something to say?”

His tone of voice made your anger flare up, yes you did have something to say, and he couldn’t dismiss it again. You clenched your teeth to stop yourself from saying something that you would regret, “yes, Your Majesty. I made you both aware that I spied a man outside of the room when we all heard the prophecy, but my worries were dismissed,” you smiled weakly at him to soften the blow of your harsh words.

James shook his head as Sirius tensed, out of the corner of your eye you saw Sirius shoot you a worried look but you kept quiet as you stared at the King, “we’ve discussed this already, there was no way that your mystery man could have heard us!” his voice was hard as he narrowed his eyes at you. Lily placed her hand on her husband’s forearm and he sighed as he seemed to remember where he was, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You shook your head, “you don’t have to apologise to me, Your Majesty,” if the King suddenly started apologising to everyone that he offended then he wouldn’t be King for very long. He would soon be overthrown if he was to be seen as weak.

“Who did you see outside of the room, Y/N?” Lily asked kindly, “we didn’t give you much of a chance to make your case before,” she shot you an apologetic look.

Sirius took your hand and squeezed it comfortingly as he smiled lovingly at you, and you could have sworn that you saw a flicker of pride in his light grey eyes. You cast your mind back to the day when you’d heard the prophecy for the first time.

“Uh, I didn’t see him very well but he had long dark greasy hair that hung over his face like a curtain and sallow skin, just like a vampire…” you trailed off as you looked up at your friends and they were all looking at you with their mouths wide open, “what?” you asked, feeling rather confused.

James sighed as he rubbed his temples, “did he have a hooked nose and black eyes?”

“Yes,” you gasped, “how did you know that?”

Sirius clenched his jaw and banged his hand on the table, “Snivellus! The rat!” before you could ask, your husband looked at you, “he was our nemesis growing up.”

Everyone looked angry apart from Lily who just looked sad, “I can’t believe that it was Severus, I just can’t believe it.”

James’ angry look vanished at once as he looked at his wife, he gently took her hand in his and pressed a kiss to the top of it, “Y/N has never seen Snape before and yet she was able to describe him perfectly, there’s no other alternative here, my love. He needs to be arrested,” Lily nodded with a sad sigh and James looked back over to you, “Y/N, I’ve already discussed it with the men but do you believe that Voldemort is a sorcerer?”

You nodded, grateful that he was willing to listen to you this time, “yes, Your Majesty, I don’t think there’s any other explanation for his survival.”

James sat back, looking pensive and he nodded, “we’re all in agreement then, we need to fight fire with fire.”

“What if the news of Voldemort’s survival turns out to be false?” Peter squeaked.

“We can’t afford to take that risk,” James sighed, “you’re all dismissed, I’ll have Snape thrown in the Tower. But I’ll be keeping an eye on all of you, this isn’t over yet.”

Once you were out in the hallway, Sirius turned to you with a grin and wrapped his arms around your waist, “I’m so proud of you for speaking up like that,” he leaned in to press a sweet kiss against your mouth.

You scoffed as you ran your hands up Sirius’ chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing at his handsome face, “I don’t think that James agreed with you,” you giggled but it was nice to hear him say so. Though, you couldn’t get rid of the feeling of dread, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this Sirius.”

“About what?” Sirius cupped your cheeks and looked at you with concern.

“I’m not sure,” you shook your head, thinking of Peter and how he reacted, “I can’t put my finger on it,” but you felt that something was horribly wrong.

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11 Months Later

On Prince Harry’s first birthday it was a gloriously sunny day, James and Lily were going to make a spectacle of Harry’s birthday and Sirius thought that it was a good idea. The court needed a reason to celebrate; news on Voldemort had been quiet for a while. Magic was still outlawed with the exception of the sorcerer, Dumbledore. It turned out that Dumbledore was an extremely skilled sorcerer; his power was the only thing keeping Voldemort at bay.

Y/N sighed as she adjusted her silk dress as the twins ran outside to where James and Lily were throwing the party. Sirius smiled and looked over at his wife as he kissed her warm cheek, “are you feeling alright sweetheart?”

Y/N offered him a small smile and Sirius could tell that she was uncomfortable in the great heat, “yes, it’s just this little one,” she giggled as she rested her hands on her stomach, “he or she is feeling very restless, I hope it’s not another set of twins.”

Sirius reached out as they walked out onto the grounds and he placed his hand on Y/N’s stomach, grinning when he felt his child kick beneath his hand, “I’m just so happy, Y/N.”

Y/N beamed as she placed her hand over his, linking their fingers together, “I’m happy too, more happy than I ever thought I could be.”

A boyish giggle filled Sirius’ ears and he grinned as he saw Harry toddling towards them on unsteady legs. Lily trailed behind him with her arms outstretched in case he toppled over, “Happy Birthday, little Prince!” Y/N giggled.

Sirius lifted Harry into his arms, spinning him round, Harry’s little laugh was so infectious and Sirius chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Harry’s messy black hair. Sirius placed Harry back on the ground and Y/N presented Harry’s wrapped gift that she was hiding behind her back with a flourish, “this is for you, angel.”

When she gave him the gift, Harry gasped happily, his little face lighting up as he ran back to his father, “what do you say Harry?” Lily shouted after the Prince.

“Famk you!”

Lily laughed as she shook her head and took Y/N by the hand, “I’m stealing your pregnant wife, Sirius.”

Y/N laughed and kissed Sirius sweetly, “goodbye, sweetheart.”

“Bye, my darling,” Sirius chuckled as he watched Lily pull Y/N over to the stream where she could dip her feet and Lily offered her a silver goblet.

Sirius walked over to where James, Remus and Peter were basking in the shade of the trees as the children played together. James beamed at him as he offered Sirius a tankard of spiced honeyed mead, “you really didn’t have to,” he nodded over at Harry who had ripped the colourful paper off his new toy and held it up with glee.

Sirius laughed as he took a sip of his mead, wincing at the strong taste, “he’s my godson, of course Y/N and I had to, and it was our pleasure to spoil him.”

Remus grinned as he looked over at his wife, Mary, “how are you feeling about being a father again?”

Sirius smiled as excitement bubbled up in his chest, “I’m excited, I wasn’t sure about having another child too soon but I think now is the right time, we all need some joy in our lives. Are you and Lily planning on having anymore little ones James?”

James shrugged as he sat down on the grass with his back against the willow tree, “Lily wants a huge family, and so do I but we’re not trying to have another as of yet. Harry is all we need for now,” he grinned over at his son who was now playing in the water with Elena and Johnathan.

When the day grew cooler, the women joined the men under the shade of the trees, Y/N smiled lazily up at Sirius as she kissed him and Sirius wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on her stomach. All afternoon Harry couldn’t stop staring at Y/N’s stomach with wide, almost scared eyes. In the end, Lily had to explain.

“Y/N has got a baby boy or girl in her tummy, just like she did before she had Elena and Johnathan, you were in Mama’s tummy,” she tickled Harry’s tummy making him giggle loudly.

Harry waddled over to Sirius and Y/N and climbed into Y/N’s arms; Y/N smiled as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. Harry put his tiny hands on her stomach almost protectively and Sirius smiled as he felt sadness grow in his chest, he wished that it could always be like this. He wished that they could have long summer days in fields of flowers without a care in the world. He wished that Harry didn’t have to live up to his destiny; he was the only one who could save England. England’s future rested on a little boy.

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marauders-groupie · 4 years

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A few things that (probably) won’t make it into my Bellarke/A Discovery of Witches AU

They’re my darlings but I’m gonna rewrite this AU.

It doesn’t feel fun at the moment. I honestly think I shoved myself into a world-building hole; I tried to incorporate too much of ADOW into a single AU, and it’s losing emotional charge by the minute. Also, ADOW is slightly messy?

The majority of these lines and scenes aren’t going to make it in the final thing, but I think they’re good and fun so I want to share them with you, pals. If you like any of them in particular, let me know. It might be helpful for the rewrite. :)

Tagging @goodqueenalys because she prompted it + that one anon!

Here ya go!

have i not given my blood

have i not given my body

have i not given enough?

(clarke)

When she was eight years old, Clarke Griffin found a bundle of bird bones on her porch.

“Mom, it’s happening again!”

Beyond the confines of their porch, the sun was already seeping orange. The cornfields looked like they’d caught fire.

She sank to her knees and inspected them immediately. The bones couldn’t have been bigger than a sparrow’s, and they seemed to be waiting for her.

At eight, Clarke didn’t know what sacred was, but this felt like it.

Her mother was with her in a split second; Abby’s warm hands enveloping Clarke in a tight hug. Some days, Clarke thought her mother would forget to let go and she’d run out of breath.

“Does this mean I’m a witch?” Clarke asked, parting from the embrace just slightly so she could look her mom in the eye. Abby’s eyes stormed as she looked at the bones.

“No, honey. Magic will never send you bones. Not unless you ask for them.”

“I didn’t know you were interested in alchemy,” Clarke says, genuinely surprised. Half of the people there came because she was Clarke Griffin and they heard rumors about her family practicing witchcraft. The other half just wanted to hear a new accent.

Monty smiles.

“When you talk about it, everyone is. What was it?” he ponders, quoting her words at her, “The alchemy researchers became tinged with the lunacy they originally set out to describe?”

At first, it’s just a sudden chill. The air grows imperceptibly colder. The hairs on her arms stand on edge when she realizes that she is the only one who can sense it.

Everyone else is lost in their quaint little world.

She is the only one who recognizes the tall, dark stranger for what he is: a vampire.

He strides in like he owns the place, a scarf woven around his neck, and a careless smile that entrances the waitress. She’s bringing him tea before he’s even paused before Clarke’s table.

“Doctor Griffin.”

His smile is too wide. She blinks and then it’s the perfect width, a little charm woven into the corners. Someone must have loved him very much to give that gift to him.

“And you are?”

He smiles again, unwrapping the scarf and resting his hand against the chair. “A stranger who could really use a seat, if this one is not taken.”

Clarke smiles back, motions him forward, and watches how he sinks into the atmosphere. The kind of person who seems at ease wherever he lands.

The kind of person who is never at ease.

Not really.

They sit in silence for a while, the stranger scrolling on his phone and Clarke pretending to blow at her already ice cold coffee, when her hand starts burning again and she decides she’s had enough.

“Do you know how I recognize vampires?”

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and then he cocks an eyebrow, a smirk already forming on his lips.

“No idea, Princess.”

“You all look like you’ve seen everything there is to see, and you can’t be moved.”

His smile falters, and then he spins in his chair to face her fully. His demeanor shifts from disinterested and aloof to honest, interested. He looks at her like she’s the most interesting person in the room.

First, Clarke registers his freckles. Scattered across his cheeks like misshapen constellations.

The second thing she sees are his canines, sharp enough to cut through a packet of sugar with a slice when he decides his tea is not sweet enough.

“Well, since the cat is out of the bag, we might as well speak freely.” He pours the sugar into his tea, stirs it counter-clockwise and licks the spoon. “You found Ashmole 782 at the Bodleian library yesterday.”

He’d never seen a witch more powerful than Clarke Griffin, even when she was eight years old and idling on the porch, peering through the windows when she thought the adults couldn’t see her.

Bellamy saw her.

He stepped out onto the Griffin’s porch and Clarke beamed at him.

“Are you here to check if I’m a witch?”

Bellamy smiled at her, taking a seat on the floorboards that could’ve used a little more care.

“Not today, Clarke.”

She squinted at him. “How do you know my name?”

“Everyone knows your name,” he said, ruffling her hair. The child of the two most powerful witches, there wasn’t a magical being in the world that didn’t think their daughter would get the best of both worlds.

Even at their Michigan estate, separated from the reality with acres of corn fields and warding charms, Bellamy could feel eyes on little Clarke.

“How about you show me where you found the bones?”

Clarke nodded, getting up and dragging him towards the other end of the porch. Corners, always bad. A witch could never protect her corners well enough.

“They were here.”

Bellamy inspected the area. Found nothing. Of course, he never would. It was a strange kind of magic and even if he was a vampire, this primeval sort eluded him.

Blood magic was embedded in the roots of their world.

It could appear and disappear as it pleased, leaving no trace. It’s what made it so dangerous.

It’s what made it so alluring.

“Did you see anything else?”

She frowned then, pursing her lips in a way that almost made him want to laugh.

Eight and there she was, more intelligent than some people would be at eighty. He could see her wisdom in her eyes. There was no hiding it.

“The sun was red.”

Bellamy blinked. “What do you mean?”

She took his hand and led him to the railing, pointing her little finger in the distance, to where the corn fields ended and the horrors began. To the east, where wolves and monsters hovered in the shadows, waiting for the Griffins to slip up.

“It was red, Bellamy.”

He blinked, staring at something only she could see. But he could feel it.

He could feel it. And he never told her his name.

“It was not supposed to be red.”

A witch was nothing without her magic. A witch without her magic was an empty promise, a heart cleaved open, a perpetual winter.

When she was a kid, she used to slip under the water when her mom wasn’t looking, and stay there until she turned blue. If she held her breath long enough, she could reach a point where there would be very little to her; just one struggling breath in her lungs.

At that point, she could always see what would happen the very next day.

It used to be a game.

This time, she dives in and it’s nothing but.

Clarke waits for the moment. Her lungs slowly catch fire, burning for a breath. Her hands grasp the edges of the bathtub but she refuses to let go.

When her vision darkens, all she can see is red. Violence. Chaos like nothing she’d ever seen.

Her feet leave marks on the floor when she launches her out of the bathtub, heads straight for the kitchen and starts painting.

Red. Violence. Chaos. She fights the canvas, hitting it with her brush, and when the brush breaks, she uses her hands.

Red. Violence. Chaos. Her mother’s voice drifts back to her and tells her not to be afraid. It wavers. Witches lie only when they have something important to protect.

Red. Violence. Chaos.

She collapses on top of the canvas, spent.

The shapes look like a curse. And there she is, in the middle of it, carrying a crown of gold, directing the destruction.

She traces the paint, smearing it even more, until her gaze stops at the skin between her breasts and she finds something strange.

The paint here is thicker, and she prods it with her finger, uncovering darker lines she couldn’t have made.

Not even she could draw the alchemical child that well.

And she would never have it tattooed.

A baby, holding vines in its pudgy hand, floating in a burning orange flask that has always signified hope in alchemy.

Transformation.

For something to be gained, something must first be lost.

It’s the first law of equivalent exchange.

Her feet lead her to Blake’s office even before Clarke knows what she’s doing. She knocks on his door first, and then starts pounding. Students ambling down the hallway eye her strangely, but she doesn’t care.

“Come on! You wanted me! Here I am!”

Finally, the door opens just a crack and she pushes it forward, moving into the room. The door shuts behind her. An act of magic or gravity, she doesn’t know. She doesn’t care.

She comes face to face with Bellamy Blake and again, his freckles are the first thing she notices.

“Clarke, what - “

Without preamble, she reaches for the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head.

Bellamy’s expression changes from confused to shocked to-

Deadly serious, when she unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor. His gaze trails across her body, finally landing on the ink she’d found seared into her skin.

“May I?”

Clarke nods.

Bellamy’s fingers are cold when they first touch her skin, inspecting the tattoo carefully. For a second, she thinks he might recoil as if scalded, but there is nothing.

Instead, inspection with cold fingers turns into reverent admiration.

“Vulgar silver and gold are dead, while those of the Philosophers are full of life.”

Clarke smiles. “De Tschudi?”

“If I remember correctly, he viewed the entire alchemical opus as a metaphor for internal transformation. Purification of the soul. He never thought it was about silver and gold. Humans,” he says and smiles, “have very little use for that.”

Bellamy keeps her company as she wraps up her own manuscript.

“Don’t you have work to do?” she asks one day, when she’s paging through a 15th century chemistry manuscript as she finds herself get stuck on the last twenty pages.

Bellamy grins.

“Nope. Princesses come first.”

Other times, it’s Clarke who distracts him.

She stretches on purpose, cat-like, and makes sure he notices. His pupils darken but a smirk curls his lips and she feels a tug in her belly.

“You’re distracting me, Doctor Griffin.”

But she can’t blame herself.

With him, magic seems easy. He goes about it naturally, discussing things she’d filed away with incredible ease.

She was born into magic and yet, it’s him, who was thrust into magic violently, that takes to it like a second skin.

A part of her envies it.

A much darker, more wanting part of her wants to reach into his chest and make him share.

The first thing that truly astounds Bellamy is that Clarke Griffin is human and she can laugh.

He can hear it in her heartbeat before it happens.

The steady picking up. Her veins thrash against the muscles. A thrill always goes through her stomach, as if her body begins preparing for the joy.

Bellamy wants to devour her, maybe. Her blood has a rhythm he’d love to taste. The need to devour, he can handle.

Something much softer that hangs around the edges of it he cannot.

When he finally makes it to the Bodleian, it’s already too late.

People are fleeing through the doors, students and professors knocking into each other, and warning him against entering.

He follows the sounds to the second floor, makes his way up the stairs as fast as he can, but even that seems futile.

“He is your enemy!”

The walls reverberate with Thelonious Jaha’s voice, and another, another sickly sweet.

“You’re a witch, Clarke. Remember that, or we will make you remember.”

Bellamy is too late.

When he reaches the floor where Clarke loves sitting, spreads her things across the table like she’s making a nest out of the sunny corner, all the shelves are knocked aside.

She’s on the floor and he can smell her blood in the air.

“Get away from her,” he hisses, moving towards Jaha. Too slow. Bellamy’s knocked back with a force that punches the breath out of his lungs.

He tries again but he can’t. The woman next to Jaha - Josephine, his apprentice - keeps Bellamy away, an invisible barrier that won’t let him cross to where Clarke is.

“Stay away, Bellamy!” she shouts, rising to her hands and knees. She spits blood and viscera out of her mouth, stands up on shaky legs. “Josephine, let him go. Right now!”

“How can you cherish this undead thing, Clarke?” Jaha asks, motioning towards her. She’s pulled forward as if by strings; the sight of it alone makes Bellamy’s stomach turn. “Look at him. He could never compare to a witch.”

Even at her weakest, even as Jaha and Josephine each take a side and pull her in opposite directions, Clarke throws her head back and laughs bitterly.

“I’m not a part of your world, or have you forgotten? He is not my enemy more than you are.”

Then, she lifts her head again, gritting her teeth. Bellamy tries to get up again, but something is keeping him chained to the floor and no matter how much he struggles, he can’t move.

“And I thought I told you to get the fuck away from him.”

Two things happen at the same time:

Jaha and Josephine’s hands drop to their sides, and Clarke stretches, just like she always does when she’s trying to tease him to distract herself from working.

Then, a gust of wind like nothing Bellamy had ever felt before blows them all apart, sends the bookshelves flying, all the books scattering with the wind and crashing through windows that may have withstood powerful witches, but they have never dreamed of seeing Clarke Griffin, furious.

The sheer force of the wind wreaks havoc on the library. Somewhere to the side, Josephine is screaming. Jaha flies back and grasps for purchase on the floorboards, his nails leaving bloody marks on the wood.

Clarke is standing in the center of it all, conjuring a witch wind.

It sends everyone flying, but it doesn’t move him.

Bellamy stands and crosses the hall to get to her. The wind is still pouring out of her, all the sinews in her neck pulled taut, her hair blowing around her like a harbinger.

“You,” she croaks, hands pushing the wind towards Jaha and Josephine, “will not,” her own feet skitter but Bellamy feels nothing, not even a single thing, “touch me or anything that is mine,” his arms reach for her waist and another gust of wind shatters the last window pane in the Bodleian, “ever again.”

He hears Jaha and Josephine crash somewhere outside, feels their heart beats and then vanish into the ether.

Clarke pours and pours until there is nothing left.

Then, spent, she collapses to her knees.

“It’s okay,” Bellamy’s voice comes back to him. “It’s okay. I’ve got you now.”

The woman takes her hand and suddenly, Clarke sees.

Bleak days, dying people. The girl’s hand in Bellamy’s, small, and her voice contorted with fear. “Why do we have to live here, Bell?” The hospice is no place for a child. Death should have no part in the beginning of someone’s life. “We’re not going to live here much longer, O,” he promises, a resolve strengthening in him. He steals for the first time that day. He kills for the first time the very next. Three days later, they are somewhere warm. The girl’s stomach expands. It feels warm not to be hungry anymore.

“I’m his sister. And you are very strange,” she says, stepping away. But she doesn’t recoil, just cocks her head at Clarke like she’s studying a fine specimen. “The name is Octavia.”

“You’re O.”

She nods now, a smile easing her features. “And you’re his witch. Well… Welcome to our home, I suppose. You’ve got a hell of a meeting to attend.”

They turned her into a weapon and then told her to find peace.

The man she fell in love with betrayed her not once, but twice.

And now not even her bones are her own.

She grasps at the seedlings of magic coiling in her bones. Look, here is bone marrow. Here is a sap that reached out of the ground green - gone dark in the leaves, its body taken and transformed.

have i not given my blood

have i not given my body

have i not given enough?

Clarke shifts the gear, keeps her eyes on the road. Only a part of her is reaching for home. The other is Wanheda, calling to her, calling to the world. A darkness waiting to be unleashed.

“There is no time,” Octavia says in the passenger seat next to her. The light reflects off her canines, sharp and shining.

Clarke knows what her blood must smell like to her.

Rot rot rot

Wanheda is Clarke’s growth, gone wrong. She had slowly started relearning her magic, but Jaha and the Congregation forced her hand. They took her choice away.

Now, that has magic has twisted. Turned into something that used to be pure. Even to her own soul, it’s monstrous.

It should not be.

“Clarke, you need to stop,” Octavia tells her. Her eyes are fixed on the windshield, trees in the night zooming past them like distant shapes.

“Not Clarke.“

Even her voice sounds different now.

"They wanted Wanheda. They have her now."

Murphy asks Bellamy, when he says he’s gonna teach Clarke magic: “How the fuck are you going to teach her magic, you undead fuck?”

Bellamy responds grouchily: “I’m a thousand years old. I think I picked up a few things along the way.”

Other notes:

Metaphorically, Wanheda is what happens when you want to use a pure, beautiful thing (i.e. Clarke) as an instrument of war for your selfish gains. “Magic is not worth more than a single human life, with its small joys and deepest sadness cleaving the soul in two. That is what is truly sacred.” (This is a metaphor for money not being worth more than the people it is supposed to serve.)

#idk what's the au gonna be like now there is just SO MUCH to cover and ashfek i don't like outlining it takes the joy out of writing for me #anyway #bellarke fic #bellarke #lana talks fic #rare and beautiful

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Chapter NO. 5 of 10?

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.

Author: lokilover9

Rating: M

Thor agreed Brianna going to Asgard a good idea as Loki presumed and shielded her from Heimdall's sight as a precautionary measure. Before leaving, the brother's sat observing Little Warrior lead Tony and Pepper to the couch and hand him a usb stick.

"What's this?" He asked.

"A computer virus. My revenge plan was to disembowel Jarvis if you hadn't kept your promise."

Stark eyed Loki who shrugged a shoulder. "Don't look at me. I only learned of it this morning."

"It's my creation, pretty nasty and should be destroyed." Said Brianna.

"How nasty?"

"It bears the potential to wipe out most of New York's power grids."

Tony was momentarily speechless. "I'll do that and am overjoyed you two became friends."

"Me too and sorry for being so rude when you touched my stuff."

"It's alright." Said Pepper.

"No it wasn't. You deserve to know why. Loki mentioned the homeless people right?"

"Yes."

"Dory was the first one I met. Taught me handy street smarts and helped shop for my boy clothes. Ran away from home because her moms boyfriend was a jerk. I encouraged her to call one day and when she learned they split up, convinced her to go home. Really smart person. Dreams of becoming an Astronaut. Anyway, she had a big crush on Captain America and gave me her favorite hat as a gift. Then I met Muriel. A mean looking older lady who was actually super sweet and protected me something fierce. Beat this guy up one night for trying to steal my blanket while cursing him sideways. She loved Chinese food and taught me self defence techniques, like how to poke a hole in someone's brain by shoving a chopstick up their nose."

Everyone's ears and attention piqued as Tony wondered if Muriel was a distant cousin of Sasquatch's. "Hopefully not on live subjects."

"No, silly. On a plastic skull she molded a face onto with clay. I paid for the supplies. Helping police identify people used to be her job in Arizona. Great way to kill zombies though. Best to behead them like with vampires and guarantee they've bit the bullet." Brianna then pulled a gold bracelet with a four leaf clover charm from her pocket. "Muriel was Irish and gave me this for good luck. It's too big so I carry it in my pocket. Before meeting you guys, they were the first people who were super nice to me. I fretted their gifts ruined in the wash."

"I'm sorry." Said Pepper.

"It's okay. I was just a little freaked."

'And nearly built a cave for the abominable snowman.' Thought Stark. "We were more worried about you after the fact."

"I could tell by your happy dance when I woke."

"Hey, badass did one too. In the hall. You didn't see."

Brianna giggled. "Thanks to you both for everything and I'm sorry for lying."

"Meh, we understand."

"I meant about not having a favorite Avenger. It's you uncle Cootyoodles. That's why I sought your help first. The Black Widow was my next stop."

Tony pictured Nat teaching her how to yank teeth out with pliers and felt twice as relieved for keeping that promise. "Nat's eccentric and hates zombies. I'm way more fun." Brianna suddenly hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. "Awe, Little Warrior. Friends forever?"

"Damn straight!" Then she did the same to Pepper. "I forgot to explain why you're a badass role model. Working so hard to become CEO of a massive company like Stark Industries and executing all that embodies? You rock! I hope to grow up as astute, diligent and athoritative. Maybe I'll run a company one day."

"You already possess those traits and will exceed my achievements."

No one knew that better than Loki who cleared his throat. "Grandmother and Grandfather go to bed early, Min Lille."

"One more minute, please?"

"Alright."

She studied Stark, pondering the best way to implement her request. "You don't have to do this, but… Not all homeless people are bad or crazy like others seem to believe. Many hit hard times and the world is so expensive, they couldn't keep up. No one I met lived on the streets because they wanted to. There just aren't enough shelters or resources available. You're rich Tony and could help them. Will you try?"

As Loki had succeeded with Frigga, those beautiful pleading eyes won her case. "You really know how to pull a guys heart strings, kid. I promise."

Loki wasn't aware she'd intended to ask this, yet was so proud of her. "Min Lille?"

"I know." She politely replied.

"You have to go." Tony suddenly stood and darted for the hall. "Be back in a jiffy."

"Meet him by the elevator, or you'll never leave." Suggested Pepper.

He returned and handed Loki a loaded Iron Man backpack. "More things? Shall I conjure a crate for the bifrost?"

They'd already given her an overstuffed suitcase of clothes and toys and Stark held a gift bag in hand. "Be quiet, you. It's a peanut butter stash. Does Asgard have bananas?"

"Yes." 'Thank the Norn's.'

Tony knelt before Brianna. "I would've packed some tater tots, but you ate them all again."

She smirked. "My goof."

"Rascal. Try to ignore a wee, bitty smidgen, you aren't into girly stuff? We couldn't help ourselves with you off to Asgard."

Brianna pulled from the bag a pink baseball cap that said Warrior Princess in tiny diamond gems and proudly adorned it. "You sure know how to pull a girls heart strings."

"I put some Motown CD's in there too. Teach Dad to moonwalk." Loki sighed, pushed the elevator button and Tony playfully whispered. "From a distance. In case he trips over his own big feet." He hugged her again and summoned Jarvis.

"Yes, sir?"

"Our friend is leaving."

"Goodbye, Little Warrior." Said the AI.

"Bye. Sending you a virtual hug."

She joined Thor inside while Loki shook hands with Tony, his expression saying everything. "Any time. Now get the 'bleep' out of my Tower before I thieve your Daughter."

Brianna shouted as it closed. "There's presents on your bed! I'll miss you!"

Peppers was a black t shirt with gold letters that read Badass Role Model and Tony's was a monsterous box filled with tater tots.

"Don't do it, Butch. If you cry, I'm gonna cry." ***** Loki had purposely slowed the elevator allowing her time to give Thor a drawing.

"Mjolnir in a field of flowers? Thank you fair maiden."

"It's a scratch n' sniff."

"A what?"

Loki picked up Brianna. "You scratch the flowers, then sniff them. The effect is most appealing the stronger you inhale."

Thor took a whiff and wriggled his nose. "Quite the nostril tickler. What should they smell like?"

"Try harder." 'Doofus.'

He took another, looked cross eyed at Loki and began swaying. "...Brother..you…" Then down he went striking the floor with a thud the tip of his nose covered in sparkly dust.

"Sorry, uncle Thor."

Loki chuckled at her wince. "The spell is mild and shall soon wear off."

"Is he hurt?"

Loki let her down to hurle the hefty Thor over his shoulder. "Us God's are resilient. Your uncle once endured a skirmish with the Hulk." After escorting them through a portal and delivering Brother oaf to his bed, he lead Brianna through a second into some woods.

"That was awesome! Will you teach me how to do it?"

"Not in the near future. It's very complicated, darling and I'd hate to think you lost in another dimension." 'Or vanishing one day as an angry teen with a troublesome suitor I dream of throttling.'

"Okay." Brianna nervously scanned the area. "Now what? Carnivores hunt these woods."

"Northern Alberta is home to many. Never go outside without me and none will harm you."

"But wolves hunt in packs and grizzlies are bigger than you."

He booped her little nose. "I'll smell them before they smell us and neither possess deadly weapons in interdimensional pockets."

"Where our luggage is? I tried hiding bigger items in them and the darn things wouldn't come back. Hannah was furious, but I didn't care."

"What did you hide?"

"The back wheels of her Lamborghini, Gallardo. I overheard my Mother tell Claudia she got it from her rich boyfriend."

Loki recalled from spending time with Stark this wasn't a billionaire's vehicle, yet financially unattainable to the average Midgardian. "I see. Did she mention his occupation?"

"Plastic surgeon."

Brianna deserved that minor victory and although he wouldn't encourage it, one cannot preach vengeance a negative path when mapping their own. 'Perhaps he'll be useful to the sluts after I'm done.' "Ah. Care to see what I did while you slept last night?"

"You left me?" She confusedly asked.

He picked her up again. "It was necessary and I returned, yes? I won't abandon you, Og Min Lille."

"Never?"

"Never, darling. "Loki headed for a shack nearby nestled amidst some bushes. With its crooked roof, faded wood and door minus a hinge the structure looked ready to collapse.

"We're staying there?"

"Why not? I'll conjure an outdoor toilet." He teased. "Sheltered of course."

"Ewww."

"Come now. At night we'll have heated beds and during the day, roast squirrels on an open fire."

She scrunched her face in disgust. "Blech! I'd rather eat tree bark."

"You'll get an awful tummy ache."

They entered the dingy space and Brianna instantly focused on the filthy floor covered in forest debris. So intently, she didn't notice the sturdier frames of the structure only visible from within. "How will we keep the door closed and is that poop?"

Loki rolled his eyes at some turds in a corner. "The cabin is made of Brazilian Ebony."

"One of the strongest woods on earth." She commented.

He arched an intrugued brow. "Stained to appear aged, it's also bulletproof in light of human hunters. Consider the other materials deceiving movie props. The 'raccoon' poop is genuine." It vanished with a wave of his hand. "Now, did you mean that door?" It closed and he conjured a deadbolt onto the surface with a panel directly above. "Place your hand in the center?" Brianna did and it glowed green, spreading magic from the center throughout every surface like glowing, emerald fireflies. As they dimmed, Loki turned around. "Or this one?" The floor, suddenly cleared of debris had a sliding glass door in the center.

Brianna gasped in wonder, glancing between him and the mystery beneath. "Where does it go?"

"Did you think a sorcerer Prince would allow his Princess daughter to dwell in a shabby old shack?"

"Ancestry aside, I sincerely hoped not. Even an RV would've been better."

He chuckled at her frankness. "And you worried of uncle Thor bumping his head? The shacks purpose was added safety should a need arise and to keep our secret entrance hidden. "Once the outer door locks, only the interior alters. To outsiders, nothing changes." It opened and he carried her down a mutedly lit spiral staircase, each step progressively illuminating the space below.

At the bottom, she slid from his arm in awe. "Shut the front door! You 'definitely' have to teach me how to do this."

Min Lille was referencing conjuring. Another ability Loki thanked the Norns she didn't yet possess, having confessed so before requesting Tony and Pepper's gifts. "In time. Beyond that archway, another surprise awaits." Loki followed and suddenly pondered Brianna conjuring a future dwelling for herself and that troublesome suitor. 'Lessons commence when your forty.' ***** Thor woke to find two notes in his shirt pocket. One for himself the other, Astrid; 'Sleep well, Brother? We won't be returning to Asgard just yet. Please give this to my wife? I recommend waiting several days, discreet delivery and a hasty exit. A visit will follow and when interrogated, lie. Tell her Brianna came to you and don't mention her ice concoction. Unless you enjoy Father's company when several fries short of a happy meal. As I planned our escape without Tony's knowledge, do avoid his unnecessary panic and Pepper seeking our demise, by not telling our dear friend? Min Lille is safe.'

"That shyster." He grumbled. Jane returned in six days as would Astrid to a missing Loki. Waiting risked a molotov cocktail interrogation. His beloved and coronary inducing sister-in-law, banging down their locked bathroom door while the mighty Thor coward behind a shower curtain. Plus Maxi Waxis training schedule ended in two days. Bribery assured those lips zippered, but Heimdall would think his hastiness suspicious. He called to the trainee in the middle of the night, snuck into the palace and raced back to the observatory like the looney tunes road runner. "Spend it well nincompoo..eh he, Max. Asgard is lucky to have you."

Guilt ridden over her outburst and already missing Loki, Astrid returned in the morning to find the note.

Frigga was preparing to join her belly dancing instructor when she barged into the foyer and flung herself at the Allmother.

"Bwaaahahaa! I want a divorce!"

"Hells bells and bilgesnipe testicles. What has my shameless son done this time?"

"Frigga, your language." Scolded Odin.

She patted Astrid's back. "Oh shush. As if your cursing hasn't scarred the servants ears."

#Loki #others #submission #Submitted fic #The Slutty Webs one Weaves #lokilover9 #chapter 5

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pseudofaux · 5 years

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Congratulations on 1000 followers darling ❤❤❤ Requesting Señorita by Shawn Mendes and Camilla Cabello with Shakespeare (Ikemen Vampire)

(Rose kindly did not mention here that she had to resubmit this request because my DUMBASS THUMB deleted her first ask instead of opening my draft. 🤦🏻‍♀️)

THANK YOU BB! You are always so supportive! I have now listened to Señorita approximately 5 million times and have 0 regrets. Thank you for requesting as part of my follower celebration!

Cut for length.

That afternoon, as she dressed, she had thought to herself that she had earned this. She had settled in to her life in the mansion and worked diligently alongside Sebastian. All her time in Paris had been instructive, but her… housemates were protective, and she had not yet had any time out in the city alone, to learn the way she liked. She had, apparently, spent enough time in the city to make an impression on some of their neighbors, enough that when invitations to a ball honoring a Spanish Ambassador arrived, one of the envelopes bore her name in lovely script. Her would-be escorts mysteriously all had something to do that night (aside from Napoleon, who had been hired as a sword for the evening long before she knew anything about it). Le Comte had fretted, but when she pleaded with him he smiled, presented her with a set of star sapphires, and sent her off with his blessing. She knew as she stepped into the warmth of not-yet-sunset that the evening and the party were hers, chances for her to be a part of Paris the way she dreamed.

It turned out to be her chance to get caught in a sudden summer rainshower, halfway through her walk to her coach at the end of the drive. Her skirts were immediately soaked, and the shock of the storm’s crescendo disoriented her so severely that she couldn’t think to turn back or run forward. The rain around her was so dense and constant she couldn’t see the mansion or the coach, anyway.

Her brain was eager for something to locate in the confusion. So when a breathy voice cooed right beside her ear, she didn’t even scream.

“Well met, poor maid begowned by firmament! Clouds should repent their sunset sins ‘gainst you.”

As she parsed out the speech, a hand slipped over hers. She allowed herself to be pulled to one side. The torrential downpour alarmed her more than a stranger she couldn’t see. She did not object when another hand found the small of her back and gently pressed her forward.

“Your form delights,” the voice murmured, both close and loud enough to be heard over the roar of the rain. “Witness its fit to one/humble admirer who offers aid.”

These frenchmen! “Please get us out of this!” she shouted. Her hair and dress were already heavy.

“My ev’ry step so devoted, sweet star,” her rescuer assured. When he moved around her body, the fluidity of it established he was a vampire. For less than a second his form blocked some of the rain, then he had her up in his arms and seemed to be running. She could not imagine how much her skirts weighed, besoddened– oh, dear, his speech was catching– as they were, but he showed no tension as he carried her. So smooth were his steps that she missed entirely when he took them out from under the pelting rain.

He set her down gently but immodestly: she did not think her body needed to be dragged quite so far along his before her feet touched the floor, and she took a step back once she could. She recognized that they were in one of le Comte’s pavilions in the gardens. Her fleet-footed rescuer had run around the mansion to take her there. The realization put her on guard.

He shrugged off his brocade jacket and squeezed it. Water splashed on the floor of the pavilion, loud enough to hear over the downpour. He offered it to her. “My coat is yours, to dry your personage.”

She took it, curious deep rose color that it was, and wiped the water from her face as best she could before she attempted to get some more out of her hair and dress. The pavilion was safe but humid. Her dress was plastered to her body; the air was hot from summer rain.

She stilled when a loose and still very wet lock of hair was pried off her neck. She had not realized he was close enough to do that.

“Sapphire moonlight,” he murmured, his voice sounding charmed as he did. “Magic stone aglow.”

She moved another step back. “These stones are a gift,” she warned, “from le Comte de Saint Germain.” They were a loan only for the evening, but she didn’t think this stranger needed to know that.

Her rescuer froze and smiled. His hands came up, palms golden in the light that moved through the slowed rainfall.

“From me, sky’s darling, fear nothing at all,” he said. “What vows need you? I will give all, gladly.”

“Stay back, then,” she answered immediately. “At least while I am drying my hair.” He smiled without apparent reservation and took his own step back.

“Who are you?” she asked as she pulled down her hair and squeezed it in his coat. The sound of the rain remained constant, but significantly softened.

“I am a figure known to our dear Comte. ‘Guillaume,’ I sign my bills, and am so called.”

She thought that over as she wrung more water out of her hair. He had not said le Comte liked or trusted him. “I am supposed to be at a ball for the Spanish ambassador at one of the nearby mansions,” she half-warned, half-admitted.

“A poorer party, surely, without you,” he said. She shot him a look, but despite the humor she thought she had heard in his tone, his smile was wan. It warmed her to him somewhat. He reminded her of her housemates; there was something lost about Guillaume.

“Were you going, as well? Before the rain?” It wouldn’t explain why he had been on le Comte’s property, but had he been a fellow invitee in the general area of the party, that would have provided her some reassurance that he wasn’t a wayward (and therefore dangerous) vampire.

He looked stricken. Slowly, he said “I had no business with partygoers. But, Spanish princess, have no fear of me.”

That had not been the answer she was looking for, but his tone was anguished enough she decided to distrust less. “I’m not a princess,” she said. “Just a guest.” He did not look surprised, but she still didn’t feel that he was making fun of her.

“A fine guest to celebrate properly,” he offered with another earnest smile. She contemplated the sad edge of it as he stepped toward her again and leaned close. The last she saw of his eyes looked more predatory than lonely, but not entirely assured. His breath at her jaw was not innocent, and his words were honeyed– honeyed bait, to her ears. “Finest, moon-radiant señorita.”

She gasped as the sensuality of the word found purchase in the flesh of her throat and spread outward. His jacket slipped against her skirt as it fell from her hands.

She tried, unsuccessfully, to speak. Guillaume laughed quietly and hushed her without moving away. He slid a hand around her body to the same place on her back he had used to usher her away from the rain. His other hand found her neck, and cushioned her as a kiss found her ear and made her sway.

Oh, love, your kiss is deadly, don’t stop–

Yes. This. The promise of what came after a dance, that was what she had dreamed of.

“Favor, señorita, a poor poet/ with a single dance,”–indeed, he had already started their movements, his warm hands still at her neck and her back as she blinked at the underside of the pavilion’s dome– “a sevillana,/ or whichever steps should please you the most.”

“I don’t know that dance,” she whispered. Her mouth felt very dry and she could not keep her tongue off her lips.

“Teach me another, then, of your making,” he murmured. He smelled like wet fabric, somehow unmusty– like scented linens used as a tent. She wanted to spend a night with him under the sky and know the way he tasted. “I beg you this: one dance, together here.”

She wasn’t sure how her brain had so completely relaxed all suspicion, a person like Guillaume meant she should be running. But she was relaxed. She wanted to stay, and to dance with this sad stranger in the dying light and the dying rain. She wanted even more than that. So she nodded, and the happiness in his sigh only made her smile.

“Señorita,” he whispered again, and she closed her eyes to let the way his tongue caressed the r instead of rolling it stroke all her senses.“Guillaume,” she whispered back. They moved together, until one dance became more. It made no sense to half love him already, but his closeness and the distant torture in his smile pulled her in. He sang scraps of sweetness and la la las that the magic of last light and last raindrops made her believe were just for her.

When night was full around them, she murmured “I love it when you call me señorita.”

Shakespeare’s lines are (my) attempt at iambic pentameter because WHY NOT. They’re all definitely decasyllabic verse until his single words at the end. /confetti Songfics are hard! Lesson learned!

Song is here (US YouTube). Lyrics are in bold italics. Señorita was written by Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello, Watt, Benny Blanco, Ali Tamposi, Charli XCX, Jack Patterson, and Cashmere Cat.

#rose-of-yonezawa #pseu slings #ikevamp shakespeare #señorita #iambic pentameter #(very very loosely)#(either way a tag I would have SWORN I would never use)#decasyllabic verse #decasyllable #songfic

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foxjasminnie · 6 years

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Fated Blood Chapter 4

Gif credit to it's creator

A/N Thank you to all of you who are still interested in this story! It's nice to see comments occasionally ^^ I’m trying my hardest to find its direction....It’s been too long since i’ve written stories.

Pairing: Reader x Yanjun

Themes: Fantasy , Love, Maybe smut later on

“Hey, i’m sorry but i really gotta go now. I have some business at home.” She placed her phone back into her pocket and stood up.

“But the fun was just getting started princess...” Yanjun Pouted. He didn’t want Xukun stealing her from him again. That pissed him off more than anything, that it was him.

“Better luck next time.” Y/N winked.

“So you admit there is going to be a next time.” He smirked. “Guess you will be tired until then, because you will be running through my head everyday.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and helped Yanjun pack up. He then took a hold of her hand once more and quickly lead them back to her house. She wasn’t sure what shook her brain more, the fast pace at which vampires move. Or the fact he knew where she lived. Just as she started to proceed to her door, Yanjun grabbed her hand and pulled y/n back into his embrace and left a gentle kiss upon her pink lips and then her forehead.

“Thanks for the treats princess. Your the sweetest thing i will ever taste.” Yanjun laughed as she pushed him away.

“Have fun keeping yourself entertained for the next million years.” she laughed.

“I have a feeling we will be seeing each other sooner than expected.” He smirked

“Whatever stalker”

“Bye Princess” He winked.

Xukun had opened the door just as Yanjun kissed her and he couldn’t of been happier that he saw the display. Xukun hissed towards him before watching Y/n leave his arms. Yanjun smirked at his reaction, until he saw Y/n’s face light up at seeing Xukun as she turned around and headed to the door. He watched her happily skip up the pathway and into his arms as Xukun held her close to him. Yanjun’s stomach began to boil with anger again. Why can’t he have that smile. Why does she not act like that for him. Not wanting to start a fight yet he turned around and left the two there.

“So Yanjun is more important than waiting for me to finish practice?” He laughed to cover up his pain.

“Hey! i ditched him the minute you texted me! He was my student today, that’s all.” She smiled pushing past him and into the entrance way.

“So... where’s my gift?” Y/n eyes lit up.

“Not so fast, you have a promise to uphold first.” He laughed.

She looked confused at Xukun; as the sudden appearance of two young males came into view and it all clicked together. One of them, dressed in a bundle of hip hop swag was her brother Justin. The latter she didn’t recognize. Y/n assumed it must of been Justin’ friend who was permanently glued to his side. He was a tall boy, with a dark red short haircut,which complimented his doe brown eyes. He was decked in blacked skinny jeans and a over sized red tarten shirt with a white beater underneath. He was extremely eye pleasing. Justin ran to hug his sister as his friend stood nervously beside him. She was confused as to why he seemed so nervous, she wouldn’t bite; and hes a vampire where was all his confidence? Any other male that good looking would of been exaulting confidence. She noticed him swinging a white carrier bag behind his back as he stared down at the floor.

“Jie Jie, this is the friend i told you about!” Justin’s smile was beaming at her mischievously.

“Hello, I’m Y/n. Thanks for hanging out with this idiot over here.” She smiled sweetly.

The young male seemed flustered at her greeting. HE took a deep breath before taking a hold of y/n’s hand and placing a kiss on top of it. He then opened his mouth to speak but it came out more in a stutter that she had to put together,

“H...H.ello.. I’m ..F..F..Fang Cheng Cheng.”

He had such a innocent smile on his face that she couldn’t help but find him adorable. Xukun laughed and rubbed both Justin’s and Cheng Cheng’s heads, due to him unable to resist the cuteness in front of him. Cheng Cheng pulled the carrier bag out from behind his back and smiled again.

“I brought some snacks, i thought we could share them.” he avoided her gaze.

“You should feel lucky Y/n. Cheng never shares his snacks.” Xukun laughed,

“Yeah he loves snacks more than you, he nearly bit me once for trying to take a crisp.”

Justin laughed causing Cheng Cheng to hide his face in his hands.

“Impossible.” she smirked

“Wanna bet?”

He raised his eyes to hers and smirked. She could of sworn her heart just skipped a beat. Justin looked back and forth between the two of them proud of himself.

“Your on!”

Y/N and Cheng Cheng raced to the front room to begin tackling the snacks and play a video game tournament; with Justin following slowly behind. Xukun sighed as he pulled two small jewelry boxes out from his jean pockets and twirled them in his fingers.He then stood there thinking about what he should do, unsure whether or not the time was right. He couldn’t shake the thoughts of Yanjun’s lips upon hers. Those lips belonged to him alone. He hadn’t loved anyone else apart from her since they met. He started to imagine just what they got up to in that dance class. Xukun could picture Yanjun running his hands up and down her slender body as they danced. He could picture Yanjun getting close to her trying to put his venomous fangs into her porcelain skin, trying to corrupt her more. He thought about how hurt she was when Ziyang broke her heart and he vowed he would never see that happen again. No vampire would corrupt his precious flower. Especially Lin Yanjun. He quickly dismissed the thought from his mind and went to follow the others.

He found them all crowded around the playstation. 3 bags of crisps already demolished with the gummy snakes soon to follow. Y/n and Cheng Cheng were having an intense mortal kombat battle. Justin was cheering for both sides wary that if he didn’t support his sister she would beat him up. But secretly he would jump up and down on the sofa whenever Cheng Cheng was winning. Justin and Xukun had never seen this side to Y/n before. Justin thought she had never played a game in her life with how often she scolded him for spending his time attached to the screen.

After 20 fierce rounds Y’n admitted defeat and Cheng Cheng stood up hugging Justin as they span round in a circle. Y/n smiled and looked up to the young boys face.

“Fine you win, what’s your wish.”

“You’ll really grant it?” Cheng Chengs eyes popped wide open.

“I don’t go back on my word Cheng Cheng.”

“Can..Can i have 2 kisses?” He hid his face in the palms of his hands again. If he could blush he would.

“Ok”

Conveniently at this time Justin and Xukun had gone to get more snacks as the two of them demanded there be more. So Y/n didn’t have any prying eyes watching her. Cheng Cheng’s eyes darted all around the place as Y/n Walked towards him. She stepped on her tip toes to reach the young boys face and planted one kiss gently on his cheek. Cheng Cheng’s smile grew and he started to shake his head in joy. Y/n found his reaction charming and decided to see what would happen when it was off guard. Before he had a chance to gather his thoughts Y/n kissed him quickly on his lips. She had to admit he had soft lips with a hint of cherry.

At this exact moment of her lips leaving his Justin and Xukun returned to see Cheng Cheng fainting falling backwards; in which Justin raced to catch him. However he was too late and he had just crashed to the floor. Justin stared in shock as Y/n shrugged her shoulders. Xukun then wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back into his body and resting his head upon her shoulder. He didn’t want to admit he was jealous that even Cheng Cheng had gotten to try her lips before he did. Justin opened a packet of flaming hot cheetos and waved it around in front of Cheng Chengs nose. Instantly the young male sat up and started placing them into his mouth.

“That was amazing.” His eyes had glazed over in a dream like state.

“Jie Jie, what did you do to him?” Justin waved his hands frantically over the boys face.

“Only what he asked for.” She smirked.

Xukun started to hug y/n tighter unconsciously as she smirked. Unaware of the strength he was putting on her.

“Kun.....Kun...can’t...breathe.” Y/N arms were flailing around.

Snapping back into reality, he instantly let go embarrassed and turned around. Justin and Cheng Cheng stared at them both confused. They could sense some sort of tension between the two.

“Sorry darling, got carried away.” He chuckled. “ I think you boys should go clean up this mess before your parents tell us off for letting you eat so much.”

The two younger boys nodded and started heading to the kitchen busying themselves as Xukun grabbed y/n’s hand and lead out of the room.

“Why did you scare them away, they were harmless Kun Kun.” She laughed

“Because i have waited long enough for my time alone with you y/n.”

Y/n blushed as she punched Xukun lightly.

“Aww is someone jealous of Cheng Cheng?”

“I think i’m more jealous of you, you got to kiss Cheng Cheng.” he laughed

How little did she know that he was indeed jealous. Today alone he had to watch as two different mens lips met hers. Had so much changed within the time he was gone that she happily enjoyed the attention of other men again. Eventhough Cheng Cheng was young, he was still old enough as a vampire to have his cravings and desires too. Anyone could be a threat to steal her away. He’s always been there as her friend but the love he felt for her was much deeper. He loved how she never got mad at him for drinking her blood although he knew how much she hated the idea. How she would send him messages of new music she had found and cuddle up to him as they watched chinese dramas. How peaceful her sleeping face was as he’d stroke her hair. She often said that she was like lilou from Ice fantasy and that Xukun was her Kasuo. Mainly because they were blonde with blue eyes, but Xukun took it as more that they are soul mates. When they were in the dance room alone together making choreography, their bodies would just connect so fluidly. There was nothing awkward about their skinship. But most of all he loved just how innocent and loving she was. She was the type to believe in fairytales and that there is more magic in the world hidden somewhere, that if she weeds out the vampiric morons she will find a prince. If anyone messed with her brother for being only half she would confront them and beat them up and then cry to him about how scared she was. He didn’t want to lose her but he knew he was going to have to leave again soon for another recording and who knows what would happen in this time. He had to make the right timing come sooner.

“Lets go to the dance studio, I want you to hear my new song.”

“What is it about?”

“It’s a surprise!”

“If its about some human girl you met whilst you was gone i’m going to be angry” Y/n Pouted.

Xukun laughed and went to the fridge to grab some drinks and food for them to take with them, knowing how long they usually end up staying in the dance room. Sometimes even sleeping there. Whilst Y/n went upstairs to change into a fresh black addidas tracksuit. As she was changing her phone was pinging non stop. She leant over to check who it was that was so impatient only to see one name. Sexy Yanjun, She rolled her eyes. He must of slipped his contact information into her phone when she wasn’t looking earlier. She began to peruse through the messages.

Xukun was wondering why she still hadn’t come downstairs. He headed to her room where he saw y/n sitting on her bed giggling with a slight blush across her cheeks. Who was it this time he thought. Yanjun? wouldn’t surprise him. He crossed his arms leaning against the door frame scowling.

“Are we leaving or what?”

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Chapter six: A new enemy, breaking Christians curse by OrangeLetters88~

"My fate, is that what he calls it?" Alex voiced wincing in pain from being in a position for a long time. Clarence realizes and picks Alex up. Steel blushes slightly.

"We need get home before it gets dark." Steel says following behind them. Clarence makes sure Alex is stretched across the back before sitting down at the wheel. Steel goes shotgun for the first time since she is always escorted in the back. "I never felt like a normal person before..."

"Most see you a princess right?" he laughs at Steel jokingly.

"I am a princess, one of vampire kind. Not of humankind. They never saw me as a person back then so I must treat myself as such." She pouts with her hands crossed.

"Ms. Steel you have over four hundred following you. You are certainly a princess and over forty pacts. This should be beyond you." Clarence states looking back noticing Alex sleeping. "He has a metal rod about 3 centimeters stuck into his heel. Cooper was making sure he didn't heal up. A lesser man wouldn't be a sleep."

They get to Steels house around midnight. Clarence grasps quickly that Alex has passed out. He was limp upon being picked up. "Steel we need prep in the private medical bay." He shouts. Steel opens the door as Clarence dashes in.

The lot is filled with Steels kin dancing and drinking. Seemingly they had invited humans to partake in so Steel was clearing the way to get Clarence to the medical area further in the house. Everyone gawks and gasps as they push through the massive crowd.

Once they made it through Steel blocks off the area by sitting there with a chair instead getting invested in drinking and charades. She crosses her legs planting herself to the spot.

"I...I felt his presence Master...Alex." Christian rambled. Steel gets up to hug him deeply.

"You won't be broke for long Christian. Please trust me." Steel reassures him.

"He...I...he is here." Christian mumbled. His eyes blank unable to come to a coherent set of sentences.

"You are fighting this aren't you? It's turning your brain to jelly trying this hard to latch on to the remaining parts of your identity?" Steel thinks out loud to herself, Clarence spooks her by touching her shoulder. She jumps turning around.

"We did a full examination after we pulled the rod out. We preferred he was on bed rest a while before meeting the witch." Clarence explains.

"It will be too late for Christian if we don't bring him tomorrow. I will do it then...I will bring him myself Clarence. Just drive me there. I will do this for Christian and Alex." She demands convicted to help. The next day she gets up early packing new hiking gear readying Alex's book and dressing Christian.

"Steel you aren't going alone. Christian is barely aware of his surroundings anymore. Allow me to assist you. Someone would need to carry him plus I am the vampire's vampire. I am more than able to protect you." Clarence argues locking the medical bay room behind him and swiping the face mask off disposing it in the trash.

"Clarence, why did you stay with me? You know I am not forcing you to be my butler. You know I do not treat my kin like slaves." Steel spouts emotionally. She could feel the lump In the back of her throat. "But you have allowed yourself to protect me for almost hundred years?"

"Steel you are more to me than anyone...when I first met you. You took me out of a dark place and I am trying more than ever to live for you, but I see you be giddy around Alex and I feel myself confused and maybe jealous..." Clarence reveals twiddling his fingers. She has been so blinded she didn't understand why his dedication had been so strong. Why her den has survived so long. "I love you Steel and I hope you can accept that..."

Steel gets on a chair to match sizes with him wrapping her arms around his neck. She swoops in to kiss him on the lips. They passionately groan into each other's mouth. She pushes him away before she forgets what she must do.

"I accept your love Clarence. Please accept mine. For now on we protect each other and our kin." She smiles with tears in her eyes. "Now we will protect Alex's kin too."

"Steel..." Clarence sobs immensely. Steel once again wraps her arms around Clarence more tightly. "I love you so much more then you will ever know."

"I know my Darling. Allow me to make up for my ignorance...for now we have something to do. Shall we embark now?" Steel responds softly. Clarence pulls out a handkerchief blowing into it and wiping his face. Steel pulls the pack over her shoulders and gingerly grabs Christian who was sitting in another room patiently.

Clarence snaps out of it and quickly retrieves the car. They make it to mountaintop without any problems this time. Only carrying Christian being a little difficult at times, at the very top Mars would gladly receive Steels hands.

The witch of the mountain greeting them with special tea only found at the other side and tea cakes and sandwiches. At this point Christian didn't seem to understand how to eat or drink. His frozen expression haunting them afar, Steel laments how badly he had gotten and how Alex was not able to come.

"You can feel it too right? Christian is fighting inside of himself to be normal again. You make me regret a lot of things...but I cannot back time so I will not try. This is my last request today. Soon I will not be long for this world..." The witch discloses.

"Why? Whatever is the matter?" Clarence begs to know.

"Karma is paying me for my horrid deeds. I am slowly falling apart. The demons haunt me nightly. They parade their victory of my mantle finally disappearing. I will be going to Hell for my misdeeds. I can feel it in my bones. Do not take a life unless you plan to reap what you sow." She said in a low tone looking down into her cup of tea. "Please hand me Alex's book. It is time to give Christian his life back."

"Thank you so much." Steel replies giving the book to the witch who rips the page out of the book. She smears the text going into chants then walking over to the fire place and burning the pages one by one till they were ashes once again keeping a steady chant while doing so.

A small wooden doll on the mantle place would be tossed into the fireplace as well. A paper on it reading "Elmwood" Which was the first leader who etched the slave mind into the secondary vampire to join the group as long as they were male, it never crosses a female vampire.

Christian's slave self-fought back the curse breaking. His body convulses to turn screaming. His legs buckle collapsing to the ground and then nothing. His body lay like a doll tossed against a wall.

Steel wants to help, but the witch held her hand out. "A snake can bite even with its head cut off." She snaps holding out her cane tapping the ground in random directions till his body leapt out flailing.

"Forgive me master, don't do this me please! I will try harder." Christian shouts in a voice not his own. The witch takes out a bowl of water that is coated in gold throwing it at his face. He stops dead in his tracks.

He once again crumbles to the ground. You can see his features changing terrifyingly in pain. He stretches his face with his hands reaching for the witch till they see a fog retract from his body. He sags; his head tilts back, his eyes seemly rolled till you can only see the whites.

"Christian?" Steel screams strains to grab for him. His body arches forward. Christians chin rests on her shoulder. Exhausted he peers over to see Clarence.

"Steel, but where is Alex?" He whispers weakly.

"Infirmary he could not make the journey so Steel insisted we do it instead." He consoles. "He was under no condition."

"I felt like it was the end for me...but you came through for me. I feel so much freer then I ever had been." Christian speaks with his eyes closed.

"Looks like you will be here tonight. No way getting down the mountain for you all, I am not having any more kidnappings. Take Christian to the guest room. Please get settled. You are my guests tonight." The witch welcomes them. Mars shows them where to go.

The witch sitting by the hearth sighs out to herself. Steel found she was unable to sleep so she would make her way to sit with the Witch. Surprised the witch patted a seat next to her.

"Everything okay here?" Steel asks.

"Yes, just preparing myself for the great journey a head of me. The great sorrows I will owe those whom I wronged, but don't listen to an old lady like me." She let out her regrets.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. I know they always call you Witch of the Mountain, but what is your name?" Steel curiously chimes. The witch perplexed waits a moment.

"Lucia, I was born on a farm miles away with lots of siblings now passed on. We loved each other deeply. I became a witch when a man decided to kill them out of pure lust. I decided from that I was a witch from that day forward..." Lucia spoke humbly and sadly. Steel becomes groggy finally bidding Lucia a good night.

Early in the morning crying could be heard. Steel, Clarence and Christian come out as Mars cries into her clothing. Steel has a feeling pierce her heart one that hasn't appeared since she was mortal. Holding her chest she slides down to her knees.

Clarence takes notice retrieving her from the ground. Holding hands they walk over to Mars all hugging on him. He only cried harder. Christian looks back to notice a piece of paper folded. He gives it to Mars.

He opens it reading. Understanding fully Lucia's wishes he stops crying. "It seems I need to write mother...I assume she expected this more than anyone though." He proclaims peacefully. "Christian...can I join you and Alex? It will be lonely here."

"I don't see why not, we can always use more people. We look out for each other." He said astonished. Mars brought out his grandmothers cane and folded her clothes neatly by her bed leaving a new note for his mother.

"She became the stuff of stars...that is more than anyone can ask for." He affirms taking Christian's hands in his.

"We need to check on Alice and Alex." Clarence states in a hurry. Before sunset they were able to make it down the hill. Mars would say goodbye to what was his home for about twenty two years. Making it to Steels home, Mars would marvel and gaze at how large how was the home was compared to his small hovel.

Christian runs up to Alex hugs him who was reading Alex becomes surprised and shocked. Nearly cries looking at Steel welcoming their reunion home, Christian would introduce their newest member who Alex had met much earlier.

"Not a vampire, but none the less I am happy to come into group!" Alex responds excited. Colleen standing in the doorway announces.

"Alice is now awake." She says happily. Alex pulls off the bed sheets running to her room blocking the doorway as the others flood behind him. Alice smiled softly. Christian pushed Alex on the ground to jump on her bed in an attempt to hug her.

"Is that how you treat your wounded friend?" Alex demands laughing.

"I saw someone come to me. She had long blonde hair, her eyes shown like stars deep into a cloudy night. She told me I would be okay. Her white robes flowed like wings against the black void I felt trapped in till now. She flew into me disappearing into a cloud of gold butterflies." Alice said sadly.

"My grandmother when she was young had very long blonde hair...I wonder if she..."Mars replies gently.

"What wrong Mars?" Alex asks.

"The Witch of the Mountain had passed early this morning. She left no body." Mars's voice broke silently crying. Steel takes his face in her hands gently wiping his tears and hugging him.

Alex turns to the large group. "We have been through a lot, but I also need to announce. We have to leave. No longer can we stay and put those people you know in danger. You both are no longer human...we need to move on."

Alice looks down saddened. "I knew this day was coming..." She says sadly.

"Were all together and that will be enough." Christian proclaims. Behind the door Steels kindred are crowding by bunches trying to get a look into the hospital ward to see the new vampires.

Alex peers forward when he catches a child glaring at him with white silver hair and crimson red eyes. He appears to be looking directly at him. He gets up away from the group who is talking and interacting with Steels people.

He could tell immediately this kid is not Steel's. He also felt scared looking at this child. The two step outside. Alex in a two layer hospital gown slightly embarrassed, but curious as the two walk around to the back.

"It seems you met my humble servant." He gracefully talks with a fine English accent.

"You-u mean that guy who killed Cooper..." Alex put himself into a guard stance.

"I see you are scared, but I do not blame you. I been alive much, much longer then you have been. Your senses are only now opening. What a sad little Vampire you are, but I give you one warning." He warns turning to Alex face to face.

"What?" Alex questions slightly scared.

"If you don't kill me, I will kill you." He smiles a crooked smile.

"Excuse me?" Alex asks. Before Alex was able to move his head the kid is smashing his head against the wall looking back its Joseph before he lets go of his grip.

"But if anything happens, no one will believe you since I am a little kid after all." He said cackling.

"You are the one who killed Elijah aren't you?" Alex says shocked.

Joseph swings his cane like he is using a baton then stops opening it to a blade against Alex's throat.

"You need to get away from there Alex. I mean far. Not back inside the house. Away!" The female voice chimes in his head. It felt like marbles rolling in his head slightly disheveled Alex moves back doing a flip backwards to get away from Joseph.

"Looks like I need to go. Let's have brunch some other time!" Alex shouts running out of their sight into the surrounding woods.

"They would have killed you right there. I am glad I caught you before they literally did it. My name is Ida. I can see you. Come further." Ida introduced herself. Alex walking what it seemed aimless without shoes on rocks and tiny pebbles.

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#original story #vampire #drama #love #death #tragedy

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littlerobinwriter · 6 years

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Projects of 2017

Nobody actually asked for this, but I figured I’d be relatively self indulgent today and make up a list of all my projects from this past year, whether completed or not.

‘Silver and Gold’

Status: Completed

Date Started: 1st April 2017

Date Completed: 8th April 2017

Genre: Fantasy/Mythology

Word Count: 15k

Summary: When the god Apollo is captured by long time enemy, Python, it is left up to his twin sister, Artemis, to save him and his sunlight, or else see the world frozen forever. With the assistance of warriors from across the lands - Cyrene, Atalanta, and Otrera, she will set out on an epic quest to save her brother.

Characters:

Lady Artemis, goddess of the hunt.

Lord Apollo, god of healing.

Queen Otrera, queen of the Amazons.

Princess Atalanta, princess of Arcadia.

Cyrene, warrior princess and lover of the gods.

‘Every Pretty Colour’

Status: Incomplete

Date Started: 1st of June 2017

Date Completed: N/A

Genre: Fantasy

Word Count: 36k

Summary: Ariadne Bellerose had her Dunaran life all planned out. But when she meets and befriends Raven Maple, crown prince of Dunara, her entire world shatters before her and she is plunged into a war no one in her kingdom ever wanted. What’s a dragon loving elf to do?

Characters:

Ariadne Bellerose, rider of dragons and young elf.

Atlas Allard, Dunaran elf with a love for baking.

Helios McDougal, elven healer.

Raven Maple, faery prince of Dunara.

Persephone McDougal, elven warrior.

Alexandra Vasile, vampiric revolutionary.

Daniela Negrescu, vampire physicist.

‘All the Words for Red’

Status: Incomplete and on hiatus.

Date Started: 14th of July, 2017

Date Completed: N/A

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 18k

Summary: When Red moves to a new school, she simply merged into the crowd, until the school dance when she is invited into the friend group of Céline Lyon. Through this, she meets people she never thought she would ever talk to, but is this what she truly wants?

Characters:

Red Laurens, youngest daughter of two work obsessed lawyers.

Céline Lyon, child of French parents and twin sister of Cyrus, avid reader.

Autumn James, only child and aspiring journalist.

Cyrus Lyon, theatre kid who hates lettuce with a passion, twin brother of Céline.

Sakura Ito, passionate director, completely awful at making toast.

Hana Ito, wannabe model and lover of music.

Maya Cruz, possibly the smartest girl in the school, passionate about particles.

Jiu Wu, Hana’s boyfriend, will fight anyone and everyone but also loves everyone too much.

Lucas Santos, teenager battling cancer, dirtiest mind in existence.

Yasmine Latey, daughter of a director, best friend of Zoya and entirely done with everyone’s bullshit.

Zoya Idris, Muslim girl with a love for psychology, favourite colour is pink.

‘Bound in Blood’

Status: Incomplete

Date Started: 4th December, 2017

Date Completed: N/A

Genre: Fantasy/Sci fi

Words: 16k

Summary: Calla and Rowan Laurel have always lived normal lives in the kingdom of Warbun, east of the White Mountains. They understand science, they understand maths: they don’t understand how the Iron Guard Of Naran has taken them from their country and decided that they want their heads on a platter. Drawn into the land of magic on the wrong side of the mountains, in a world that they’ve always been scared of, neither twin can find their feet, let alone fight whatever evil they’ve been told they have to. Caught up in lies, prophecies, and poisons, the twins will have to fight the world and theirselves. If they can.

Characters:

Calla Laurel, can only really do alchemy and seeing, much prefers Warbun’s science to Naran’s magic nonsense, will fight you and then feel bad about it, really shy. Looks like a cinnamon roll but would actually kill a man if they gave her reason to, bisexual as hell. Thinks magic is dumb and would much rather study normal things, like radioactivity and atoms, gets really scared really easily.

Rowan Laurel, gifted in defensive magic and physics, loves his home country but also thinks magic is great, if you insult his sister he will destroy you in fifteen different ways, really a sweetie though?? Survives mostly on bread, pasta and heterosexual tears. Very self sacrificing, won’t tell anyone his plan until he’s carried it all out.

Veronica McDonald, very very badass, very very loud, won’t take any of her brother’s shit, always underestimated but she is legitimately incredibly caring and powerful as all hell. Can’t do maths. Almost as stubborn as Sam is, refuses to believe anything bad about people she cares about.

Hayden Wren, gay af, loves science and if you talk about biology to him he will not shut up for five years. Do not insult physics in front of him please.

Elara Darling, also underestimated, looks all innocent and sounds like she has no idea what’s going on, but actually is one of the smartest people, one of the few Naranians who understand science. Very gay, has a keen interest in flowers, and is an exceptional charms mistress.

Samuel McDonald, thinks he’s smarter than he is, still can’t do maths more advanced than addition and subtraction no matter how many times Rowan tries to explain it, refuses to learn maths because ‘its impractical’. Really strategic mind, but often sacrifices others for the sake of his plans, stubborn as anything.

Kayleigh Kovac, welcoming but unbearably proud, exceedingly loyal and will fight for her friends and what she believes in until her dying breath.

Helena Dare, loves everyone and everything, seems stuck up but would do anything for her friends, hates seeming weak in front of others, finds it hard to talk about her emotions. Seriously pansexual, trans girl and loves fashion, great hair.

Delilah Arende, pretty as hell, incredibly loyal but she takes a while to warm up to people, amazing at transformation spells, loves animals especially dragons.

Ross Fisher, very bisexual, amazing hair, smiles like all the time, loves all of his friends and is essentially a magical Jack Harkness.

Nadiyah Napier, very witchy witch, so in touch with nature and does a lot of herbal magic, wants to be a healer but is too nervous to tell anyone, really friendly but isn’t very good at reading people’s emotions?? Can never tell if people like her or not.

#every pretty colour #all the words for red #silver and gold #bound by blood #writing #my projects #wip #about me #about my writing #information literally no one asked for

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isitstraightvodka · 7 years

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Kitten

For my darling princess, @dadshirtking, my revenge, as promised...

From the moment you saw him in that red coat, you wanted him to fuck your brains out. You didn't ask him to but over the course of the Kings of Leon concert, you hinted at it very subtly. A stroke of a hand, a kiss on an ear, a whisper on a tongue. Throughout the night, you always had your hand on him somewhere; his hand, his shoulder, his waist, his chest, his face. And no-one could blame you. Because Harry Styles was one fine-looking man who just happened to be yours.

The band was amazing and you had a great time, despite staring at your boyfriend for over half of the concert. There was a moment about 50 minutes into the concert when you said that you needed to go to the toilet; Harry being protective of you asked Glenne to go with you. Everyone thought you just needed to do your business but no. Your plan was sneaky. Glenne waited outside for you very patiently while you locked yourself in one of the cubicles. It took all of five seconds to pull your panties down your legs and over the hook of your heels. The air shot up in between your legs and you closed your mouth to stop yourself from squeaking. You straightened out your dress, stuffed your panties into your clutch and went back out to join Glenne.

You returned with her midway through a song and Harry was having a blast, drinking and singing along. Your arm automatically went around his waist and he smiled down at you, wrapping his free arm around you. From his touch, the heat in between your legs began to grow immediately. You couldn't help it, you were turned on by him basically 100% of the time.

"Are you OK, baby? You look flushed. You hot?" He said in your ear over the loud music. Well, in truth, you were hot. It was stuffy with all the lights and the people but the reason you were flushed was clear to you. You leaned up on your heels and pressed your lips to his ear.

"Yes, because I have no panties on."

Harry stiffened from your words and his arm tightened around your waist, sending a flash of desire into your folds. You didn't care if people were taking pictures of you two. You wanted to show him affection and he felt the same way so nothing stopped either of you. Your lips came together with his in a searing kiss, which matched the song Sex On Fire. It was always hard for you to control yourself when Harry was kissing you as his kisses were beyond the feeling of incredible. They were like fire or like a spring breeze. Soft and hot. Perfection. You clutched the lapel of his coat with your free hand, sighing into the kiss.

"Harry, everyone can see you." Jeff said from behind him.

"Oh, sod off." Harry scoffed and kissed you again, wetting your lips tenderly. When he pulled back, you saw the look of lust in his sparkling green eyes, shining in the dark.

"Where are they?"

"Where are what?" You asked.

"Don't act all innocent. Give them to me."

You gulped. How the fuck am I going to give him my panties without anyone seeing them?! He gestured for you to come closer so you did, so close that your chests were touching. You bit your lip and opened your clutch a little bit, quickly fishing out the lacy material. Fortunately, they were black so they weren't very noticeable. Harry tucked your panties into one of the pockets on the inside of his coat, turning back to the band as if nothing happened.

"Am I going to get them back?" I asked.

"If you're a good girl." Was his response. And for the rest of the concert, the panties were never brought up in conversation.

0*0

After leaving the venue, you asked Harry in the car to return your panties to you but he said no every time. Eventually, you realised that begging would help you with your chances. So there you were, with nothing on underneath your dress. You pulled the short hem down a little and crossed your legs in an attempt to stop the growing heat from growing any further. Harry laid his hand on your knee but that didn't help at all. You had to squeeze your thighs together for the whole journey home.

Cocky Harry arose when you walked into the house. His hand reached into his coat pocket and pulled out your panties, twirling them around his finger, smirking. You knew he wouldn't give them back to you so you didn't ask. Instead, you reached out to grab them. But Harry had quick reflexes. He put his hand holding the panties back and grasped your waist with his other hand, pushing you up against the wall.

"I don't call this being a good girl."

You pouted. An attempt was an attempt. The look in his eyes only made you wetter and he found that out very quickly. His fingers slid their way under your dress where your sex was, gently palming you but never fully touching you. He was teasing you and he knew you loved it, from the way you moaned and squirmed from his touch.

"Will you be a good girl for me?" He asked.

"Yes...Yes, I will..." You murmured and threw your head back against the wall, allowing your neck to be exposed which gave Harry the opportunity to lather kisses on your flushed skin. You were totally under his control and that's the way you both wanted it. He didn't hesitate in hiking your tight dress up, gliding his hand over your smooth butt.

"Mmm, so perfect, baby." And with that, he smacked your butt cheek far harder than you had expected. You yelped in response and you could already feel the burn of his many rings. Next thing you knew, he picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder like some sort of ragdoll.

"Hey! Put me down!"

"Not a chance. Your butt looks great from this angle." Harry said and smacked you again as a fresh burn of his hand made you fight back a squeal. He carried you up the stairs, pressing kisses to your sensitive skin, which you loved. You giggled and squirmed which earned you a third smack. Harry showed no mercy when he dumped you down on the bed, taking no time in peeling your dress from your body. You were completely naked and he was completely clothed. Unfair! You raised yourself up on your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, sucking his neck like a vampire. His breath hitched in his throat and his hand came around to grasp your hair tightly.

"Please...please..." You said as you licked his skin, paying extra attention to the thick vein pulsating hot blood.

"Tell me what you want, kitten."

Your heart pounded whenever he said that pet name to you. It always turned you on, the word rolling off his tongue beautifully. You reached for the lapels of his coat and began to push the coat off his shoulders.

"You. I want you."

Harry claimed your lips with yours, attacking your mouth with his tongue. It was beyond magical and definitely dominant. He lowered you down on your back, the sheets a welcome soft relief on your skin. His lips trailed over your flushed naked body, taking his time with your breasts. With one hand cupping one breast, he licked the other one's nipple gently, knowing how much you enjoyed it. He moved over to the other one and repeated the same process, wetting your nipples with his slick saliva. The tip of his nose pressed into your skin as he got closer and closer to your wet sex. When he did, your hips automatically bucked up in response to his warm tongue.

"You taste so good, baby... All of this is mine... Mine..." He repeated, slapping your thigh. You were certain there would be handprints on your skin as well as indents from his cold thick rings. He licked you almost dry, getting every drop of your arousal. When he was done, he sat up and shed all of his clothing, so he was naked like you. And in his hand were your panties. You stared at them with wide eyes, wondering if you would get them back after tonight. I just have to be a good girl. You thought.

"Close your eyes." Harry demanded. You were scared to say no so you obeyed. Next thing you knew, he had tied your wrists to the headboard of the bed with your panties. How? You had no clue how but you loved being under control. It was better to give him what he wanted.

He didn't even bother to take his rings off which made the feeling of his fingers inside you ever more arousing. His fingers were their own sexy toy, he knew how to use them. He could easily get you off with just his fingers. But tonight, he was going slow and teasing you, making you write about on the bed. Your arms quickly began to feel sore but you couldn't move, you couldn't do anything about it.

"You ready for me, kitten?"

"Yes! Please, take me..." You screamed. Harry grinned like the devil and pushed himself inside you. The usual flash of pain happened but it disappeared within a few seconds. You couldn't believe he actually fit, every time it shocked you. After all, he was so big. But you loved the feel of him. So large, filling you up, right into your core. It was killing you, not being able to touch him. You craned your head back as Harry's mouth touched your neck, leaving wet sloppy kisses there, his hands holding your hips up, opening you up further so he could go on the way in.

"Just like that, kitten. Let go..."

So you let go, your orgasm ripping through you. And just like Harry wanted, you let out a high scream from the sensation. The rhythm of him pounding in and out sped up and both your heartbeat and breathing went into overdrive. Sweat was clinging to your hairline and your entire body was shuddering with desire. You caught many glimpses of Harry's facial expressions and he looked like he was loving it as much as you were. His eyes were fluttering between open and closed, and his short hair was getting damp, the curls flying free. You needed to touch him. He had a body that was made to be touched. Not thinking twice, you pulled and tugged your restraints and with enough strength, you were free. But in doing so, you tore your panties in half.

"Ooops!" You giggled. Harry stared at you with a cocked eyebrow and a cheeky grin.

"Those were my favourite pair."

You had no right words to reply with. You just bit your lip and looped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him.

"You still love me?" You asked.

"Always, kitten. I've always preferred my girl being bad." He smiled, smacking the side of your butt, making you laugh.

And the rest was history, simply fucking the night away in the dark bedroom, away from everybody, allowing to love each other with your bodies. There was no better reality. You loved Harry. Harry loved you. What could top that? Answer: nothing. Nothing at all.

I have never written anything this dirty before so forgive me if it was complete shit. Wanted to get my revenge on my dear M but any feedback on this would be appreciated!

All the love

Olivia xx

#harry styles imagine #smut #revenge is sweet

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