#simply let a vampire bite you it's less painful & more original!

[layla-carstairs]

ok since we know for a fact that Jace has a scar from Simon biting him, does that mean Izzy and Alec also have scars????

#who needs matching sibling tattoo yknow 🥱🥱 #simply let a vampire bite you it's less painful & more original! #jace herondale #izzy lightwood #alec lightwood #jace wayland #isabelle lightwood #alexander lightwood #simon lewis #simon lovelace #tmi #the mortal instruments #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #bella talks #bella reads cohf

[klausysworld]

Hello, I read your Klaus in his wolf form stories and really liked them. It gave me this idea that when Klaus broke the curse and turned into a wolf, rather than falling in love with a human, he fell in with a wolf. Though he doesn't know it, the wolf is immortal, like existed from the dawn of time, and the wolf was the cause of werewolves, like if she bites you, then you would be a werewolf. Klaus wouldn't know that or that she, the wolf, was there when he was a kid, and he called her a pet. This part I just thought of, but what if Klaus was Mikael's kid but just got bit but didn't know. I was wondering if you could right this, I am cool if you don't, though. Thank you for even reading this.

My queen

PT2

(Present day)

I watch silently through the trees as his bones snap, as he scream in both pain and pride of his accomplishment.

The pain of the turn was one part I don’t appreciate about the gift i have given to those i had chosen.

But he embraces the pain, he doesn’t go through so much struggle as he allows the power to fly through him, he embraces the wolf.

And a stunning wolf he is.

His coat thick and eyes dark. A midnight wolf, his fur looking almost a shade of the darkest blues as the light of the moon shines over him.

I turn my head to see his brother, Elijah, he watches cautiously as Niklaus nears him. The threatening growl he gives him as the sticks snap and the leaves crunch beneath his paws. He’s experiencing the inner conflict, the urge to give into his instincts to attack the vampire.

I took a few steps forward emerging from behind the bark of the wood that hid me before. I made sure to step on enough sticks to make a ‘crack’.

Both originals looked to me, both wide eyed and confused. Niklaus took five large strides to stand before me, his nose almost touching mine as he bared his teeth in warning.

I huff at him in disappointment, you would have thought he’d recognise me. I’ve been present for many moments of his life, his childhood especially though i suppose a thousand years will have him forget.

I step back from him before circling his body. He stands tall and strong, a mighty wolf.

Through the years my bite has began to carry through blood. What once was only given through the power of my bite is now becoming more frequent through genetics. But not Niklaus, he was my own, i have him his power all that time ago. It was a dream for us both that he managed to bring this side of him back, his mother and father locked it away claiming it a curse rather than a gift. Simply because it gave him an advantage they could never provide.

———————————————————————

(A thousand years ago…ish)

I lowered my head slowly allowing the young boy to place a flower crown to my head. I glanced back up to see his bright smile as he adjusted it.

“There, now you’re a queen” he said taking a small step back. I gave a small bark in response, my tail wagging subconsciously as he pet my face, his hands smoothing the fur back so i was less poofy.

“I must leave, my father wanted me to learn to hunt…he wouldn’t like me playing with the wolves, he says you’re to be killed because…well because you’re dangerous but I think you’re lovely, I won’t let him kill you” he promised as his little arms hung loosely around my neck and i licked his arm.

———————————————————————

(A few years later)

Niklaus grew to be a rather handsome young man. He was relatively strong and well mannered. He was a free spirit and spent his time within the forest with his berries that he had ground up to create colours where he would spread them over rocks and large leaves to make an image.

He wasn’t the best at hunting with an arrow but was excellent with a sword.

And so i would often kill the deers or rabbits for him, give them to him so that his father couldn’t harm him, so that his family remained proud…and so that he continued his visits to me in the woodlands.

(On another occasion)

“My queen?” He called softly into the cold air of the night. I lifted my head from the ground of the opening a tree i laid in. I stood quickly and made my way out to find a battered Niklaus. My legs moved fast to reach him as he collapsed to the ground, he clothes soaked in his own blood and face covered in shades or blue and purple.

I let out a high whine and a long howl, the other wolves i had created came running at my call to assist. They helped me clean him. The magic through my veins allowed me to lick his wounds until they healed, until he no longer weeped and sobbed, until the pain was relieved and he fell asleep with his hands clutching my fur.

I knew then that he needed the power of the wolf more than anyone. To begin with i feared that it would only cause him more damage, more shame to his parents but those people-monsters would never stop their beating and this was the best way to protect him.

And so with his body safely tucked to mine, i ran my tongue over the space between his shoulder and neck. I gently let my teeth sink into his skin, feeling my power grow as i fed more of it into the world.

No matter what other magic or pain he suffered, the wolf would save him.

His mother cursing him to have it locked away was one of the worst things possible to happen to a gift given wolf. To be stripped of who you were, before he could even experience it.

———————————————————————

(Present day)

I made a sound closely replicating a growl but too soft to be threatening to urge him to follow me as i begin to walk through the woods.

I can hear as his paws meet the ground faster and faster as we fall into a fast pace, running quick and with purpose as he chases me as fast as his body will let him. I can sense his frustration not being able to keep up with me, his growl in desperation as he throws himself forward, tackling me to the ground roughly.

We both tumble through the woods, rolling down threw the forest. He yelped as i bit his scruff pulling him with me. A tanglement of limbs rushing through the trees as both of us scrambled to gain any sort of balance.

Eventually i managed to get up on my feet, i turned to sprint again but i heard his whine, such a familiar cry, a reminder of his suffering from his late teens into adulthood.

I froze in stride turning to check on him, his body was low to the ground as he got ready to pounce. Relief floods me knowing he isn't harmed and before i can thimk about hisnplayful stance, he's already lauching himself at me.

His body collided with mine pushing me onto my back and his teeth around my throat. The position should be threatening and i should be fearfully submitting but he seems to have forgotton I'm the reason he holds his strength.

I pushed up from the floor and on top of him. My fave directing above his as my paw pressed down on his neck, claws puncturing the flesh making him whimper. I don’t like to be the cause of his pain but his dominance was an issue, he had grown far more narcissistic over the years compared to his selfless younger form.

After another minute or so of his pitiful attempts to push himself up and get me off of him, he gave in. His head tilting back to offer me his neck as his eyes looked to the ground in what i assume to be shame. I stepped back letting him stand again, the question of ‘why?’ In his eyes as he looked at me cautiously.

I nodded my head for him to follow me, we continued to run throughout the night and i watched the surprise in his eyes as we both woke the next morning still in wolf form, the day after the full moon.

And the day after that too when we hunted and he made his own display of human bodies. I had indulged with him for a few hours but eventually grew bored and waited for him to finish. His aggression was something i was still unused to, i forever missed the gentle touch as his face brightened and he weaved plants together to create a crown.

I found him on a number of occasions patiently waiting by my den, as soon as i arrived he was on his feet and ready to run to the falls, often pushing his luck to see if he could push me into the water which would always end up with him being dragged in too and us both having a water war for hours on end.

A moment I cannot forget is when his mother came into town, an attempt to kill her children but she chose the woods to do so and i could sense his fear.

But when i arrived and broke through her magical barrier, recognition spread through her face as she stepped back

“No…it can’t be” she uttered looking from me to Niklaus

“After all these years you still protect him?” She murmured but i didn’t allow her many more words before launching at her, Finn dragged her away after I mauled her.

I reluctantly looked to Niklaus seeing his eyes soft and lips parted, only two words whispered before i dashed back off to the forest

“My queen”

#wolf!klaus #klaus mikaelson wolf #wolf reader #werewolves #wolf klaus #wolf yandere #big bad wolf #klaus mikaelson #the originals #klaus mikaelson x reader #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikaelson one shot #klaus mikealson fanfiction #niklaus imagines #klaus michaelson #klaus m #klaus mikaelson x y/n #the vampire diares imagine #kol mikaelson #tvd klaus #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #tvd universe #hope mikaelson #klaus mikaelson headcanon #klaus mikaelson fluff #klaus mikaelson yandere #klaus mikealson smut

[raggaraddy]

Discipline- Hyung Line

How and why would Yandere Bangtan punish you?

Trigger warnings: Mentions of violence, mentions of abuse, descriptions of unhealthy relationships.

Alpha!Namjoon

You would find it hard to get Namjoon to react impulsively or rashly. There might be the odd look or feeling you get from him when you say or do something that he disapproves of, but he will never raise his voice or strike you. He is much too controlled for that.

However, that does not mean that your actions would not have repercussions. From the first day when he met you, he made sure to install a clear series of causes and effects. They came so gradually and his reasoning was so irrefutable that while the original you would have been disgusted at the idea of being treated like this, the you that Namjoon has crafted finds his rules and actions reasonable and necessary. They are set for your own well-being.

If you didn't eat well or drank too much, of course, Namjoon was going to scold you. He's just showing how much he cares.

You also need to be corrected when you're rude or disrespectful. Namjoon is an Alpha after all and he deserves your respect. A smart mouth, bad language, or disrespectful behaviour will earn you a time out to reflect on your choices.

And if you're bold enough to leave the house without him or without informing him, then he's made sure you know what consequences to expect. Sure, being bent over his lap like a petulant child is embarrassing, but Namjoon has shown you what kind of creatures exist in the world. It's your Mates' duty to remind you to be more mindful. Even If that means he covers you in bruises from time to time.

For every undesirable action, there exists a correction. All rules and guides are clear so you have no room to argue. If you happen to stumble into a grey area Namjoon will kindly explain your wrongdoing and inform you of the result should you re-offend. He always takes the time to make sure you fully see his reasoning as he would never want you to think he is unjust.

Although, there is one exception to this. Nobody touches you. No one makes any sort of advances towards you and you certainly do not reciprocate or tolerate those actions. That is absolute.

Like I said, he would never hit you out of rage. Another person however would not be so lucky. If you ever wanted to see the full extent of an Alpha's power, just blush or smile when that cute delivery boy asks for your number. Sure, he might lock you in a room and throw away the key, but seeing an Alpha shift in an open plan office is a once in a lifetime event.

King!Seokjin

This is a tricky one to answer because Seokjin isn't looking for a rhyme or reason to hurt you. He just will regardless of any behaviour.

If there are little failures or mistakes he will certainly utilize them for the chance to be extra cruel, however as mentioned, he doesn't need them as justification.

There is still plenty you could do to madden him. He is a King first and foremost and he will not tolerate any kind of disrespect or disobedience. Doing so would absolutely be an easy start to evoking his anger.

Jin is also not impetuous, everything he does, he does with purpose. So when he does hurt you in response to something you have done he can be truly poetic in the methods he chooses.

You dropped and smashed a cup? He'll use the pieces to cut you.

Did you interrupt him? He'll fill that mouth with one thing or another. Don't worry, he doesn't need you to speak anyway.

You did something as foolish as to refuse or fight him during one of your sessions? That's fine. The nearest servant will take your place. Let's see if you can endure their screams and cries, while he continually reminds them and you that their pain is your fault.

Assassin!Yoongi

How would he punish you? He has basically one method. Very simply, he would lock you away. He isn't looking to deal with any bullshit. So if you want to act up, fine. He'll just throw you in your room until he is ready to deal with you again. If you especially irritate him and he wants to make a point or really dissuade your behaviour from happening again he'll chain you in the basement. A two-meter chain, a toilet and a tap for water. With that and soundproof walls, he knows he'll have at least 2 weeks of quiet before you start to properly starve to death and he has to take you out.

Why would he punish you? That is less simple. His moods change too often for there to be any one answer.

You might have been too energetic, or maybe you weren't matching his excitement and it disappointed him. It could be that you were frustrating him by not participating and conversing when he wanted. Or maybe he was just feeling annoyed because he was hungry and tired.

Honestly, Yoongi doesn't know in the slightest what he wants, and while he doesn't truly expect you to be able to, he demands you anticipate his ever-shifting whims. He took you to be useful to him. So he sees it as your job to figure out what he wants, not his job to teach you.

Like when he told you he wanted you to be more proactive and initiate sex. That didn't mean that you could just choose any moment to come to him and offer to make the both of you feel good. No, it was important to wait until the exact moment Yoongi was also in the same temperament. And to make sure you approached him in the way he wanted. And to say the things he liked.

The only thing you can ever be sure of with Yoongi is that because you spend all your time trapped with only him, you will be locked away hating him while obsessing over ways to make him happy. Wishing you could be near him just to have some form of contact with another person.

On the rare occasions when you do see his true anger, it's good to keep in mind that he is a professional killer. He isn't phased with shooting you and leaving you to see if you survive.

Vampire!Hosoek

Like Jin, Hoseok is someone who revels in the pain and suffering of others. Hoseok however is less concerned with formality, obedience, or rules. Fight. Cry. Beg. Scream at him. Tell him how much you hate him, how much you wish he would die. He doesn't care. In fact, he enjoys it. It spurs him on.

There is nearly nothing you could do to truly anger him. Everything is a game for him, everything's fun. And you're his favourite toy. So when you fuck up, it's just another chance for him to play with you.

The only thing he is serious about, the only thing he is possessive of, is your blood. He has made it clear many, many times that that is his. His to drink and his to spill. Get so much as a papercut by yourself, or accidentally bite your tongue and he'll be utterly offended that you robbed him of something that should have been his. Not just the loss of blood either, but that he wasn't able to enjoy the sounds and faces you made as you injured yourself. And how dare you rob him of a moment that should have been his.

If any other person were to hurt you, purposefully or accidentally, or god forbid if any other Vampire tried to drink your blood.... well you would think Hoseok was downright gentle with you when you saw the things he did to them.

#yandere #yandere bts #yandere bangtan #yandere hoseok #yandere namjoon #yandere seokjin #yandere jin #yandere rm #yandere jhope #yandere yoongi #yandere suga #bangtan #bts #bts reactions

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers Zero Vol. 12 Azusa Mukami [Track 1]

Original title: 串刺しの蝶たち

Source: Diabolik Lovers Zero Vol. 12 Azusa Mukami [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: The second to last Zero CD I have to translate before completing the entire series, wooh~! I know Azusa isn’t a very popular character within the fandom, but I actually have a huge soft spot for him after translating his Eternal Blood CD. ;w; He is just such a cutie at times, it warms my heart. Hearing his ‘clone’ talk regularly completely threw me off though! He sounds so different, but in a good way! I kind of wish Azusa would start talking a little faster himself but I suppose that’s part of the charm of his character?

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Track 1: Pinned Butterflies

*Creaaaaak*

*THUD*

The two of you step inside the museum.

“It’s really...pouring outside, huh?”

You nod.

“I’m glad we just so happened...to pass by a place where we can take shelter from the rain...If not, we might have ended up...wandering through the forest while sopping wet...However, if we return home late...Ruki and the others will...get worried. I wonder if we should have just...headed straight home after finishing our errand?”

You frown. 

“It has been a while since we visited the Demon World...So we just wanted to make a little detour, right...?”

*CRASH*

You flinch at the thunder.

“...Oh. It struck closeby...With the weather like this...It seems smart to stay here...until the rain lifts...”

You agree.

“We’ll end up returning home late but...Let’s stay here just a little longer? Then after we’re back...We can apologize to everyone. I’m sure they’ll understand...If we explain.”

You nod.

“Mmh. I suppose we can kill some time...inside this building?”

Azusa starts looking around.

“Hm...But...I didn’t expect to find a museum around here...Seems like we are the only visitors though...Furthermore...Oh. What an impressive amount of portraits...Several people are portrayed...Seeing them all lined up next to each other like this...makes me a little anxious.”

You tell him it’s a little creepy.

“Mmh. I’m sure they would have made for nice paintings...if only their expressions were a little more bright...But they all seem to be suffering. ...That large canvas over there...The man on it looks sad, don’t you think? I wonder if he...went through a painful experience? ...This museum is kinda...weird.”

*CRASH*

“Ah...! ...Ah, are you okay? ...The thunder is a little scary here, don’t you think? It said on the guide map that there’s a basement floor as well...So should we move there?”

*TIMESKIP*

You have arrived in the basement.

“Just as I thought...We can’t hear the thunder down here...It’s less illuminated than the earlier floor but...It seems comfortable to stay at.”

Azusa comes to a halt.

“Oh. A door. I wonder what room this is...?”

He opens the door.

*Creaaaak*

“Woah...It’s so spacious...There’s a bunch of glass cases...Are they exhibiting something, perhaps...? ...Oh! There’s a lot of...insects. They all look like...specimen.”

You get scared, hiding behind Azusa.

*Rustle*

“Oh? What’s wrong...? No need to hide...They can’t move, so it’s fine...”

You still seem worried.

“Hm...There’s a lot of species from the Demon World but...I can spot some insects which exist in the human world as well...Ah! This! These are the bugs which devastated Yuma’s garden in the past...They ate the vegetables Yuma had been carefully growing...It was quite the fiasco...Me and Kou had to help him get rid of the bugs as well...Fufu~ Brings back memories...”

The two of you continue looking around.

“...Oh. Now that I got a better look, they’re displayed all over the walls as well. I wonder if that...large insect the size of a cushion is...real?”

You get scared again.

“...Oh. Ah...Huh? Your complexion looks...pale?”

You explain. 

“Ah...I’m sorry. I guess these are scary to you...even if they can’t move? Yet I failed to notice...Shall we leave this room now?”

You try and act tough. 

“You don’t look okay...No need to push yourself...Okay?”

*Rustle*

“Your body is...shaking. Hey, come here.”

Azusa pulls you close.

*Rustle rustle*

“I’m sure you’ll calm down in my embrace...In no time...”

He starts stroking your head.

“There, there...Everything will be okay...I’m with you...after all...”

You smile. 

“Mmh. I’m glad you seem a little more...relaxed. Ah...But you’re still a little tense...I wonder if we should touch each other more...?”

He cups your cheek.

“Whenever you do this to me...I always feel really relieved...So I figured you might feel the same...How is it?”

You tell him it feels nice.

“Fufu~ I’m glad...Then, next up...Mmh.”

*Smooch*

You get flustered.

“Hehe~ You twitched just now...Hm. Seems like you’re gradually relaxing...Also the scent of your blood...has grown sweeter. Does it feel...good, perhaps? Oh. Right. If you feel good, you’ll no longer be bothered by the specimen, right...?”

*Rustle*

“Say...I’ll suck your blood. If I do that, you don’t have to worry about a thing...”

You seem a little worried. 

“Don’t worry...Leave it to me. Mmh...”

Azusa bites you.

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Haah...Mmh...Your blood is...extremely delicious. Say, do you feel good now?”

You don’t respond.

“What’s the matter? Was this...simply not enough? Hm...Hehe. However, you’re enraptured. Your cheeks are flushed and...you’ve got that dreamy look in your eyes. Haah...I wonder why you are this cute?”

You quickly cover your face with both hands.

“Oh...Why would you hide your face? I want to...see it.”

You explain.

“It’s...embarrassing? Hm...There’s really no reason to conceal it though. But...If you don’t want to, I won’t force you...You can keep your hands there, okay? I’ll suck your blood from here...”

He bites you again.

*Sluuuuurp*

“...Haah...Such sweet noises...Even though you said it’s embarrassing...You actually wanted me to do this...right? Hehe. I’ll bite other places too...”

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Hah...Haah...Oh. You no longer...need to hide your face? Has your mind...gone blank?”

You nod.

“Fufu~ I’m glad that’s the case. ...Your body has...stopped shivering as well, it seems...I wanted to do this for your sake but...I ended up getting a little too into it as well. Hm...The wounds aren’t deep so I’m sure the bleeding has stopped already...”

Azusa takes a deep breath.

“The whole room’s filled with the scent of blood now, huh...? It might be good that there’s...no other Vampires here. If someone else was around, it might have lead to trouーー”

A sudden gust of wind can be heard.

“O-Oh...? Ah...What was that just now...? The sound of the wind...? It kind of sounded like someone...crying?”

You tell Azusa you don’t like being here.

“...M-Mmh...Guess we should take our leave soon...? It might have...stopped raining by now. Let’s head back up.”

*TIMESKIP*

*Creaaaak*

“Ugh...Oh? Huh? We ended up in a...different room? Did we take...a wrong turn?”

Azusa steps into the room.

“It’s better lit than the other rooms...There’s a canvas and art supplies...Everything’s all over the place. ...Seems like this isn’t an exhibition room. There’s no specimen either, so don’t worry. Say...This might be a working space? Oh...If that’s the case...We might get scolded for entering without permission, right? Let’s quickly leave. It’d be troublesome if...we were to stain something important...”

He bumps into something while turning around.

*Thud*

*Flip*

“...Aah! Oh...I dropped them...S-Sorry...!”

Azusa kneels down to pick up the papers and so do you.

“Ah...Thank you for helping me...”

The two of you pick up the drawings.

“I guess we’ve got them all now...?”

*Flip*

“Oh...These were drawn with...pencil, I suppose? What a beautiful person...It’s the same woman portrayed on all of them. I’m sure she was...someone very important.”

T/N: From this point onwards, I will be putting fake Azusa’s dialogue between ( ) and changing the font to bolded italics. This CD has both the real and the fake Azusa interacting with you and each other, so hopefully that will make it a bit easier to tell them apart.

( Exactly. She was important. )

“...E-Eh?”

( To me, she was irreplaceable.... )

“...!? W-Who are you...? Where are you...!?”

( Right here. Look at the wall. )

“Oh? ...Huh? My...portrait? Are you the one...who talked just now?”

( That’s right. Nice to meet you, dear visitors. Ah. I suppose it would be rude to introduce myself from within the canvas. )

The fake Azusa steps out of the frame.

( ...Uhm, let me greet you one more time. Nice to meet you, dear visitors. Welcome to the museum. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers zero #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Feather Boas and Hors’ D’oeuvres

A/N: This is part two of my Halloween themed fics for @badsext. It’s the Robbie x reader one! Upon writing this author’s note (I write them before I start writing the story), I have 12 works in progress, counting this one. I have no idea why in the name of the lord I have decided to do this shit, but I love writing, and love writing for other people. Here in this household, we support all bodies. All bodies are beautiful, and you better be loving yourselves beech. I hope this ends out well.

Warnings: food, bad words, mention of insecurities, self hatred (but it’s recovered, don't worry luvs x)

“Robbie, I am NOT wearing that outside. Where the hell am I meant to go wearing that, love?” you ask, looking at the outfit he prepped for me with hesitance.

“You’ll be fine dear, just don’t turn too much or y’know. Everything’ll spill out.” he says, turning me in different directions.

“Yeah, yeah. I might have to deconstruct it, and add more fabric, Robbie, this is a LOT.” you say, poking and prodding at yourself, trying to suck the infamous tummy ™ in.

“Ahh, stop that now. That squish is perfectly fine, and your organs have to go somewhere. You’re fine just the way you are. No need to suck that in, nobody needs that much breath control. Not even a strong swimmer, love. Unsuck that belly, and let’s get on with all this, okay?” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, kissing the side of your head.

  You take the costume off, careful not to rip any of it, and put it back, waiting for Robbie to open the door, as he does. You put on your regular clothes, and decide to snoop around a bit, and look at the more absurd options in the Costume Shop. Some of this shit just does not make sense, please, society, change, and for the better this time. You do not want to wear a bathing suit outside, in 60 degree weather, just so you can say “I went Trick or Treating”. Not doing it, sorry. Those thoughts ran through your head as you went through the store, letting out a chuckle at the thought of breathing in nothing but rubber for an extended amount of time.

“Have you been having fun, going around, no worries.” Robbie asked, sneaking up from behind you, his cold arms creating goosebumps along your flesh.

“I’ve been talking to myself about just how not okay some of these costumes are.” you said, mentioning the puzzle pieces.

“That’s my problem with these things. What happened to the days where everyone went outside naked, and thought nothing of it.” Robbie asked, catching himself as he saw neon pink feathers.

“Periods exist, and it’s just too damn cold for me to go outside like that, you know that.” I say, following his eyes and sensing the chaos about to ensue.

“What about this huh?” Rob said, wrapping a painful neon pink boa around his neck.

  You shook your head at his antics, and he chased you around the store with the wretched thing, trying to capture you with it. Along the way, he collected many more items, including fake blood, vampire teeth, copious amounts of candy, and a tiny top hat, colored yellow. It had sparkles all on it, and he put it on top of his head. In his arms, a couple things began to topple over, but he ran to the front register, and quickly placed it down before he had to pay for it, plus extra.

“All this please, along with this costume, and one of your “Pretty Princess” balloons in the back there please.” he said, glitter getting in his eyes. The cashier rolled their eyes, and scanned all of the items, and almost forgot the top hat on Robbie’s head, which he bent over for them to scan.

  As soon as all of the items were scanned and paid for (and when Robbie got his balloon), the two of you got in the car, and headed back to the house, to decorate it accordingly. The car ride was quite short, but boy did it feel long. Robbie was stretched out in the back with his balloon, and you drove through the traffic, tapping your hands on the steering wheel when a certain beat hit.

Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange

Close your eyes and you will see, this our town of Halloween

“Yes, ohmygod ohmygod, THIS IS MY SONG!” you said, damn near breaking the dial to scream along to the song. Yes, you were getting weird looks from the families in their own cars, but you were feeling it.

 Robbie laughed from the back, and twisted around, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek, joining you in the chaos that is yelling song lyrics in a car. You moved along in your seat, and admittedly ran 2 red lights, dodging potholes and cracks in the road. As the song ended, the glitter from Robbie’s hat had come off somewhat, and in almost every available place, there was yellow glitter. You laughed, and knocked some of it off of the radio dial, and put your attention fully on the road, instead of purposefully missing notes just to spite yourself. A couple minutes after the song ended, you arrived at your shared home, and emptied the car of costumes, decor, and of course, the balloon, which was starting to get more and more absurd. 

“Where are we going to put half of these things?’ you ask, roaming around the house, trying to come up with a spot for your Halloween themed objects to go.

“Some of them could go outside, not much out there. The little cobwebs can go in the corners, not to be confused with the real cobwebs. The candles can go in here, Mr. Skelly can go on the mantle. We’ll figure everything else out. Oh, and the costumes go in the closet, that’s simple enough.” he says, setting Mr. Skelly in his rightful place. 

   You went down all the halls, pinning the fake cobwebs in the corners, avoiding the fake spiders. You even sprinkled some remaining glitter on the tables, trying not to breathe too much in. The fake blood was put into the bathroom, for special effects just in case you decided to be an oldie but goldie vampire. Robbie was busy getting the candles together, and he eventually got his balloon out of the car, where it had deflated some. It was put in the kitchen, along with your numerous house plants, also away from the infamous pink butter knife. He started on dinner, which was a soup of sorts, and he made the both of you a cup of coffee, pumpkin spice sadly excluded.

  Soon enough, the sun was setting, and the two of you began lighting candles, and putting the warm soup into bowls, and getting washed up before putting your costumes on. You sipped on it, and turns out it was tomato soup, with grilled cheese sandwiches because originality in cooking is always welcome, but sometimes simple does it. The two of you ate in semi-silence, music playing from the record player in the living room.

“Can you taste the red food dye this time?” Robbie asked, taking a sip of wine from his glass.

“No, not this time, at least it doesn’t make me feel like I’m a hot air balloon. Too much red food dye is lethal to anyone living, I don’t care who the fuck you are, it’s not like I’m immune to things that taste like shit.” you say, biting into the sandwich. 

“True, true, I hope it isn’t that bad, I mean, I can poison you if you’d like, just take a bite out of that candle, it’ll take you right out of here.” he says, pointing towards the lit candle in the corner of the room, which flickered due to the air in the room.

 You chuckled at the thought, and from there on, you two ate in complete silence, until you finished, and Robbie offered to wash the dishes, and you took him up on it, heading back upstairs to freshen up and get ready to go trick-or-treating that night. As you were putting your costume on, certain places weren’t the same size that they were, and a couple tears ran down your face, and onto the fabric. You knew why you were frustrated, and you knew it was a really bad excuse to be crying, but the sobs only got heavier and heavier, until you were on the floor, clutching the carpet in your hands, trying to calm back down. You were sobbing so hard that you didn’t even hear Robbie’s bare feet padding in the halls, and him stopping when he found you on the ground, in your costume.

  He didn’t say anything, only holding you as you cried, running his fingers over your hair, comforting you. You finally calmed down, and were reduced to sniffles. That’s also when you began to talk.

“Why do I have to be like this?” you asked him, seemingly, hands clutching his tank top.

“Everyone has insecurities. Society makes us, especially women feel like they have to look a certain way, act a certain way. You’re perfectly fine the way you are. You also just ate tomato soup and a sandwich, your belly is going to be a little bigger. That’s simply how humans are made, you can’t avoid it. You’re not ugly or gross for being human. Or for having a couple rolls, or stretch marks. They’re beautiful. You know I always love to see them. Doesn’t make you any less attractive.” he says, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

“Yeah, but why do I have to feel bad about it if it doesn’t matter.” you reply, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I told you, it’s society’s fault for doing that shite to you. It’s not your fault in the least. You’ve been taught to believe all of that. You’re not in the wrong here. You are beautiful, and nobody can take that away from you.” he says, tilting you to the side, looking you in the eyes.

  The two of you had a moment where there was almost silence, the only thing making noise were the kids outside, already in their costumes, cutely saying trick-or-treat. Your sniffles had subsided, and now your eyes were returning to their normal off-white color. Robbie put his fingers under your chin, and leaned towards you, kissing your lips full on. His hand slipped to the small of your back, holding you up. The two of you sat there, quiet in the gathering moonlight, still on the floor enjoying the company.

“You wanna get out of here, so I can get in my costume, and we can get gobsmacked with sweets?” Robbie asked, rubbing knuckles against yours.

“Sure, fuck it.” you say, smiling, grabbing his hand, and heading to the bathroom to get that fake blood, and put it to good use. 

  Robbie went into the bathroom after you, and soon enough, he came out, and that corset was hugging him in all of the right places. You grabbed your pumpkin basket, made of plants, and headed outside, elbows interlocked with Rob’s. The two of you headed to each house in the area, going “trick or treat” to each adult at the door, even getting giggles from little children. It began to rain, and the two of you ran into each puddle on purpose, getting completely soaked in the process. When you two got home, you rid yourselves of the homemade candy, cleaned it all off, and ate some of it. Just as it was reaching the early morning hours, the two of you went to sleep on the couch, snickers bar wrappers surrounding you.

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#robert sheehan fluff #robert sheehan x reader #robert sheehan imagine #halloween fic #spooky #self love #encouragement

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Gratefulness - Nik

[Woah, who’s this??? Jk it’s Nik. Nik is settled into his new environment by this time.]

also pinging @much-ado-about-whumping for “sartorial whump.” :)

CW: captivity, emotional whump, non-human whumpee, sartorial whump, cultural appropriation as whump, fantasy racism, angst, blink and you’ll miss it vague suicidal ideation, fear of Non-con (doesn’t happen)

Word Count ~2,600

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Nik reclined in the water, no longer trying to pretend he was anywhere else. No, he knew. He understood. He was in a cage. A large, well decorated, enchanted cage.

He would never be free.

He would never go back to his home, his homeland. He would never sit with his people or celebrate another festival. He would never finish his lessons or take on pupils of his own. He would never talk to Kia or his parents or his professors.

The only time he would feel the sun on his skin would be if he ever lost himself again. Only if his mind, too weak, too broken and empty, slipped away from him. Only if he was left in the dark until the darkness moved and the shadows became his reality. Only if the last part of himself was taken would he feel the sun again.

How much more could this Sorcerer, this vampire, take from him? He took tears, blood, life from him. He had taken freedom and freewill, autonomy and control. He had taken more than Nik knew he had to offer.

He had taken his mind.

When one takes another’s mind, are they ever truly able to give it back? Would one ever able to dust off the corners of their memories and pretend that they aren’t indebted forever? That without him, Nik would be nothing? He would be lost; dead to any form or purpose. A body with no resident, a hollow log not even fit to shield creatures from the cold winds.

The gratefulness was sharp and cut deep, deep into the mind he doubted was his.

If this man chose when to give and when to take it away, was it even Nik’s in the moments he had it? He had no control, no power to keep or give. It was not his choice to give it, and he had not wanted it back. No, he would have preferred oblivious nothing over a conscious existence of nothing. It had been a gift, but a gift he never asked for. A gift that he couldn’t give away. If his mind wasn’t his to give, then it wasn’t his to keep. He was merely allowed to continue to use it until the Sorcerer deemed him no longer useful.

Heavy thoughts weighed in his bones. He would be useful for years; more years than the human who would consume him. He was young, he was fit, and he would be taken care of. He would be well kept in this cage, by a man who saw him as nothing more than a tree that would bear fruit.

He would be tended to and pruned, until he was ripe to harvest. Again. And again.

What would happen to him when the human died? Would he be given off to another, and the cycle to begin anew? Or would he simply be left in his cage to rot?

Nik let the water wash over him and keep the questions at bay. He wished for anything, anything at all to distract himself with. A book or paper or games or even stones to sort and stack. Anything. Anything to keep away the questions that bit at him until his skin was raw.

Instead, he let the water of the pool and the illusion of sky distract him. He let the false breeze and the transplanted trees lull him into a sense of contentment.

At least it wasn’t the cell.

At least it wasn’t the workshop.

At least it wasn’t the dark.

Perhaps his distractions worked a little better than he thought.

“Oh good, you’ve bathed. I was a bit afraid I would have to do that myself.”

The Sorcerer startled him, and he dropped farther into the water, nose barely above the surface. He eyed the man warily, feeling incredibly exposed.

“Come with me. And be quick, I have other things to attend to.”

Nik glanced pointedly to his clothes then back to the man, sending a clear message. He would not be getting out with an audience. The man rolled his eyes and turned back to give him some privacy.

Without trying to dry off, he pulled on the trousers he had been given immediately. The shirt gave him some trouble as it tried to stick to him, catching on his wet skin and twisting around his arms. His hands shook from nerves and shock, and his trembling fingers didn’t help him untangle the mess. In the end, it took him too long and the Sorcerer lost patience. He turned and saw Nik, half in his shirt.

“Close enough, lets go. You won’t need the clothes anyway.”

Nik froze.

He froze and his breathing froze with him. No, was all his panicked mind could supply. The man sighed, grabbed his arm, and dragged him out. Nik felt too numb to protest.

And protesting never worked anyway.

The Sorcerer guided him out of the safety of his cage and into the large mansion. They neared the hallway to the workshop, and Nik found the cutting edge of gratefulness again. It would be pain, but he had dealt with the pain before.

And then they turned. They turned and Nik’s breath escaped his chest. This hallway was one he had never seen before, as most of the hallways were. His heartbeat faster, but he told himself it was nothing. A different room. The same method as the workshop, but simply in a different room. He peaked through an open door in the hallway.

A bedroom.

The man opened another door and lightly pushed Nik inside when he didn’t immediately enter. Nik fell to the ground and curled into himself. No, no no nonono please gods don’t.

Tears welled in his eyes and he tried to remind himself that he would survive this. He would survive because the man didn’t want him dead. He would survive to be useful another day. He would survive and heal and make it through even this.

But knowing he would survive didn’t rid him of the horror that wrapped its tendrils around the mind that wasn’t his and the body that was pushed past the point of exhaustion.

“You just bathed, get off the ground,” sighed the Sorcerer, reaching down to pull him up. Nik jerked away and wrapped his chest with his arms, a sob escaping.

“Please, please don’t. I’ll give you what you want; I’ll give you anything else you want, but don’t do this. Please, gods, do anything else. Please.”

The Sorcerer’s brow furrowed as he looked down on the trembling, weeping form in front of him.

A laugh broke the silence.

“Oh, you poor creature, you think I’m going to bed you? I don’t make it a habit of sleeping with little forest mongrels like yourself.” He crouched down and lifted Nik’s chin, admiring the fear and panic that shone in his eyes like the tears that streamed down his face.

Like the rest of the boy’s emotions, it was so thick in the air it was almost palpable.

“Besides, I don’t believe you would be very responsive anyway.” He thumbed away a tear and made a note to explore this particular fear in the future, to see if it could be of some use to him.  

Gratefulness cuts deeper each time.

For the first time, Nik looked around the room as the Sorcerer stood. It wasn’t even a bedroom, instead a large closet. Nik thought absently of his own clothes, and the clothes that he had been given. There was no way to tell how long he had been held here, but he had gone through a few sets of clothing.

He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms and tried to focus on this. On the clothes and the statement that the man wasn’t interested in forest mongrels like him. His breathing calmed.

A hand combed through his hair.

“There were braids in your hair when I got you. Did you do those?”

Nik lifted his head in weak indignation. Did I do the braids that were in my hair? What kind of question is that; it’s my hair. Of course I did them.

“Yes,” he stated dryly. The Sorcerer tsked and continued to run his hand through Nik’s hair.

“They looked exotic; you’ll do them again. I must also find something for you to wear. I want you to be eye catching and curious.”

Nik’s brow creased and he twitched his head away from the man’s fingers. What was happening? The Sorcerer never felt the need to play dress up with him before.

“A shame the clothes got ruined. I would have loved to keep it all original, but I’m sure I’ll come up with something,” he said, mostly to himself, as he turned and walked over to the dresser. Nik watched him go, feeling his face heat slightly.

“Now, I really would prefer for it be authentic, but the clothes you had are nothing but rags now. Can you make more?”

A direct question, but more were raised in the asking. Nik chose his words carefully, acutely aware of how vulnerable he was.

“I don’t make my own clothes,” he stated slowly as he looked up the man.

The Sorcerer looked slightly surprised and Nik grew more confused. To his knowledge, there were plenty of humans who also didn’t make their clothes.

“Then where do you get them?”

Nik’s brow furrowed and there were a few moments where he couldn’t quite find words.

“The… the tailor?”  

The Sorcerer laughed and Nik leaned away.

“The tailor! Oh of course you do. Is there a shop? Perhaps a little marketplace with a bakery and a butcher, too?” he laughed, mocking words digging deeper under Nik’s skin. He scowled and kept his gaze steady.

“Yes?” He forced out, sharpening his eyes. “We are a fully functioning society.” The moment after the words left his mouth, Nik reconsidered the biting tone, but the Sorcerer didn’t seem to notice. Or care. He simply laughed harder.

“Oh come now! You can’t be surprised. Next you’re going to tell me that wild hogs have a parliament and that the birds have a royal guard.”

Nik set his jaw, looked away, and tried not to choke on his own helplessness. Stuck as a prisoner - but no he was less than a prisoner to this man. He was closer to the level of livestock in the man’s eye.

But he wasn’t livestock; his people were not livestock. They were refined and cultured and respected. Centuries ago, they had tried to interact with humans, but it had ended badly. It had ended with bloodshed and hatred, so they had cut all ties. They had vanished back into the forest and this vampire had no right to say they were no different to wild beasts.

“We were here long before humans,” Nik growled. “We’re older than you, we’re more knowledgeable than you, and we’re more powerful than you; don’t forget that. We could easily be saying the same about you.”

That was a step too far.

The man backhanded his across the face, snapping Nik’s head to the side and knocking him off balance from surprise. He cupped his cheek and rested his forehead against the cold stone floor. A shoe pressed down on the back of his neck and a small whimper escaped his throat.

“As amusing as it can be, I’m getting tired of that tongue of yours. Understand?”

There was a threat hidden in there, and Nik caught it. He nodded, all too aware of the heel digging into his neck. As resigned as he was to the pain, he shouldn’t be instigating more pain.  

“There will be a punishment for this little outburst, but later. Now, if you are such an ancient people, then you’ve attended ball before, haven’t you?” he asked as he released Nik, who stayed on the ground.

The mocking way he said ancient people bit at Nik, but he nodded regardless. He had been to celebrations and parties, but never a ball.

“Then you will prepare yourself for one. A noble in a neighboring area has begun to brag that he has the most exotic animal in his possession, and I will correct him. I want your most refined clothes; celebratory robes or something of that kind. You insist rather strongly that you have a culture, so I want you to show it. Everything that you need is here. If you need otherwise, then reconsider.”

Nik didn’t look up; he didn’t react to the order that had been given. The words exotic animal had stuck in his head and he was only half certain he had heard the rest. That was it, wasn’t it? That was all that he was worth to this man. A thing that he could show off and pull out to trump anyone who dared to say otherwise.

The tip of the Sorcerer’s shoe nudged his wrist, and he sat up. The man grabbed his wrist and tapped the bracelet against the cuff before dropping his arm. Nik felt the difference immediately as the cuffs allowed more of his magic into his grasp. Not enough to do anything dangerous, not after he had tried to attack the man so long ago, but enough for him to feel stronger.  To remember how much had been taken away.

The man grabbed his chin and forced eye contact. “That is for altering the clothes. If you do anything else or lift a finger against me, any leeway will be removed until you’re too weak to even kneel.”

Nik swallowed and looked down. Of course; his magic wasn’t his anymore. Nothing was.

The Sorcerer left Nik in the floor and he heard the lock of the door behind him. A sour feeling grew inside him. A ball? That would mean other people. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to remember the last time he saw another person besides the Sorcerer. It would have been the serving girl, but she hadn’t come to him in months; not since he was moved to his new cage.

There was another problem, the problem of his robes. The man wanted to show him off, wanted to show off the exotic pet that he had. Nik scoffed and corrected himself. No, he wasn’t a pet. He was an animal, a creature, a little forest mongrel.

A part of him screamed that he would rather go back in the darkness, loose himself entirely before he was used as a doll to mock his people. His traditions were no party trick, no cute favor to bring out to be oohed and awed over.

But another part, a selfish part of him, longed for the comfort that it would bring. The feeling of confidence in clothes that he chose, clothes that made him feel comfortable and like himself. Like the Nik from before, from before they ran and from before he was taken. He hadn’t even tried to put braids in his hair while he was here, and he missed them. He missed the care that he had taken in this appearance and the pride that he had felt from it.

Nik peaked into the closet and a sly though crept in. The Sorcerer knew nothing of his people; of what they wore or what it looked like. He could wear anything and simply state it was whatever the man had wanted. Perhaps, for tonight, he could have both.

Nik would give another piece of himself to keep his culture out of the vampire’s grimy hands.

He rolled his eyes to himself as he stood and began to gather the needed pieces. Always the martyr.

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Whumptober Day 15: Your Blood On My Lips

Summary: Written for Whumptober Day 15. Set in a Modern Vampire AU. A human/vampire relationship is taboo amongst vampires as it endangers the long-kept secret of their existence and as a result, humans simply don't survive these relationships for long. After spending the last five years with Astrid, it finally catches up with him, too.

Rating: Mature

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Words: 4 204

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: "Magical Healing”

Whumpee: Hiccup

Author’s Notes: Written for the Whumptober prompt "Magical Healing" because that is technically what happens here, which is why it's not an actual death fic.

Was really excited to get this one done when I first started it, but then I suddenly lost motivation for it and finished it TODAY. Hopefully, it won't be too obvious. :'D

But hey! I reached the halfway point of Whumptober! That's exciting!

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

Enjoy!

Ao3

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Long after midnight, Hiccup is still up and awake. Having been working on an art commission at this hour, he straightens in his chair and stretches his back before following that up by rubbing the back of his neck.

He's so stiff and he shouldn't still be up at this hour as there is plenty of time for him to be working on this paid commission. It's supposed to be a digital art piece of a dragon that he'd promised by the end of the week.

But then again, that isn't the only reason why he hasn't gone to bed yet as there is still one other reason why.

He's waiting for someone, the love of his life, and she should be here soon.

As a matter of fact, she just got home. He can tell by the soft opening and closing of the front door of their shared apartment, but that is about the only way he can tell. And all because she wants him to know when she's home instead of sneaking up on him like some kind of intruder. Thankfully, those days are far behind them.

He doesn't hear her footsteps in the hallway or the door to their living room opening.

"You're still up." He just hears her voice and feels her hands glide down from his shoulders followed by a peck on the top of his head as she stands behind him.

"You're back!" Hiccup remarks happily and looks up to face Astrid, his girlfriend. His hands are on hers. Hers are quite cool while his are always warm, something she quite likes.

"I am. Not as early as I intended to be, but I'm here now." She tells him, smiling.

"You know you don't need to wait up for me."

"I know I don't, which doesn't mean that I won't." He tells her in return and a kiss is placed on his lips this time. He returns it because how can he not.

They break apart and smile. Her piercingly blue eyes that almost seem to glow gaze down at him while strands of her hair fall down from the sides of her face.

"You are adorable when you look at me as if you're lovesick," Astrid tells him, similarly as engrossed in his beauty as he is caught in hers. Her fingers run through his hair, playing with the wild locks. It's from the dragon-riding, though Toothless isn't allowed to leave the Dragon Sanctuary he lives on.

"As if?" He asks and takes her hand into his own.

Astrid smiles down at him, but then it falters just a tad bit as something pops into her mind, like a reminder. She bites her bottom lip, both out of growing excitement and a slight bit of guilt.

As they haven't changed position at all, Hiccup can't help but notice.

"Hey, I recognize that face. You know you can ask, right? I'm feeling better." He tells her, his neck starting to hurt from all it's been through this evening.

"And you know that I don't want to take more than necessary." She responds, reminding him of her vow to never take more than she needs to, though she hungers.

"But you need it. I can see that you do." His hand strokes her forearm, which is just as cold as her hand is, just as cold as the rest of her is.

She can't argue with him on that. She's been feeling a little weak, a little under the weather, and that means she needs to feed. She needs blood and Hiccup is always ready to offer up his own.

She's a vampire, has been at least for the past couple of decades, maybe a century. She doesn't really care how long it's been, she hasn't cared about time ever since she got turned. Not until she met Hiccup about five years ago when he was 20 years old.

"You're welcome to my blood, you always are." Hiccup tells her, encouraging her to take care of her needs.

"Okay, fine, if you're being this insistent." Astrid straightens and moves to his front. Her eyes never leave his as she walks with a look of both love and a deep desire in them.

Hiccup watches her with slight nervousness, never quite certain what to expect from her. He's been through this a million times by now, but it's still a little bit of a surprise every time. It's her method, that's what changes every time just a bit.

This night, she goes for the direct approach, climbing up on his desk chair with him and straddling his lap. She presses their bodies together and then their foreheads. She can almost feel his pulse against her unmoving chest.

"Thank you for always welcoming me." Astrid thanks him, more grateful than she can ever express.

Smiling, Hiccup wraps his arms around her.

"Of course, I love you." He shrugs, feeling like this is only natural. She'll always be welcome to their home and to him.

Astrid places a peck on his lips, another one he returns, and then she places a hand on his jawline while he cocks his head to the side at the same time. It happens so smoothly, it tells of how many times they've done this before.

Licking the front of her teeth and then her lips, her fangs grow in the excitement of what she's about to do. Bringing her mouth closer to his neck, she lets those fangs caress his neck, forcing him to take a deep breath.

Gently grasping his hair, Astrid pulls his head to the side and places feathery kisses on the side of his neck, taking her time before she bites down and makes her fangs sink into his flesh.

They dig into his neck and Hiccup's body naturally jumps at the pain. He's still holding onto her, hands on her hips to keep himself grounded, as his blood leaves his body to feed and strengthen her. He can feel it leaving him, can feel her draining him. He knows better than to fear for his life, but the instinct to escape from her remains.

He can't deny the rush this gives him, however. It's like jumping from a cliff without ever needing to leave the comfort of his own home. His heart is pounding, it's pounding so loud. But then, he's already full of bitemarks, so he's not unfamiliar with this sensation and he expects it, anticipates it.

There are more than one on the sides of his throat, one side having a few more than the other. One on a shoulder that was put there simply for fun during a moment much more intimate than this. His wrists carry a few of these marks, too, and there is even one mark on a thigh of his. That spot, like his shoulder, wouldn't provide Astrid with any blood either and had been put there purely out of lust.

She likes seeing those marks on him and they will probably stay there for the remainder of his life. They've taken to calling them lovebites and it isn't far from the truth.

Astrid's eyes closed, she can feel him trembling beneath her, can detect his quickened pulse, can hear the barely repressed moans of pain, discomfort, and enjoyment. Hopefully, the neighbors can't hear them like last time.

He doesn't have a bite kink, not quite, but there is still something he's getting out of this. Something only Astrid can give him.  There is something intimate about this, something only the two of them can have.

Once fed and back to her original strength, Astrid leaves his neck, and her tongue licks at the blood escaping from the bite mark. She can feel the rush in her body as her significant other's blood revitalizes her.

"Are you okay?" She asks, whispering in his ear, and feels Hiccup nod.

Pulling back, she gazes at his slightly paler complexion, the sweat on his brow, the shivering of his body, the blood running down his neck in a thin line and nearly reaching the collar of his shirt.

She's always liked seeing him this way, trembling beneath her and his blood staining his skin. But only like this, when it's something he has welcomed her to.

Seeing the look in her eyes, Hiccup lets out a breathy chuckle.

"You are such a sadist." He tells her.

"Hiccup, you know I don't do this without you telling me it's okay," Astrid responds with a laugh of her own. And then she leans down again and rubs her nose against his.

"Besides if this makes me a sadist, what exactly does that make you?" She asks, her voice low. Hiccup smiles up at her.

"Tired, for one!" Astrid returns it and moves off him.

"You need some help getting to bed?" She offers, holding a hand of his as she figures he won't be getting up when he feels so weak. Not with his prosthetic.

"I would like to get to the couch. It's movie night!"

"It's almost 3 am," Astrid argues. No way are they pulling another all-nighter, if he even makes it that far.

"Perfect time for a movie, then!" Hiccup insists on having one. There aren't a lot of things a vampire-human couple can do without drawing attention to themselves. So when a movie night arrives, Hiccup looks forward to having them.

Ah, dork. it's the only thing Astrid can think as she relents.

"Fine, movie night." She sighs, knowing he'll be out like a light in less than half an hour.

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Knowing that vampires exist means knowing that there are vampire communities everywhere and that means knowing that the occasional dirty look he gets is from a vampire who knows he shouldn't even be alive. And since Berk has grown from a small fishing town to a slightly bigger fishing town, that means he knows they are here, too.

And seeing him, well, that just makes some of them so angry.

Because there is a reason why every living human still believes they are made up stories and that's simply because humans don't tend to live for very long after they find out. So why should he be any different?

At the very least, he can take comfort in the fact that he may very well be the record holder for "longest-lived human who knows vampires exist". Not the catchiest title, but a title nonetheless.

It's late one night when he's closing up Gobber's blacksmithing and mechanics shop that he feels like he's being watched. Though always on his guard, he doesn't have any reason to think that there's actually something there. All he has to go on is the tingling feeling of eyes watching his back and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

He rolls the garage door down and takes a look behind him, seeing nothing but a streetlight and an empty field as Gobber's is quite isolated. Right next door, there is a gas station, probably the only one in the entire town, but that isn't too comforting.

Seeing nothing behind him, Hiccup decides to take a chance and crouches down to lock the place up with a heavy padlock before heading home for the night.

But then he stands back up and there is a man now standing there, under the light of the nearest streetlight and Hiccup jumps at the sudden appearance. He hadn't heard any footsteps at all.

It's a man, someone he only vaguely recognizes as being from around here. And a vampire, too. The unnatural silence in his sneak gives him away.

"So you're him?" The man asks, no greeting or anything. Never in his entire life, has Hiccup ever heard so much contempt be spoken in three simple words.

Two more people appear and Hiccup only vaguely recognizes them as also being from around here. They definitely dress the part of local vampire. So does Astrid, so maybe that's a vampire thing.

"Hi-him?" He asks, stuttering. He knows that there is no use hiding his growing apprehension from them, they can tell either way.

"Astrid's blood bag."

Hiccup stares at the three, unable to form any sort of meaningful reply. The insult, while on the more unusual side, is not appreciated. It makes him feel like a piece of meat and not as eye candy, but as one meant to be eaten.

Not taking his eyes off them, Hiccup attempts to back away, but hits the garage door and it rattles behind him. They've got him cornered.

"Are you scared?" The one left of him asks as the three stalk closer, nonchalantly approaching as if they aren't planning on ripping his throat out. That or sucking him dry of everything he has.

"When three complete strangers paler than my bleak life expectancy corner me in the wee hours of the night? Not at all!" Hiccup replies, inching towards the shop's door, which he hadn't locked yet.

"Oh look, this one's got jokes, fun." The woman on the right remarks.

"Ah well, what's the point of facing death if you're not going to have at least a little bit of fun? You know, before life flashes before my eyes and I take my very, very last breath." He reaches the door as he talks, planning on diving inside, locking it behind him, and hoping that'll buy him enough time to grab something to defend himself with.

It's not like he's completely unprepared, he's known since Astrid told him what she was that this day, or night, would come.

"Last breath, yes. But it'll take a while." The middle vampire says and as he licks his front teeth and his fangs appear, appear on all of them, Hiccup takes this as his cue that things are about to go down.

As all three of them hiss at him, Hiccup throws the door behind him open, hurrying it closed behind him and locking it. Safe for now.

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When Hiccup is late that night, Astrid worries. It's not like he hasn't been late before, but knowing the taboo nature of their relationship and those who are against it, she can't help but worry.

She decides to check out Gobber's workshop first, knowing that was where he was supposed to work this afternoon and evening. Sometimes Hiccup can lose himself in a project or job and he needs someone to tear him away from it, she hopes that is what is going on here.

But then she arrives and sees the door to the shop broken open. And if her heart were still beating, it would've stopped.

"Hiccup," She mutters, panic setting in, and she rushes inside. Whether this is a simple burglary or her worst fear come true, she doesn't need to think of her safety. What worries her the most is Hiccup's.

Her worst fear is that vampires are here, that one or more have come to do what Astrid has been refusing to do; finish him off.

She enters the workshop and finds chaos as glass cracks beneath her feet. Not quite like someone ransacked the place in search of valuables, but still messier than she's used to.

"Hiccup?!" Usually, she wouldn't just call out like that, but she can't hear anything and can only conclude that, whatever danger has been here, has already gone.

Hiccup doesn't respond.

So he managed to get away? He's had to, right? Otherwise, this place wouldn't be so quiet and it would be crawling with live vampires.

Is it silly to hope that's what happened? That Hiccup got away and is on his way home now?

But then something catches the corner of her eyes and she looks over, spotting a pair of legs lying on the concrete floor.

The shoes and jeans, they don't look like anything her boyfriend would wear and so she knows that it can't possibly be him, but that only comforts her for so much.

She comes over, caring little for what she thinks can only have been someone with ill-intention, but still needing to take a look as the body may be able to tell her something.

And tell her something it does.

What's lying dead before her in the doorway leading to a small storage area is a male vampire, she can see the fangs and she can see the wooden stake. Though seeing one of the few things that can kill her stuck in another of her kind's chest can still send chills down her spine, what makes her feel cold the most is that only one person could've put that there.

After she told him what she was and that their relationship means others like her might come to kill him, she'd told him to keep a stake, garlic, any and all vampire repellants somewhere closeby. So when she isn't around, he can still protect himself.

He thought it was ridiculous at first, why would anyone be coming for someone as harmless as him? But it turns out he has listened to her concerns.

And clearly, it worked, clearly, he managed to take at least one down by his own hand before he was... So where did he go?

The sound of shuffling and something metal falling to the floor reaches her ear.

"As-Ast-trid?" A wheezy voice reaches her and only because her hearing is exceptional. It's so quiet.

She looks over, gaze traveling deeper into the storage area, and she finds someone lying in a pool of his own blood.

"Hiccup!" She shouts and hurries over, jumping over the dead body to reach him.

He's lying on the ground in a corner, curled up after having slid down from the shelves he was leaning against. She can tell from the red smeared on them.

She kneels by him, helping him when he makes a move to sit up.

"There-there were... There were vampires, three of them. I-"

"Shhh, we'll talk about this later, we need to get you to the hospital." As she's helping him up, getting him to lean onto her and wrapping an arm around his shoulders, she looks at the blood quickly covering her and her clothes.

This time it doesn't make her heart flutter in want and the urge to lick it up and savor every drop of his essence isn't there. Though she's a vampire, all of this blood isn't doing anything for her. As much as she likes the taste of him, this only disturbs her.

There's so much of it.

"Where are you hurt?" She asks, knowing they need to put pressure on the bleeding if they want him to survive. She searches and finds his hand clutching a completely soaked cloth to the side of his throat, exactly where she had bitten him last days earlier.

"Oh no," She gasps and doesn't dare remove his hand to take a peek.

He's not going to make it, she won't get him to a hospital in time. He's already on the verge of bleeding out.

Looking at his face, she can see him slowly blinking, struggling to stay awake.

She's going to lose him. If she doesn't do anything now, he's going to die.

"Hiccup, Babe, I need to hear you say it!" She tells him, reminding him that she can't do anything unless he invites her, too. She has bound herself to this vow after she was turned, she can never break it.

Hiccup gazes up at her, eyes glazing over as he's losing focus.

"Hiccup, you have to give me your consent!" She tells him again.

Slowly, despite his struggles to stay awake, he's going limp in her arms and Astrid watches on in horror, his weight becoming heavier, head resting on her shoulder.

She's losing him.

She's losing him!

But then finally, with his dying breath.

"You're-you're always... You're always w-welcome t... to me." He's giving her his consent. He's agreeing to stepping into this new unknown with her and that is all she needs.

His hand fruitlessly stopping the bleeding falls and his neck is exposed, the horrible wound there is revealed. Astrid leans forward and sinks her teeth into his neck, creating the last bitemark that will ever mark his body. This time not to drink, but to give him a little part of herself that will return him that twinkle in his eyes.

There is no reaction, he doesn't startle like he usually would. There is nothing left inside of him, nothing but the slowly dying embers of his life.

Though the living dead, there are still plenty of tears for her to shed.

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Days later, they're back in their apartment.

That evening, Astrid managed to bring Hiccup back home and put him to bed after cleaning him, dressing him, and treating his injuries. Not the easiest things to do with a dead weight. She also succeeded in getting back to Gobber's shop and removing the dried blood after hours of intense scrubbing.

But now at home, she's sitting by him, watching him almost every hour of the night. The dark curtains have been closed to keep out as much of the sun as she can.

She has bitten him and this time not just to feed. But turning is a process and it always takes a while. It had taken her an entire week. He hasn't grown stiff yet and that means something has interrupted the decaying process. A good thing, it means that she now has to wait until he wakes up again.

Astrid strokes his pale face with the back of her fingers, caressing his cold skin and feeling guilty for being unable to protect him. They took every measurement they could take and Astrid couldn't stay with him 24/7, but though she knows this, she still feels responsible.

She dressed him in his nightwear as if he's just asleep and his throat is bandaged. She doesn't know how that wound will heal after he's turned.

His wrists, they're tied to the bed as you can never know how a newly turned vampire is going to react. He could be completely fine or he could be mad with hunger. Astrid vaguely remembers having lost control when she first woke up.

Then his eyes open and the moment of truth has finally arrived after five days of waiting. Astrid stands up from her chair to settle on the edge of the bed, leaning over him with a hand on the mattress.

"Astrid?" Though confused at first, his eyes find hers and he says her name.

Astrid is relieved and smiles. For a moment in that shop, she feared she would never get to hear him say her name ever again and she's been dying to hear it since.

"Hey there, how're you feeling." She asks and brushes his hair out of the way.

"I don't know... Weird? I thought I was going to die, but then again, I'm not really alive anymore either, am I?" He asks and Astrid doesn't miss the sad tone in his voice.

They both wanted him to live, but this didn't need to happen. He's going to grieve the loss of his own life. Astrid has been through the exact same thing, there's always a grieving process.

Pulling on his wrists, Hiccup finds them tied and he gives Astrid a look, who responds to with a smile before she unties them. So far Hiccup seems to be in control of himself, it's safe to release him.

"I'm sorry for tying you up. You can never tell how a new vampire is going to react when they wake up." She explains and Hiccup sits up, rubbing his wrists.

He thinks for a moment, hands stilling and ending up on his lap. He feels weird and is suddenly very aware of the lack of beating that's going on inside his chest. He's not breathing either, something he also just realized. He's talking without the need for air. Is there anything about vampires that makes scientifically sense?

"This is going to take some time to get used to, huh?" He asks, confused about his feelings concerning this sudden new life of his. Astrid quietly nods, knowing it will.

They've never talked about turning him before. Though they've had plenty of talks about vampires in general, they never talked about whether he would ever end up being turned or if he would get to grow old as a mortal human. He hasn't even given the matter any thought, so he doesn't know how to feel about this.

He does know something, though. He's grateful to Astrid for saving him.

He takes her hand and holds it in his lap, Astrid squeezes it.

"Thank you for saving me. No matter what happens from now on, I'll always be thankful. I wouldn't be here anymore if it weren't for you." He shares his gratitude with her, gazing at her with all the love his unbeating heart has for her.

They kiss and this time Hiccup's lips are just as cold as hers. She'll miss his warmth, but she also finds that she doesn't mind. He's still with her and that's all that matters.

#whumptober2020 #no.15 #magical healing #httyd #how to train your dragon #fanfics #tw: blood #tw: biting #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #hiccstrid #hiccup whump #vampires #au #alternate universe #modern au #vampire au #vampire!astrid #my fanfics #your blood on my lips

[grayhouse3]

SJTR is my villain origin story

So I finished Stalking Jack the Ripper.

Originally I told myself that I was going to just stick it out and read the next one (“Oh, it’s about vampires and Dracula. It’s probably more fun. You can forget all about the pain this one inflicted on you"). No. I got 12% of the way through and had to DNF. So here are my messily compiled thoughts on the book, basically expanded from the last post. Honestly, kind of feel free knowing I won’t be writing more about this series. (Also I am adding some TWs down below but don't know if I am doing them right!)

More on the exoticism, weirdness with Audrey Rose's Indian mother, and the British Empire:

In chapter 14, we read, "Dark strands of hair were piled atop my head, my eyes more mysterious somehow with the dark liner, and my lips were the bright crimson of freshly spilled blood … I thought of my mother and the saris she’d brought me to wear from Grandmama’s homeland. I felt just as stunning now as I did then, and the memory warmed me.” I am still trying to figure out why Maniscalco made Audrey Rose mixed race. Why is Audrey Rose’s grandmother from India? Literally, what did it add to the story? Was it nothing more than just a cute lil quirky fun character trait to her? I don’t think I missed any key moments where there were important conversations about race, imperialism, British occupation, etc., mostly because Audrey Rose’s father (a big fancy rich lord) is a white man and because Audrey Rose is white-passing. I can’t recall any moments in the book where she faces the realities/consequences of being a socially mobile POC WOMAN in LONDON IN THE 1880s. Honestly, if someone else can point out a passage I glossed over or explain some nuance I missed I would actually really appreciate it, because this drove me CRAZY.

(Audrey Rose and her brother also go visit a circus in town in chapter 15; of course these events existed purely for England/colonizing countries to exercise and display their power and to exoticize/exploit the communities/cultures that they came into contact with. Audrey Rose sees silks, beads, etc. that remind her of her grandmother’s saris, smells the foods of her family’s “homeland,” etc. Also in the same chapter there’s this great scene where her brother is describing their mother and father’s marriage: “Grandmama told me she’d refused him twenty times just for fun,” Nathaniel replied. “Said he squirmed like a cobra in a basket. That’s how she knew he was in love.” Uhhh … Is that supposed to be romantic?)

On the feminism stuff:

I am too *gestures vaguely* to write much more on this. Yeah, it’s heavy-handed. Yeah, it’s cringey. But at the end of the day, it’s not really that harmful, I guess. Here’s just a fun sampling of some of my favorite lines from the book:A few of my favorite bites from the book:

***“close-minded society” (chapter 21) Okay

***"Why turn a murderer of women into front-page news?” (chapter 15) Bro do you know how the media works

***"But what of her [mother’s] insistence that I could be both strong and beautiful? Surely Father had to be wrong.” (chapter 21) Yes girl you are strong and beautiful!

***"There would be no skirts or bustles to wrangle with anymore. I was through with things confining me” (chapter 22) Ugh down with corsets just another tool of the patriarchy amirite

On the violence against women, weird classism, and stuff about prostitution:

I was bound to be uncomfortable about a lot of this because I have weird feelings about true crime stuff, and this is historical fiction set around the Jack the Ripper murders. It was going to go sour somewhere.

Consistently Audrey Rose wants to be sympathetic, but is unable to connect all the parts of this situation together: she struggles to imagine the women (very real-life victims) beyond their lives of prostitution, poverty, squalor. When she does, we see something like this: "The women he murdered did matter ... They were daughters and wives and mothers and sisters” (chapter 28). Oftentimes she wishes she could continue to cut cadavers open in peace (women in science!) without having to think about how those cadavers came to be on her examination table: “I needed to get away from those women and their tragic lives before my emotions got the better of me” (chapter 25). Perhaps Maniscalco deserves more credit here, and perhaps I’m just being a bitch, because Audrey Rose is a very privileged girl and her actions and thoughts make that clear. It’s just that the conclusions she comes to in the name of feminism, justice, etc. weren’t at all satisfying to me.

Also: OH MY GOD. Oh my god. There is this one moment that is BRANDED AGAINST THE GRAY MATTER OF MY BRAIN FOREVER and I will never forget it. At one point, Audrey Rose and love interest Thomas decide the best thing they can do is go out and—yes—stalk Jack the Ripper. To do this, they know they need to “blend in” with the crowds in East End. So … like … cosplaying as poor people? Audrey Rose manages to find and wear the dress of ONE OF THE MURDER VICTIMS (long story short her medical doctor uncle was in a relationship with this woman and when she died he acquired her worldly possessions). It’s like, so fucked up, I can’t even describe my reaction when I read it. In chapter 25 we read, "The dress was a little too old, a little too ragged, a bit too big. If I were to wear this ghastly dress out, I’d look as if I belonged in the East End, begging for work to feed my addictions … It was absolutely perfect.” Oh my god. And THAT’S NOT EVEN THE WORST PART. While they’re “stalking Jack the Ripper” on this incredibly stupid mission, the two main characters just … make out in an alley. Like, okay. People are being murdered and you’re wearing a dead woman’s dress and you suspect your father of being guilty, but yeah, that kind of stuff makes us all a little horny. Super relatable. Absolutely no concept of reality or consequences or anything at all.

Another random note on class: I noticed the only time Maniscalco writes in dialects/accents, she’s writing seedy/working-class characters. Not saying this is a problem unique to Maniscalco’s writing by a longshot, but ... something to think on. (I think it’s ingrained in a lot of author’s writing habits/minds at this point.)

Weird stuff about the dad, the brother, and what justice means to Audrey Rose:

I had to add a whole new highlighting color for this stuff!

Any growth Audrey Rose might’ve shown over the course of the novel—anything about how these women mattered, and how they deserved justice as any “highborn” individual might, simply by dint of being humans—goes away when she and Thomas come to the conclusion that the Ripper murders must have been committed by Audrey Rose’s father. She realizes her moral dilemma when she contends with the harsh reality: if her father is the Ripper, can she turn him into the authorities? Audrey Rose worries how that might impact her own moral virtue: "They’d hang Father. Given who he was, they’d make it as public and brutal as possible. Just because blood might stain his hands did not mean I wanted his on mine. No matter if it was right or wrong” (chapter 24). First of all, BITCH. You have to. You have to report this kind of thing. No ifs, ands, or buts. I HAVE to imagine Maniscalco’s intended audience would feel the same? It’s? Serial murder? Second: Audrey Rose, baby, sweetie, honey. This is just a reminder that ACAB. I actually don’t know a whole lot about how the late Victorian criminal justice system functioned, but something tells me her family's public outlook would’ve been less bleak than she imagines here.

Lucky for Audrey Rose, her dad isn’t guilty in the end—but her brother sure is. He’s a mad scientist, using the brutalized bodies and souvenirs of his victims for Frankenstein-style experiments. Ultimately, he wants to reanimate the corpse of his and Audrey Rose’s long-dead mother, and he believes he can achieve this by transplanting fresh organs into ? Her dead and decomposed body? The thing is that, this moral dilemma persists for Audrey Rose—and her dad, too. He pressures her not to bring the little matter of Nathaniel’s issue—you know, his casual murder of a number of local women—to Scotland Yard: “They’ll have your brother hanged,” he said quietly. “Could you honestly watch that happen? As a family, have we not suffered enough?” (chapter 29). Nathaniel electrocutes himself to evade capture by the authorities, and Audrey Rose and her father feel relief. The book ends by confirming that "Lord Edmund covered up Nathaniel’s involvement, I didn’t ask how. One day I’d let everyone know the truth, but the pain was too raw now” (chapter 30).

((Side note: Listen. I knew Nathaniel had something sinister going on from the GET-GO (I’m not trying to be obnoxious) because he basically started some nighttime vigilante group called the Whitechapel Knights of Justice or whatever bullshit, I don’t know. All I know is that my red flags IMMEDIATELY started going off because that sounds exactly like the terrible and awful Crusader cosplay clubs from my (bad) Catholic childhood, where everyone thinks they’re a knight for Good but really they’re the bad guy.))

Overall, kind of ...

I think one of my biggest issues with this ending was … You have already stepped into a realm of fantastical revisionist history here in writing such a fictionalized version of these real-life events. (I know Maniscalco is far from the first to do it.) That means that the rules you are playing by are essentially your own—evidenced by the liberties she points out in her Author’s/Historical note (dates changed for convenience or storytelling purposes, real-life individuals changed for narrative purposes, etc.). So WHY would you not conclude this fantasy retelling of the Jack the Ripper murders by meting out some form of justice? I hear the counterargument: "Well, because we still don’t know the culprit today. This book would ring hollow if it named someone since historians, forensic scientists, etc. still don’t know who committed these crimes." My question: is that really a problem though? This is a work of fiction. Nothing in history happened the way it is written here. Is it crueler to the women who were murdered and who remain spectacles for true crime junkies and authors like this, less satisfying to readers who want some more concrete kind of closure, to not offer that up? I am asking this in earnest here, because I don’t know. Maybe it is insensitive to make up a murderer, to fill in the gaps in order to make sense of the violence that happened. But in my brain it feels almost like a responsibility at this point, since these murders served as the backdrop for the romance between Audrey Rose and Thomas, for the background to Audrey Rose’s empty feminist diatribes, and as inspiration for a book that went on far longer than it needed to. To me it kind of feels like the least an author could do, but I have no clue.

Anyways, I'm just glad I get to put this series to bed. No more.I truly lost sleep over it this weekend. Onto something better, please, for the love of god.

#mnc reads #mnc writes #stalking jack the ripper #sjtr #I dont know what to tag this as but I dont want to leave anything out! #tw death #tw suicice #body horror #violence #classism #I guess #racism #maybe #I dont know #Im sorry

[emiwrites3reads]

His Mate Pt.2

In a world where werewolves has mates, klaus never believed he had had, and if he did that are long gone and wouldn’t want him. That is until he runs from his father and runs in a a young werewolf at the Salvatore house.

Note: there won’t be any smut in this, I don’t write smut nor do I know how to sorry.

Part one: https://emiwrites3reads.tumblr.com/post/189673458016/his-mate-pt1

His mate masterlist; https://emiwrites3reads.tumblr.com/post/190164847716/his-mate-masterlist

Warning: none

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The worst thing about being trapped in a house with two originals? Everything. The taunting every thing you do, staring at you like your steak, and just being annoying.

“I’m suprised Elena still loves you Stephen, oooh and Damon, still single? What a shame, although it makes sense” Klaus says in a sing song voice. Y/n wolf feels on edge, when he’s near, when he’s away, when he speaks, yet his scent is somewhat soothing, which she will never admit to.

“Now tell me little wolf, what about you? Any secret love affairs? Oooh maybe you like Stephen? Damon?” It takes everything for y/n to not turn around and snap is neck. She simply rolls her eyes and doesn’t respond.

“Single then, that’s surprising” he says. The four, including Elijah turn to look at him. Klaus made a compliment, in his odd way. That never happens.

“Oooh someone jealous? Let me guess, Damon here likes little wolf and little wolf doesn’t like him back? Well Damon, looks like you need look for other girlfriends, you don’t seem tk have much like with them” Klaus says catching Damon’s glance to Y/n.

“It’s true isn’t it, little wolf?” No words. Y/n looks to her watch. It’s not even 4:00 pm. She sighs and lays back into the couch. Only to get a call from her Beta.

“Ooh it’s a boy, answer it!” Klaus says. Y/n dare gives him an annoyed look. She answers the phone and quickly, very quickly makes her way to the bathroom and turns the sink on.

“Where are you? It’s a full moon tonight”

“It is?! Crap! Sorry, kinda got kidnapped at the Salvatore house”

“Tell then you need to go cause of the moon, they’ll understand”

“Klaus isn’t the understanding type, neither is his stupid oak tree up his butt brother”

“The originals are there? Need me to send someone?”

“No! I’m fine, plus I got to go, I can’t have them jumping to conclusions and starting wars and killing each other or whatever” she quickly hangs up and leaves just as fast as she entered.

“Ooh what’s the news? Boyfriend? Ohhh even better! Girlfriend?” The hybrid remarks.

“Just a werewolf friend wondering were I am”

“Right cause of the moon, yet you don’t seemed bothered by it” crap. Klaus really knows how to start things and escalate things. Stephen and Damon look her way, waiting for her to answer.

“Werewolves can have rings too, like vampires” she says, although that’s not the reason. Having powerful and mighty witches as friends can help, especially when they know spells that don’t exist.

“A ring? Like the daylight ring?” Stephen replies. Y/n awkwardly nods.

“Look it doesn’t matter, I’m leaving” she says. As she turns Klaus grabs her arm. She tries to pull away but his grib is too strong. Something flashes in his eyes and he lets go.

“Fine, but be back tomorrow morning or you won’t be leaving at all”

“Yes daaad” she replies rolling her eyes. He stops himself from turning around and throwing her into the wall. Y/n leaves the house, surprisingly unharmed.

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The crisp leaves crackle underneath her footing. With each paw stop, her huge black paw comes into eye sight. Knowing her pack, they are already turned.

She scents the air for them. The refreshing air of autum being taken over by sharp wintery cold air enters her nasal cavity. Winter is just over the horizon. Tall pines and maples stretch over head, the golden feathers soon to fall to the harsh coldness of Mystic Falls.

The forestry scent of her pack fills the air. Canine shapes drift just on the horizon ahead, coming to her. They dancing and race, the figures rough housing or pasing around the hill above.

Coming to view, her Beta greets her with a lick on the muzzle, his grey and white wolf making its way to her side. The yellow and brown eyes of her pack turn to her. With a sharp angle pointing to the sky, she lets out a shrieking howl into the wind. Cries sounding of sorrow yet powerful follow behind. The pack takes off into the wild of the night.

As morning comes around, tiredness swells in their forelegs and hind legs. The pack rest inside that of a meadow trapped in spring. Dragging what kill they have, the wolves feast before morning light, lunging under the sky before dawn.

With the sun reaching the horizon and more light flooding it’s way across the sky. Y/n gives her goodbyes to the pack. Finding her clothes in a wooden container by the small lake, she slips her clothes on in an small abandoned building, that the size of a shed.

Stepping into the breach of light, the sharpness kf the cool and crisp air stinks her skin after the sudden barrnesss of her exposed skin.

“Today is not a good day to wear short sleeves” she mutters to herself, taking in the camp in front of her. It’s not special by any means. One of two of the small camps, besides the main residence, which is not all together. Every wolf lives in their own house. While they may be a pack, everyone needs some away time.

This camp is the smaller of the two, but a prettier destination. There are 3 cabins, small but not shed sized. There are two sheds, one for females and one for males. It’s not set though as some wolves could care less. The other camp has five cabins and 3 sheds. For a pack of 15, it helps having a little more space.

“Hey” her beta, tall brawny, and darker complexion, called Romi walks up to her. He too, watches the pack with an careful eye.

“I’ll have to go here, can I borrow your jeep for the day?” Y/n looks over to the bulky, neon green, heavy duty Jeep on a dirt trail. Splashes of mud paint the doors of the vehicle.

“Sure” she hands him over some gas money for thanks and runs to the car after getting the keys from him. Climbing into the seat of the Jeep, and turning on the car, she drives off, hoping to get their in time.

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Y/n steps into the house. Shock covers her face as she sees blood spattered on the wall. She turns and more shock floods through her. All of the vampires, even klaus and his brother and injured in some way. Stephen and Damon lay on the floor unconscious and Elijah leans against the wall, holding his hand to a stab wound. Klaus sits on the couch just staring off into the distance. Pain hidden in his eyes, marked by the tear stained lids.

“Is everyone okay? What happened?” She rushes to Damon and Stephen, almost stoping at Klaus, for reasons she doesn’t understand.

“Mikael came, Rebekah distracted him and lored him away just in time” Damon says, coughing up blood. She bites into her wrists and force feeds the two vampires. Part of her wants to go over to klaus, but she doesn’t trust neither if the originals.

“No, don’t...” Damon tries to say, Stephen too but she continues. Pulling away, she helps the two stand. She runs down to where the blood bags are, following her nose for the most part. She grabs two, then two more. She carries them to the originals and gives them to the two vampires. At first that don’t accept, especially klaus, but soon they agree.

“I can’t believe that stupid... err when I find him I will rip him organ by organ” klaus announces to the group.

Y/n walks over to Damon while Klaus walks over to them. “Thank you” she looks to him, suprised.

“For what?”

“Well, you go those blood bags didn’t you?” She swallow. Feelings bubble inside of her, something about how he speaks, walks, she loves it, but his actions.... repulses her.

A knock comes to the door, “Y/n, a young man named Romi is asking for you” her Beta runs in, wearily watching the vampires.

“Julia is hurt, so are some others like August and Sarah” some of the younger pack members, Julia in high school and the twins Augeat and Sarah in college with her.

“I’m coming”

Tag list

- @chloe-skywalker

#klaus mikaelson #klaus #klaus x werewolf reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #salvatore #vampire diaries #the originals #mikeal mikaelson #werewolf #vampire #emi3ffics

[heartbreak-of-a-marauder]

Forever and Always My Little One (1)

Title: The Second Moonrise

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x OC

Summary: Fayne is a vampire created during the first 100 years of the Originals immortal lives. Just as the end is approachings a chance encounter with the youngest original changes her life forever, and always.

Words: 1,927

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1348 – St. Bartholomew’s Hospital, London, England.

          I laid on the unforgiving mattress of the hospital bed, gazing up at the ageing paint that decorated the ceiling. Every now and again a shiver would pass through my body causing my hands to grip the blanket a little tighter. The coating of sweat that covered me from head to toe had long since soaked through my shift causing it to stick uncomfortably to my skin. It is an indescribable feeling to have your skin burning with heat but have a chill in your bones. An endless hunger seemed to be developing in my stomach as my natural instincts pleaded to be obeyed, and the ever-increasing number of people fillings the hospital made things more difficult.    

           The silvery rays of the moon that managed to break past the clouds, crept through the window panes adding a little more light to the candlelit room. The sounds of raspy breathing and soft coughing were two of the few things that could be heard across the wide expanse of rooms. Scenes of the vivid past that had poisoned my dreams would soon spill into my waking moments as the days went on and to fight them would cause painful aches in my head.  

           Slowly I pushed myself up into a sitting position, the bed frame creaked slightly due to the changing positions of pressure. The calm of the room was soon disturbed by my own coughing when the dryness could no longer be ignored. The coughing became more violent to the point of wrenching. Removing my hand from my mouth I instantly zeroed in on the red splodges that mingled with mucus. A single tear slid down my cheek, I was still greedy for life despite having taken more time than I was originally dealt. But the evidence in my hand made it plain that I would not last much longer.

           A shadow in the corner of my eye catches my attention, it moves swiftly with an inhuman likeness, it lurks around the cots at the far end of the room; hovering almost. It leans over one of the cots seemingly surveying the individual that lay in it. I shift slightly to get a better view, even in the poor light I can see how its back stiffens like a creature caught in the act. In the same quiet yet elegant manner he moves away from his previous point of interest and begins his journey towards my bed.  

“Are you well miss?” A distinct British accent can be heard as he lowered the hood of the cloak.      

“As well as I am able to be sir.” I offer politely in return.  

“I hope circumstances could be better for you.” Cocking his head to the side.  

“Many have said that it is God’s will, a punishment of sorts.” I offered some of the fatalistic babble given to me by a now-deceased person.  

The corners of his mouth turned upwards a little after hearing my comment, he seemed to like the façade I had constructed. A breathy chuckle escapes his lips as he lowers himself to sit on the edge of my cot.  

“The fragility of human life…” He muses to himself while an outstretched hand toys with a lock of hair that has fallen over my shoulder. He pulls his attention away from the strands in his fingers to look me directly in the eye.  

“I can only imagine your wildest fantasies and the adventure you thought you may have had.” He voices his thought, without waiting for a reply he continues. “What if I could give you the means to travel the world and see its wonders?"  

"Money is of no use to a person doomed to die my Lord..." I mused lowly.  

The stranger lets out a hearty chuckle, allowing a grin to grace his face. He looks away from me for a moment before he brings his gaze back to mine.  

"Money is not what I offer dear girl, I can give you so much more." He boasts while leaning a little closer, when he is a hair's breadth away from my ear he whispers, "I can give you eternal life." He stays there for a moment inhaling deeply capturing my scent.  

When he draws back the grin he previously wore is gone, instead, his brows have pulled together and his mouth is in a straight line. The amusement that had occupied his eyes has iced over, and he sits very still observing me.  

He knows why I am dying.  

"Eternal life has been good for me up until now," I sigh while peeling back the sleeve of my shift, smiling sourly when I hear his sharp intake of breath. "And I admit that I lust for more, but this is a death sentence, not even a vampire can escape." I break my eyes away from his brown ones to focus on the putrid bite.    

"I can still give you eternal life" He speaks after a while, determination lacing his words.  

A wry smile forms on my face. "Then I would encourage you to let go of those follies, a bite from a werewolf is final, no one survives."  

"Were you not told to look a gift horse in the mouth girl?" He copies my expression.  

I narrow my eyes at his tone, hunger mixed with a fevers rage proves to be a volatile mix. "I am no child sir, my name is Fayne and you shall address me as such."  

"Then you shall address me as Kol Mikaelson, little one." He fires back, I huff harshly at his use of the pet name.  

He stands abruptly and straightens out his clothing, all the while his eyes never leaving mine. "Then I propose a wager of sorts, should I save you by the second moon rise then you shall accompany me in my travels" He declares.  

"And if you do not?" I ask with morbid curiosity.  

He smirks. "I am sure you can work that out for yourself little one, goodbye for now." In the blink of an eye, he is gone.  

_ _ _ _ _ _

The sun was beginning to set on the eve of the second moonrise, vast orange beams forced their way into the crowded room. I had not laid all my faith in Kol and his abilities to save me, but time was running out on his wager, and I was growing less lucid with every minute. I wanted to be cured but it was surely something of a fantasy. I was fighting to stay in the uncomfortable cot. My gums burned as my fangs fought to be free, the scent of blood was everywhere, the thread of humanity I clung to was beginning to fray.  

In an instant, the thread had broken, and the animal inside came barrelling to the forefront. I didn’t feel the thick veins appear on my face nor the elongation of my fangs, I simply gave in to nature and it took me to a place I would be grateful for. 

I loomed over my unsuspecting victim, they were here for injury, not illness, and it smelled so good. Quietly I hike up the shift unit it allows me to comfortable straddle his stomach. I crouch over him dragging the tip of my nose across his exposed skin before settling by his neck, I do not waste time or thought before biting down hard. I feel the way he fights weakly beneath me, not quite ready to die but I show no mercy and quickly drain him dry.  

I attach myself to every victim like a newly born babe suckling from its mother. I break free from the current poor soul who serves as my dinner, breathing deeply I tip my head back. Never has it felt so good. Once again, I lower my head in preparation to finish my meal, but I don’t get near her delicate skin as hand fists itself in my hair dragging me away.  

I buck and thrash like a wild animal, but the mysterious assailant further restrains me. The scent of sickness invades my nose informing me we have returned to my cot. They throw me harshly towards it, I whirl around preparing to attack but stop when I see Kol has returned with a stranger.  

"She has got fight brother." He smirks at me.  

“Come now brother, we don’t have all night.” Kol hurries, earning a sigh from the other man.  

"I struggle to see why I should help a diluted bloodline but as you can see my brother insists." He teases, I look in Kol's direction for an indication that this is a jest, but his face is emotionless.  

"Get on with it Niklaus." His nonchalant tone shocks me.  

Niklaus takes a few steps towards me but I cannot escape the feeling that he is a predator and I his prey.  

"Come now love, it will be painless; I promise." He chuckles before biting his wrist, my eyes switch between his wrist and face in disbelief. After seeing my hesitation, he uses his abilities to force his wrist into my mouth. The blood trickles down my throat for a few moments before he removes it.  

He gives a curt nod towards Kol before disappearing.  

"Vampire blood? You think that it will magically cure me?" I scoff at Kol, his face hardens.  

"A 'thank you' is customary for when someone helps you." He retorts.  

"Thank you?!" I cried incredulously, in a moment I appear before him. "You have not helped."  

Roughly he grabs onto my right elbow drawing me closer to him, but also bringing my arm into view, he wastes no time in ripping the fabric of the sleeve back to reveal that the wound is indeed healing. The inflammation and discolouration had receded considerably and the bite had shrunk. I stared in disbelief, it had worked. Swallowing my pride and looked up at Kol.  

"Thank you." It would be barely audible to human ears, but I knew he had heard me.  

He smirks, liking that I had given in. "Now we must depart." He states while walking towards the entrance to the ward.  

"Depart?" I ask, still stood near the cot.  

He casts a glance over his shoulder before stopping. "I won the wager little one, you are now my travelling companion." He seems to think better of a previous decision and begins to walk back towards me, or rather past me.  

"And where will we go?" I ask curiously as he peers out of the now open window. 

He beckons me to him with a flick of his wrist, and slowly I come to join him by the window. He uses the inside of his dark cloak to wipe around my mouth and down my neck. Once satisfied he unbuckles it from his neck and sweeps it over my shoulders before securing it.  

"There is no rush in having ready-made plans, that is the beauty of eternity."  

"So, when are we to leave?" I ask not following.    

"Now." He replies simply while smirking.  

He pulls me into him, fixing us together by holding me around my waist, heat travels up my neck at his closeness but the cool air of the night soon takes over. I didn’t pay attention as to where we were going because the blackness of the night morphed the surroundings but, I was grateful when we got into a carriage and the sight of Saint Bartholomew’s disappeared into the distance.  

#nate buzz #nate buzolic #nathaniel buzolic #kol #oc #kol x oc #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson imagine #the vampire diaries #the originals #fanfic #wattpad

[mymoodwriting]

The Choice Is Yours

F!Reader x Vampire!Yuta

Genre: Vampire Dystopia

Warning: Blood, Fingering, Non-Con, Aggression, Fangs

Words: 2.6K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Epilogue

Prompt: Good behavior goes a long way when a new world order is established within hours and humans wind up at the bottom of the food chain. As luck would have it you were claimed by a vampire named Yuta, so you’re saved in a sense. Many would say you’re in a rather unique situation, and despite its perks it wasn’t really something you asked for.

    You woke up alone, which you didn’t mind at all. You were actually relieved that you didn’t have to worry about Yuta the second you opened your eyes. The room was so big and empty, the quiet actually making you a bit uncomfortable. You heard voices outside and went over to the window, looking out at the backyard, which was huge.

    You could see others, the house servants, working in the field. There was the flower garden as well as a little farm area. You really didn’t like this freeloading lifestyle you were given, but then again you’d be paying for it in blood. After a moment some servants came in with a cart, the smell of food filling the air. Then YangYang followed.

“Good morning, Yuta apologizes for not being here with you this morning, he had work to attend to.”

“Uh… that’s okay…”

“Breakfast is here for you, so please enjoy.”

“Right, thank you.”

    You ate your fill, knowing anything less would upset Yuta. Once you were done the leftovers were taken away and YangYang approached, grabbing your arm and pricking your finger. He took a drop of blood and checked it with some device.

“What’s that…”

“Just checking to make sure there aren’t any drugs in your system.”

“Right… so… now what do I do?”

“Anything you want, you have free range of the house. Although, I will be accompanying you to look after you.”

“Of course.”

    You were quite afraid to leave the room, not sure of what you would even want to do. In the end you decided you wanted to go outside, wanting to see the garden. If YangYang had any suspicions he didn’t voice them, simply helping you navigate the house and letting you out to the backyard.

    You got a few stares from the others but you did your best to ignore them. There was a nice stone road but you wanted to go beyond, curious about how far you could go before you hit the fence. There were a lot of trees surrounding the property, felt like you were near the mountains or something, which brought up a lot of questions. You didn’t live anywhere near wildlife, so you wondered how far from home you really were.

    It was impossible to miss the fence, seeing the tall black coated metal. The idea never crossed your mind but YangYang informed you that the fence was electric and touching it would set off an alarm, so trying to climb in any sense would be pointless. All the surrounding trees were also stripped of their lower branches, so climbing the trees also wasn’t an option.

    This really created an atmosphere of helplessness for you and anyone else in the house. You wondered if all vampires were like that, keeping humans in these huge cages. You hadn’t noticed your own tears, every moment that passed just made the world all the scarier.

“Excuse me.” YangYang interrupted. “There is something I must attend to and would prefer it if you spend your time inside.”

“Okay…”

    You made your way back, quickly wiping away your tears. You could always go back out but you didn’t feel like trying your luck so you assured YangYang you’d be staying in the library. It was pretty big for a house library, but there were some books you hoped to find. If you were living with a vampire it was best to educate yourself. There were some books you found further in the back, not myth, but it seemed to be history books. They were rather old and a little hard to understand but just what you had been looking for, kinda.

    From what you read, it was just going into detail about things you already knew. There was nothing about how a vampire came to be, or a halfbreed, or how to kill them. It was frustrating, those creatures couldn’t truly be immortal, there wasn’t even anything about some kinda weakness. One of those books had to have some new information, but you doubt you’d find it.

    The book you had was suddenly taken out of your hands. You looked up to see Yuta, the vamp kissing your head and examining the book you were reading. He laughed, flipping through some pages and then putting it back. You had stayed seated, starting to think maybe you should have been more secretive about what you were reading.

“Did you actually understand it?”

“Yes… a bit difficult but not too much.”

“Trying to learn our secrets? Find a weakness?”

“Maybe… but I didn’t find anything new.”

“I see.”

“Just curious about where you came from…”

“Hm, well, for starters there are seven original vampires.”

“Se… seven?”

“Yup, every other vampire and halfbreed falls into one of those bloodlines.”

“So… how did those seven come to be?”

Yuta chuckled. “Maybe some other time, come on now.”

    He took your hand and you followed him out of the library. At least you got something out of him, but that knowledge didn’t make you feel any better. It raised more questions, and scared you a bit considering their kind took over in a day.

    Yuta took you into a room that appeared to be his study. He had you sit down and then took a seat at his desk, looking over papers. You looked around, not knowing what to expect, but you couldn’t stand Yuta’s silence.

“So… why am I here?”

“Hm?”

“Is there something I’m supposed to do?”

“No, I have work and wanted you with me. You can find something to read if you want, or I’ll give you paper to draw with.”

“Oh… okay.”

    You got up and looked around. He was surrounded by books, every wall practically lined with full bookshelves, a picture frame of some foreign landscape up as well. You browsed the books, curious as to what they were about.

“Sorry about leaving you alone in the morning. I had things to take care of.”

“It’s fine… so what do you do? How does the world even work now if your kind run everything.”

“Not much has changed, you still need to eat and my boss is pretty much in charge of agriculture worldwide. Certain things are still necessary and have someone running them.”

“Let me guess, the first seven ultimately run everything.”

“Correct, and they’re all very good friends so don’t think we’ll start a war.”

“Yeah, more sophisticated than us and what not.”

“Exactly.”

    You found a book that did keep up with his story. Actually a lot of the books were about agriculture and wildlife.

“Why do you care so much? You could just feed us the bare minimum, or some weird paste that gives us all the nutrients we need.”

“If we provide you with the best then you’ll be at your best. We’re not cruel and you forget half-breeds still need normal food as part of their diet, and it’s a nice luxury for the rest of us. Besides there’s beauty in nature and we’d like to preserve that.”

“That’s good… you won’t destroy the planet.”

“We’re doing the opposite love, and looking after your species.”

“Do… are we really so childish in your eyes?”

“Very.”

“Alright then, I’ll stop talking.”

    He made no comment on your words, seeming to silently agree and focusing on whatever he did as work. You grabbed one of the books on the shelf, sitting back down to read. Given that it was about plants it was kinda boring, but you didn’t know what else to do. Yuta just wanted you around, which was creepy to say the least.

    The book was a bit interesting, every couple of pages, and since you didn’t pay attention to the time, it flew by. The knock at the door caught your attention, lunch time already. You were a bit nervous, thinking that you were on the menu, but that wasn’t the case, thankfully. You hadn’t really worked up an appetite but ate anyway. Afterwards Yuta gave you a lollipop, a sweet little treat. It was good, with an interesting taste you couldn’t quite figure out.

“You enjoying the sweets?”

“Yeah… guess it makes my blood sweeter?”

“It does, but it also has medicinal qualities.”

“What?”

“Our blood can heal minor human injuries.”

“Wait… so that taste… was your…”

    You started to feel sick. You wanted to throw up but Yuta was suddenly at your side, hand over your mouth, holding your head back.

“Ah, ah, ah, easy now, don’t want to throw up your lunch.”

    You whimpered, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. Yuta didn’t let you go until you had calmed down, bringing you over so you could sit in his lap. That was certainly weirder than the silence, making it clear he saw you as a child. You still felt sick over the candy, making a mental note not to have anymore ever again if it could be avoided.

    Yuta rested his head on your shoulder. You really didn’t want to know what he was doing, but when you saw his notes. They were written like the books you had looked at earlier, you could understand the writing, vaguely, but didn’t want to snoop. Yuta suddenly was kissing at your neck, making you squirm. His grip on you just tightened and you jumped when you felt his fangs.

“Sh, I’m not going to do anything yet, but I do want to take a break.”

    Before you could say anything he pinned you down on the desk. You hit your head a bit, reeling from the pain, but your attention was quickly on him. You whimpered, not sure of what awaited you next. He suddenly kissed you, and it was very sweet, but you couldn’t let yourself get swept up in that. You felt his hands trailing down your body, and you knew exactly where they were going.

“Wait, no, Yuta… please…”

“Hush, we’ll have a little fun.”

    You whimpered, feeling his cold hand slipping into your pants. You squirmed but knew better than to try to fight him again. Whenever his lips were near your neck you whined, scared that at any moment he’d bite you. He said it would feel good, but you didn’t know if he was being honest. Regardless you didn’t want it to happen.

“Yuta… oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Of course not.” Yuta groaned, and then whispered in your ear. “Be quiet.”

“I would come back later but-”

“Speak.”

    Yuta kissed your cheek before standing up, looking at Xiaojun who just let himself in. You didn’t know why he told you to be quiet, you had no intention to talk, but then you realized what he meant. He hadn’t moved his hand, and had no issue pushing a finger into you. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth, not wanting to go against his orders.

“Taeyong is on the phone for you. There was a report of an incident in some of the southern farms.”

“Incident? It’s only been a few days and we already have a resistance, how cute.” Yuta looked down at you. “You humans can be so troublesome.”

    You were biting your lip, holding back your moans. He hadn’t let up during his conversation, if anything getting more aggressive, now having three fingers in you. Xiaojun was obviously aware of what was happening but he made no comment, and he clearly wasn’t bothered. Even if you were distracted the conversation caught your attention a bit, the idea of a human resistance hadn’t crossed your mind.

“I’ll take it in a second.”

“Very well then.”

    Xiaojun left the room, but you kept your hand over your mouth. Yuta chuckled, having enjoyed you squirming in silence beneath him, although he was cruel. He pulled his hand out before making orgasm, moving your own hand and shoving his finger into your mouth. You did nothing at first but quickly realized what he wanted you to do. It was a strange taste, strange situation, but you had no choice. You sucked on his fingers until he pulled them away with a pop. You stared at him, not sure what he wanted from you next.

“Go clean up, and then come back.”

“Ah… okay…” 

    You slowly sat up, cautiously moving away and leaving the room. Once you were out you took a breath, glad to be out. He may have told you, but you also wanted to clean up. You didn’t know the house well but eventually found the bathroom, locking the door behind you and taking another moment for yourself. You did your best to clean up, kinda annoyed he didn’t actually get you off, but you didn’t want to finish either, he’d probably expect you to.

    He wanted you to go back to the office, but you didn’t want to. Being there was already uncomfortable and you didn’t know what he had planned next. You sat on the floor, thinking about what Xiaojun said. When you thought about it, the resistance, it made sense. People away from civilization probably weren’t found, others actually managing to hide and avoid the collecting, fighting back and winning, maybe some were even immune to whatever was released into the air. Such a thing hadn’t crossed your mind, and it kind of gave you hope.

    You were snapped out of your thoughts when the door suddenly opened. You had locked it, but that didn’t seem to be an issue for Yuta. He glared at you, making you crawl back and hug your knees to your chest. He walked in, standing over you, arms crossed. You whimpered, scared about being yelled at.

“I told you to come back.”

“I…”

“I was trying to make this a nice day, but fuck it.”

“Wa-”

    Yuta grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet, dragging you along. You weren’t sure what was happening but you knew he was taking you to his room. He threw you on the bed, pinning you down. You were still confused but when he showed you his fangs you knew what was happening next. You started fighting then.

“No! No, wait, I’m sorry, I won’t-”

    He clearly didn’t care, digging his teeth into your neck in the blink of an eye. You screamed, eyes going wide, but the pain was quick to disappear. Somehow the bite started to feel good. His grip on you loosened and you wrapped your arms around him, letting out a little moan. He pulled you up, having you sitting in his lap. Your grip grew weak and your arms fell to your side, your vision fading. 

    Yuta pulled away, catching his breath. He smiled, looking at you, seeing a cute little smile adorning your lips. He peppered your face with bloody kisses, licking them away a moment later. Everything was a blur, your neck feeling a bit sore. You leaned heavily against Yuta, barely able to move, and very pale. He craddled you in his arms, rocking you to the sides.

“You taste wonderfully.”

“… why… why me…”

Yuta sighed. “I was told that you were a good girl, I wanted to see just how good. And you have not disappointed.”

    You gently cuddled against him, far too weak to move properly. A bit of your clothes was stained red with your blood, as well as some of the sheets. Yuta called out to YangYang, telling him to get some servants to change the sheets and bring you a change of clothes.

“I guess you’ll be going to bed early sweetheart.”

“Hm…”

“Sh, just take it easy love, I’m here, I got you. There’s nothing to worry about.”

#yuta #nct #nct 127 #nakamoto yuta #yuta x reader #yuta imagine #nct imagines #xiaojun #yangyang #xiao de jun #liu yangyang #nct u #wayv #nct scenarios #nct au #nct angst

[laylacooke]

Hunters & Vampires & Wolves, Oh My! || Orion, Fran, & Layla

TIMING: The week before the full moon. PARTIES: @3starsquinn, @caraitaliadolcemeta, @laylacooke SUMMARY: A young hunter saves a dumb-dumb wolf from a crazed vampire. WARNINGS: mentions of blood and injuries 

It’s not like Layla had wanted to be the next meal for a vampire much stronger than she was, it just sort of happened. But while she was hauling ass through the forest, she couldn’t let go of the fact that, somehow, she didn’t change. At least not yet. Maybe it was because she was finally finding some sense of peace and a home. Maybe it was because her mind was currently focused on the woman with fangs bared chasing her at a ridiculous speed. Whatever it was, she was just glad to not be a huge smelly, dog. And as she glanced back to the vampire to see how far she was, it only took a split second for the red head to hit a tree followed by a hard thud to the ground. Dazed and groaning, Layla couldn’t seem to focus on anything at the moment except her heartbeat in her ears and the pain running through her body from the impact with the huge pine that had stopped her from getting any farther.

How did she reach that point was a good question. But there was no return now. With just the sweet thought of that blood washing down her throat, dripping from the corners of her mind - Francesca was going completely mental, about to enter that often state of frenzy she just couldn’t get off whenever she tasted blood. It’s not that she was inexperienced still, it’s just that she enjoyed it too bloody much. She allowed the little wolf to take her chance. Hell, she even stayed behind for a while, counting the each second in her mind before she actually began to chase her down. Just keeping up with her, not really making any extreme effort, the Italian vampire couldn’t help but roar at that scene. Laughing out loud at the girl’s clumsiness, she even had to lean against the same tree that hit her (not the other way around). She couldn’t help it, it’s like when you see someone trip on her own feet and want to help, but you just can’t stop laughing. Except she didn’t really want to help her. “Cazzo, bambina, sei veramente una maldestra.” Unnecessarily catching her breath, she sighed with a little chuckle and suddenly jumped her, pinning her to the ground. “My doc said I’ve been missing werewolf from my diet. So… Thanks?” And her fangs violently pierced two, deep holes in her curvy neck.

Orion had been surprisingly lucky. In his months since he began coming to the Scribe headquarters hidden in the middle of the woods, he hadn’t been attacked or hurt once. In the woods. In White Crest. It was a miracle. The woods had been one of the main reasons he had talked himself out of coming back to the headquarters for so many years after his Uncle had originally shown him. Apparently, his luck had run out today though. His hearing picked up on the altercation, but he couldn’t tell how far away it was yet. He needed to focus. He took a deep breath and tried to home in on the sounds, finally pinpointing it after he heard something or maybe someone colliding with what he assumed was a tree. Against his better judgement, he took off in the direction of the sound, leaping over tree branches and weaving between trees. He tripped more times than he was willing to admit and had bounced off a couple of trees, but by some miracle he had stayed upright the entire time and continued to readjust his direction to follow the sounds of struggling. He finally broke into a small clearing to find two women, a girl on the ground and pinned by another, the woman’s mouth digging into the victim’s throat. It had to be a vampire, right? Oh boy. He had never come in contact with a human vampire. Which could only mean the tingling sensation that he was feeling meant the second girl must be a werewolf. “Hey!” Rio yelled, trying to force some confidence in his voice instead of the trembling that he sure was present. “Let her go!” He called out, jumping into the clearing and grabbing onto the woman, attempting to pull her off of the girl. But Jesus, that woman was strong, way stronger than Rio was. Uh oh.

By the time Layla had started to come around, it was too late. The woman that had been chasing her, aside from stopping to laugh at her misfortune, was already on top of her, and as soon as fangs sank into Layla’s neck, she let out a bloodcurdling scream. The last time she had been bitten by anything, it had almost killed her. Her mind had flashed back to that night in the woods when her father left her to die at the hands of a werewolf. Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest. She felt faint. And no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t shove the woman off of her. Vampire. It was her first encounter that she had known of, but her training as a hunter did offer her some knowledge, in that moment, of things she could potentially do. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have any of the right weapons with her, and the one part of herself that normally gave her protection wasn’t working out for some reason, “Get…off….me!!!!” It wasn’t until she heard a voice in the distance, that Layla’s mind left her situation for the briefest of moments, and when she watched as he came forward to try and help get the leech off, she knew Francesca was still too overpowering, even for what smelled like...a hunter?

The branches shaking like the girl in her arms, dry leaves crushing with sudden impact and occasional bumping sounds - there was someone coming their way. It was never prudent to allow a living thing to witness a vampire feeding off a victim, it’d rat out her identity, yet she couldn’t care less. She was old enough, she was strong, well-connected, and she was hungry. What smelled humanly was getting closer, but he posed no threat. That living heart beat so fast, that ragged breathing, the sweat - they were as hesitant and even frightened as the redheaded puppy. The all-mighty hero jumped and dared to touch her. Fran let go of the werewolf for a second, pushing him and shoving him against a tree with a simple, easy motion of her hand. “Fuck off, kid,” she mumbled with her face still buried in the girl’s neck, lips smearing the blood all around. Whoever said you can’t play with your food was absolutely wrong, it’s just bloody fantastic. Francesca pulled up the shifter, sitting her up in one go, holding tightly to her upper arm and grabbing her hair so it wouldn’t get in her way. A crack, like a broken bench, echoed in the quietude of the forest, fingernails digging into her flesh. Ops, might have broken something. It wasn’t her intention to leave her completely debilitated. But then again, with that one in the picture, she might need to kill them both. She pressed her palm against the girl’s mouth to keep her quiet, actually enjoying the struggle. “Shhh, be a good girl and I might let you live after I kill that brat…” The vampire licked her blood-squirting neck. “I don’t think you’d like your meal blabbing while you’re trying to eat it.” And gave her another deep bite on top of the other.

Whether or not she was just a normal, everyday vampire wasn’t exactly clear as of yet, but Orion could definitely attest that she was incredibly strong. Way stronger than he was. His strength was built to match werewolves though, not vampires. Plus, he was pretty sure he had read that vampires get stronger the older they get. Did that imply that this woman had been around for a long time? Too many unknown variables. All Rio could process right now was the pain he felt as the woman shoved him backwards into a tree. It hadn’t looked like much effort at all for the woman, but Rio felt like he had just been body slammed against the trunk. His back stung and he crumpled to the ground, glancing up and forcing his vision to regain focus just to catch her digging her fangs back into the girl. “Crap.” Rio pushed himself back up, wondering what he could do to stop the girl from being murdered right in front of him. He glanced around the area, noticing fallen branches and twigs lying all over the place. With the woman distracted, it may not be that difficult to simply… stab her. It wasn’t exactly a wooden stake, but it would be deadly all the same. But… he couldn’t kill her. Even if she was attacking someone, what right did he have to end a life? A little maiming wouldn’t be that bad though right? He bent down, picking up a branch and breaking it in half, ripping pieces off so that the edge was sharp enough to pierce. Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and ran forward, stabbing the branch down into the woman’s leg using that distraction to try to shove her off of the redhead. “You need to run!” Rio yelled at her, hoping that she could wiggle free from the vampire’s grasp now.

Layla felt like a rag doll as the vampire continued to drain her blood. She had never experienced anything quite like this feeling before. She had given blood once, to the Red Cross when they had come to visit her school for a blood drive, but this was different. And with each passing moment, Layla felt just a little more lightheaded than the moment before. One thing she did see, though, was the man that was trying to help her, go flying back into a tree, and it angered her. Trying as much as she could, she began squirming to get free, but when Francesca picked her up, Layla could feel the crack of several ribs with nails digging into flesh, and she let out an agonizing howl. Some werewolf she was. With her mouth covered and tears now sliding down her cheeks, the redhead hoped some reprieve would come soon. And before all hope was lost, it did! With some slack in her captor’s grip, Layla, despite the pain she was feeling, bit down hard on the vampire’s hand before spitting it out and crawling her way towards safety. Well, as safe as you could be while struggling to get to your feet.

As one heartbeat throbbed madly, another slowed down. The werewolf’s blood didn’t pump as fast as it first did. Here was a special moment, when a vampire could actually feel a life slip away. It’d haunt her at some point later that week, maybe at the end of the month, when she found herself alone in her big house, but it didn’t bother her now. She had just decided to kill the other woman. Fangs dug deeper, tongue sucked stronger. She could hear the second beat but guessed the boy still struggled to get up after being knocked against a tree. And then the burning, maddening-stinging blow. It was followed by the worse bite that wet dog could give her, which bored her as much as a bee sting would, and she shooed her the same way she’d have done with an insect, pushing her away on both shoulders. It wasn’t a sign of surrender, she just had changed her mind about killing the redhead - she’d be killing the boy instead. Stupid boy. Growling as she pulled off the branch, Francesca stood up and turned to him. “You’ll fucking regret this.” In a flash, the brunette was standing right in front of him, blood all over her mouth, chest, arms, hands, leg. It was a horror show. The bloody hand grabbed his neck and lifted him from the ground, pushing him against that same tree, a branch scratching the side of his body, making a gash and tearing his top. “Scream. I like it.”

The woman was right, Orion did regret it. Almost immediately actually, as the attack had made him sick to his stomach and hadn’t even seemed to hinder the vampire’s strength or anger. It had only succeeded in shifting the woman’s anger from her original victim over to Rio. He supposed he was happy about the girl being free, but hadn’t exactly thought about what he was going to do once she was free. The vampire stood up, her body stained with blood, a mix of her own and her victim’s. It looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie, which Rio felt like he was currently stuck in. He should have run. Instead, he stood paralyzed by fear. He had always been afraid of hunters and the monstrosities they committed. In his mind, he logically knew that supernatural creatures were capable of just as much evil, he just thought that if they could talk things through, maybe they could figure something out. “I’m sorry- I didn’t want to hurt you I just needed you to-” Uninterested in his attempts to mitigate, the woman cut Rio off by grabbing at his throat, lifting him easily into the air and shoving him against the same tree he had already rammed into once before. He felt a sharp pain as something cut into his side, tearing into the hoodie and long sleeve shirt he had beneath it. Despite the much more pressing issue of the vampire currently trying to murder him, he couldn’t help but immediately feel the discomfort of having the scars that ran along his body exposed. But he was soon distracted as the woman pushed deeper and deeper against Rio’s throat, cutting off any chances he had at breathing. He kicked his legs furiously, connecting with nothing, and he clawed at the woman’s hands, but to no avail. And she was enjoying this? Holy crap. He choked and coughed, trying to form words, to beg the vampire to stop, but nothing was working. He could feel himself getting lightheaded, the life being quite literally choked out of him. He needed to do something now or he’d be dead. That’s when the idea struck him. He gave up on pushing away at her hands, instead flinging his arms back to his bag, the only thing separating him from the tree. He fumbled inside one of the pockets, feeling around for the container that he kept stuffed away for a rainy day. It stored little things, an iron ring, a silver necklace, a cross and salt. His vision was blurring now, and muscle movement felt mechanical and slow. But he pulled out the container of salt, holding it between the two of them and crushing it between his hands, watching all of the grains escape and pour onto the forest ground.

Layla was finally able to climb to her feet with the assistance of another tree. She hadn’t felt this kind of pain in quite some time, but her mind shifted when she noticed the vampire had gone after the man who had saved her. Clutching at her side, Layla looked around frantically for some way she could help him, but her mind was drawing a blank as the world was still spinning around her from lack of blood. And then she felt it, a low rumble coming from her belly. If she could at least growl or roar or something, then maybe it would distract the woman long enough that the hunter could find some kind of distraction. Standing there closing her eyes and panting, she felt it coming, and before she could stop it, Layla let out the best deep growl she had ever released, at least as a human. Face scrunching up in anger, she was preparing herself for battle when she saw the salt go down. Thank God! Her face quickly relaxed. Salt was perfect. It would keep the vampire occupied so the two could hopefully make a run for it.

“What you got there, little hunter?” Somber green eyes turned into ruby gems as they watched life slowly leave his desperate gaze, whilst he struggled and reached for his backpack. “That’s right, I know what you are. A little hunter protecting a werewolf?” She tutted. “That isn’t gonna go well amongst your community, yeah? The boy who died protecting a dog.” A dark grin spread across her lips, bearing out long fangs. He should’ve stayed out of it. She wasn’t a serial killer, she wouldn’t have hurt the girl (that much). But with all the drama he caused, now she obviously couldn’t let them just walk away like nothing happened. He bloody “branched” her leg! In the back, the redhead growled loudly, which only made Francesca roll back her eyes. “Will you shut up?! I’m trying to have a conversation here and inform this little guy about what’s going to happen after he dies!” She knew the wolf was in a bad shape and wouldn’t be able to do anything against her. It was pointless giving her any time of her night. Yet as soon as she was about to keep explaining the truths she was going to spread about tonight, there was salt e-ve-ry-whe-re. Francesca tightened her grip, growling loudly in anger, wanting to choke him at once. But her persistence lasted no longer than a couple of seconds and she pushed him aside with anger, dropping to her knees. “FUCK!” She cursed out loud, starting to pick and count every grain found under the dry leaves, stuck to wet dirt and damp grass. She used all her speed, appearing as nothing but a blur passing by their eyes. They were going to die a fucking painful death when she was done.

This vampire knew nothing about Orion, but still seemed to hit the mark way too closely. His only hope left had been the salt, which he had been increasingly afraid was not going to work, especially when the vampire didn’t immediately stop choking him out to focus on the salt. But after a long moment before he was being shoved aside, dropping into the ground and grabbing at his throat as he gasped for breath. He wished he had more time to celebrate that the stupid salt trick had actually worked. But right now, his only goal was to get far, far away from the woman. He crawled back up to his feet, still feeling dizzy and grasping at his side, catching the scent of blood as it began to leak from the wound. He moved slowly at first, but as soon as he got to the redhead and the two began moving through the woods he picked up speed. “We need to get far, far away from here.” He gasped as the two ran through the woods, trying to listen for anything that might signal safety. Through the fog, he could hear something over to their left. It was too hard to tell the specifics, but it was better than nothing. The two made their way toward the noise, Rio tripping multiple times along the way but managing to stay on his feet. Finally, the two broke through the trees and out into what looked like a neighborhood. “Houses. Let’s get into the house!”

Layla found relief when Orion had hit the ground. There was their opportunity, and she had just hoped he could get to his feet in time. With the blur streaking around counting salt, she knew their time was limited, but when he started moving, she followed. Layla hadn’t been to this part of White Crest, so her sense of direction was skewed, and it wasn’t helping that she was dizzy and her ribs were throbbing. However, she trusted Rio and followed him closely. When they broke through the fog and safety sat just ahead, she picked up the pace. The closest house just so happened to be for sale and as Layla used what strength remained, she busted open the door allowing them access. Once inside, she frantically began looking for something they could use to bar the door. She wasn’t sure how much time they had remaining, but she didn’t want to waste any of it. Panting, she continued to look, “The door...what are we gonna block it with?” She looked to the hunter who she noticed wasn’t exactly in the best shape either.

The blur of a shadow still flashed back and forth. Of all places, that needed to happen in the woods. In the bloody woods, with the mud, the dirt, the leaves, the branches, the insects and every other possible thing that could get in the way of finding millimetric grains of salt. “Fucking five hundred and thirty five,” Francesca counted it in a whisper, zipping in circles around the tree where the shaker was broken, like a maniac. The sooner she finished counting all that fucking salt, the sooner she got to kills those two. The pile was considerably smaller and there was just a tiny portion piled up here and there. It was almost time for the blood bath.

The last thing either of them needed was a breaking and entering charge to make their days even worse, but Orion was fairly confident that nobody else was in the house that they had just broken into. Of course, the pain in his sides was enough to throw his senses off their game a little bit, but they didn’t have much of a choice regardless. Once inside, he felt like he was finally able to catch his breath for the first time, and the pain in his side finally had a chance to remind him that it was still there. “We don’t have to block the door,” He gasped through heavy breaths, “She can’t get in here.” Not much for an explanation, but he needed a minute to collect himself before he could focus again. He pulled his hand away from the wound and caught blood on it. Great. Oh well, it would heal fairly soon. “My name’s Rio, by the way. You doing okay?”

The training Layla had regarding vampires had gone out the door as soon as they had taken off in a mad dash to safety, but when he had said something, it reminded her about the invitation rule. At least she thought that was legit. Between watching Buffy religiously growing up and having her parents spew facts at her, she couldn’t quite keep it clear. But to be fair, before she had become a werewolf, she had never encountered a vampire in her life. Looking to the man, she noticed the blood on his side, “Layla, and I would so rather be meeting you under different circumstances. But I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Are you?” She nodded towards his shirt, “You need help.” She had forgotten about the blood that was probably seeping down from the two puncture marks in her neck. Her ribs sure didn’t let up though, “Maybe there’s towels or something we can use. Follow me.” Going towards the back of the house, she made her way into a bathroom and began looking around. She wanted to help Rio out, especially considering he was the reason she was still here and not laying in the woods sucked dry from that leech of a woman.

“SIX HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINE GRAINS, YOU FUCKERS!” Francesca shouted from deep down her lungs, the anger making her boil from the inside out to the point her hands were shaking and her fangs were at permanent display. There was no need to look around, she knew they were gone from the sombre woods where one could commit murder without feeling exposed. It took her no more than ten minutes to count all that salt, but it seemed enough for the dodgy couple to just run away from the big, bad monster. They didn’t slip through her fingers though, as the vampire could still easily smell the trail of blood they both left behind. Like Hansel and Gretel’s breadcrumb trail, yet serving the opposite purpose - leading danger towards them, not salvation. In less than three minutes, Fran reached the quiet neighbourhood. All lights were out, except for light posts on the main street before all the suburb houses. Her heels were the only thing that could be heard in the next mile around them. And as they clicked, one by one the light bulbs burst. Not exactly burst, but at the speed of lightning she’d simply climb up each post close to a specific house that hung a “for sale” sign, and break them herself. She could hear them inside.

Now silently, the brunette surrounded the house, studying the best angle to get inside. Someone went to the bathroom. What a terrible time to need to pee, honestly. She wondered what she’d do in such a situation - you’re being hunted down, but hey, you got to pee. Urgently. She felt so lucky for having a system that simply had no physiological needs except for nourishment. Fran found the tall window to the bathroom, loudly and slowly clicking her nails against the wooden structure around it as, slowly, her hand “fingered” its way towards the glass. She stopped, then knocked against the wall, as if asking for permission to intrude. Then nothing. Until, slowly, the brown-haired top of a head appeared, making way to pale skin, then familiar ruby-sparkling eyes. “Let me in, little wolf…” She whispered, hoping she’d caught her attention and left her distraught enough to look her in the eyes and allow her compulsion sink in. “I’ll be good… Make this easy and everything will be over soon.”

“Me? No I’m fine don’t worry about me.” Orion assured, though Layla didn’t seem to pay much attention to that, opting instead to mission herself to find some towels for him.” She made her way through the house, and Rio trailed slowly behind her, trying to take in the rest of the place. It seemed barely furnished, which made sense considering the for sale sign. Must be people in the process of moving out. He hoped some dirt and blood stains didn’t devalue the home too much, considering the two had broken in dirty and injured from the attack in the woods. As Layla ventured into the bathroom to look for supplies, Rio strolled past it and made his way further down the hallway, peeking into the closed doors to check the rest of the area at. He felt weird, invading this person’s privacy like this. But regardless, the two had already broken into the home and it was smart to hang out here until they could be sure that things were safe. He made his way into what looked like the master bedroom, completely cleared out of furniture. He was careful not to touch any walls on his exploration, not wanting to accidentally trail blood along the house. He jumped out of his skin when he heard the banging on the window from somewhere around the house. Crap. She’s back.

Layla was now desperately checking every drawer in the bathroom. Under the counter. In the medicine cabinet hanging over the sink. Anything that would help Orion and stop the bleeding, before things got much worse. But in the ways of first aid supplies or even a leftover towel, she found nothing but a single Band-Aid shoved and forgotten at the very back of a drawer connected to the bathroom sink. As she raised back up to go show him her find, Layla’s ears quickly perked at the sounds outside, and then she smelled it...her. What she hadn’t anticipated was the banging on the wall which caused her to jump. Looking back and not immediately seeing anything, Layla narrowed her eyes. Curiosity had easily gotten the better of her, and by the time she had moved towards the window, it was too late. Her eyes had found Francesca’s. Staring deep into them, Layla felt numb to everything around her. Everything seemed to be okay, and all that mattered was the woman’s voice. Slowly, opening the window without any control over what she was doing, she stepped back, “Sure, you ca…”

The excitement was nearly impossible to handle. If Francesca had a heartbeat, it’d be pounding in her ears now. Whoever said there was no thrill in hunting was just wrong. When you got to have an actual conversation with your target, things got even more interesting. No one wants a hunt that ends in fifteen minutes, there’s no fun in that. Unable to restrain the grin in her lips, her mesmerizing red eyes remained the only thing that could be seen through the window, the rest of her body and features were hidden by the wooden structure of the house. Both of her hands were on the windowsill now and the vampire was more than ready to enter de residence and paint those walls red. It was dull, it needed some urgent proper decor, being completely honest. Some vampire style would do the trick.

Orion rushed out of the bedroom and back towards the bathroom. His side throbbed in protest and his heart was throbbing against his sternum. The pain dulled his senses, and his heightened hearing kept cutting out. He could catch the vampire’s words but his own heartbeat cut her off. He finally burst into the bathroom just as Layla started speaking, Rio’s mind could picture the horror scenario where Layla accidentally let the vampire in. From behind, Rio threw his hands over Layla’s mouth, covering them and stopping her from speaking. “Please don’t say anything else.” He whispered, pulling here away from the window and making sure to try to redirect Layla from the woman’s eyes. Rio kept his eyes trained on the bathroom tiling. “Please just leave us alone. We don’t want anything to do with you.” He said, trying to hide the trembling in his voice. “She was trying to compel you.” Rio explained to Layla, unsure of just how much she knew about the woman who was hunting them. “We need to stay clear of the doors and windows. If we can hang out until the sun comes up then we will be okay.”

Layla was so close to letting Fran in. It almost felt normal to finish the words, but before she could, she felt herself being pulled away. Her eyes were still set on the red orbs hovering just outside the window. They were so beautiful, but the further back they got, the more aware Layla was starting to become. When she realized what was going on, she blinked a few times and tried to speak, “You ca leh me go. I won say nuhhing.” Her voice was muffled, but she was coherent and understood what Rio was asking of her. For the second time that night, he had saved her life. She owed him big time. BIG TIME.

With a quick pant, Francesca rolled back her eyes. That night truly wasn’t going according to her last-minute plans. She, herself, gave up on compelling the wolf. That fake hunter knew too much for his own good, and, stupidly, he’d keep trying to save the day. Good luck when he ends up crossing paths with a crazy werewolf out there in the full moon. The vampire suddenly disappeared from the bathroom window, banging on the opposite wall, closer to the corridor they were standing in. “Little pig, little pig - let me come in,” she quoted the children’s story, a vicious smile gracing her lips. Again, she was having a little bit too much fun for someone who’d probably have reality sinking in in a month or so. “Well, then,” she continued after hearing no affirmative answer. “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!” Her voice sounded angry, but it was all an act - she just wanted to scare them. They did cause her a lot of trouble, she could have some fun out of it. After a minute of silence, she banged her hand on the front door, incessantly, loud and strong, actually breaking bits and pieces of the wood. Then it stopped. Francesca got bored. “No worries, we’ll catch up some other time.” And disappeared.

Orion didn’t know how long the vampire stuck around. But he could hear her for what felt like hours. Stalking the area, threatening them. He couldn’t stop himself from shaking. He was terrified that at any moment someone could show up at the house and let her in. That she would find a way to kill them, plus some other innocent life too. But eventually, he heard her leave. “It sounds like she’s gone.” He mumbled. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but he had found the laundry room to be the safest place for them. It had no windows, which meant no fear of being compelled. It also meant they only had to listen to her taunts instead of seeing her make them in person. He was currently lying on the ground, and was too afraid to risk anything else. “We should stay here. Just in case. Until morning. I don’t want to risk her hiding some place out in the woods waiting for us to leave.”

Layla had almost gotten them killed and that raced through her mind as they were both shoved into the laundry room together. She hadn’t expected any of this to turn out the way it had, but she was grateful for Rio, and she owed him for saving her, “I am completely and 100% on board with that idea.” Pressed up against the wall, she could see Rio clearly with her wolfy vision. She could tell he was just as scared as she was. It was going to be a long night, but at least they’d be safe, and that’s all that mattered. Plus, it gave her plenty of time to profusely apologize for the mess she had gotten them into.

#para: hunters & vampires & wolves oh my! #3starsquinn #caraitaliadolcemeta #wickedswriting

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Jace Wayland- (Don’t) care

Requested a long time ago by @badasseddy, I’m sorry again I lost your request😭 If this has happened to any of you, please message me! I hope you like it

Plot: Jace’s carefree attittude is going to have terrible consequences for once.

Warnings: this is part of the angst alphabet, so please RAPE THIS CONTAINS RAPE.

Jace slammed the door of your house with a huff. He threw his jacket to the ground, not bothering to leave it on the coat rack or check if you were still behind him. The lights came off after him, and he didn’t care if you could see where you were going or not. Jace didn’t care about much in that moment, all he felt was a deep and burning anger in his body, his fist tensed and veins popping out. Your annoyed voice calling out of him only made it worse.

“Come on, Jace!” you tried to keep up with his long steps. “You’re being a child.”

“Funny that is you saying that” he chuckled, turning on the small lamp of the living room.

“I just wanted to help you” you rolled your eyes, placing carefully the coat on the couch.

“You don’t think I can defend myself?! I’ve done it thousands of times before, and I can keep doing it, thank you very much!” Jace turned to look at you, and then muttered to himself “I don’t need your fucking help”

“I didn’t know it was such a deal, sorry I hurt your masculinity” you joked, your hands up in the hair and doing exaggerated movements. “Gosh, next time you can clean up your mess on your own.”

“My mess? Are you serious right now? The guy was looking for a fight! It was not definitely my fault.”

By that point, you had already reached the bottom of the cute stairs that lead to the bedrooms. Usually, they were Jace’s favourite place; you took there Christmas photos with the rest of the ‘family’, and he kept one of them with just the two of you in his wallet.

In that moment he simply didn’t care.

There was a wooden table between the two of you, with all the weapons you had chosen for that night. Where you had went to a club to get a vampire before he killed everyone in there; and that was the original, and only, plan. Jace wasn’t supposed to talk to the guy who was serving the drink, wasn’t supposed to mock him neither threaten him.

“No offense, Jace, but the threats didn’t help the situation” you laughed a little. You had been in that argument since he got into the car with you and started giving you those long stares that wanted nothing but fights. “If I hadn’t stepped in between, you two would’ve reached the fists. And, guess what? That wasn’t on the plan!”

“Everything is about the plan, now?” he sassed. Everyone knew he was the most rebellious of the group, and it was a wonder how he ended up with you; a rightful follower of the rules. You were starting to wonder that too.

“Yes, the plan, Jace. The one you were supposed to follow.”

“Stop talking about the plan!” he shouted at you. “Everything would had gone just right if it wasn’t for you!”

“Me?! At least, I don’t screw things! Or do I have to remind you the incident with the…what were they names? Whatever! The mundanes!”

“Clary, Y/N” he scoffed. “Her name was Clary, and she wasn’t a problem.”

“So you can’t remember her name but not to follow the plan?”

It was true that, maybe, you were a little jealous, or very, very jealous. The girl had appeared in your world to make everything harder, destroying Alec and Jace’s friendship and keeping your boyfriend to herself. You had talked about it with Jace before, and he had assured you, between soft laughs, that she was just a friend. Still, the heat of the argument had made you bring her up.

“Well, at least she wouldn’t be this annoying!” Jace screamed one last time. “I can’t-I swear, I can’t stand you!”

“Okay! Fine!” you pulled your hand up and let out a sarcastic chuckle. “I’m out.”

“Out? What’s-Hey! Where are you going!”

“To clear my fucking head before I’m framed for your murder!” you yelled as you turned on your feet, walking back the path you had done just a few minutes ago.

“Alright! Go, and see if I care!”

He did care, and he realised the weight of his words just when you closed the door and the pictures on the walls shook. Sighing, he walked up the stairs and reached your bedroom. You would come back, that was what he said to himself. It was not the first fight you had, neither the first time any of you walked out of the house to avoid bigger arguments. Jace sat on the bed an gripped the ends of his blonde hair, already regretting his words. Of course you weren’t annoying, yet he knew how much it hurt you to talk about Clary and he thought that it would be a good idea to talk about it. Anything was better than to admit that the guy had been making comments about that dress you loved so much, and that he had started the argument because he couldn’t stand the thought of you hearing those nasty comments. Not after seeing your excited face about the dress.

Meanwhile, you walked to the nearest park and sat on the swing, allowing yourself to calm down as you felt the cool air blowing against your skin.

“He’s an idiot” you muttered to yourself.

Tears blurred your vision as you fixed your gaze on the ground, so you decided to look instead to the sky. The night sky calmed you enough to make your breathing go back to normal and keep the tears away. A few minutes passed as you gazed at the stars, lost in your thoughts until you noticed a man walking down the sidewalk.

He looked slightly alarmed when he looked up and saw you just some meters away. Too quickly for your liking, he ran towards your spot and stopped in front of you, placing his hands on his knees.

“Hi miss” the stranger said, apparently out of breath. “I don’t want to be any bother, but would you happen to know the time?”

“Sure” you turned on your phone and looked at the clock. “Half past one, sir”

“Thank you”

You gave him a small smile and nodded. Still, he didn’t move and kept staring at you. After shifting the weight of his body from leg to leg, he decided to talk again.

“Are you- I’m sorry for asking, but are you alright? You seem upset”

“I’m fine. Long day” you avoided his eyes, looking instead to the street in front of you.

“Oh. Right” he chuckled. “Well, would you- This is weird, I know… do you want to grab something with me?”

“That’s really sweet, but no, thank you”

There was a small twitching in his eye that you didn’t like one bit, not that he didn’t see as tired as before or that he had a perfect clock on his left hand. Looking around, you realised that no one was around, and the houses didn’t have the lights on. Cold sweat began to run down your neck when you thought about your weapons left in the living room desk.

“Alright, alright” the stranger raised his hands. “My bad, what about a walk?”

“I just don’t think my boyfriend would be too pleased about that, I’m sorry”

The words you used were kind, but your tone was harsh and demanding. You kept your eyes on him, but the exhaustion from the fight at the club and Jace’s argument made you less focused. With a fast movement, he threw you backwards, making you hit your head hard against the metal pool supporting the swing set.

You felt the area of impact and looked at your hand to find blood. In that park, everything seemed to be suddenly ten times more silent, your head throbbing and dizzy. You tried to move so that you could fight back, yet the man took advantage of your split second of shock and slammed your head into the pole again, making you feel even more confused.

If he was going to prey on your moment of weakness, then coward was not a strong enough word to describe his appalling personality. His sickening smirk and another hit to your head was the last thing you noticed. Then, your nightmare began.

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The first time he did it, was the worse. You were too lucid not to notice the movement of his hips on top of you, the pain between your legs. You had cried, screamed, sobbed and begged. Still, the man didn’t stop his movement, not until you felt him leaking out of you. Arms and legs tied up in the different posts of the beds, you couldn’t move, and got stuck with the sick feeling in the bottom of you stomach. Still, you didn’t give up, because Jace would find you, because he cared.

The second day, you tried to think about other things. As he pounded into you and touched every inch of your body, you thought about happy memories. Isabelle and you dancing the night away. In and out. Alec’s training with you, the laughs and the jokes. He kept still, wanting you to feel him inside. Catching Magnus and Alec making out in the elevator, long talks with them. His meaty fingers touched your sensitive spot, yet only pain came out of it. Jace. He finished with a long moan, and left you there again. Jace, he wouldn’t leave you alone, you knew, because he cared.

On the fourth day, he decided to try something different. Raping you didn’t make you scream anymore, so he tried cutting, biting, cutting and bruising. Again, you screamed until your throat was sore, and he laughed until he had tears on his eyes. You wondered if Jace cared about you enough to look for you.

Soon, a week passed and you didn’t recognised yourself in the mirror. Skinny arms, bruised legs and big bags under your eyes. You had tried to escape, but the chain that usually started on the wall and finished on your neck was a big obstacle. Besides, that guy held especial love for punishments.

“Hey, baby doll?” you heard his voice from downstairs. “Dinner is ready!”

You were enjoying one minute of peace alone in the attic, your will of leaving non-existent. Like a robot, you walked downstairs with the stupid white dress he had bought you; it made you pretty, he had said. Truth was he liked to see the bruises shinning against the white fabric.

The place where he was holding you was really small. A house with two floors, one kitchen and two rooms. You didn’t know what was on the second one, neither wanted to find out. As he said, it was the punishment room, and it scared you to the core.

He was waiting for you in the kitchen, as always. Disgusting food on the table, cocky smirk on his face and the zipper of his pants low.

“I made eggs today” he cheered, signalling with his head to the small plate on your side of the table. “Hope you like them, I really put all my effort on them”

They weren’t eggs probably, just another soup that smelled like shit. You sat on the chair in silence, your hand folded in your lap. As he shook his head and pointed to the floor, you wondered if Jace still cared about you. As you kneeled in front of him and took his dick out, dried tears in your cheeks, you wondered if Jace had ever cared about you.

Suddenly, the small window that was always closed broke, and a small ball flew into the room. He got up quickly, putting his dick back into his pants and you wiped your mouth with shaky hands, knowing that if he saw you doing that you would be punished. He didn’t see. The only thing he was aware of was a small click and a huge white smoke cloud filling the whole place. Then, darkness.

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Jace Wayland liked to think was brave. He didn’t cry when his father died, he didn’t cry when almost everyone left him, and he didn’t cry when many of his friends were killed by his reckless actions. You used to say to him that it was okay to cry, it didn’t mean that he was weak, just that he had feelings and was brave enough to let them show.

That was what he was doing at that moment, and he was cursing himself for it. He had to be focused; after a long week, they had managed to find where the psycho had you hidden; he had always thought that you would die because of some supernatural being, not by a rapist and a killer.

“Jace” he heard Alec mumbling beside him. His friend put one hand on his shoulder, trying to calm his shaking. “Maybe you should go back to the van.”

“No” Jace voice, even small, held no doubts. “We’ve talked about this, I’m coming with you.”

“If something happens in there, you can get her killed” Isabelle interrupted, rolling her eyes. She knew it wasn’t his fault, but since you disappeared she had given him the cold shoulder.

Jace blinked the tears from his eyes and decided to ignore her; enough guilt and pain were filling his body. He took a shaky breath and let Magnus know that he could throw the bomb.

It wasn’t a bomb, he would never put your life at risk. He just wanted to guy knocked out cold so that he could get you; then, Jace himself would take care of the guy. The night sky was suddenly illuminated with the light from inside the house, and they all heard the man screaming and then two loud thuds. It was silent for a few seconds, Alec holding Jace down so he couldn’t run to you so quickly.

When he let him loose, Jace was the first one to enter the house. He broke the door down with a rune and ran inside the room. He had to cover his mouth with his arm and, still, coughed when the disgusting smell reached his nose.

“Do-Where is she?!” Isabella asked behind him. Magnus and Alec ran towards the man, who was unconscious and tired him down so he wouldn’t scape. “I can’t see her.”

“There might be more” Magnus warned from his place on the ground. “Search in the others rooms before-“

Jace didn’t hear anything else, since in his line of vision appeared a bruised hand. He walked a few steps forward, watching your body being revealed from the other side of the table.

“Jace? What are you-Oh my god!” he heard Isabelle choking on his breath behind him, but he couldn’t look at her.

Not when you were in front of him, laying on the ground in a fetal position, bruised an bleeding. He didn’t remember dropping to his knees or cupping your face between his hands, he only noticed where he was when Alec took a hyperventilating Isabell out of the house. His knees hurt from the impact and his vision was blurry, yet he was awfully aware of your fragile body in his arms.

You were thinner, your hair was shorter and your body showed him the hell you had been through. Jace didn’t recognize his own sobs until the tears made contact with your closed eyes. Carefully, he wiped them out of your face, and for a second your eyes fluttered.

“Y-Y/N?” he whispered, repeating the movement once more. He watched as you did the same, and opened your mouth slowly. “Hey, love. Can, can you hear me?”

He was met with silence, but he got a faint glint of the colour of your eyes. A small, teary, happy laugh left his lips, and he pressed them in your forehead. When he looked back, you had a sad smile on your face with your eyes closed, and his heart beat for the first time in a week.

Sirens were heard in the distant, and Jace sat besides you, placing you on his lap. He breathed you in, ignoring the foreign smells and focusing on yours. His hands, without thinking, went to your cheek, and he started drawing small circles. While he rocked you both and checked that you were awake, he repeated the same words again and again.

“I care, I do care, love”

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[raibebe]

Lifesaver

Genre: Fluffy horror Words: 1.777 Prompt: Vampire Hyungwon almost starved himself and really needs some blood For @im-a-special-bebe A/N: I think in my original example prompt the girlfriend didn’t know about Hyungwon being a vampire but I’m scratching that because it just worked out better like this and it’s also probably more intense than it had to be... Also this has been betaed by the lovely @kihyunsbabe 🖤 Warnings: blood, self-harm (somehow, kinda)

Vampire: A living corpse that drinks blood of the living by biting their necks with long, pointed canine teeth to quench their never ending thirst

A loud knock on your door disrupted the silence of your apartment which was draped in darkness only broken by the blue light of the screen of your laptop. You snapped out of your stupor and squinted at the clock on the wall. Groaning you dragged a hand through your hair. You had been staring at the blank page of your document for over an hour now but didn’t type anything besides your name and the course you were supposed to write the paper for which was due to the end of the week.

It’s not that you didn’t like the class or didn’t know what you should write about but you just couldn’t focus. You mind was wandering the second you weren’t distracted by your friends or the lectures you had to attend. Being worried about your boyfriend not contacting you for a little over a week may sound stupid but when he had left, he hadn’t said where he was going, just that he needed to attend to some family business with his extended family. You were always antsy when he mentioned his family, especially his extended family. For other people that meant meeting a creepy uncle or a noisy aunt asking you when you would finally get married or your cousin boasting about how many sales he had this week alone. But for Hyungwon it meant that he had to face his creator and his brothers and sisters. And judging by the urgency of the meeting, it seemed like one of his so called siblings - not by birth but by rebirth as he liked to call it -  might have either gone rouge or a newborn wasn’t able to control themselves.

Neither of the options seemed good and Hyungwon had often told you stories about his brothers and himself getting hurt whilst trying to hunt the other vampires down for the safety of their family and their race. He had told you that the government and the police knew very well that creatures like him existed but did everything to keep it hidden, so the general public wouldn’t panic but if a clan would decide to go rouge and reveal themselves there would be nothing to stop it. The way they were hunted down by special police forces was brutal enough, you didn’t dare to imagine how it would escalate if everyone knew of their existence.

Another harsh knock on your door ripped you from your thoughts. Shouting an affirmative noise, you got up from where you were seated on your work desk and padded over to the wooden door of your apartment.

When you opened the door, your heart dropped and stopped beating for a second. In the dark hallway before you was standing your boyfriend. His white hair was dishevelled, clothes torn and dried blood clung to his pale hands. He smiled weakly at you, showing his canine teeth but the smile wasn’t reaching his bright red eyes and he leaned heavily against the doorframe. Without saying anything, you grabbed his slender waist and threw one of his thin arms around your shoulder so you could support him on your way into your apartment. When you sat him down on your couch, he almost melted into the pillows, his head dangling over the back of the couch, eyes losing their focus.

Climbing into his lap, you grabbed his ice-cold face between your palms, forcing him to look at you. “What do you need, Won?” You asked, voice trembling with fear. You had never seen him in a state like this. His eyes would turn more and more red the more thirsty he got but it also made him more aggressive and eerie, not weak like this. He had fed just before he left, you knew that. So he shouldn’t be this starved. “Blood,” he said weakly, voice not more than a breath, sounding hoarse as if he had been screaming. Nodding you got up to go to your fridge to see if there were blood bags left, but his hands weakly wrapped around your arm. “That won’t do,” he breathed out, his head falling back again, his hand losing the grip he had on you.

Cursing you rolled the long sleeve of your sweater up, holding your wrist up for him to bite you. Ever since you had been together he had refused to feed from your neck. It was supposed to hurt way less than doing it from the wrist area but he didn’t like that you weren’t able to stop him like that, not confident in his ability to stop himself even though he was far from being a newborn who was new to feeding from a living being he didn’t want to kill. But even though he had his lips parted and his canines were shining in the low light of your computer screen, he didn’t bite you. Brushing the hair from his forehead, you gently pressed your wrist against his lips. “Drink, Won,” you urged him on, bracing yourself for the pain which was about to come, screwing your eyes shut. But it never came. Instead Hyungwon went limb in your hands, every tension leaving his body. “Won?” “Hyungwon?” “Chae Hyungwon?!” You called him, your voice climbing higher in pitch and getting louder with each call of his name.

Cursing you jumped off of him and the couch and raced to the kitchen to find a knife. Ripping open random drawers as well as crashing several kitchen utensils, you finally grabbed a large, sharp knife and dashed back into the living room. With trembling hands you brought the knife to the skin on your wrist. A whimper left your lips when you pulled the knife over your flesh, breaking the skin. The sound of the bloody knife falling to the ground echoed load in the room when you broad your wrist to Hyungwon’s lips again, the dark red fluid streaming past his lips, staining them and his face. Praying to whichever god might be listening, you stroked his hair when he still wasn’t moving, tears collecting on the corners of your eyes not only because of the pain in your wrist. Willing them back, you screwed your eyes shut and tried to stop your bleeding arm from trembling so you wouldn’t make even more of a mess.

When a sudden pain shot through your whole body, your eyes snapped back open and were met with the almost glowing blood red eyes of Hyungwon whose fangs had pierced through your skin to get even more of your blood flowing. Whimpering, tears of relief began flowing down your face when you saw how with every drop of blood leaving your body, Hyungwon’s strength seemed to come back to him. But while his strength came back to him, your head began to feel light. The exhaustion that came with letting a vampire feed from you washing over you faster than it had ever before which was no surprise when you considered the big wound on your wrist and the way his Adam’s apple was bobbing with every gulp of blood he swallowed.

“Hyungwon, stop. It’s enough,” you told your boyfriend through gritted teeth. But he didn’t seem to even hear the words or recognize your words; simply trailing his tongue over the cut to make more blood flowing into his mouth. For the first time you were thankful that Hyungwon would always refuse to feed from your neck, at least giving you some kind of chance to get him off of you even though he possessed unnatural strength. Gently caressing Hyungwon’s cheek with your free hand, you threaded your fingers through his hair before grabbing a handful of the shorter hair at his nape to yank at the strands.

This seemed to make him snap out of it: His glowing eyes snapped open and his lips left your wrist to curl back to expose his bloody teeth in an animalistic snarl. Shrieking in fear you yanked your injured hand from his grip, making you fall from the couch, blood droplets falling on the cushions and the carpet. But you didn’t have time to even acknowledge any of that, your vision turning black when your head connected to the couch table with an unpleasant sound.

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When you regained your senses, your body felt unusually heavy like there were weights pulling your limps down into the soft material of the bed and keeping your eyes shut. You could make out faint noises, soft whispering, muffled through the door of your bedroom. Slowly and with much effort you managed to open your eyes. The heavy curtains of your room had been pulled close, so it was impossible to judge how long you had been unconscious. A soft whimper left your lips when you tried to lift yourself up to look at the time, a splitting pain shooting through your head.

Not even a second later, the door to your bedroom opened and Hyungwon poked his head through, smiling when he saw you were awake. Before you would express how worried you had been about him, he beat you to it. “I was so worried, you wouldn’t wake up. You have been out for almost twelve hours,” taking your bandaged hand from under the covers, he sat down on the edge of the bed. “I thought I took too much. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have come to you like this. I wasn’t in my right mind, if you hadn’t pulled me off, I didn’t know what would have happened. Please forgive me.” He sighed, toying with the bandages on your wrist, avoiding to look you right in the eye.

Smiling weakly, you intertwined your fingers with his. “What happened, Won? I thought you were dead for a second,” you asked him. “I am dead, sweetheart,” he answered bitterly. “You just went limb and wouldn’t even drink at first, Won. I’ve never seen you like this and it scared me.” He finally met your gaze, his own eyes dark and wide in confusion. “THAT scared you? Not how I couldn’t stop feeding off of you?” “Well, I got you off, didn’t I?” You asked shyly, hiding yourself beneath the fluffy blanket so Hyungwon wouldn’t see the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head before he laid down next to you, placing his head on your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat.

“It’s not going to happen again, I promise”, he whispered softly.

“I love you,” you answered before closing your eyes again and drifted back to sleep.

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[swearwolf-writes]

The Paradox - Chapter 3

The trio of vampires, Damon, Stefan and Jemma, walked silently to the entrance of the tomb hidden beneath Fell’s Church. Jemma gave a nod to the boys and stationed herself at the doorway, listening to the sounds of the boys’ footsteps as they made their way down the spiralling steps to the tomb that was Katherine’s prison. She listened in, wondering what the weak vampire would say this time in order to convince them to release her.

“Let’s do it.” She heard Damon mutter. With a count to three, a loud grating emerges from the tomb, the stone door shifting from its place. The sound of scuffing feet echoed through the small space as Jemma narrowed her eyes. Katerina. Urgh. “Please... come on in. There’s plenty of room for all of us.” “I’d rather poke my eyes out.” A fake smile was etched into Damon’s voice. “Mmm, they’re such pretty eyes.” Katherine countered. Stefan cut their bitchy banter short. “We’re here for the moonstone.” “Feel like tossing it over?” “Tell you what, you get your little witch to hocus pocus me out of here, you can have whatever you want.”

 Jemma seethed from her place above ground. How dare that rancid bitch demand anything of anyone after all the trouble and pain she’s caused-

 “I thought you liked it in here” Stefan commented wryly. “Nice and safe where Klaus can’t get to you.” “I’ve had time to reconsider.” She rasped. “Meaning you’re hungry.” Damon translated. “I’m starving, Damon. And dirty. But above all, I’m bored.” The sound of stumbling and grasping rippled through the stone walls as Katherine moved towards the mouth of her prison. “At least running from Klaus wasn't boring - so here's the deal: you get me out of here, you get the moonstone and I'll disappear from Mystic Falls forever.”

Getting to her feet, Jemma sighed. She could her soft footsteps receding and knew the girl was walking away from them.

“Let me know what you decide.”

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They made their way over to the Gilberts’ house, the Salvatore brothers filling Jemma in on the things she couldn’t hear. She gritted her teeth when she was informed of Katerina’s teasing showing of the moonstone. It was so close that they could have just grabbed it right out of her hand - well, not without becoming trapped they couldn’t have anyway.

 Jemma knocked on the door loudly, standing back as Elena opened it.

“Hey. Uh, can we talk?” The youngest of the vampires asked softly. “Why?” Elena seemed confused by their presence at her home. “We went to see Katherine.” Damon informed her, his smile tense. “She was, of course, as insufferable as usual.” The Original chirped. With a short nod of her head, Elena stepped aside the entrance. “Come on in.” They filled in the young girl, watching her processing everything as they stood around the island in her kitchen, Jemma sitting on the counter across where Elena was leaning against the wall.

“You don’t believe her, do you?” She crossed her arms, looking at the group. “No, of course not.” Damon seemed almost offended as he tossed Jemma an apple and opted to instead throw an orange from hand to hand. “We just want the moonstone.” “According to Rose’s friend Slater, there’s a way to destroy the spell that Klaus wants to break.” “No spell, no dopplegänger sacrifice. Ergo, you live.” Elena seemed tired of the conversation. “How do you destroy it?” “By releasing it from the moonstone.” Stefan leaned his hands against the countertop, looking at her expectantly. She raised her hands in the air and then them fall to her sides. “How do you guys even know this is gonna work?” “‘Cause we have a crafty witch on our side.” “You discussed it with Bonnie.” She said, sighing quietly. “She agreed to do anything she could to help us.” “It’s Katherine who has the moonstone. She’s not gonna give it to you.” She shook her head, pointing out the biggest fault in their plan as she sat on one of the barstools. “We’re gonna get it from her,” Stefan assured her. “Well, what he means to say is, we will pry it from her cold, dead hands if we have to,” Damon reiterated happily. Jemma swallowed a bite of her apple and added, “She’s kinda trapped in a cave and has no allies. If we did have to kill her, which we probably should do because she’ll murder us all if she ever gets out,” she pointed out, “there’s not really a lot of places to a big white pebble in a very grey stone cave.”

Stefan nodded and leaned towards the human, trying to reassure her. “Bonnie just needs to find a way to release the seal long enough for us to get in, get the moonstone, and get out in time for her to return it.” Elena looked almost teary at this point as she fumbled with her hands. “Wow. I mean, it sounds like you guys already have it all planned out.” “Yep. We’re awesome.” He gave a thumbs up and Elena looked down at the pale wood of the kitchen island. “Except for one thing.” She looked up between the brothers. “I don’t want you to do it.” The group exchanged confused looks at that. “What are you talking about? Elena, we don’t have a choice.” Stefan objected on behalf of all of them. “What about Klaus?” Elena countered, making a point. “We’ll find him right after we get the moonstone.” “Is that before or after he kills everyone that I care about, including the two of you?” She fired back, pointing from Stefan to Damon while avoiding Jemma’s eye - it wasn’t a secret that the dopplegänger and Original weren’t exactly friends. The idea that Elena cared about him however seemed to startle Damon.

With a pointed look, Stefan again tried to sell the plan to her. “Elena, if we can de-spell the moonstone, we can save your life.” “I know. Everybody keeps saying that.” She spoke quietly as she left the room, the group once again exchanging worried looks. Jemma hopped off the counter and binned her apple core, looking at the Salvatores. “I get that this isn’t helpful but what’s to stop Klaus from trying to kill us after we deal with the moonstone? We are royally screwing him over with this whole moonstone-dopplegänger business and we killed Elijah - I highly doubt an Original is gonna forgive and forget so quickly.” She trailed off, thinking back back to her siblings’ warnings as Stefan dropped his head into his hands.

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Elena opened the door to the Salvatore residence and walked in, Jemma trailing behind her awkwardly. After shutting the door she looks around the deserted hallway, deeming that no one was home when Rose walked down the stairs, tying a silk robe around herself.

“It’s not nice to leave a girl naked so early in the morning.”, Rose practically purred before looking up and seeing the embarrassed face of Elena and the smirking face of Jemma. “Whoa- sorry, I thought you were….” Elena looks away, cheeks subtly turning pink. “I, uh, sorry, I-” She stammered out a response, not really knowing what to say in such a situation. “There’s no one else here.” “Actually, I came to talk to you.” Rose smiled broadly at this. “Then I should probably get dressed.” She walked back up the stairs making Elena turn to Jemma.

“Alone?” “Yeah no, no offence to Rose but I still don’t trust her.”

 Jemma sipped her drink in  silence as she watched the conversation brew between Rose and Elena.

“It’s a bad idea.” Rose objected. “No, it’s not. From what Stefan told, your friend Slater obviously has more information about Klaus. You just gave up before you got it.” “Because someone blew up a coffee shop with us in it.”, the vampire deadpanned. “Actually, they just shattered the windows-” Jemma interjected, matter-of-factly, Rose staring daggers at her. The two had clearly not got off on the right foot. “But that’s not the point-” The Original added lamely as she continued sipping her drink.

Despite this, Elena continues to press. “There’s more to learn. We just have to find a way to learn it.” “Why are you coming to me with this?” Rose’s curiosity was not unfounded, Jemma raising an eyebrow as she listened for the answer. “Because you owe me.” Elena put it rather simply. “One, word from me, and Damon and Stefan could have killed you for kidnapping me.” Rose saw through the thinly veiled threat quite easily. “Or maybe it’s because you know they wouldn’t want you to do this. And their moonstone caper gives you a chance to sneak away.” “We’re having a disagreement, okay? They’re willing to risk everyone that I love and I’m not.” “They’re just trying to protect you.” Strange. It sounds almost as if she cares for the girl. “And you’ve proven you couldn’t care less whether I’m protected or not. So, we’re back to you taking me to Slater.”

Rose sat next to Elena, Jemma moving to take Rose’s old space.

“What exactly do you hope to achieve by this?” Elena swiftly avoided her question in favour of bribery. “How would you like to be able to walk during the daylight?” “I’ve been a slave to shadows for 500 years - what do you think?” “I think I know a witch who’s willing to do whatever it takes to help, if you’re willing to make a deal.”

Jemma set her glass down on the table loudly. “And what’s to stop me from telling the boys about this little escapade of yours?” “You also don’t want people to get hurt for me and if that doesn’t work, I could always mention that always get suspicious when anyone mentions the Originals which is interesting when you think about it because we know your whole family but we don’t really know anything about you guys before Mystic Falls - I mean, you won’t even tell your age other than ‘old’.” She raised in challenge of the elder who clenched her jaw in anger at being blackmailed by a child. Nodding curtly, she stood up. “Let’s go then.”

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Jemma leaned against the wall lazily as she watched Rose bang on Slater’s door.

“Slater? Slater, it’s Rose. Open up!” No answer. After a brief moment, Rose looked over to Elena. “He’s not home. Sorry.” Jemma shrugged, standing up straight and tucking her hands into her pockets. “Well, guess we gotta go then-” Tonguing her cheek, she resisted glaring at the human as she cut her off. Why won’t she just drop it? If she pries too far into Original business, she might actually find something - and if that surfaces and spreads? Mikael might come after us as well as the Mikaelsons. “Mm-mm. No. We didn’t come all the way out here for nothing.”

Sighing, Rose pushed the doors open using her vampire strength. Elena peered in as Jemma lightly banged her head against the wall, shaking her head and walking in. “After you.” The younger pair walked in behind her, exchanging a look.

“Slater?”, Rose called out as she moved towards the back of the apartment. She froze. “I don’t think he’s gonna be much help.” Elena rushed over to her and gasped at the sight of Slater’s dead body. Jemma raised her eyebrows. “Hmm.” The girls looked at her, incredulous at her nonchalance at seeing a dead body. “If that happened to him, what d’you think’ll happen to us when someone finds out we’ve been snooping around? Because someone will find out.” Shaking her head, Rose dragged Slater’s body away.

Ignoring Jemma’s warning, Elena, regaining her composure, walked over to Slater’s computer desk and picked up a bunch of loose papers. “Looks like whoever blew up the coffee shop found him and killed him for his information.” “Yeah, probably to stop him from helping people like us. The guy was a vampire almanac. Knowing too much information just bit him in the ass.” “Am I talking to myself here-?” Jemma waved a hand in front of their faces. “If he was killed for his information, why are we trying to get it?”

As Elena kept rummaging, Rose pulled back the curtains, startling Elena. “What are you....?” “Tempered glass. U.V. rays can’t penetrate.” She mumbled, staring idly out the window. “I used to just come here and watch the day.” Looking from a framed picture to the vampire, she spoke in a hushed voice, “I’m sorry about Slater.” Jemma mumbled her condolences quietly, almost feeling bad about her reaction to his dead body. Rose looked back to them, mentally shaking it off. “Any luck?” Elena placed the photo back on the desk and attempted to log into one of the computers fruitlessly, Jemma leaning in to see. “Um…. it’s password protected. I can’t get in.” “No, this is fine. Let’s just go.” Rose motioned to leave when suddenly they hear a doorknob rattling from inside the apartment. “Stay here.

Rose walked past the pair at the desk and opened a set of doors. Peering into the small hallway, she saw a girl hiding behind a corner. “Alice?” “Rose!” Crying heavily, the girl rushed to Rose, embracing her. “He’s dead!” “Well technically he’s been dead for decades now-”, Jemma added dryly, cutting herself off as she noticed Elena’s look at her, “-and I’ll shut up now.”

 Rose rubbed Alice's hand comfortingly as Alice tried to regain her composure. Rose got up and walked into another room where Elena poured hot water into teacups, Jemma getting milk for the tea from the fridge. Rose sat down next to Elena.

“She found him a few minutes before we did.” “How is she?” Elena was worried. “Overreacting - big time.” “Her boyfriend just died. There’s no such thing as overreacting.”, she defended. “Those tears are for her. She didn’t care about Slater.” Upon Elena’s curious look, she explained: “She was only dating him long enough to see if he’d turn her.” “Great, so she’s a vampire groupie.”, Jemma grumbled as she finished making the tea.

Elena took a cup to the crying girl who took it gratefully. “Thank you.” Elena sat next to her as Alice looked at her with an air of familiarity. “You look really familiar. Did you know Slater?” “Not personally, no. I just knew that he kept detailed records of all of his vampire contacts and I was hoping that he could point me towards Klaus.” “Doubtful. Klaus doesn’t want to be pointed at.” “Do you know Slater’s computer password?” “Are you seriously asking me that right now? I just saw my boyfriend with a stake through his heart.” “I understand that. Do you know his password?”, she repeated bluntly. “Who do you think you are?”

Alice looked away from her and sipped her tea. Elena looked over at Rose and her eyes lit up with an idea, making Jemma tilt her head in mild confusion. What is she doing this time-? Elena looked back to Alice.

“What if I could convince Rose to turn you?” Alice looked back up at her. Rose, hearing what she said, looked over at her disdainfully. However, Jemma looked proud. I guess she does have more than half a spine. “Will you show us his files then?”

 Alice, logged into the computer, shook her head at it. All the files had been deleted. “Someone’s been here. The harddrive’s completely wiped out.” “Yeah, probably whoever killed him.”, Rose guessed. Elena ran a hand over her face and turned away. “Lucky for you, Slater was paranoid. Everything’s backed up on a remote server.”, she informed them as she tried to access the files, Rose turning back to speak softly to Elena.

“You know that she’s not going anywhere near my blood, right?” “I know. She doesn’t.” Rose smiled at Elena’s deception as Jemma masked a snort by coughing. Elena leaned down next to Alice to look at the screen.

“Kristen Stewart. God, was he obvious.” “These are all leads to vampires?”, Elena asked Alice as she continued scrolling through the files. “Slater was obsessed. Almost as much as me.” Jemma wondered why on Earth she would say that in front of two vampires. Creepy. “What about that one? Cody Webber. They exchanged dozens of emails about Elijah.” Rose pointed at the screen. “I could call him.”, Alice offered, taking the phone from Elena. Jemma tried not to scream. She didn’t think anything was actually come of this trip. Fuck.

“Tell him that we’re trying to send a message to Klaus. The dopplegänger is alive and she’s ready to surrender.” Jemma and Rose jumped up. “What?!” “I beg your pardon-?!” Jemma stared at the girl as if she was crazy. Which she likely was. “Oh my God, I knew I recognised you.” Alice stared up at her, seemingly in awe. “Get him the message, please.”

With that, Elena quickly left the room, the vampires following in suit. Elena put her hands on a table and exhaled heavily. “What are you doing?” Rose was surprised at her idiocy. “I’m getting Klaus’ attention.” “If Klaus knows that you’re alive, he’ll find you and he’ll kill you.” Saying nothing, Elena just looks back at the pair, Rose realising her plan. “Which is exactly what you wanted all along.” “It’s either me or my family.” “So this whole charade is some suicide mission so that you could sacrifice yourself and save everyone else?” Jemma locked her fingers behind her head, her eyes shut and her jaw clenched tightly as she seethed. “Forget Klaus, I’m gonna kill you before he gets the bloody chance-!”, she hissed.

Alice entered the room. “Cody is on his way and he really wants to meet you.” Rose shut her eyes and sighed. Jemma rubbed her face wearily as she swore colourfully in every language she could think of.

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Elena walked into the main room, sipping water. She looked over at Alice and turned around, gasping in surprise at Damon’s sudden arrival.

“What are you doing here?”, he asked her. “What are you doing here?”, she shot back.

Rose and Jemma walked in, Elena facing them angrily. “You called him?” “I’m sorry, Elena.”, Rose apologised. “You said that you understood.” “She lied.”, Damon piped up. Elena turned to Jemma. “Why would you try and help me? You don’t even like me." “Maybe not but I don’t hate you so I wasn’t gonna let you condemn yourself to whatever fate Klaus has prepared for you.” Elena looked at the group in frustration.

Alice walked up to them and froze, starstruck at Damon. “Damon Salvatore!” “Get rid of her.”, Damon told Rose. “No… way!” Taking her arm, Rose led her away, Jemma trailing behind them.

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Damon left the bedroom, the three girls looking at him from their seats in the living area.

“Time to go. Alice is sleeping and won’t remember a moment of this horribly stupid day.”

Suddenly, the front doors had burst open and three men walked into the apartment. Damon turned his head to look at them as the group stood up.

“We’re here to meet the dopplegänger.”, a man announced. “Thank you for coming.” Elena tried to walk towards them but Damon pushed her back. “I will break your arm.”, he whispered to Elena before looking back to the intruder. “There’s nothing here for you.”

The man in the back suddenly dropped to the floor, dead. Jemma looked at the window, seeing Elijah, their eyes meeting for a split second before she hid in the apartment, out of sight of both him and the windows for sake of avoiding her reflection giving her away. The other two vampires looked back at Elijah. Rose gasped at the sight of him and vamp-sped out of the apartment. Elijah spared a glance over to Elena and Damon.

Damon looked at him with surprise all over his face. “I killed you. You were dead.” “For centuries now.”, Elijah agreed. He looked back at the men. “Who are you?” “Who are you?”, he asked the Original. “I’m Elijah.” “We were gonna bring her to you. For Klaus. She’s the dopplegänger. I don’t know how she exists, but she does. Klaus will want to see her.” “Does anyone else know that you’re here?” “No.” “Well, then, you have been incredibly helpful.”

Elijah plunged his hands into the two vampires’ chests. They grunted as Elijah ripped their hearts out. They fell to the floor, closely followed by their hearts. Jemma gasped inaudibly from her hiding place. She knew of the things her once family did but to see them was a completely different thing. To see Elijah Mikaelson, the boy who used to charm everyone with his words and would bandage his brothers’ wounds, tear people’s hearts out was admittedly terrifying. It was like the ground beneath her was tilting. For so long she tried to believe that they weren’t the monsters they were made out to be- She snapped out of her stupor as she noticed her friend being an idiot.

Damon prepared to fight Elijah when he turned and sped out of the apartment. Jemma got up, exchanging looks with Damon and Elena, both of which looking just as surprised as her.

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Jemma walked to the Gilbert residence, mumbling what she’d say under her breath. “Sorry for bolting and leaving you to deal with a murderous Original-” She sighed and popped his knuckles anxiously. She avoided her siblings since her most recent adventure. She didn’t what was worse: her family turning out to be murderers or her siblings being able to say ‘I told you’? She got to the gate as Jeremy opened the front door, Elena saying goodnight to Damon. Jemma smiled and left silently - apologies could be procrastinated and said later, humans need to rest - especially after the day they’d all had.

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Ruby Red (BTS)

Ruby Red (BTS) by hazeljrz

— human OT7 X Vampire female reader

— warnings: blood, bombs, fighting, mentions of abuse, use of swear words, same sex kissing, undressing, mild smut

— fluff, angst, mild smut 

A/N : hi so this is my very first writing and I’m excited to do this as I have been thinking of making fnafiction for over a year. I know I’m not the greatest at writing but hopefully you guys are able to like this series. Please help me out if you see that my story is similar to another authors story. I have no intention of plagiarizing someone’s work for my own success. If you see that my story is similar to another authors, please comment or message me privately :))

P.S. The characters used in this stories are use for imaginative scenes and in no way act like they act in real life. It is use for a fictional case and a parody case

Word count : 1.2k

part one 

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Glass shattering. Echoes of screams were heard around the mansion. All the human servants were used to the screams of the two current elite vampires. They resumed their job of cleaning the broken porcelain on the ground and continue to wipe the alcohol from the wall. The atmosphere was all too familiar to them. They took pity towards you for having to deal with a fiancé that was trying to take the throne for his favor. They can physically feel the pain that you feel from being abused by your betrothed fiancé . They stood with you trying to take care of your wounds every time you get hit. They knew by the time the yelling will end, there will be more work to be done up in the master bedroom.

Blood embodied the room and your clothing. Deep cuts were seen on Damien’s, your fiancé, face. His clothes were torn up and his right hand was white from clenching too hard on the broken beer glass, breaking it more. You stood with a busted lip, bruises on the side of your stomach, and your right eye swollen from the left handed punch that Damien hit you. Both your red ruby eyes were currently having a stare off. No one dared to move, knowing the next small movement would start another fight between you both.

The tension soon calm down as an hour of staring each other down came to an end. Damien was the first to move, “I’m sorry babe, I was hungry, you know? I shouldn’t have tried to bite one of our peasant servants.” Damien words had no effect on you. You were used to his half-ass excuses. He can never persuade you to agree on his side and he knew it too. He was simply a vampire that wanted what he wanted.

You stared down at him again with your normal eye color coming back as your vampire senses calmed down. “You know I gave those servants a drink that will protect them from us. Don’t act so oblivious and understand that they will always be off our menu,” you snapped. Damien rolling his eyes vanished in front of your eyes to God knows where. You cared less of his actions and went straight down stairs to help the maids and butlers from the mess you and Damien left.

As you walked downstairs, you took pity on the servants for having to deal with your forced relationship with another elite vampire. You hated being forced to marry another vampire from the same status. He was vowed to protect and love you the day you both were arranged to meet. Arriving to the kitchen, you went straight to the fridge and acquired a blood bag. You energy was low from having to fight and use your power while dealing with Damien. As you drank the red substance, your once swollen lips came back to its normal size. You were able to open your eye more from having blood in your system again.

Noticing the sun was rising from the glass window, you knew you needed to find a way out to escape your doomed fate. As you continued to suck the blood, you stared at the enchanted ring on your left hand protecting you from the sun. A plan quickly took your brain and you rushed to get changed. From ripped clothes, you changed into a white dress shirt with a black skirt. Knee high black heels were used in your outfit and you arranged your hair in a half up and half down style. You used your vampire speed and you were finally staring at the front door of one of the greatest witches in the world.

Knocking with much power, the door dented a bit and returned to its normal state once the witch opened the door. Irene, one of your greatest friends, stood behind the door. She knew that with the attire you were wearing, you were visiting on a serious note. “Come on in (Y/N), I understand from the skirt and heels that you're planning to change something from your life,” Irene said as she gestured you inside.

You stared around the house and looked for a place to sit while Irene was chanting a soundproof spell to prevent anyone from listening from the outside. As you both settled down and said greetings to each other, Irene immediately asked what she needed to do. “I need your help to make a replicate body of mine and have it dead. I cannot stand my life and I need to leave this all behind. I need to be dead to be forgotten,” Irene eyes popped open from the task you asked her. “It needs to be a suicide scene. If it looks like I was murdered, my family will keep searching for the murderer.” Irene smiled towards you and guided you toward one of her rooms in the back of the house. 

You followed her into a pitch black room. As the door closed behind you, candles lit up by themselves around a table in the middle. “(Y/N) to be able to summon your plan, I have to acquire greater power. A ritual is needed to be able to help you,” Irene explain as she held your hand and set you on the cold hard wood table. As you laid down, Irene stared at a scroll in her hands. Her brown eyes turned lavender and she gave you her attention. “ Follow my actions and my lead and the ritual will be successful,” Irene’s explained as she glanced towards you. You nod with understanding. Irene sat you up and moved to where you look at her.

 She started by leaning and engulfing your mouth with hers. You followed her and kissed back. As you were both were making out, Irene started taking off your clothes. You groaned when your breasts were exposed. Irene started taking off her pieces of clothing and you pulled down your skirt with your panties on one go. Your heels were gone and you both were on the table making out. As Irene pulled back, she fetched a dagger. Turning to you, Irene stuck out her hand and dragged the dagger across the surface of her palm. Blood rushing out from her hand landed on your stomach and breast. Immediately your ruby eyes returned along with your fangs from the sight of the Irene’s blood. She grabbed your palm and dragged it. You hissed in pain but your hissing was interrupted from Irene kissing you. Both your red blood turned darker until the point it was the blackest of the black. Irene put the blood around you and her and she stared at the wall, her lavender eyes glowing and became white. A sudden pain was felt on your body as you shaked uncontrollably. The candles blew out one by one until the room was dark again. Your body stopped shaking.

You felt Irene fall on the side and the candles were lit once again. Irene stood up, her eyes going back into their original chocolate color. “You did well.” Irene said as she started to clean herself up. You took a towel from her began to wipe your body. After putting the garments back on, you saw a body with your similar form on the floor next to the table. You turned to Irene who nodded her head, proving that your idea was correct.

“Now lets get to the suicide spot.” Irene grinned.

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Thank you for reading. Hopefully you like this first chapter of the series. 

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