#the next time we see her is when she shows up with bennett

[conchfritters]

i need to get less ashamed of talking about my interests on my 0 follower tumblr blog because if i don't point out that despite having one of the most interesting concepts ever presented in a genshin event, shadows amidst snowstorms was not actually well written, and was in fact pretty Poorly written, then who else will. Who else will.

#seashell resonance #Anyway amber hasn't shown up in any content since 1.0 where she wasn't optional or thrown out entirely in favor of standing as an #advertisement for euIa. case in point in the scene in shadows amidst snowstorms where you're waiting outside the cave for albedo the last #person joel was left with was amber. when euIa confronts albedo about the fake trying to lead joel away...there's no mention ever of the #fact that amber...was With Joel. Amber who is an Outrider trained to Notice Danger. Either left joel with fakebedo without noticing anythin #or the actual explanation: hoyo didn't care enough to write her because. well. Amber Bad #the next time we see her is when she shows up with bennett #amber used to have a lot of fire to her and this sort of unique not quite cockiness but like. easy way to tell she used to be the difficult #kid we hear about in her character stories and teapot dialogue #she serves no purpose in shadows amidst snowstorms #an event that easily could've capitalized on the Horror aspect of being trapped with a doppelganger of one of your coworkers and shown off #ALL the characters (because get this. You can make people wanna spend on characters who aren't meta by making them Like Them.) #but amber? no value in any event she's ever been in. she talks about good hunter and sticky honey roast. she gets flustered. euIa pays for #her meal. Remember how she was in Almost All of razor's story quest and then when they needed a knight to give him a gift in weinlessefest #they chose...SUCROSE AND NOELLE? #remember how collei has had more on screen interactions with fucking euIa and sucrose than AMBER #how amber and collei's reunion was what people wanted to see and instead it happens off screen and amber simply isn't relevant during #windblume? how amber didn't get a skin with lisa and kaeya? how amber has no appearance in kaeya's hangout event despite their dynamic in #the webtoon and her being suspicious of him presenting so much room to work with? #her tcg dialogue has a meta joke in it. Because amber bad and amber doesn't exist outside of euIa and connecting collei to euIa #and i could go on. about the writing for cyno. about collei. about the way they write kokomi or any genius character. about albedo even. #about all my Other gripes with euIa because they go to about every single aspect of her character except her Basic personality #which is to say the personality we see in most of her voicelines. she could've literally been a saving grace for the cast if she weren't on #of the like top 3 worst written characters #i could talk about like almost any character's decay but that's not the point. Not the point. Nobody look atme. #i tried to replace the L in euIa's name with a capital i to make this post not show up in front of her enjoyers somehow but if it does #sorry about that! no problems with you it's hoyoverse who has my ire #i have so much more to say even just about amber specifically since she is. Unfortunately my fav and unfortunately almost the only characte #i care about whenever my enjoyment of genshin even Slightly wanes #but nobody will ever see it because that essay i write in my head seven times a day is for Me. I'll die before i crack open google docs

[toastedkiwi]

How is hockey player around the nieces? What does Kylie think of him?

A little awkward at first as he’s not usually around kids for long periods of time. He did scare Bennett when she saw his mouth when he tried smiling at her. That shit broke his heart when she started crying. Wyatt wasn’t too happy about that feeling a bit protective over her baby sister and kept her distance from him. They kept eyeing each other warily. Eventually seeing him having a strict liquid diet and seeing the straws— she’s like “we need some silly straws for him, Daddy.” But Elliotte loved him from the start mainly out of curiosity. He woke up from a nap to this little girl grabbing his lips and trying to pry open his mouth but couldn’t. She was told to be careful with him because he’s hurt and trying to recover. She’s given chapstick to put on his lips to make sure they stay soft for Kelce!Reader. She loved that task. She’s always sitting next to him or climbing up on his lap. They’re two peas in a pod. Bennie isn’t too sure of him still.

Kylie likes him a lot. She thinks he’s great for Kelce!Reader and is glad that he’s not intimidating as the media shows— he’s much more of a sad wounded puppy in the form of a massive hockey player especially when watching his girlfriend eat solid foods.

#travis kelce x sister!reader #jason kelce x sister!reader #kelce!reader #nhl player x kelce!reader

[plentyoffandoms]

Gator Tillman x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous TV Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Attempted kidnapping. Oral (m receiving) Anal. Unprotected sex. Derogatory name (whore, slut) cum swallowing.

Gifs & Photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @loserboygator 2nd & 4th gifs @gatorstillman 3rd gif @decidemp3

WC: 4025

Summary: Roy has tasked Gator with kidnapping his rival's daughter. Once Gator has her, he soon finds out she will do anything to get back at her controlling, even if that means sleeping with his rival's son.

"Now you know what you to do?" My father asked me while giving me a stern look, waiting for me to speak. He is probably already assuming that I will mess up and disappoint him once more.

But not this time.

I will show him that I will not fail.

"Yes. We know exactly what time him and his wife will be leaving. We wait ten minutes because we know his wife always leaves something at home. I know his daughters bedroom is on the second floor, in the back left-hand corner of the house."

I had to stop and think, but I continued once the rest came to me.

"We know where all the cameras are, and we know that once we are inside, the code to turn off the cameras. Keep our faces covered. No speaking unless we have to. Change the tone of our voice if we do speak, and no real names. Only code names."

I waited with baited breath to see if I missed anything, but my Dad just gave me a hard stare and nodded his in head approval. I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding.

"Do not mess this up, Gator."

"I won't," and I could see it in his eyes that he doesn't believe me.

The plan was all set. It was Thursday night. Date night for my Dad's s rival and his wife. The two of them always head out for the night for dinner and a movie in the next county.

My crew and I pulled up to the side of the road, in two separate cars that we came in, killing the lights.

I looked at the time and saw that it was eight minutes after 6 and that they would soon be leaving for the second time.

I didn't talk to anyone as I watched for the headlights to appear on their long driveway.

It was dark as hell, and their house was the only one for miles. I just know that he will be turning right to head out of the county, and I watched with a smirk on my face as he did exactly what I thought he would do.

They will be gone for hours, and his precious daughter will be home all alone. I know his daughter well enough. We went to school together all our lives but ran in different circles.

But one thing hasn't changed, and that is how protective her father is of her. She was never allowed to join any after-school activities. Had to go home after school, and if there were any group projects, they had to be done at her place.

I remember her once complaining to a friend of hers about wanting to be a cheerleader, but her father told her that 'no daughter of mine will be seen with any football players.'

But did that stop her from enjoying herself during what was considered school hours?

No, it did not.

When she had a spare, you would find his precious daughter under the football bleachers, with some guy, either making out or blowing him. I remember one rumour where it was said she fucked Allan Bennett under there.

I don't know how none of this didn't get back to her father. Everyone probably felt sorry for her as she was basically under house arrest the moment that school bell rang, signalling for us that it was end of day.

I didn't turn on my headlights, not wanting to give her any warning that someone was coming up the driveway.

We drove slow and parked just halfway up the driveway.

Two of us were going in, while two stayed in the car for a quick getaway. I know it is just her in the house. No other person or animal.

The lights in the front rooms of the house were turned off, but I know she is in her room. Her little safe place away from her overbearing father and her flighty mother, who kept herself buzzed with medication and wine.

The masks were on before we got out of the cars.

"Don't fuck this up." Was all I said before we walked straight to the front door. I kept look out as I waited for the door to open. Once I heard the click, I all but pushed him aside and walked slowly through the household.

It hasn't changed since the only time I was here. There was a reason why I knew where exactly her room was.

During our senior year, we had a history project that we had to work on, and I needed a good grade to pass. I was over here every day for four days straight until I stayed past the 6 PM. Her Dad practically threw me out the door the moment he realised I was Roy Tillman's son.

I don't know much of their rivalry, just that it goes back to high school. My Dad beating him out of everything and even being elected sheriff.

But this time around, the two of them were neck and neck with the next election, and there was no way that Roy Tillman was going to lose to a man who would undo everything he had done over his many terms as sheriff.

I found the security system and quickly punched in the code, smirking behind the mask at the fact that I only guessed that the code was her birthday.

I signalled to follow behind me as I headed towards the staircase. The two of us walked slowly up the stairs. I was listening for any signs that she would be heading this way, but I could only hear music coming from her room.

The music was so loud that she didn't even hear me open the door to her room, but she wasn't even paying attention.

She was lying on her back, on her bed, which was still pushed into the corner of the room, her phone above her face.

I took note of what she was wearing, and I felt my dick twitch in my pants. She was wearing the tiniest shorts possible and a long t-shirt that was bunched under her tits.

I shook my head, knowing I had to focus on the task at hand. I pointed to the end of the bed, and my partner walked to the end of the bed.

That is when she noticed that she wasn't alone. Her phone dropped on her face as she screamed.

She tried to run, but she ran straight into my chest as I pushed her back onto her bed.

I grabbed her wrists in my hands as she tried to kick me. My partner took the zip ties and put one around her ankle and another around her wrists.

She was screaming and fighting us the whole entire time. I went to cover her mouth, but she spit at me. I couldn't help but laugh behind the mask as I gripped her cheeks and put duct tape over her mouth.

The last thing I saw before putting a sleeping mask over her eyes was her glaring at me.

I carried her down the stairs and out the front doors, knowing we didn't have much time until her parents came home. Knowing her father has checked the security cameras and seen that they have been turned off.

I placed her in the trunk of my car, her still screaming behind the mask the whole entire time.

I just chuckled as I closed the lid on her, still screaming.

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The two cars sped through the hills towards my family's cabin that hasn't been used in years, but I knew this was the best spot to keep her.

We finally stopped in front of the cabin. I came up here a week ago and cleaned the place as it was covered in dust and to get rid of any bugs.

Now it was safe to talk, but I still wasn't going to, which I made it quit clear when I told them this plan.

I opened the trunk, and she didn't fight this time. She was slack over my shoulder as I carried into the cabin.

I placed her on the couch and removed the sleeping mask, and I watched as she blinked a few times, trying to get used to the light once more.

Her focus turned to me, and her eyes narrowed. I could see her lips moving behind the duct tape, and I was wondering what she was saying.

So I decided to rip it off, and she let out a little cry.

She then spit at my feet and turned her glare back towards my face, which was still behind the mask.

"Fuck you, Gator."

Good thing the mask was still on my face because I was shocked that she knew it was me.

"Suprised that I know it is you? You are the only one who in this godforsaken county that wears that much gel in their hair and styles it like that."

I turned to look at the other three and nodded my head to have them follow me outside.

Once the door was closed, I pulled up the mask, and the others followed.

"Go home. She doesn't need to know who you three are."

"Gator, are you sure?"

"Yes. Go. Change the plates like we planned. I can handle her from here."

I saw the three of them look at each other, knowing if that I mess up, they will have to deal with one pissed off Roy.

"I said go." I was starting to get pissed off. Here, I am trying to protect their asses, and they are refusing to leave.

"Look, I will check in with Roy later. He doesn't expect to hear from any of you. Change the plates before you go, and leave one here for me." I turned and walked back into the cabin, slamming the door behind me and locking it.

I sat across from her, and the two of us just looked at one another, not saying a word. I rubbed my hands up and down my thighs, and I saw that she looked down at the movement and then back into my eyes.

"So, did your Daddy put you up to this?" My dick twitched at the way she said, Daddy. "I can only imagine so. I mean, of all the elections, my father is close to beating Roy for once, and I bet your Daddy is scared."

"He isn't scared darlin'." I said much too quickly, letting her know I was lying.

"Oh Gator, the little boy who would do anything for his Daddy's praise, but to only ever end up being a disappointment."

I saw red as I jumped out of the chair and wrapped my still gloved hand around her throat and squeezed.

"Shut your fucking mouth. You have no idea what you are talking about." I didn't notice at the time that her breathing picked up, and she closed her eyes slightly and moaned softly.

"Did I hit a nerve?" She questioned as I let go of her throat and took a step back, glaring down at her.

"You know Gator, you could have just asked me to help you."

"The perfect daughter?" I scoffed as I flopped back into the chair that was across from her.

"You mean the controlled daughter. The daughter who still has a curfew at my age. I still need permission to hang out with friends, go to the movies. You saw how it was for me growing up, and it is worse now."

"What are you saying?" I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering where she was going with all of this.

"I will do anything to get back at my father, and by proxy, my mother, who let's him control me."

"Anything? Why got some dirt on your old man that you can give me?"

Now it was her turn to scoff and chuckle at me. "Him? No, he doesn't even jay-walk. Does the speed limit, doesn't do any illegal drugs, and has no mistresses."

"Then what are you getting at?"

I watched as she bit her lip and looked me up and down. "The only thing he cares about is his image. That is why he has me on such a short leash, and is so controlling. Imagine if word gets out that I, his perfect daughter, ended up sleeping with his rival's son. He would drop out of the election, leaving your father the winner once more."

"And what makes you think I would sleep with you?"

"Oh Gator, I see the way you look at me. Even as teens. Even when I see you at the diner, or when I seem to see you when I am shopping."

She has got me there. Even now, the thought of her willing to sleep with me has me squirming around in my seat, just like I would have done if I was a teenager.

"How will he know you slept with me?"

"Record it."

"You ready?" I asked her, as I looked down at her. She was on her knees and looking up at me. Her wrists were still ziptied, at her request. "More than anything, Gator." She softly said. The way she said my name had a shiver go up my spine.

I pressed the record button on my phone, which I had placed on the table, not far from us. There was no turning back now. I placed my thumb on her bottom lip, and she wrapped her tongue around it and started to suck on it.

"Can't wait to feel your tongue and mouth on my cock." My cock is so hard, and it as has been ever since she suggested fucking me and recording it.

With a loud pop, she let go of my thumb, and I placed the thumb under her chin as I undid my belt and pulled down my pants with her help.

My cock was already leaking as it slapped against my stomach. I gripped my cock with my hand, and jerked it a few times. She stuck her tongue out and I placed the head of my cock on her tongue.

Her eyes closed as she wrapped her lips around the tip, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes open, as I didn't want to miss a single moment of my cock disappearing down her throat. I know she can deep throat. That is all I heard in high school.

My breathing picked up as she slowly took me inch by inch in her mouth and down her throat until her nose was resting in pubic hair.

I gripped the back of her head and held it in place. "Gonna fuck your face darlin'."

I pulled my hips back slightly and then thrust back into her mouth, increasing my speed and pace until I was using her mouth like my own personal flesh light. She had tears streaming down her face, and I decided to give her a break.

I pulled all the way out, and she took a deep breath as soon as she could, but to my suprise, she placed my cock in her mouth and took me completely down her throat once more.

"Oh, you want to be treated like a fuckin' whore huh? Alright." I gripped the back of her head once more. I fucked her mouth for who knows how long. She had spit dripping out of the sides of her mouth, onto her chin and tits.

I pulled out once more, and she was gasping for air, but I didn't pay any mind to that. I gripped her still bound wrists and pulled her up, reaching for the phone and bringing it to her face, wrapping my hand around her throat.

"Say hi to your Daddy." I sneered.

"Hi Daddy." She squeaked.

"You see how much of a little whore your precious daughter is? She just had a Tillman's cock down her throat."

I placed the phone back in position. I sat on the couch and pulled her along with me, making her face the other way so her back was against my chest.

She sat down in my lap, and I spread her legs as far as they could go. Wanting him to see what I am going to do to his precious daughter.

I reached down and started rub her pussy and her clit. She was already soaked. With my other hand, I shoved two fingers inside her tight pussy, swearing at the feeling of her pussy already trying to choke my fingers.

"Pussy so tight, how is my cock going to fit huh?" She didn't say anything as I was moving my fingers in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit. I stopped running her clit and pulled my fingers out of her pussy.

"What the fuck Gator? I was so," She let out a cry as I slapped her pussy, making her try to close her legs. "You are not the one in charge here. I am. Now me a good girl, and open your mouth."

Her mouth dropped before my sentence was even finished. I shoved the two fingers that were in her pussy, in her mouth and commended she suck, which she did.

"Good girl." I praised as I pulled my fingers from her mouth. I wrapped my arm around her waist and lifted her while my other hand held my cock steady, as I rubbed it against her pussy, making sure that I get it nice and wet.

The moment the tip was engulfed by her warm and tight pussy, I let out a loud moan, as did she. "That's it." I said as she slowly took me inside of her. "I know, darlin', it is too big for your little pussy."

She kept gasping my name as she sunk down on me, now my cock is buried deep in her pussy and we are getting this all on camera. I can only imagine what she looks like as I spread her legs wide.

"Now enjoy the ride, and don't forget to scream my name." I put my arms under her legs and started to pound up into her.

Her head flung back against my shoulder as she cried out my name. "Look at me." I snarled, and she turned her head to look up at me. Her eyes half closed due to the pleasure.

"Who owns this pussy?" I asked loudly, making sure the camera caught what I was saying.

"You do." She replied, but that wasn't good enough for me. I stood up and walked us over to the table, never once leaving her pussy.

I pushed her face forward onto the table and gripped her hip, while my other hand pulled her head back to have her look into the camera.

"I will ask you again, who owns this pussy?"

"Gator." She cried out as she moved her hips, trying to get some type of friction instead of just warming my cock.

"Do not test me. Who. Owns. This. Pussy?" Each word was followed by a hard thrust.

"Fuck! Gator Tillman does. Oh fuck, Gator Tillman." She sobbed out.

"Good girl." Was all she got from me as I pounded into her pussy. My pace was brutal as I fucked her. She screamed out my full name as she came. I almost followed behind her, but I wasn't ready to stop this.

I finally let go of her head to wrap my arm around her waist and pulled her back against my chest. The only sounds in the room are her mumbling my name and my cock going in and out of her pussy.

"Should I fuck your ass too? Let your father know who your real Daddy is?" Her pussy seemed to get tighter, if that was possible around my cock.

I pulled out of her pussy and pushed her forward, once again across the table.

I grabbed the phone and held it in one hand while I placed my cock at the entrance. She instantly relaxed as I pushed forward, getting the tip in first and then slowly thrusting in and out of her ass, all the while, having the phone record all of this.

"Shit." I growled.

"Gator." Was the only thing falling from her lips.

"To fuckin' cock drunk, aren't ya? Like me fucking your holes. Maybe I should keep you, have you dripping with my cum all day every day."

"Please." She has no idea what she is saying please too.

I needed to see her face. Without missing a beat, I pulled her back against my chest once more and looked into the mirror.

Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes half closed. Gripping my arm that was across her chest with her still binded hands.

I brought the camera up, so it was pointed at the mirror. "You're gonna drop from this election. If not, I will make a copy and send it to everybody you know."

"Hold the phone." I told her. I could still see that it was pointing where I wanted it to be. I snaked my hand down her body, all the while still fucking her ass.

I started to rub her clit, making her scream out my name once more. The only thought she had in this state was me and me alone.

"You don't want them to see Roy Tillman's son fuck her face, or sink his cock in her ass."

"Who is making you feel good, baby?"

"Gator Tillman." She moaned. She was close. I could tell.

"Who are you going to cum for?"

"Gator Tillman." I rubbed a bit harder.

Her lower half was shaking. Between me being balls deep in her ass, my fingers rubbing her clit, it was all too much.

"Which family are fuckin' winners?" I snarled just as she came.

"The Tillman's. Oh my, fuck, GATOR." She screamed my name as she came, dropping the phone on the table, but I didn't care.

I fucked her ass through her orgasm, but it all became too much.

With a loud groan, I stilled and came deep in her ass, moaning her name. She gasped my name as she felt me fill her hole with my cum.

I pulled out of her abused hole and moaned at my spend, dripping from her ass onto the floor. I gripped the phone quickly and pointed it at her ass.

"See that." I moved the camera to my face. "You don't want your friends to see your precious daughter for who she really is. Drop out."

I turned off the camera and threw my phone back onto the table.

"Fuck, Gator. Can we take these off?" She asked about her wrists. I cut them off.

"Now, I just got to edit it, and cut out some bits." I said.

The next day, I placed the DVD into the mailbox, addressed to her dad. I know he was panicking, but he had no one to call.

The sheriff's office isn't going to help him, and he knows that. Her father isn't a stupid man, and he knows that Roy is behind this.

Not even an hour later, I got a text from my Dad saying that her father dropped out of the election.

"Seems he has seen it. Dropped out of the election." I said as her mouth moved up and down my cock.

"That's great." She said as she pulled her mouth off my cock.

"I didn't say stop." I snarled, pushing her head down to take me back into her mouth.

A few moments later, I was groaning her name as I came, her swallowing as fast as possible not to waste a single drop.

The phone went off again, and I read the message from an unknown number. "Keep her." I read it out loud.

"I just might."

She knew at that moment that she went from being controlled by her father to now being controlled by me.

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[fan-goddess]

Could you do Tom Bennett X corruption/innocence and stepcest for kinktober?

Authors Note: Of course! Though because stepcest wasn’t in my original list, I won’t be writing it whilst I do this. I have nothing bad towards it I just don’t want to write it if I haven’t established I’d write, if that even makes sense? Hope you still enjoy it though!

Warnings: Corruption, innocence kink, some blasphemy, oral f receiving, choking, claiming, almost a yandere sort of thing if you squint cause it gets sorta dark at the end (if I forget/miss any let me know!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat, @madelynwal,

Tom Bennett remembered the day you moved next door as clear as day.

He remembers looking out the top window of the house at the sound of chatter down bellow, and seeing you right then and there practically seemed to take his breathe away.

He remembers that you wore a light pink sundress whilst you helped your family out with the moving boxes, and most clearly of all how it flowed with the slight breeze, rising up slightly to show your no doubt soft thighs to him.

After he’d gone downstairs and insisted he’d help you with the boxes, claiming a pretty lady like yourself shouldn’t risk dirtying her palms with hard labour, the blush you rewarded him with was all worth it.

Ever since then, it was moments like that what brought him all that closer to the heaven between your thighs.

Complimenting your non-revealing clothes that every time he sees you in them makes him want to tear them off and see what’s underneath. Insisting he helped you with carrying anything into the house just so he could get a look at the layout for any future visits.

It was how he had access to your house currently.

“Let me carry that for you love! Can’t have a pretty girl like you getting yourself all dirty now can we!” He grins, taking ahold of the bag on your shoulder like clockwork and walking towards the door with you trailing behind him like a puppy on a lead.

“Thank you Tommy, but you do know you don’t need to always do this?”

“Nonsense love! Gotta look after my pretty woman!” He insists, smirking to himself when he sees the familiar light blush taking over your cheeks as you unlock the door for him.

Tom walks over the dining table as usual and begins to unpack the bag. It’s just regular food items. Apples, some meat products, eggs, that sort of stuff. Yet still, he takes his time unpacking it all to stare at you just standing there pretending not to watch his arms whilst he stretches them purposefully to put stuff in the cupboards.

“Need help with anything else love? Mummy and daddy gone for the day have they?”

“Oh yes they’ve gone to visit nana in Norwich, as she hasn’t been feeling well lately according to her letters. But Tommy I don’t need anything else! Really!” You insist, shaking your head to emphasise.

“Oh well love, it’s a good thing I think your being a bad girl and lying to me…” Fuck… if this goes South he’ll never forgive himself. But it’s now it never really, Tom thinks stepping towards you slowly.

“I-I don’t know what you mean-“

“Oh I think you do!” Tom insists, practically stalking towards you till your backs against the doorframe, and his own body leans over yours with an arm over your head for that extra affect.

One good thing about the position. He can see your chest rapidly rising up and down with your shallow breaths you cannot seem to be able to hold.

“I think you’ve been a naughty girl indeed. A naughty girl who goes as far as touches herself to the thought of her neighbour…” It’s a wild shot in the dark, even he has to admit as he murmurs it into your ears. But by the way your eyes widen and sink to the floor while you bite up lower lip hard between your teeth, he suddenly feels like he’s hit a bullseye playing darts drunk.

“How did you know…” You whisper, your eyes locked only on the floor by his feet. But when he places a finger on your chin to lift your head and meet your eyes, he almost chuckles seeing your innocent eyes staring so intently at him.

“It doesn’t matter right now little one. All that matters, is this.” Tom feels his heart may fall from his chest with how hard it beats, as he leans his head forward and connects lips with you.

He can tell your inexperienced. Your clumsy with how your lips move whilst his own hold back dramatically in the intensity he wishes to unleash on you.

Yet your hands seem to have a mind of their own.

One clasps around the hair on the back of his neck to tug slightly, whilst another clenches on the front of his plain shirt.

It seems that you are as keen for this as he is…

“What an eager girl…” Tom grins, detaching himself from your lips and smiling at your whine of annoyance.

“Maybe we should go to your bedroom little one. I’m curious to see if the carpets match the drapes…”

The blush Tom is rewarded with as he leads you to upstairs, nearly is better than what he wishes to achieve.

When he gets up the stairs with you in tow, Tom looks for you to lead him to where he needs to go. And it is with great amusement when he gets lead into a room right of the landing, that is bright pink and filled to the brim with books of all titles.

“My little ones a little scholar is she?” Tom muses, teasing you as he leaves lingering kisses on your lips, the sound of which echoes in the small room. He barely thinks there’ll be enough room for the two of you there, but even he thinks it’s a bit too far to suggest your parents bed. Not with what he want to do to you anyways.

“Tell me little one. Have you read on any human anatomy before?”

“Yes Tom. I have. Though not much. Daddy didn’t like me reading them as he said they were too dirty for me.” You murmur, clinging to his clothing almost desperately.

“Well. What I am about to teach you, will be more helpful than any of those books you’ve ever read.” Tom whispers, slowly unbuttoning the clasps on your dress to reveal yourself to him.

And when Tom gently positions you on the bed where you’re left laying naked for him to ogle and admire, Tom feels practically breathless.

Your tits and naked body feels like such a temptation, that he feels at liberty to compare it to Eve and the apple. Only his desired fruit is a lot more wet and sweeter than some normal apple…

When he kneels and leans forward and begins to taste you, he can’t help himself from groaning and taking your body in his hands to keep you still whilst you thrash above him. Your hands gripping tightly in his hair whilst you cannot seem to handle this new sensation running through your whole body.

“Oh fuck Tommy so good please please pleeease I can’t- I can’t-“ You scream, “S-somethings happening! I think I need to pee” You whine some more. It’s unsurprising that a girl like yourself would know what is happening. Yet even still Tom takes sick pleasure in depriving these forbidden desires from you. Knowing he’s the one whose taught you this feeling. Knowing he’ll be the only one showing you this feeling.

When he feels the sudden flood of flavour of your juices as you cum, the death grip he has on your thighs will no doubt leave marks as he makes sure he’s licked every once of your pleasure from you. And when he’s hears the small whimpers of overstimulation, that’s when he knows he’s only just begun to achieve what he wanted.

Tom stands near to full height before he begins to undo his belt and his trousers. The smug and satisfied smirk on his face going unnoticed by you as you all but ogle his erection that strains from his underwear.

“W-will it fit?” You whisper, your voice sounding hoarse from your onslaught of shouts and screams from earlier.

“Doesn’t matter either way little one. I’ll make it fit whether your pretty little cunt can take it or not…” The dark tone he uses sending shivers even down his own spine as he takes his cock in hand and tugs it a couple times till he’s fully hard, before kneeling slightly and directing it to your already dripping again entrance.

As Tom enters you slowly, his eyes train only to look at your face, no matter how badly he wants to see your cunt swallow him. As the sight of your face forming that flushed dazed look is honestly better than anything he’s seen in his life. And it only gets better when he begins to slowly shallowly thrust into you in a strange mercy move, and your eyes shut tightly and your mouth makes an ‘O’ shape whilst you moan.

It’s as if he’s died and gone to heaven.

“Such a good girl for me…” He groans, finally looking down and seeing how a slight ring of your juices has already formed on his cock. “Swallowing me so well…”

He doesn’t speed up as much as he wants to. Only a little so he can wait and hear you beg for him.

“P-please Tommy! I need more!” There it is, he thinks, seeing your open your eyes slightly to look at him all prettily whilst they appear to water in front of his very eyes. “I neeeeed it!”

“Well then, who am I to deny my pretty little thing what she wants…” Tom grins, before thrusting his whole cock inside of you quickly and already picking up the pace to thrust at a steady pace.

The sounds of your whines and whimpers as you try to contain yourself makes Tom smile satisfactorily while he all but ruts into you. And when he places a hand on your throat in a no doubt claiming manner, the sounds you reward him with are music to his ears.

“Good girl… such a good girl…” Tom groans, his thumb tracing illegible things on your swollen clit that leaves you practically screaming beneath him once more.

“T-Tom, t-that feelings happening again!” You cry, digging your blunt nails into the skin of his back that causes small sharp grunts to leave him the deeper you push them into his skin.

“It’s okay little one… you can cum… do it now!” With a deep almost possessive growl coming from deep within his chest, Tom can feel your tight cunt clench around him, and his own release comes soon after as he locks his legs around your own to keep him as deep as possible.

“You were such a good girl for me…” Tom murmurs, dotting wet kisses along the length of your naked torso. He even smiles faintly when he nibbles slightly on your skin at random times and small hesitant noises chirp from your throat when he does so. “Such a good girl…”

“Tom…” You murmur, your eyes barely keeping open as they attempt to look at him all serious. It was adorable to look at really.

“Yes pretty girl?”

“What going to happen now…”

Tom looks up at you with dark hooded eyes, and when he meets your own, he can’t help himself from cupping your jaw firmly with his palm to make sure you’re awake and looking at him with wide eyes.

“What happens little bird, is that i’m gonna look after you now. And nobodies gonna touch you, not when I’m here. Not ever… not over my dead fucking body…”

#tom bennett imagine #tom bennett/reader #tom bennett x you #tom bennett fanfiction #tom bennett x reader #tom bennett smut #tom bennett #world on fire smut #world on fire #ewan mitchell character #my k!nktober #my kinktober #kinktober #my works

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Sweater Shopping

kai parker x bonnie bennett

summary: bonnie needs to buy a new sweater for the holiday season. kai, much to her annoyance, invites himself along.

tags: thanksgiving, autumn, not canon compliant, enemies to friends

word count: 2k

a/n: working on several different things, but in the midst of those, decided i needed a cheesy bonkai fluff-ish piece, so here's one

When Bonnie hears the passenger door shut after closing her own, she sighs. She does, however, thank the higher power above for getting her to the mall safely, considering her travel buddy has been known to attack people from the backseat of their cars. 

The boy in question smiles at her as he approaches. He puts his phone in his pocket and follows her across the road. 

Bonnie glances at him from the corner of her eye. “When I said I forgive you, I did not mean that we would be friends. And I certainly did not mean you could follow me around everywhere.”

Kai kicks a pebble across the pavement, but doesn’t answer. 

“Why did you even come with me? The mall is the last place I’d ever think you’d want to be.”

“I don’t see it as a place you’d be, either.”

“I need a new top for the holidays. My mom wants me to come over for Thanksgiving, and all my sweaters are looking pretty rough.”

“Ah.”

Bonnie lets her feet carry her to her old favorite store. She hasn’t visited in ages, but she and Elena and Caroline used to go all the time together. 

“So where’s your mom live? What’s she do?”

The girl turns to give him a sharp look. “Why do you care?”

“Damn, just curious, okay? You always talk about your Grams. I don’t know anything about your mom.”

“You don’t know anything about me, either.”

Kai clicks his tongue. “I know more than you think.”

“Ugh.” She turns back to watch where she’s going. 

“Okay, look, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to upset you.”

“Then stop talking.”

He opens his mouth again, but then promptly shuts it. 

Satisfied, Bonnie turns the corner into the store. “If you’re gonna be here, stay close. Don’t need you wandering off and killing someone,” she mutters.

Kai nods, mouth still sealed. 

For the next ten minutes as she browses, he lurks a good five feet away at all times. With time, though, he starts to pick up on what kind of sweater she’s looking for, and to her indignation, offers some options. 

“Bon.”

“What?”

He lifts up a pastel blue one.

“No.”

“This?” A green with a frilly collar. 

“No.”

“This?” Now, it’s a maroon with a lower neckline. 

She sighs, ready to snap, but then kind of likes that option. “Maybe.”

Kai, smiling, loops it around his arm to keep for her. 

After she’s collected five or six options, she searches for the dressing room. Kai follows her into the section, but when her hand reaches for the knob into the actual room, she turns to him. 

“Stay.” Like a troublemaking dog. 

To her surprise, he does. 

Kai waits patiently, tapping his boot heel on the wooden floor, while she changes. His eyes are trained on the door, curious, but not daring to ask any questions. 

Bonnie, meanwhile, stares at herself in the mirror. She isn’t sure how she likes the pink-ish, argyle fit, and crinkles her nose with uncertainty. She sighs, then snaps a picture to send to Caroline. For three minutes, she waits for a reply. After nothing, she caves. 

“Hey,” she opens the door slightly and catches Kai’s attention.

His gaze is on her immediately. “Hi.”

“I need you to tell me how this looks. I don’t know if I like it.”

“Okay.” His heart races with excitement. 

Bonnie opens the door wider to show him the whole top. Kai tries not to stare, and more importantly, tries to form an appropriate reaction that doesn’t include stuttering.

The sweater is cute, and matches the rest of her outfit well, but doesn’t seem like her style. 

“I like the color, I’m just not digging it,” Bonnie explains. 

Kai then nods. “It doesn’t seem like you.”

“Okay. Putting it in the ‘no’ pile.”

She shuts the door. 

Two minutes later, she opens the door again. “Opinion?”

It’s a plain forest green, although with tiny green sparkles throughout it. Again, she looks beautiful, but it’s still not a match. 

“I don’t like it,” she states. 

“I don’t dislike it, but I think you could find something better.”

She gives a short nod. “‘No’ pile.”

By the third time, Kai’s expecting her. The first two times, he was caught off guard, but now he waits eagerly to see the next option. 

“Red,” she announces. It’s more of a maroon, but Kai doesn’t correct her. “Might look good with some gold jewelry.”

He smiles in agreement. “I like it. Gold would match well.”

“It’s a little big in the shoulders.”

“I didn’t notice until you pointed it out. But it gives it kind of a comfy look.”

Bonnie seems to like that answer. She smiles a little before poking her head back into the room. 

In a minute’s time, she presents another. “This one’s cool.”

Kai agrees immediately. This option has a criss-cross design across the top, exposing her chest just a little. Half of it is gray, but it’s an ombre into black at the bottom. 

“Here’s the back.” She turns so he can see the ombre from the other side. 

His breath hitches in his throat at how well fits her perfect body. The whole top is slightly cropped, too, showing off her tight jeans. “Um,” he stutters. He tears his eyes away as she turns back to face him. If he hadn’t known better, she did that on purpose. 

“Opinion?”

“Maybe not to wear at your mom’s. But you should get it anyway because it looks really good on you.”

Bonnie looks in the mirror at her figure. “I see what you mean. Maybe I’ll just get it for fun.”

“You should.”

A small smirk tugs on the edge of her lips. She definitely did that on purpose. 

“Okay. Two more choices.”

Kai’s foot taps harder against the wood as his mind clings to the image of her. She laughs to herself, having no idea why she decided to tease the boy, but is certainly having fun doing it. 

“Alright, your pick.”

It’s one of the ones he lifted up for her. Another maroon option, though with a v-neck that’s slightly off the shoulders. It fits well, hugging her body, but not too much. There’s no pattern or design, but she kind of likes it that way. 

“I think I already have a pair of earrings that would go with it.”

Kai smiles. “It looks nice on you.”

“It’s very soft, too.” 

Unexpectedly, she steps out of the room for him to touch. He leans forward to feel the cashmere material. The softness of it makes him relax, visibly, as he stops tapping his foot. 

“Comfortable.”

“Very. Alright, I have one more.”

Kai pulls his hand away, but can still feel the threads lingering on his skin. He waits patiently for the last one. 

It’s plain black, again with the argyle design, but without any frill. Bonnie likes it, but it doesn’t stand out in the way the others did. 

“Opinion?”

Funnily enough, Kai’s thoughts on it match her own. “Looks good, but I like the other ones better. Color suits you.”

That comment makes her smile. “Okay. So which of the maroons, then? The slightly baggier one, or the slight v-neck one?” Kai ponders her question for a moment. Meanwhile, she continues, “I like both, but with the first maroon, I’d have to buy gold jewelry. But with the second one, my bra strap shows a little.”

“So what?” Kai says without thinking. “Girls wear bras.”

Bonnie actually laughs. “Yeah, but I’m seeing my mom. Whom I don’t know all that well when it comes to her opinions of clothes.”

Kai bites his lip. “You look gorgeous in both of them.” 

She searches his face, taken off guard by the comment, but finds complete sincerity. “Thank you.”

He only nods. “Which is more comfortable?”

“I like them both. Though that cashmere is tempting. And the price isn’t outrageous.”

“I felt like you’d like it because you seem to always wear lower necklines or v-necks.” 

She thinks about that. “I do, yeah. I don’t like the feeling of clothes being tight around my neck.” She pauses. “Alright. I’m going with the second one. Plus I already have jewelry for it.”

“Are you still getting the ombre one for fun?”

Bonnie stops abruptly at his question. “How do you know what ombre is?!”

“I have a sister! I know these things.”

“Hm. Not a lot of boys would know terms like that.”

“Jo and I used to be close,” he reveals, “I remember some of the hairstyles and colors she used to pull off.”

The thought makes the girl laugh. She likes this more human side of Kai. A far cry from the sociopathic, alien-like creature she knew in the prison world. Maybe all it took to see it was for Bonnie to give him a chance. 

“Alright, then.” She smiles. “And yes, I’m getting both.”

The next time she hears her passenger door shut, she finds herself glad that the little troublemaker came along. She got to see a different side of him, and actually enjoyed his company. He came in handy, too, with his opinions on the sweaters. Caroline hadn’t answered until they were in the check-out line. 

“Mhhhmmm, pink’s kinda more my color,” her text said, “maybe there’s a maroon?”

Bonnie showed Kai the text with a smile. 

She replied to the girl, “got a maroon one, thanks!”

What she neglected to say was that Kai picked it out for her. She kept that little tidbit to herself, as well as the fact that she had fun with him. To Bonnie’s knowledge, though, Caroline doesn’t even know the little weasel slipped into her car in the first place. 

“So…” the weasel in question starts, “what day are you going to your mom’s?”

“Two days before the actual day of Thanksgiving. She knows I have Friendsgiving here on the actual day, and she knows my best friends are closer to me than she is.”

“Ah.”

“So I’m driving down that day, but then staying the night, then driving back in the morning-ish. She lives in North Carolina,” Bonnie finally reveals.

“Oh. Are you, uh, going by yourself? Like, Elena coming with you, or something? That’s quite a drive.”

“It is, but no.”

“Damon?”

“Hell no. She hates him. He’s the one who turned her.”

“Oh,” Kai repeats, then, quieter, “shit.”

“Yeah. So just me.”

“Can I go with you?”

“What?!”

“I don’t know, just asking. Keep you company.”

“I’m not sure, Kai…” Yes, she had fun today, but to spend a four hour drive with him? And to introduce him to her mom? She’s not sure about that. 

“It’s okay,” he says quickly, “I get it.”

“I just…” She makes the mistake of looking over at him. His eyes look slightly sad, the skin underneath tinted with bags. His hands are clasped in his lap, unusually still. “Tell you what… we still have a good week and a half until then. If you are good, and promise to be on your best behavior around my mom, maybe I’ll let you come with me.”

“Wait, really?”

“Since you picked out such a nice sweater for me to wear,” she jokes. 

“I promise I’ll be good. I won’t even bug Damon for fun.”

“You better not.”

Kai’s quiet, though internally very excited. Then, after a moment, he asks, “does this make us friends?”

Bonnie sighs. “Guess it sets us on the path to friendship. If you can promise to be good,” she reiterates one more time. 

The boy smiles one more time. “Yes!” He mutters, lowkey fist pumping the air. 

Bonnie watches him, hoping she made the right decision. Truthfully, he has been a lot better to her and her friends lately. Maybe he’s grateful for the accidental second chance he got when they realized they needed his magic to return from 1903. Or, maybe, it’s Bonnie seeing him in a different way now that he’s seemed to settle down. Either way, it would be easier to be friends, rather than enemies, with Kai, and maybe, she’ll learn she wants him that way, too. 

#kai parker x bonnie bennett #bonkai #bonkai fics #tvd fanfiction #tvd fics #enemies to friends

[happilyhertale]

Finding the courage – Tom Bennett x female!reader, Part 6

Summary: You spent a sheltered childhood in Brighton. Until the time when your father died. Your mother is overwhelmed with the role of caring mother, which eventually leads you to leave home and seek happiness elsewhere. But you have not in the least anticipated what or who awaits you in your new adopted home.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warnings: In some parts Smut as well as Violence. There will be an extra warning for the respective parts.

Author’s note: Hey you (:

This short Tom Bennett story is based on the request that was sent to me.

The story takes place before the first season of World on fire. I hope you will enjoy the story! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 3k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7, Part 8

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The next evening you are in the kitchen with Lois. You are ready to go out and are only waiting for Tom, who is still upstairs in the bathroom.

Lois is wearing an elegant dark red dress that falls loosely and gently around her curves. A button placket running down the back of the dress holds it together.

You have chosen a dark green dress. It has short arms that end above your shoulders and expose the arms. The dress hugs your torso and shows some cleavage, but not too much. It falls loosely around your thighs and ends just above your knee. Your hair is loose and falls slightly over your shoulders.

Lois fiddles a little nervously with her dress as Douglas enters the kitchen and puts on his jacket, "Have fun tonight, you two. And make sure Tom behaves himself," he smiles at you as you can't help grinning. "I don't think I'll be home until later tonight either. I'm meeting John"

"Oh have fun dad!", Lois calls after him, while you are still waving at him when he disappears through the door.

You both look impatiently at the stairs.

"Tom! If you hadn't come home just before dinner we would have been on our way by now!"

After a short silence, you hear Tom reply, "Ey! Lois! I had stuff to do and I can't possibly go out with you guys if I'm not showered!"

Lois looks impatient, "But I have to be there earlier than the guests, Tom!"

"I need a minute though! Otherwise, why don't you just go ahead?!"

You have to grin a little at the sight of the siblings talking across the stairs.

As Lois turns to you, "Aaargh... are you waiting for Tom? Otherwise I would have to leave you standing there alone."

You smile at her, "No problem Lois, we'll catch up"

She hugs you briefly and leaves the house.

You hesitate for a moment, but then finally go slowly up the stairs.

As you stand at the top of the stairs, your eyes fall on Tom. He has his back to you and is looking in the mirror. You like the sight. The buttons of his shirt are still open. But even through the shirt you can see how defined his back is. You bite your lower lip lightly. You are a little afraid of feeling this way about Tom, but your desire for Tom is already too great for you to do anything about it now.

"Aye love... do you like what you see?"

He grins at you in the mirror and you feel the familiar heat on your cheeks. You'll probably never get used to his direct manner.

"The question is rather whether you have regained your beauty and whether we can leave now," you can't suppress a smile.

"Ouch...love...cheeky.... I like that," he winks at you. You have a big smile on your lips now and look to the side.

"But yea, we can go", he turns and looks straight at you now. Slowly he comes towards you and buttons up his shirt. You notice how your breath catches... Maybe you would rather stay here with him.

As he stands before you, you notice the faint smell of perfume and the thought of him perfuming himself for you makes your heart flutter.

He stands in front of you and you feel the warmth radiating from him. You look into his eyes as you hear him whisper, "Shall we go, love...?"

You are tempted to shake your head, but instead you just nod and bite your lip lightly. But Tom is no different. He can hardly resist the sight of you and would love to throw you onto the nearest bed and enjoy the fact that you are home alone right now.

When you arrive at the dance hall, some people are already there. Tom takes you to the bar and orders you drinks. As you take your first sip, you see Lois coming towards you. She is accompanied by a pretty lady. "Ah, you made it in time after all! Y/n, this is Connie, a good friend of mine and she's going to accompany me on the piano"

You smile at her, "Hey Connie"

She smiles at you too, "Hey, I've heard a lot about you... Thanks to you, Lois has more time for our music!"

You laugh lightly.

"And Tom has finally managed to come to one of our gigs," she now turns to Tom.

"Well, I'll have to watch out for shady guys hitting on you"

She smiles

"Okay Connie, we need to get to the back, we're about to start"

The two of them leave you standing. Tom is standing right next to you and lights a cigarette. You take a few sips of your drink and look into the ever-growing crowd. Until suddenly you hear Tom whispering in your ear, "You know, you look really stunning today"

If it wasn't so dark, you're almost sure that the bright red of your cheeks would be visible. He grins at you.

You bite your lip lightly and have to grin too.

"You know... maybe you smell pretty good today... almost seductive"

He raises his eyebrows and puts his arm around your waist, "Is that so? But only almost seductive...?"

He slowly pulls you towards him so that you are standing in front of him. His arms are around your body and the scent of his perfume rises to your nose. You want to press your nose into the crook of his neck. Your hands are on his chest and you are tempted to just kiss him. He seems to sense your thoughts and grins, "Well, do you have sinful thoughts?"

You have to look to the side and grin sheepishly. When Tom suddenly leans forward and leaves soft kisses on your neck.

You take a startled breath, "Tom…! What if Lois sees this?" you whisper, startled.

Tom continues to kiss you, his arms still around your waist. Until he whispers in your ear, "She's backstage... She can't see us"

Your breath catches as his hands suddenly rest on your bottom and push you closer to him.

You stare into each other's eyes and slowly you dare to breathe again.

"Well love... we might as well be home now... Alone..."

You chuckle and shake your head. Tom grins and lets his gaze wander around the room.

He raises his eyebrows a little, "See that guy there... That's Harry, by the way."

You turn and see a tall guy step through the door. He has dark hair and seems handsome. But his expression looks rather sad. As Tom pulls you out of your thoughts and leads you by the hand away from the bar. He pulls you further to the front and that's when you notice that Lois has stepped onto the stage.

The mood is exuberant. People are dancing and enjoying the music. Lois has a wonderful voice. You can rarely take your eyes off Lois. As Tom fetches one drink after another, you are slightly drunk by now. But the more Tom drinks, the more often his arm is around your waist and you enjoy this closeness.

You dance with Tom all the time. Again and again he turns you back and forth. In the end you always end up in his arms. A grin that continuously plays around your lips does not disappear from your face. But when a slow song starts, Tom pulls you close to him without warning - you didn't expect that. His arms are wrapped around your body. Your arms are on his neck. For you, there is only Tom and his blue eyes. His perfume rises up your nose again and you lose yourself in the deep blue. You can't help but notice how his gaze keeps wandering from your eyes to your lips. You have the incredible urge to just give in and kiss him. To feel his warm, soft lips on yours again and his hands wandering along your body... But you don't dare. He leans forward and his lips lightly brush your ear. A shiver runs down your spine as he whispers in your ear, "I have to admit that dancing is not so bad..."

He lingers in your immediate vicinity and lets his nose wander gently over your neck. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment. A light kiss, barely perceptible, lands on your sensitive skin, just below your ear. As he leans back, he smiles at you as you bite your lower lip.

Carefully you just press your face into the crook of his neck and inhale his scent. Tom closes his arms further around you and holds you close to him. Gently you dance to the music, and the numerous couples around you do likewise.

"Shall I get us another drink?" he whispers in your ear.

You look up at him and nod.

He breaks away from your embrace and walks towards the bar.

You turn towards the stage and see Lois. She stands up there confidently and you can see it in her face how much she enjoys it. When the song is over, Tom is not back yet. You look towards the bar. At first you don't see him, but then you realise it's because a lady is hanging around his neck. You can't move at first. As your gaze falls on his hands resting on her hips. She seems to be whispering something in his ear. Your heart aches. A pressure sits on your chest and you have to turn away. You cannot bear the sight. The next song begins. It has a faster rhythm than the one before. As you turn back towards the stage, a guy is suddenly standing in front of you. He smiles at you nicely, "Hey beautiful, want to dance?"

Actually, you wouldn't want to dance with him, but you nod at him.

He takes you by the hand and leads you into the crowd. He pulls you gently towards him and his hand lands on your hip. As he holds up your other hand, your eyes fall on his face and you notice that he looks quite pleasant. He smiles almost shyly at you and that only makes his appearance friendlier. He leads you through the crowd to the music. You laugh from time to time and are almost having fun until you are suddenly stopped.

Tom is standing next to you and looks angry. He holds the guy by the arm, "Ey! Keep your hands off her, she's here with someone!"

It bothers you that he says you are here with someone and not with him.

The other guy pulls his arm free, "Yo! Then the person should not let a pretty thing like her stand on the sidelines!"

Tom pushes the guy back slightly and you gasp in shock, "Tom!"

But he doesn't seem to hear you. Tom takes a drag from his cigarette and blows the smoke in the guy's direction. You take a step between them as Tom appears to continue walking towards the guy.

You apologise to the guy with a slight smile and firmly push Tom backwards by the chest. His gaze finally falls on you.

You look at him questioningly.

"He shouldn't touch you," he eventually says.

Now you look at him indignantly, "But it's okay if the girls hang around your neck??"

He looks at you in confusion until he realises, "No... y/n.. love... you got it wrong"

But before he can say anything else, a lady approaches you.

"Tommy! Here you have hidden!" she giggles.

"Hey Janice...", he says, slightly annoyed, and touches his forehead briefly.

Your eyes grow wide and you look at him in disbelief.

She giggles again and then notices you, "Oh how rude! Hey, I'm Janice!" she hugs you warmly.

"Hey Janice... I'm y/n", you try to smile.

"A sweet thing you are!", she giggles again. The giggling makes you kind of angry.

She turns back to Tom, "But Tom... You just disappeared... Would you like us to go home together today...? You know...", she grins and lightly touches his shirt.

Ouch... That's all you need to hear right now. You have heard enough for your taste. Before Tom can say anything to her, you speak up.

"Okay, I'll let you guys sort this out. Nice to have met you, Janice," you smile at Tom and walk through the crowd back to the bar. Tom calls after you, but you keep walking.

You know you didn't talk about what happened between you... You are also not sure if it is even necessary to talk about it... Maybe he sees the whole thing differently than you do. But it still feels uncomfortable to see another woman getting close to Tom. You don't want to admit it, but the thought that there is another woman worries you more than you thought.

Standing at the bar, you order a drink and turn back to the crowd. Lois comes rushing up to you, "Aaand?" she asks you with a huge grin on her face. "Oh Lois! That was great! I love your voice!"

She hugs you, "Thanks! Now I need a drink"

She gets a drink too and you toast. As she takes a sip, she looks off into the distance, "Oh wait!" she suddenly shouts and runs away.

You look in the direction she disappeared when suddenly Tom is standing in front of you again.

He smiles at you a little shyly. You feel that you could not resist his smile, so you look down at your drink and let your finger slide over the rim of the glass. He stands next to you at the bar and gently nudges your ear with his nose. A soft "love" sounds and you look at him. He is still smiling at you and you cannot suppress a smile. You look into his eyes and you can't quite interpret what you see there, but his gaze looks almost longing. Just as the temptation becomes too great and you are about to let yourself be carried away into a kiss, Lois reappears. Harry is at her side. Immediately your eyes fall on her and Harry.

"Y/n, this is Harry," she smiles at him.

You smile at him too and offer your hand, "Hello Harry" He smiles at you, but his eyes still look sad.

"Oh and Tom, I saw Janice in the crowd… She has been asking me for weeks where she can meet you," Lois winks at Tom.

Tom sighs beside you, "Lois... please don't bug me about it... I've already seen her,"

You take a big sip of your drink. Janice wasn't really rude to you, but you don't like this lady somehow. You can only guess what happened between the two of them. But you still don't want to know the truth.

The circle of people you are standing in gets bigger and bigger. After a while, Connie and a few of her friends join you and you continue to talk and laugh. Your mood also rises again from one moment to the next.

After a while you notice Tom watching you from the side. He grins. You turn to him, "Hmm?"

His grin gets bigger.

"You still like me, do ya?" he whispers to you, before grinning cheekily at you again. He's already had a few drinks and it shows.

"I never said I liked you...", you try to look away, but his smile has captured you.

"Don't want to scare you Love... But… your kisses say otherwise"

Your cheeks glow again and he chuckles. You stand with your back to the bar and lean your arm on the counter. His arm is next to yours on the counter and he discreetly strokes your hand and continues to smile at you. His touches leave a trail of arousal on your skin.

"How about we go home...? You could show me how little you like me with your kisses…" He looks deep into your eyes and you can't answer, only managing to nod slightly.

As you are about to leave, Lois tells you that she wants to stay and that she probably wants to sleep at Connie's. She winks at you as you look at her questioningly.

On the way back, Tom takes your hand in his. You smile at him and walk slowly down the street. He sways a little and you giggle from time to time.

"Tom?" you ask.

He looks at you, "Yes love?"

"What do you think of Harry?"

He looks at you, "Why? Was he hitting on you? Do you want me to go back and..."

You laugh and pull him along by the hand as he turns and wants to go back. "... No! Tom stay here!"

He lets you pull him along, but eventually pulls you into his arms. He kisses you gently. His one hand is on the back of your neck and his thumb caresses your cheek.

"I've been wanting to do that all evening... I wanted to just hold you and… kiss you all evening," he whispers. His eyes look almost sad.

"Let's go home..." you say softly.

He looks at you with a smirk, "What are you going to do with me, young lady??"

You roll your eyes and keep walking.

With quick steps he comes after you and chuckles. When he is beside you again, he looks at you, "About Harry... I don't like him much. And I think he's a snob. But I trust Lois to do the right thing."

You just nod. He takes your hand in his again. Gently he brings it to his lips and kisses the inside of your wrist.

When you arrive home, Tom quietly opens the door.

"Dad?" he calls softly into the house as you stand in the kitchen. But no one answers.

"I guess we're alone... And Lois won't be coming home today," he grins at you.

You bite your lip again and blush at the thought of being home alone with Tom...

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[heartfelia]

Listener Outfits

“ Summit Edition “

‼️ SUMMIT SPOILERS ‼️

i know the redacted girls gays and theys are probably all stressing about what happened to the king of the house of bennette or why vincent and porter are fighting.. again.. or what happened to sweetheart but i really wanna show off what i think the listeners wouldve worn to the summit from my pov :>

⚠️ WARNING ‼️

(i view majority of the listeners as fem btw so if ur not interested in fem!listener stuff pls scooch along 💗)

so first we have angel wearing a gorgeous off the shoulder black gown with gold accents.. i also imagined a black and gold feathered mask but i couldnt find any that suited what i was looking for.

next up we have baaabe.. another stunning off the shoulder gown but entirely in red with a sheer black train, i also imagine asher would have a matching red and black suit since hes their favorite accessory :D

here we have everyones favorite stealth Department Investigator, Sweetheart!! serving those blessed enough to see them in person the “undercover investigator at a ball” realness. i feel like the slit with the simple yet eloquently detailed dress is just as the french would say “tre magnifique” .. and you just know milo turned it out just as well in an all black suit detailed with pearls and perfectly picked jewelry

now one of my personal favorites and my second closest kins amongst the listener, DARLIN’ / tank / hardest bitch on the block.. wtv u wanna call her.

now see i wanted to go a different route because i feel like tank as much as she wouldnt mind wearing a custom made gown and have her hair and makeup done by professionals with the rest of the girls, i feel like she’d definitely serve in something like this still custom made and her make up still done but she did it herself bc she knows what fits her face best. shes giving a little bit of androgyny while still siding in feminine and i adore it. only thing missing would be like a small crown or headpiece of some sort that obviously matched what sam wouldve been wearing but not something to crazy or out there that it distracts from the entire outfit itself.

with lovely unlike with the rest of the girls i had a harder time figuring out what someone partnered with both the host of summit and the prince of house of solaire would wear.. but i settled on this as i feel its elevated enough to where everyone wouldnt wanna take their eyes off of her but also elegant enough for the eyes to be staying on because she looks so good. this paired with the silver and black crown i imagined her getting from vincent is just perfect

now youre probably wondering who else could i have possibly added to this list of nothing but wonderful women and pure beauties amongst the redacted cinematic universe.. the answer is . . . alexis :D

now coming from the house of solaire obviously alexis had to show up dressed down to the 9s, especially when darlin’ and lovely will be in attendance .. the nonexistent “whos the fairest of them all” competition happening in alexis’ head would only lead her to wear this gorgeous, obviously designer, all black floor length gown of which is more than likely one of a kind and a very special piece to her. when i imagine alexis, well i dont really have to imagine when i heard her voice during the imperium i kind of already knew what kind of fashion sense she would go for. and thats why she was honestly the easiest to pick for this.

and with all of that out of the way, i bid you all a wonderful summit’s night <3

art credits: jinyapham and ninanoon :D

#redacted headcanons #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted sweetheart #redacted lovely #redacted alexis #redacted babe #redacted angel #redacted audio #the summit

[spideyscardigan]

you are in love - wes bennett (part i)

word count: 2,149

summary: you're wes' childhood best friend.

warning content: underage drinking and a low-key cringe scene i tried to rush over

general tag: angst but not really, fluff

💌: wes bennett x reader

song: you are in love (taylor's version) by taylor swift (1989 taylor's version)

the warm liquid enters your mouth, making you hum in delight. following the back and forth that went on after wes asked you to help him win liz over, he offered to take you to your favorite coffee shop as a way to bribe you. shamelessly, but not really, you accepted. who are you to pass down free coffee? 

now you were on your way to your mom’s house.  

“are you sure this will work?” wes hesitates, briefly looking at the piece of paper sitting in the front of his car before directing his eyes back on the road.  

you had come up with a list of things wes should do to make liz fall in love with him. the typical compliment her, show interest in her interests, be respectful, etc. but you also added a few you know liz would notice as the helpless romantic that she was.  

you hummed a response, “hmm, you just need to start with being nice, the rest should fall into place like dominoes.” you took another sip of your drink.  

wes looked over to you for a moment without you noticing and a faint smile formed in his face seeing you enjoy your drink. he turned away when you finished. 

“i’ve never met a romance lover who doesn’t love a good enemies to lovers trope,” you reassure him, sparing him a glance then at the headlights of passing cars. “besides, how hard could it be?” 

apparently very hard.  

the very next day, wes had started the day teasing liz as usual. but things went south by the time wes went to school. michael young, an old member of the group and liz’s since-forever crush, had come back from texas. 

“wow, that’s actually crazy,” you had to bite down your lip to stop yourself from laughing, a little amused at the situation.  

you and wes stand by your locker, watching liz and michael’s interaction. “there goes the plan,” wes sighs.  

you look up at wes, seeing his defeated expression. without thinking, you grabbed his hand and drag him to where liz and michael stood.  

“what are you doing?” wes panicked. you only responded by saying, “going to say hi to our friends.” 

michael was the first to notice you both. “wes,” michael greeted him first, and they both do a bro handshake, “you were right on about the biology teacher.”  

wes seemed to be hiding the panic he was previously feeling as he started to talk to michael about how the teacher hates him. you offered liz and joss a smile, though liz was shamelessly drooling over michael.  

keeping up with your end of the deal, you spoke up.  

“michael, you remember ryan clark, right?” michael and wes turned to you, and you gave wes a look. he picked up on what you were trying to do. 

“of course,” michael smiled, “first baseman, right?”  

“exactly,” wes continued, lowring his voice, “ryno’s having a party tomorrow night at his dad’s - you should totally come.” he side-eyed liz but only you caught it. 

this is far beyond the dept you owed wes for taking the fault in your dad’s car wreckage. wes went to parties more than you did, but he had asked you to come with to michael’s for support.  

“wait, so you’re helping her get michael to ask her to prom,” you repeated wes’ words, not believing what he just told you. yesterday, liz went to his house to ask him the exact favor he had asked you.  

wes nodded, hands on the wheel. “at the same time that I'm supposed to be helping you get with her,” you looked over to wes, making sure you both agree the absurd situation wes had foolishly put himself in.  

“look, im not proud of it, but I freaked out!” wes tries, but your stare stays persistent. “for a parking place, too,” you continue the teasing, causing wes to flush.  

the party was loud, and the lights were flashing harshly. these scenes often caused you headaches, so you wanted to stay close to wes the rest of the night, but you feared that would ruin his chances with liz.  

“hey, im going to get a drink,” you voice, pointing to the kitchen, but wes was too distracted looking for liz, who had taken a ride from michael after wes asked him to. “ok, i'll be over there,” he doesn’t point, but you follow his stare and sure enough, it’s directed towards liz and michael.  

you both go your separate ways. you weren’t one to drink, but something about tonight encouraged you to take a shot, which then turned into two, three, four, eight, and next thing you know, there’s a crowd cheering around you as some random girl is pouring the remaining bottle of tequilla down on you.  

wanting to forget the weight of being the only child of divorced parents and the limited time you now had with your dad, turned into the need for a new clean shirt.  

“wes, your girlfriend might be in need of your assistance,” ashley, a girl wes would consider a friend, approached him.  

wes had been standing by liz as she conversed with michael. he would often make small comments here and there, but as he promised, wes was there to simply help the girl he liked be with someone else. 

ashley grabbed the trios’ attention. “you finally got a girl, wes?” michael teased. wes frowned and turned to ashley, who he noticed was drunk. he gently grabs her arms to steady her, but still allowing her to move away if she wanted to. “ash, what do you mean?”  

that's when ryan appears with you wrench in his arms, “hey, sorry, man.”  

immediately, wes lets go of ashley and reaches for you. his whole demeanor changes from relaxed – a little annoyed from liz and michael – to serious, and the only thing on his mind is to make sure you’re safe. “what happened?” 

“i took a shot!” you giggle, trying to stand on your own, before losing balance. wes wrapped an arm around your waist not letting you fall, a concerned look taking over his face.  

he felt your shirt and his frown deepen. he turned to ryan for an explanation, “it was more than one, I fear.”  

you started shivering in wes’ arms, adding to his worries. he remembered his spare change of clothes from baseball practice.  

he looked at liz, being the only one he could trust right now, “im going to need your help,” his voice firm and serious. liz nods, her own face showing concern.  

you hear this and, with your intoxicated mind, think you understand what’s happening. “yea, wesley, rizz her up!” you slur, giggling at your own joke.  

wes merely ignores you, and with a more gentle voice he turns to you, “im going to carry you up, is that okay?” 

you mindlessly nod, too tired to refuse. once you’re safely secured in wes’ arms, ryan guides him to a bathroom upstairs with liz following close behind.  

you snuggle close to the warmth radiating off of wes, when you notice the red head behind you. “i really like your perfume,” you confess to her. Liz looks at you and smiles, “thank you, i try to wear it on special occasions.”  

“that’s nice, and smart,” you smile back, “wes likes it too, but he won't tell you. I would say it’s because he’s shy, but that’s not true.”  

wes clears his throat, making you turn to him. you lazily smile at him, trying your best to wink at him to let him know you’re just trying to help.  

you give your attention back to liz, “he likes a lot of things, actually.” liz continues the conversation, teasing, “yea, like the only parking spot in front of our houses.”  

you squirm in wes’ arms trying to get a better look of liz. “he actually doesn’t really care, he just likes y-” before you can finish talking, wes speaks up, “here’s the restroom!” 

ryan sends another apologetic look at both you and wes, although you don’t realize it, before heading back to the party. wes sets you on the counter and sets his hands on your shoulder to get you to listen to him, “okay, I'll be right back; im only getting some clothes for you to change into.”  

you stare into his eyes, noticing the different shade of brown within them. how soft and gentle can brown eyes be? And why are you just noticing? 

you can only nod, suddenly feeling dizzy.  

wes leaves, closing the door with you and liz in the restroom. you continue to stare at the door even after liz locks it.  

you shake the electric touch wes left lingering on your shoulder and force a smile, facing liz, “just so you know, he's sorry for the frogs in your dreamhouse.”  

from then until wes’ knocks echoed through the restroom, you tried to play wingman by listing every good quality your tired and drunk mind could point out about wes.  

when wes did return, merely minutes after he had left, he didn’t enter the restroom, only asking liz if she could help you chance.  

once you were in a clean chance of clothes, liz opened the door and wes stood from leaning against the wall. “the sweatpants are a little big, but she should be fine,” liz offered a smile.  

wes looked down at her, a sympathetic look on his face. “im really sorry for taking you away from michael,” he apologized, sincerely. liz was about to tell him it was okay, when you jumped in. 

 “aw man, I’m too short for basketball.”  

wes’ eyes go from liz to you, and something that was only supposed to happen with liz, happened. it was like the air was knocked out of his lungs and his heart had done 13 backflips.  

there you stood, holding onto the waistline of his sweatpants to prevent them from falling, with a distraught expression. regardless of the many years of friendship you two shared, you weren’t the type to overstep boundaries beyond the line of friends. thus, this being the first time you had ever worn something of his, and wes didn’t hate the look, not one bit. 

“good think those are from baseball practice,” liz’s voice echoed in wes’ ears next to him, but his eyes stayed on you.  

you were wearing a tank top; one he knows he didn’t have for baseball practice. it showed more skin than you would usually be comfortable showing. even in the summer, you would stay inside where it wasn’t too hot, always refusing to do any activity that required being outside for too long.  

it wasn’t only that the tank top exposed some of your cleavage; it was also the way his sweats would slide downwards, teasing skin from your hips. wes swallows, forcing his eyes away from wandering. 

“i lend her my tank top, by the way,” wes finally looked at liz, “thought it would fit her better.”  

wes walked you to his car now that you weren’t stumbling over your own step after thanking liz.

usually, wes is relaxed when he is near you, but tonight he is very aware of how your shoulder brushing against his, making his breath hitch.  

the car ride back was quiet. your head rested on the window, slowly drifting to sleep, while wes’ grip on the wheel tightened.  

the atmosphere was calm, but wes’ mind was racing from one thought to the next. what the hell happened? to you, and currently him.  

he left you for an hour at most, and you come back to him as drunk mess. he feels guilty for abandoning you when he was the one who asked you to come, but he also knows it isn’t like you to get drunk, not like this. so, what urged you to this time? 

“oh my god!” you suddenly jump in your seat. wes flinches at your outburst, worried eyes glancing at your direction, “what? what's wrong? are you okay?” 

“she knows you play baseball,” you realize. Wes only frowns, confused, “who?” 

“liz!” the smile you give him makes his heart do that weird thing away, and he has to look at the road to keep his cool, “i- yea, she did.”  

“this is great news, bennett,” your energy seems to deem down again, but you keep your eyes on his profile.  

the way his hair falls softly on his forehead, the arch his nose makes, and how the yellow from the traffic light ahead reflects on his skin, making his eyes appear shinier and his few freckles more permanent. 

“why is that?” it’s like wes was the intoxicated one, because any cohesive thought exited his brain. his skin burned under your soft gaze, and he couldn’t help but look back at you.  

“because that means she notices you.” 

a/n: 1989 TAYLORS VERSION LETS GO🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵 obviously the og will be missed but they all sounded SO good (especially you are in love tv😋) crossing my fingers that she releases a cardigan for this rerelease too

#spideyscardigan #spideysworks #jack champion #wes bennett x reader #wes bennett #better than the movies #1989 taylor's version #you are in love taylor's version

[alexyskinnerstories]

Hope M.~ You are the Daughter of Lucifer Morningstar he created you with the help of a thousand years old Nogitsune the only way to help with creating you is also for you to become his daughter as well after they secure their deal they started to research how to make you they succeed they started to scout for the perfect woman to carry you and then they found your mother Bonnie Bennett when she found out she was pregnant she moved to Beacon Hills to get away from Mystic Falls to give you a somewhat normal life until she was needed back in Mystic Falls.

The Quadbrid

*Y/n Point of View*

My dads and I just arrived at this school for the young and gifted ( Supernatural) the headmaster of the boarding school was outside waiting for us I step out of the car and moved to the side door so Elijah and Klaus could jump out after the hit the ground they stretch out their legs and heeled beside me father was talking to the man I take leashes off dogs and pointed to the woods next to the school and speak to them in Romanian. Du-te la olita. I command and then ran off turning my attention back to the old guy I heard the headmaster telling my father that he needed to fill in some more information on me and then my full-time student here we walked into the school and some girls stop in front of me and smiled I raise an eyebrow at them and they giggled they turned to the headmaster and said

Blonde: Father who is this?

Brownhead: Is she a new student?

Headmaster: Yes Josie she is a new student and her name is Y/n Morningstar

The girls gasped and step back in freight my dads and I chuckled I was about to insure them that I mean no harm to them or anyone in the school until a beautiful strawberry blonde sped over girls stood in front of me facing the girls I looked at her check her out from behind dad came up from behind me and smacked my head I held my head in pain and he pulled us over to my father and listen to what the headmaster in the corner of my eye I could see the three girls whispering and glancing over to me.

*Hope Pov*

I was talking with the twins but they keep looking at the new kid I clear my throat to get their attention back from the new kid I don't like how they pay more attention to her than me it was rude I was talking to them and all they could do was look at her.

"Who is the new student?"I ask them with a little attitude in my voice.

That's Y/n Morningstar and that's her father "Lucifer that talking with our dad." Josie replied and looked back at them. I was about to call out for Josie's attention again when Lizzie starts speaking to me.

"Hey hope I was wondering if you could do the truth spell on them so we could know their intentions being here?" Lizzie asked hopefully, I nodded and planned to do it when we are alone with her.

They started to walk to the building when she around and whistle ( The black widow whistle just cause) and looked over to where she was looking and we could see two dogs running to the school from the woods and they ran to stand by her they continued to walk in inside the building and out of my sight.

*Lucifer Pov*

We walked into the school headmaster's office and sat down in some chairs in front of his desk and we started talking about the arrangements that Y/n will need he agreed to the conditions and asked me what kind of supernatural creature my dear daughter " Well, she is a quadbrid which means she has four Supernatural beings in her first is Witch." As I speak y/n showed her witch eyes.

Vampire

Werewolf

Nogitsune

Headmaster: Woah she'll fit in I already have a room for her in mind she will be sharing with someone somewhat like her, I nodded and motioned for Y/n to keep quiet because I know she'll object to sharing with someone but I want her to come out and make friends and hopefully find love after we had everything settled we left he walked to the quarters where the students stay he walked us three to the room she'll be sharing hopefully . We walked in to see her things in the room the headmaster left and I started to help her along with void after a while we were quite finished and we all turned as we hear the door open a young lady with red hair walked in and saw us and went into a defensive stance.

????: Why in hell are you three doing in my bedroom

I start to speak when she interrupted me and rudely speaking

????: You know whatever I don't care why you guys are here get the hell out

Y/n: Well as you see Am you're new roommate and if you don't like it all well I don't care

????: Ahh yeah no get out before I make you

Y/n: I would love to see you try to make me

The redhead shot a blue bolt-like thing at Y/n  but she deflected it with a wave of her hand and destroy at lamp beside the girl's bed

The headmaster runs into the room in front of the girl as she goes to attack again

Headmaster: No Hope she's your roommate because there weren't any other rooms available now stop this immediately

She nodded and apologized to us and went to her bed and got on her phone

I turned back to my daughter and told her I have to leave now she nodded and playful shooed me away I chuckled and kissed her head and walked out of her room as I grab void hand and dragged him out.

Y/n Pov

After my parents leave I sighed and walked over to the Hope girl and say sorry about her lap she said it was alright but I didn't believe her so I waved my hand over it while thinking of it fixing itself.

Y/n: there you go good as new again sorry about messing that up

Hope: You didn't have to do that but thanks anyways

I was about to reply when I had to settle whimpers from the closed door I quickly realized I was Elijah and Klaus and snap of my fingers and made a doggie door appear

I introduced them to Hope she was tensed up I asked her what was wrong and she told me that their names were her late Father and Uncle names I apologize for making her upset she said it was OK I nodded and walked to my side of the room and sat on my bed and read a book I made the dog's food materialize in the corner of the room and they went to go eat.After a while, it started to get dark so I got my stuff I want to take a shower that came back I'll say good night to Hope and went to sleep

#the originals #the originals imagine #hope mikaelson #hope mikealson Imagine #hope mikaelson Imagine #hope x reader #void stiles #lucifer morningstar #x daughter!reader #Bonnie #powerful!reader #g!p reader #intersex!reader #vampire!reader #witch reader #Nogitsune reader #werewolf reader #legacies imagine

[aemonds-wifey]

An unexpected Summer Meeting

Chapter 11

Summary: Tom meets someone from your past , you make a discovery yourself

(Authors note : Bold Italic = Flashback)

“Bloody HMS Keith honestly…” Tom said as he wondered down the corridor , out onto the deck of the mighty ship he was now on.

“Noble name I think.” The sailor walking with him said

“Pfft you would think that mate.” Tom remarked “what’s wrong with something a bit more imposing …”

“Such as?” The other sailor chuckled

“You know like HMS Dauntless or Zeus?!” He laughed.

“You’re a pistol Bennett.” His friend said as they continued to walk along the ship.

June had arrived, carefree summers were a distant memory now- Tom Was in the middle of history, taking part in the Evacuation of Dunkirk. They had done countless trips back and forth, Tom felt exhausted but had to resume duty and rescue the men stranded on the beach. Whatever the cost.

As they walked along the side of the ship towards the rowboat Tom stopped in his tracks as he heard a rumbling of voices carry down the side , something a sailor said stuck in his ears. He couldn’t be sure but something had his determined to find out what was going on.

His feet found themselves drawn to two sailors stood by the railings looking at the beaches ahead. The voice he was intrigued by was a well spoken one, Tom listened quietly

“I said it would bring her here…once the war is over of course .” The man said.

“And your family?”

“Gretchen …she’s expecting…any day now …. so we can all come along.”

Tom wondered over to him and tapped him on the shoulder “Excuse me mate?”

The man turned around “Yes?”

Tom wore a cheeky but slightly intimidating grin “Your bird …Gretchen ? She a. Nice girl ?”

The man nodded “Yeah she’s lovey …”

Tom noticed the name on his lapel: G. Harper

Tom lazily straightened his jacket “George isn’t it?” Tom asked

“That’s right yeah” he held out his Hand “George Harper.”

Tom looked at his hand and scoffed “Think I’m gonna shake that hand?”

George frowned “I don’t follow…?”

Tom nudged the sailor next to him “What do you say Will? Would you shake the hand of a man who cheats on his girlfriend and gets another one pregnant ?”

George’s face dropped “wha…do I know you?”

“No” he stood closer to him “But Y/N does…”

George looked incredibly panic stricken “You know Y/N?”

Tom nodded “I do…very well. Better than you ever knew her.” Cocking his head slightly.

George’s nostrils flared slightly at the insinuation, he looked Tom up and down “Yes well…glad to see she found someone suited to her standing.”

“Meaning what mate? Think she would agree I’m ten times the man you could ever be.” Tom spat.

George scoffed “Oh yeah a charmer. Bennett isn’t it? Yeah I heard about you from the men…bit of a rascal…it’s a shame Y/N sank so low to settle for you…”

Tom flinched “Lower than a cheating rat like you? All your fancy books couldn’t teach you how to appreciate a good woman when you see one.”

George pushed Tom , he fell back against the metal railing , he quickly rallied himself up and threw a swift right hook , clashing with George’s jaw , he spun down onto the ground hitting his shoulder off the railing

“Tom what the hell?!” A sailor asked holding him back, the other sailor George was talking to helped him up- already a bruise was starting to show under his eye. George attempted to lunge at Tom, who only tried to take another swing at him, but being held back hindered his efforts. Cursing at each other they made some noise, until A senior sailor interjected between them “

Lads. Let’s not forget who the real enemy is..Bennett.. get to the boat. We have brave men to bring home.”

Tom glared at George , the officer looked at him “Bennett…we haven’t got all day…The enemy could be back any moment…go…”

Tom was released , he straightened his jacket and ran his fingers through his hair as he walked off to get onto the boat. George watched him, he sneered and ventured off back to resume his duties.

As he descended onto the boat , his friend Will piped up “What was that about Tom?”

Tom sat Down with a frustrated sigh “Nothin…” he muttered

Will sat opposite him, the boat began to rock against the waves and towards the beach . Tom winced slightly as he examined his hand, his knuckles now red and sore with the punch he just threw at George.

He looked out at the beaches and the water that surrounded them,

“How come our ship is called HMS KeithV Keith isn’t the name you give to a fighting ship.” Tom said

“What? Will asked

“Other ships are called Atlantic, Calcutta and Dreadnought and we get Keith.”

“What’s the problem with that?”

“Keith was always the bane of that kid in school who wore a balaclava till April” Tom said as he fiddled with his shoelaces

“Candle wax snot hanging from his nose.” He grinned

Will just laughed at Toms words

“How many trips back and forth have we done twenty? And not one tip all day.” Tom said loudly as the boat rocked slightly

“Would you like it better if it was called HMS Tom?” Will joked

“If it was HMS Tom it wouldn’t be here mate. Be cruising round the brothels of the Med” Will chuckled as Tom grinned for a while , but as his knuckles ached he thought of home and when he would see you again. He missed you fiercely

And meeting George only enriched his love for you and how he only wanted to come back to you spend every free moment with you.

☁️

The water began to bubble with the heat, as you waited for the water to boil you reflected upon your last meeting with Tom- it had been months yet it felt like an eternity.

Tom hugged you so tight as you went with him to the train station, wanting to soak up every last available moment with him. He felt you shake slightly in his arms

He looked down at you “Hey…it will be alright.”

You looked up at him as his thumb wiped away a line tear “You better come back to me Tom Bennett.”

He smiled bitter sweetly

“Whatever it takes?” He asked

With a nod “whatever it takes.”

You kissed him, not knowing if it would be the last or the one of many you would share, you just never wanted it to end. When his lips broke from yours you almost whimpered at the loss of contact, he placed something small and cool in your hands “Here.”

You looked in your hands, his metallic green lighter with a small piece of string wrapped tightly round with a petite silver anchor pendant hanging from the side

You looked up at him “Tom…your lucky lighter I can’t …”

He chuckled “Need you to look after it love, it’s alright we can use it when I get back.”

Your eyes watered and he cupped your face before kissing your lips , you heard the horrible high pitch whistle ring through the station- he had to go.

“All Aboard! Train is about to leave!” You felt tears fall down your cheek as he broke from you and hopped onto the train- he closed the door and put his head through the gap. You rushed over , grasping his coat collar and pulling him down for one kiss- the force of the train pulling out now broke you apart . All you could do was keep your eyes on him as the train went further into the distance. You pressed his lighter to his lips once the platform was empty.

“Y/N?” You heard Douglas say

You turned around and looked at him as he was sat fiddling with his glasses on the table

“Hmm?” You mused

“You alright? The water has boiled.”

So it had, you shook your head “Sorry I must have been lost in my thoughts …” you said as you brought it over and poured some tea for him and Lois.

Douglas knew exactly where your thoughts were, but before he could ask you anything you noticed Lois was absent

“Lois coming down?” You asked

“She said she was.” He said putting his glasses down

You put the kettle

Down “I’ll go it’s okay.” You smiled as you made your way to the stairs.

“Lois?” You called up the stairs, there was no answer . You steadily walked up the stairs and wondered into her and Toms room. “I made some tea for you and…” She sat on the bed , she was unable to hide her condition- but that’s not what for your attention, she was crying. You rushed over to her “hey Lois…what’s the matter.”

You sat opposite her, taking in one of her hands and holding it gently.

“Oh Y/N…I’m so bloody scared. I’m

Not ready to be a mum!” She said.

You had not seen Lois like this, she always seemed so well put together and brave, but even the bravest have moments of doubt and she needed reassurance.

“Lois it will be alright …you will be a terrific mother.” You said holding her hand reassuringly.

She sniffles and wiped away her tears. “That baby will be so lucky…to have your love and oh is that baby gonna love you too.” You said to her,

“You think ?” She asked

You nodded “The most important thing Lois is that you will not be alone…you have your dad, I’ll be here too and Tom too…”

She wept again if Tom comes back…”

You held your breath but did not say anything , Lois was vulnerable and you did not want to make her feel even more upset.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright Lois…he will come back.”

“He really loves you you know?” She said

You smiled a little “I love him too Lois.”

“No I mean he really does Y/N…he’s never spoke about anybody like this…”

“Oh I’m sure he has before-“ you started

Lois shook her head “No. he’d hate me for telling you this but he said to me the night we all met you that you were the only girl for him. “

You heart twirled at her words, how you felt like you could cry with happiness. She continued to cry as she spoke again “and I really really hope he comes back because I think of you as my sister already.”

“Oh Lois…” you said - you put your arm around her and rubbed her arm reassuringly. Lois did act like a sister to you in the time you have known her, the Bennett family had taken you in and shown such kindness you were foreign to. She finally smiled as you smiled at her to give her comfort, both your smiles faded when you heard footsteps coming your way.

You both saw Douglas appear at the door , he looked pale and was shaking. In his hand you noticed a small piece of paper, both your faces dropped at his expression

“Dad?” Lois asked

“It’s…Tom….”

Your heart sank.

Chapter 12

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Drunk Words (Sebastian Kydd x reader)

When Larissa had first tried tempting you to work on Black Friday, you had declined nearly immediately. Of course, her version of tempting was just telling you that you had to and feigning deep disappointment when you turned her down. You knew it would be miserable in the city at that time, and even for a bi-line in Interview magazine, you had no interest in braving the holiday crowds, or the holiday traffic. Instead, you would have much preferred staying home. Then again, when you had initially told Larissa no, you hadn’t been fighting with your father, and your head hadn’t been all clogged up with whatever kind of relationship you and Sebastian were partaking in.

It was damn confusing, is what it was. You weren’t even together and he had the gall to show up at your house, help you with Thanksgiving dinner, save you from your dad’s wrath, sleep with you in his bed, kiss you on the head, and drive you back home the next morning. These were not things that just friends did! And when you had asked him he had called you a friend, directly to your face! You were infuriated with all of the mixed signals and even though Sebastian wasn’t mad at you like your father was, you almost would have preferred the latter’s company since you could at least discern what your dad was feeling. Regardless, you wouldn’t have to deal with either of them tonight. As soon as you had gotten home from Sebastian’s, you had bolted for the phone, dialing up Larissa at lightning speed.

“Hello, darling! Shame really, I don’t have time to talk just now, bit busy pulling all the weight here-”

You cut Larissa off before she could hang up the phone, “No, no, wait! I know I said I couldn’t make it today, but plans changed, I can be there!”, the words flew out of your mouth so fast you were nearly tripping over them.

You could hear Larissa clap her hands together, obviously pleased, “Oh, wonderful darling! We just need to stuff some envelopes and then we’re headed off to Limelight for the evening!”.

Despite your internal emotional turmoil, you were of course excited to see Larissa and Bennett, as well as excited to get out of the city and away from Sebastian and your dad. Before, the aforementioned could accost you in the house, you were shoving your feet into your shoes and dashing out the front door, walking as quickly as you could towards the train that would take you into your city. 

When you arrived at Interview, with its sleek furnishings and glass-paneled walls, Larissa and Bennett were already about halfway through their task, though it was very clearly mostly Bennett’s work as Larissa seemed caught up in perusing her free ‘gifts’. You greeted both of your coworkers with a hug and a kiss on the cheek before setting your stuff down and beginning to work on the envelopes.

The three of you proceeded in silence for a few minutes, only broken by Larissa sidling up next to you with a cheeky grin, eyebrows wiggling suggestively, “So (Y/N) are you bringing that tall, blond sex god with you tonight?”.

You snorted, muffling the sound with the back of your hand, “Sebastian?”.

Larissa nodded enthusiastically, pointing one long, perfectly manicured finger at you, “Yes! That’s the one!”.

You shook your head with a doleful little smile, “I’m afraid not, Larissa”.

She pouted, though it was Bennett that chimed in next, “Well why not? Isn’t he in town?”.

You winced and nodded, “About an hour away by car”.

Bennett grinned, “Well then you should invite him! I can call him right now!”.

You shook your head vehemently, desperately grabbing for Bennett’s arm, “Please, please don’t! We aren’t together anymore, it would be weird. Plus last night he told me he only thinks of me as a friend. Honestly, I don’t need the company, I just want to go to Limelight and dance and drink until I forget all about him. And I for sure can’t forget about Sebastian if you invite him to go with us”.

Larissa huffed  and shrugged, “If that’s what you want, but I think you’re making a mistake letting eye-candy like that slip away”, she sing-songed.

Letting your face settle into a frown, you finished up your work without too much more discourse and by eight-o-clock the three of you had all but finished. 

Larissa tutted at you disapprovingly as you grabbed your purse, “Now (Y/N), you can’t be expecting to go in that!”.

“What’s wrong with this?”, you exclaimed, fingering the glittery yarn of your sweater.

Your friend only settled a bored gaze on you, as if she couldn’t believe you had even just asked that, and without further word, she was pulling you over to her enormous stack of “gifts”. She pondered over the selection, pushing hanger after hanger aside until she settled on a deep emerald, sequined mini dress. It was a bit more scandalous than what you would normally wear, especially with the stilettos that Larissa was brandishing at you simultaneously, but you weren’t feeling like being yourself anyways. Larissa grinned madly at you, mischief sparking in her deep brown eyes, “If you don’t want Sebastian, we shall just have to find you somebody else. You’ve got to loosen up, darling!”.

Before you could answer, Larissa was pushing you towards the bathroom, dress and shoes heaped into your arms. The garment was a pain to get into, it was tight as anything and the sequins itched and poked against your skin, the heels were far too high and you stumbled for the first probably hundred steps you took in them. Nonetheless, you did admit that you felt different wearing this outfit. You didn’t feel like the lonely suburban girl, hung up on an indecently attractive, insanely rich, and painfully unattainable blonde heartthrob. You felt confident, and sexy, and like you could take on the world and forget all about your troubles.

Bennett whistled lowly as you stepped out, though you knew very well it was in good-nature as Bennett did not like you, or others like you. Others, of course, meaning women. “My, my, you absolute little Vixen!”, he cried, grabbing hold of your hand and spinning you around. You laughed and stumbled slightly, thrilled with the approval.

Larissa eyed you approvingly, “Absolutely stunning, darling. Shall we get going?”.

You nodded excitedly, linking arms with Bennett and following Larissa from the building and out onto the street.

Limelight was loud, the music blared out onto the street and the throbbing bass was enough to vibrate every single one of your organs. You had a feeling, this would be exactly what you needed. The line outside was horrifically long but being with Interview magazine gave your little trio special permission enough to bypass the queue entirely. Inside, the three of you made a beeline for the bar, where Larissa generously opened a tab for the evening. At first you were only going to have maybe a few cocktails, just enough to get tipsy and get over Sebastian. But, oh god, were the cosmopolitans enticing, and even more dangerously, they didn’t taste even a bit like alcohol. You had downed three by the time Larissa was requesting shots and of course, by that point you were inebriated enough to agree to the vodka. You spluttered as the first shot slid down your through, coughing and squinting at the cold feeling it left in your throat and belly. This quickly turned into a sort of fuzzy warmth which enveloped you so securely that the following few shots didn’t phase you at all. 

Tainted Love was playing loudly over the speakers and you grinned, all but dragging Larissa onto the dance floor. You grasped her sweaty hands in yours, pulling her close and shimmying against her. Ever the party animal, Larissa only grinned wolfishly and danced closer. The two of you went on through several songs like this, until the high started to fade and you found yourself back at the bar. This time it was a Manhattan, two side cars, a screwdriver, you could hardly remember what you had been drinking for all of the alcohol in your bloodstream. Larissa was about on the same page as the clock ticked along merrily nearer and nearer to midnight. At some point, you wandered away from her, joining the throngs of sweaty, glistening bodies.

During a rather vivacious interpretive dance to Cyndi Lauper, Bennett attempted to pull you away. You giggled and swatted at him, “Bennett, stop I’m having fun!”.

He only groaned and pinched his nose, “(Y/N), we’re leaving, you’ve got to come with us”.

Shaking your head no and pouting, you pulled away from his grasp, “I don’t want to go with you”, you sniffed petulantly. 

Bennet sighed and tossed his head back, before regaining the patience for the conversation, “Well is there somebody who you would like to go with?”.

Lighting up like a Christmas tree, you grabbed onto Bennett’s arm, squeezing tightly in your excitement, “Sebastian”, you swooned, drunkenly drawing out the vowels in a sort of song. 

Bennett grimaced and looked over at Larissa, “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, you didn’t want to invite him when you were sober..”.

Larissa, just as inebriated as you, smacked his shoulder jauntily, “Bennett, don’t be such a party pooper! I’ll just call him, darling!”.

Your pout shifted to a grin as soon as Larissa pulled out her brick of a phone and started dialing and you hung on to her, trying to press your ear in close to the phone, “Did he answer? Did he?”, you questioned, though Larissa only shushed you and swatted you away.

It seemed somebody picked up as Larissa began talking into the phone, chirpy and excited. Realizing that you wouldn’t get to listen, and forgetting altogether who you were even calling, you wandered back off to the dance floor, accepting a drink from a random stranger on the way. You continued to drink and dance and the numbers on the clock continued to tick by. Eventually, you lost sight of your friends, though another found you soon enough anyways. 

You were distracted from your grooving by a large hand on your shoulder and you jerked around to face the intruder, prepared to fight as you spat, “Oh, get your meaty hands off me you brute!”, your next words died in your throat when you recognized who was standing there though, and instead of anger, your face split into an expression of rather extreme joy. 

You flung yourself into Sebastian, wrapping your arms tight around his waist and nuzzling your face into his t-shirt. Sebastian smiled knowingly and patted your back, pulling back enough to see your face. He took in your rosy cheeks, flushed chest, and bright shiny eyes and then he was laughing, “Are you perhaps a little bit drunk, sweetheart?”.

Looking up at him, you pouted out your lower lip and shook your head, the action dizzying enough that you stumbled, though Sebastian caught you easily, tucking you in closer to his body. “I’m not!”, you whined.

Sebastian nodded, though he didn’t believe you even a bit, “Do you want to come with me? We can stay at a hotel tonight, it’s a little late to drive home”.

You started to nod and then changed your mind, “I can’t!”, you exclaimed, trying to pull yourself free, though Sebastian only tightened his grip on you, “I’m still in love with Sebastian! It would be unfaithful!”. 

The tall blonde laughed and allowed one of his hands to leave your waist in order to grasp your cheek so that you would look at him, “Darling, I am Sebastian”.

You giggled and smacked yourself on the forehead with your palm, “Oh duh, of course you are!”.

He hummed and nodded, pushing your wildly tangled hair behind your ear, thumb brushing against your cheek, “Do you think you want to leave now?”.

You nodded, swaying on your feet, and then you smiled dopily up at him, pressing in closer to your chest, “I would go aaaanywhere with you Sebastian '', you crooned, reaching up so you could squish his cheeks together.

“That’s great, honey”, he chuckled, turning you so that you were in front of him and beginning to guide you towards the exit, “Let’s go find your coat, hm?”.

You grinned and shook your head, “Didn’t bring one!”. Sebastian rolled his eyes good naturedly, sliding his own jacket from his arms and draping it around your shoulders. You snuggled into the fabric, inhaling deeply to catch the scent of his cologne, “You smell so good, ‘Bastian”, you mumbled.

He didn’t reply, only continued maneuvering through the crowd until the two of you stumbled out onto the street. Before long you were starting to trail further behind him, limping and whining pitifully, and you tugged on his sleeve to get his attention, “Babyyy”, you mumbled.

Sebastian turned and raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Yes, sweetheart?”.

Giving him a shameless smile you requested, “Can I have a piggyback ‘Bastian, my feet hurt”, and you gave him a very convincing pout, though Sebastian would have said yes to anything you wanted, anyways. He nodded and turned around, squatting down so you could clamber onto his back. He wrapped his arms around your legs to secure you and you tangled your arms around his shoulders, face pressed to the nape of his neck. Without complaint, he carried you all the way to the hotel, only letting you slide down so he could press the button for the elevator. Once inside, the exhaustion seemed to hit you and you leaned yourself against Sebastian, while he wrapped both arms around you from behind.

He let you try unlocking the door yourself several times before taking over with the keys. You stumbled in first, taking in the beautiful room, eyes catching on the one gigantic bed in the middle. You giggled and turned towards him, tugging him forwards, “Trying to get me in bed, hm?”, you teased, trailing one finger down his chest.

Unable to take you seriously, he grasped your finger, pressing a kiss to the tip of it and then shaking his head, “I’m afraid not tonight, sweetheart, you’ve been drinking”.

“Have not!”, you protested, trying to get closer to him again.

Sebastian scoffed out a laugh, “Uh-huh, sure”.

You frowned at him then, but were distracted by the itching of your dress and you tried tugging it off to no avail, the sweat made it stickier, and your fingers weren’t nimble enough for the zipper.

Sebastian gave you a gentle smile, “Here, let me”, he offered, grasping your shoulders and turning you so that you were facing away from him. You felt his cool fingers against your skin, one hand laid flat on your back to hold the fabric as he tugged the zipper down gently. You sighed in contentment as the dress loosened and was peeled off of your body to pool on the floor. Sebastian sat you on the edge of the bed then, kneeling so he could carefully unclasp your shoes, sliding them from your feet. Against his better judgment, he pressed a kiss to the inside of each ankle and you nearly whimpered. 

The sound shocked him enough that he stood again, clearing his throat awkwardly, “Right, let’s get you to bed then”.

You pouted once more, “Y’know when I pictured you undressing me I thought it would be a lot more fun”.

Sebastian let loose a laugh at that, coming closer again to tuck your body underneath the stiff hotel sheets and blankets, “Oh, you’ve thought about it, have you?”.

You nodded innocently and quickly, without any hesitation, “Mhm, I want you to make love to me, ‘Bastian”.

He blinked once and then twice, tripping over his next words, “Wow that’s uh… you know what, if you still want to in the morning we can talk about it. For now, sleep”.

You frowned at his answer, but ultimately moved on, “Will you lay with me?”. He nodded, relieved that you were requesting what he could actually provide to you in your state, and slid in next to you, turning on his side so that you could spoon you, chest warm and solid against your back, and one arm draped over your middle. 

You wiggled further against him and he had to hold back a groan, gripping you a little more tightly, “No more moving”, he muttered against your neck, lips brushing the sensitive skin at the back of your neck.

You stilled quickly, and let the room lapse into silence for a bit before managing to speak the thoughts on your mind, sounding surprisingly sober as you did,  “I’m glad Larissa called you tonight, I miss you, and I still love you too”.

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[stargirl-05]

Just a Dream

Elijah Mikaelson/ Female! Reader

His hand laid delicately on your shoulder as he spun you around while the two of you danced to the ballroom music playing. While there were only the two of you in the empty room, the music playing from his phone sounded like it was a live band.

It was your song. The song that you first danced to after your wedding to the eternally suited original. It was perfect.

“Y/N”

You looked up to see Elijah, tears running down his face.

“I’m so sorry” He sobbed.

“What? Elijah, what’s going on?”

It’s like he didn’t even hear you. His eyes now red from tears, you hear him softly say one last thing.

“Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

———

Elijah sat next to your unconscious body clutching your hand for dear life. If he hadn't chased after the eldest Salvatore, he would have been able to stop their witch from cursing you. How they had even found a witch willing to do such magic escaped him as even Bonnie Bennett refused, or so he heard.

Your screams echoed in his mind like a broken record. You shouldn't have even been there. Not that you weren't able to defend yourself, but a human against vampires and witches can not go any other way.

“Do not blame yourself, Elijah. You and I both know that she wouldn't have wanted that.”

He closed his eyes and there was a pregnant pause before he responded to his sister.

“I know, but the blame falls squarely on me. I should have insisted that she stayed home.”

The blonde scoffed at that.

“Y/N has never liked the idea of hiding while people she cares about are in danger. You could have never stopped her.”

“I could have compelled her.”

“Then you would have lost her anyway.”

He stood up quickly and made eye contact with Rebekah.

“At least she would be okay.”

Klaus, from the doorway, stepped into the room.

“Brother, go for a walk. Rebekah, go the other direction. I will watch over her.

———

A day passed before any witch could get a faintest idea of how to undo the curse. The person who stepped forward, however, was not one that had been asked for help. In fact, no one thought she would help.

Bonnie Bennett.

It had been at dawn when the front door of the Mikaelson’s mansion was knocked on by the young woman. Klaus opened the door and was surprised to not only see the witch there, but to have her press past him carrying a grimore. He follows her down a hallway that opened up to a foyer.

“Excuse me, but what do you think you are doing?”

She turned around swiftly, the grimore held tightly to her chest.

“Look, I don’t like you all. But I don’t want to see an innocent human suffer. Now if you will let me help her, I will. Otherwise, I won’t waste my time.”

Bonnie quirked her eyebrow as if to challenge the hybrid.

“Let me show you to her room. Also, you were going the wrong way.”

———

The hybrid opened the door and the Bennett witch walked in, setting the grimore down at the edge of the bed where you laid.

“Have you tried giving her blood?” Bonnie asked, taking in your condition.

“Yes, all it helps is to give some color back to their skin. But it helps some at least.”

“If the spell is what I think it is, even blood won’t help for long.”

Klaus looks at Bonnie, with a scared look on his face.

“She brings out the good in our family, believe it or not. Elijah has this life to him that I haven’t seen in centuries. How can we undo this?”

———

You sat at the edge of a cliff, staring at the setting sun. You shiver at the cold but then hear the crunching of leaves come from behind you. A suit jacket wraps around your shoulders as the owner of said jacket sits to your left.

“Elijah”

“Honey, I need your help.”

You feel confused but you nod.

“This is a dream, Y/N. This isn’t real.”

“What, what are you talking about?” You ask.

“Remember, you were in the Salvatore mansion when a witch attacked you.” Elijah says.

You search his face for any sign of deception or him joking.

“You’re trapped in a dream. This isn’t happening.”

Memories flash briefly of being in the Salvatore mansion but they feel fake, like something wasn’t right.

“If what you’re saying is true, what do I do?” You ask, not completely believing him. You trust Elijah, but this seems a little far fetched. Your memory just doesn’t make sense. Something is off.

“Take my hand”

The scene around you shifts to standing on a beam over the cliff. You look down to see the trees hundreds of feet below you. A fall from this height would be certain death. You almost shake in fear, praying that your balance doesn’t fail you.

“Elijah, what’s going on!” You shout, the wind making you almost tilt.

“Just trust me, Y/N! I don’t have much time before the spell will kick me out of your mind. Please.” He says, desperation clear in his voice.

You look around at the surrounding area. It doesn’t seem different, ignoring the magical balance beam, but you know Elijah wouldn’t lie to you. You look at his face and see him trembling.

“I trust you.”

You lean forward and take his hand.

———

You violently sit up in the bed, chest heaving. To your left, you see Elijah grasping onto your hand for dear life.

“Elijah?”

You don’t even need to ask the question as Elijah gives you a look that tells you all you need to know.

“That was a dream?”

“Of sorts. A curse to slowly kill you while you live out a life in your dreams. It’s almost a mercy for the person cursed, but it’s hell for those who are unaffected.”

You look at his face and see the signs of sleep deprivation.

“Rest!” You say, annoyed that he hadn’t taken care of himself.

“I’m fine.”

“Elijah, I’m okay. I am worried about you. When was the last time you slept or fed?” You cross your arms.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answer to.”

Written as part of a challenge for @make-me-imagine 5 year anniversary

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[hinatastinygiant]

4 | Oklahoma

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Serpents and Roses

By the next morning, you've got all your things in your new room. You put on your new Ravenclaw robes and grab your bag. Classes start later this morning so you have some time to yourself before you have to go. When you step out into the common room, Luna and Amit smile and wave you over.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" Amit asks you as Luna shuts her sketchbook.

"Not bad," you shrug. "For the first night, I suppose."

"I hope you're hungry, Y/N, cause we're going to the great hall for breakfast," Luna grins.

"Famished," you nod.

The three of you make your way down to the dining hall. As soon as you sit down, Luna and Amit go over today's schedule with you.

"What class do you have first?" Luna asks you as you pull out the paper James gave you the other day.

"It looks like... Potions," you say as you look up at them hopefully.

"No, sorry, I don't have that now," Amit admits to you.

"Me neither. Sorry, Y/N," Luna sighs.

As much as you wanted to know someone in your first class, it might be a good thing they're not coming with you. Part of you is dreading to tell them that you're a muggle. You have no idea how they're going to react.

"It's fine, I'll be okay. I mean, I'm sure I'll manage," you shrug.

"Hey, we'll all see each other later, don't worry," Luna assures you.

"Yeah," you nod. "Thanks."

After breakfast, you use the map that James gave you to wander around. Then, once it is time for class, you make your way to the potions classroom. When you get there, you find a station furthest away from the professor's table, hoping to blend in as much as possible. Unfortunately, the professor makes sure that you stand out.

"Good morning, everyone," the professor greets the class, a smile on his face. "We have a new student joining us today. Miss Y/N Bennett."

"Hello," you mutter quietly, flashing the professor a quick, polite smile.

"It is a pleasure, Miss Bennett. My name is Professor Sharp for those of you who don't know," the man nods. "Now, let's start class. We are going to brew a potion called Calming Draught..."

As Professor Sharp continues to speak, the student beside you calls out to you. "Psst, Bennett, is it true you're Professor Bennett's little sister?"

"Yeah," you sigh. "Is that a problem?" However, the second you look at him and see his handsome face, you immediately straighten your back. "Sorry, I, uh..."

"Not at all," he shrugs. "My name's Garreth Weasley. It's nice to meet you."

"Same," you nod.

"On your tables are valerian root, lavender essence, and moonstone powder," Professor Sharp's voice says loudly, as if to silence all other conversations.

"Man, this is boring as hell," Garreth groans. "You any good at this, newbie?"

"Afraid not," you shake your head.

"Then it's a good thing you're next to me. I'll show you how it's done," he smiles.

You gulp, not sure whether or not that is a good thing.

"Begin!" Professor Sharp's voice rings out. You've got no idea of any the directions, so you pull out your textbook, hoping for answers.

"Aw, come on. You're not really going to use that old thing, are ya? Can't believe they make us carry around those heavy books," Garreth comments. "Look, just follow my lead."

You watch as Garreth gets to work, chopping the root with precision and stirring the potion slowly. A moment later, Sharp walks over and places his hand on Garreth's shoulder. "I hope you're not trying to help Miss Bennett cheat, are you Mr. Weasley?"

"Of course not, Professor," Garreth smiles sweetly. "She was just watching, that's all. I didn't want her to have a hard time."

"If you don't want her to have a hard time then perhaps she shouldn't be watching you at all," Sharp suggests.

"Aw come on," he groans. "Why'd you have to do me like that?"

"If you need help, Y/N, please let me know. But since no wands are required, you should be okay. Ingredients are ingredients," he nods before walking away.

Garreth looks at you strangely, causing your face to heat up. You swear to Merlin if he asks you what Sharp meant by that-

"Man, it really sucks when your want breaks. Glad I'm not the only one that happens to," he smiles brightly at you.

"Yeah," you nod, chuckling awkwardly before continuing to flip through your book.

Once you finish your potion, Professor Sharp walks over to check on you. His expression sours when he smells your brew.

"What did you put in it, Miss Bennett?" he asks, glaring down at you.

"Um, the stuff from the table," you say, looking between him and your pot. "Right?"

"Are you trying to kill me, Miss Bennett?"

"No, Professor, of course not," you frown, confused.

"You didn't add any essence, did you?"

"Crap," you sigh, rubbing your temple.

"Well, we'll just have to try again," he huffs, waving his wand to make the concoction disappear. "Next time, maybe don't get distracted, hm?"

"Tough luck," Garreth comments while on his second attempt already. "Professor's a stickler for detail. Good thing I'm here to help, eh?"

"I suppose," you sigh.

"Don't worry, newbie," Garreth nods at you. "You'll get it."

Just then Professor Sharp's voice rings out again. "Once you have perfected the potion, you are free to leave. The rest of you may pack up and depart. Good job, everyone."

"Guess I better get it sooner than later," you grumble.

"Push over, I'll help," he smiles kindly.

"You don't have to. If Sharp sees-"

"If Sharp sees then I'll just have to explain that I'm teaching the new student how to brew a potion which really should be his job. Don't worry about it, Y/N. I don't mind," he tells you.

"Alright," you agree, stepping to the side. "What am I doing wrong?"

Together, the two of you work together and finally make an acceptable potion. Sharp congratulates the two of you and dismisses you from the room. Garreth winks at you as Sharp walks off and you smile nervously back at him.

On your way out, Sharp calls out to you, asking to see you before you leave. You walk over and give him a questioning glance.

"Y/N, I hope Mr. Weasley didn't distract you from your work. He's not a bad student but he has a tendency to cause a stir. Remember, I am your professor. If you have any troubles, you can ask me. No question is a dumb question. Especially not to a muggle still learning the ways of magic."

"Oh," you hum. "Yeah, he was a great help."

"Okay," he nods. "Good."

"Thank you, Professor," you say to him before walking out of the room.

After you walk out, Garreth scares you as he grabs your wrist and pulls you behind a nearby pillar. "So, you're a muggle, huh?" he asks, his blue eyes sparkling with interest.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," you say, your heart beating quickly as he stares down at you.

"I didn't know muggles were so..."

"What?" you ask, rolling your eyes. "Bad at potions?"

"So fucking hot."

"Excuse me?!"

"Relax," he grins. "I'm just teasing."

"Don't do that," you snap, pushing him away from you.

"Seriously, though, was Sharp talkin' shit about me? I can't stand that guy."

"He was just telling me that I should come to him for help, not you," you shrug.

"Well, then you should know that he's a total prick. Come to me for help anytime," Garreth nods. "I'm a much better teacher than he is."

"You know, I've only known you for about an hour but it really seems like you're hitting on me," you tell him, crossing your arms.

"Maybe," he chuckles. "Hey, why don't we have lunch together?"

"Sure," you say, taking out your schedule. "I don't have any more classes today anyway. Why not?"

"Great," Garreth grins.

The two of you walk to the great hall and have lunch. During that time, you get to know Garreth and learn a bit more about him.

"So, is it just the two of you or do you have any other siblings?" he asks, taking a sip of his drink.

"Just the two of us," you reply, looking down at your plate. "We're all we've ever had."

"Well, besides your parents, right?"

"Yeah," you nod, your mouth suddenly feeling dry.

"What're they like? I mean, they're muggles, too, right?" he continues to ask.

"I, uh," you begin, your eyes starting to water. "I don't know."

"Hey, I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry," Garreth apologizes. "Let's change the subject."

"Thanks," you nod, trying to keep yourself together. "What about you, Garreth? You're related to Professor Weasley, right?"

"She's my aunt," he grumbles. "Annoying that she's always watching me like a hawk. But pretty handy when I get in trouble, I must admit."

"Do you get in trouble a lot?"

"Only when I have a good reason," he chuckles.

"And what would those reasons be, exactly?"

"Well, sometimes people can't handle my charm and beauty," he winks. "I've been known to cause some girls to break down crying. Not on purpose, of course."

"I'm sure," you roll your eyes.

"If you don't believe me, maybe we should spend more time together. Get to know each other a bit better," he grins.

"Maybe," you shrug. "I'll think about it."

"Brilliant! That's all I ask," Garreth smiles. "Now, let's eat. I'm starving."

Serpents and Roses

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[hotforharrysheart]

Forever

Harry drives you the short distance back into town and pulls into the long drive of the blue cottage. He hoists the bags out of the Rover and leaves them by the boot, grabs your hand and you both walk to the front door.  

Helen opens the door and greets you both, her smile as big as you’ve ever seen it. You furrow your brow because everyone seems a little off but when Thomasina rubs against your leg you forget all about it and pick her up, kissing her face and scratching behind her ears. Ron comes in and greets you both and whisks Harry away leaving Helen to show you the tomatoes she picked from the garden and the honey she got from the farmers market.

You kiss Thomasina one last time and set her down when Bennett comes bounding in and gruffly nuzzles his nose into your knee.  

“Bennett! I’ve missed you!”  

He licks your dress by way of response and you and Helen both laugh at his antics. “You’re a silly beast but we love you!” Helen teases him as he barks loudly, tongue wagging.  

Harry and Ron come in from the porch about that time and Ron assures you he’ll have the Rover back tomorrow.  

You walk back along the driveway and grab your bags and walk slowly back to the pink cottage.  

He can’t help but look over at you as you walk as his fingers slowly fiddle with the rings in his pants pocket.  

You catch him staring and smile. He’s happy here, you think and that makes you look down and blush.

He unlocks the door and steps in the foyer. He drops his bag and smiles. It’s perfect, he thinks. There are electric candles strewn down the hall and a path of rose petals.

You come in behind him and drop your bag and then look down the hallway and then at him. “What’s all this?”

He shakes his head. “I dunno. Shall we?” He asks, grabbing your hand.  

You nod and you walk down the hallway to the kitchen and follow the petals to the kitchen and then to the back door. You both gasp as you see the backyard. “Oh my god! It’s so beautiful!”  

“It really is,” he says, amazed at how masterfully Ron and Helen had decorated. There were electric candles everywhere and fairy lights strung on the trees and flowers everywhere.  

You look up at him. “Ron and Helen?”

“Has ta be. Probably wanted ta thank us for their weddin’. Ron’s been askin’ wha’ he can do ta make it up ta me.” He smiles. “Do ya like it?”

“I love it!”

“C’mon let’s go out an’ see it up close.”

He unlatches the door and you walk out and look around, mouth open. It’s like something out of a movie.  

You see the blanket with the electric candles set up at the same time and you walk slowly over to it. There’s sparkling water on ice, glasses and a small basket.  

You kneel down and pull back the napkin and smell lemon. “Mmmm…lemon drop cookies. Helen only makes these on special occasions.” You pull one out and sit down and he sits down next to you. You hand him the cookie and grab another one for yourself.  

He taps his cookie to yours. “Cheers!”

You giggle. “Cheers.” You take a bite and close your eyes. “Oh my god…these are amazing!”

He smiles and takes a bite. “Damn…these are good.”

You finish your cookies and he pours the sparkling water. “I want another one!”

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Ok, but ya have ta move closer ta me,” he says spreading his legs and beckoning you over.

You wiggle back against him finding your comfortable place as he’s perched against the railing on the deck. He draws up his knees on either side of your body then wraps his arms around your shoulders and torso. He closes his eyes and takes a breath to think about this moment, the sounds, the scents, the feel of your body snuggled back against his. He noses against your ear. “Love ya, baby.  Mmm…smell like sugared lemons an’ the sea…could eat ya up,” he says play biting your neck. You smooth your hands down his arms around you and squeeze his forearms then turn your head toward his face, “oh yeah, bet I taste like lemons too,” you say pouting your lips out for a kiss.  

He happlily acquiesces and places an open-mouthed kiss on your lips making sure to lick his way inside. Holding a final bite of cookie in your hand you pull back from his lips and hold it to his mouth. He opens as you pop it onto his tongue making sure to swipe your finger on his wet lips as he sucks the sugary crumbs from you. You then pop the wet finger in your mouth and suck his sugary sweet saliva off it.

“Jesus, baby, ev’rythin’ ya do makes me hard, ya cripple me,” he says bucking his pelvis slightly for emphasis. Sure enough, he’s hard as steel against your soft bum.

“Harry…” you whisper softly and lean your forehead against his chin.

“Are ya ‘appy, ma love?”

“Yes, it’s so sweet to have something like this to come home to, I need ta bake something for them…do something to thank them.”

“I thin’ tha’s a sweet idea, baby.”

You slide your hands closer to his and his heartbeat picks up. He again leans his lips in to your ear leaving small kisses and inhales deeply trying his best to remain calm as your hands run over his. You softly stroke his hand and rest your head back on his shoulder talking mindlessly about getting back to work

next week and something about making sure you hang up your swim suit from the boat today so it’ll dry. Your hand finally begin fingering his rings and he gulps audibly.

“Did you like it?” You say and Harry remains quiet. “Harry? Did you hear me?” You say running your forefinger over the ring on his forefinger, then moving to his middle finger, and so on. You turn your head to capture his attention and he’s just staring at your hands.

You follow his sight, shrug and say, “Harry…honey, are you ok?”

“Uhh… yeah, ‘m…’m s’sorry, wha’ d’ya ask?” he says shaking his head slightly and plastering a smile on his lips.

“I was wonder what…,” you stop when your fingers get to his pinky, and you feel it. His eyes close for a moment and he inhales deeply. “…What’s this, is this new?” You ask as you turn your attention to his hand, tugging at his pinky finger so you can get a better look at the new ring there.  

You find a six carat round solitare set in a octagonal setting with a filigree band. The art deco design is stunning. “I didn’t know you got any new jewelry,” you murmur and squint your eyes trying to get a better look at it.

He smiles broadly and props his arms on his knees dangling his hands in front of you. “Well, baby, was wan’in’ ta talk ta ya abou’ tha’ ring? Like it?” He reaches up to brush your hair behind your ear. His eyes hold yours captive, both of you glassy with emotion. No words, no actions, just a communication of lover to lover…a realization, an audible inhale and exhale of each other. He leans his nose to yours and nuzzles, then places a soft kiss to your forehead holding his lips there. Your hair smells of the sea and coconut oil. “You…,” he says squeezing your cheeks and kissing down your nose to rest his forehead against yours. “Ya ma everythin’. Take everythin’ else away an’ it’ll always be…you an’ me.” You feel his eye lashes flutter against your brows, “‘S always been hard fo’ me ta jus’ communicate ma feelin’s other than in ma music, but wi’ you, I’m jus’ free…I breathe wi’ ya…ma heart knows its home is wi’ ya, I ‘no ya like I ‘no ma own body…ya smell, ya sounds, the way ya feel on ma fingers, the way ya taste on ma tongue…’S jus’…” He sniffles and rolls his forehead slightly against yours, “like we have tha same blood runnin’ in our bodies… an’ everythin’ ‘ll ever need fo’ the rest of ma life is right ‘ere in ma arms. God, I never wanna lose this mo’.” He closes his eyes, inhales deeply as a tear drops from his eye to your cheek. “An’ I wanna protect this – need ta hold it…hold ya, keep ya…an’ tha family we’re makin’ tagether, righ’ ‘ere, righ’ now away from anythin’ tha’ could ever hurt it,” he rasps with a low, thick accent. “Who ya are is who I am an’ all I ever wan’ be. Gonna be mine, no…fuck tha’, ya ARE mine.”

“Oh, Harry…,” you mutter with a soft whimper, hands grasping his on your cheeks.

He gently pulls your left hand down and wiggles the ring from his pinky, sliding it on your ring finger.

You look at it, tears of joy sliding down your cheeks. It’s beautiful and you can’t believe he did this.

The ring on your hand catches his eye, “Fuckin’ love tha’ ring on ya,” he says just before his tilts his head and opens his mouth to yours.  

You open for him and his tongue slowly traces your teeth and darts in to taste yours. His thumbs pull at the skin on your cheeks as his mouth closes to suck in your bottom lip. He tilts his head the other way to take your mouth from a different direction. “Mmm…,” he moans deeply savoring your taste. He draws a hand down your neck and strokes your pulse point with his thumb back and forth, back and forth as his mouth devours yours. He pulls away breathless, “I jus’…fuck, ‘m such a bastard…,” he says stopping to squeeze his eyes shut and chastise himself.  

You pull away slightly and squeeze his wrists. “Wait, what…what is it, H?”  

He opens his eyes and you see the fire that’s burning through him. “Fuckin’ wan’ ya…need ya in nothin’ bu’ my jewelry,” he kisses your lips softly and fingers his initials on your necklace, “on ya neck, an’ ya ankle, an’ ma ring on ya finger.” He moves in to kiss your ear and whisper, “Nothin’ else. Ev’ry inch of ya bare ta me.” Pulling away he nods up toward the second floor of the cottage, “In tha bed where I first took ya after months, fuck years, of wantin’ ya, watchin’ ya… Won’ matter how many times I hav’ ya…never be like it will be tanight when ya ‘ave tha’ ring on fo’ tha first time.”

You swallow the lump in your throat at the way he’s bearing his soul, “Harry, don’t you know that’s what I want too?”

“Come, babe…let’s celebrate,” he says placing a kiss to your nose and lacing his fingers in yours.

He’s silent as he leads you through the door. He stops to lock it behind him relying on muscle memory to place the latch as he can’t keep his eyes off of yours. No words, just eyes on each other, the air thick with anticipation and desire. Clasping your hand, he slowly leans in to kiss you just inside the doorway. “First kiss in our cottage wearin’ it,” he says running his thumb over your ring.

Your body is on fire for him. His sentimental way…the way he loves making a memory as much as you do. You cock your head to one side searching his eyes, wondering if he has any idea how much you love him…want him.

“Yeah, I know,” he says as if he read your mind in some supernatural way. Your eyes go wide at his mind read.  

“My god…,” you whisper. Perhaps you’ve never been so in tune with each other; it makes the hair on your arms stand and your nipples crinkle and harden. He raises his hand to cup your neck; his thumb feeling the steady thump of your heartbeat; his eyes skim down your neck to your shirt where you feel his glance on your breasts. He might as well have placed his hands on you because his eyes are having the same effect. Rather than shy away from the obvious arousal, you slightly bow your back pushing your chest out reaching for more of the stimulation only he can provide. “Want you, Harry,” you whisper.

“Le’s go, love,” he says pulling you toward the stairs. Unlike any other time where he would have you walk in front of him, he takes the stairs slowly, one at a time, ahead of you while he has your hand tightly clasped in his. He’s taken control, he’s leading…and whether he intended the move or not, he’s showing his dominance by pulling you to your bedroom. And you couldn’t possibly be any more aroused by his actions. He’s an incredible lover - tender when necessary, dominate when the time is right…his ability to read your needs, to fuck your soul…that is the best foreplay.  

“Harry…,” you whisper as you reach the door to your bedroom.

“Yes, love?”

You flex your thighs together slightly, “I’m so wet.”

He pulls your hand up to his mouth and kisses your fingers, “I know, baby, I know. Got ma honey all over ya, huh, Jezebel?”

You simply nod, blushing and smiling softly. “Are you hard?” You ask sheepishly.

“As a rock,” he says pulling your hand down to press the back of your palm to the front of his crotch.

“Show me,” you say stepping past him…switching places and pulling him into the room to the bench at the foot of your bed. You sit down in front of him and pull up his shirt so you can kiss just below his bellybutton.

He crisscrosses his arms and grabs his shirt and strips it off. His golden skin over taunt abs is warm to the touch. He leans down to strip your dress from your body leaving you in a pale pink sheer strapless bra and matching sheer bikini panties. He runs his fingers through your hair as you work to unbutton and unzip his shorts. You slide your left hand down his tummy and his hand covers yours to stop you. You look up and he’s just staring at the ring on your finger. He opens his mouth as if to say something then closes it and shakes his head.

“I’m yours Harry,” you say reassuringly with a tear rolling down your cheek as he pulls you up to your feet.

You see him gulp and clench his jaw, “tha’s right, fo’ fo’ever.  

You lean forward to kiss his chest over his heart, “I love you so much.” You rid him of the rest of his clothes. He wasn’t kidding, he was hard as a rock…his thick cock so hard it’s straight against his tummy even as he stands. You can’t help but suck in your bottom lip as you trace the prominent vein on the underside up to the ridge around the edge of his leaking head. “So hard…” you murmur. He inhales loudly and places his hand over yours to stop you and holds your stare as he thumbs your engagement ring.  

Finally, he reaches around to undo your bra and licks his lips when your breasts fall out of the confines. “God damn, baby, this body…,” he says scanning your breasts. “Lifetime ta learn all tha ways ta please it,” he says running a finger down your sternum, abdomen, tummy to the waistband of your panties, “Map ev’ry freckle, kiss ev’ry inch over an’ over…still won’ be long enough. But, fuck, ‘f ‘m not gon’ try.”

He bends down to take your panties off. Once you’ve stepped out of them, he pulls them to his nose as he straightens and inhales deeply unashamed to close his eyes and savor your scent. You blush furiously and look away, embarrassed at how wet they are.

He hooks his finger under your chin and pulls your eyes to his, “I don’ wan’ ya ta ever be shy about ya body or the way I worship it, fuckin’ love tha way ya smell, how wet ya get fo’ me.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

He drops your panties on the bench and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you up to his chest. “Can feel ya nipples pressed against me, we’re both hard for each other, hmm?” he says with a chuckle. “Crawl up on tha bed, baby, lay on ya back, please.”

You turn and start to crawl up the foot of the bed. “Wait,” he whispers as you stop on all fours. He leans forward and kisses the dimples at the base of your spine then lower to each bum cheek. You want more so you lay your head down on the bed and position your body so your pussy is on full display for him. “Wan’ ma kiss here?” He asks running his finger along the cleft between your legs.

“Yes, Harry kiss my body like I’m all yours.”

“Jesus, babe…” he mutters before he bends down to run his tongue through your wet pussy. “Touch y’self, show me ma ring on ya finger,” he demands.

You reach your left hand between your legs and run your middle and ring fingers through your slit, back to where the solitaire reflects the lamp light in his sight.

He groans and reaches forward to touch your fingers…to touch the ring, “Love tha way it looks on ya finger ‘gainst my cunt. Turn over, swee’heart.”

You turn over and he helps you plant your feet flat on the bench the rest of your body resting on the bed. You can’t help the way your hips swivel missing the stimulation. “Harry, touch me…please…”

“Wanna taste, baby… please I need a taste…,” he says as he kneels down. He begins with soft kisses on the inside of your knees and down the insides of your thighs. He places open mouth kisses on your pussy lips. He reaches up to place your left hand on your pelvis and runs his fingers along your ring as his tongue circles your sensitive bundle of nerves. He stops long enough to say, “Wan’ ya eyes baby, watch me….”

Your breathing picks up and your back arches off the bed, “Haahhh…Ahhh...Ahhh...Ahhh!” You grab a fist of his hair and grip it tightly.  

He pops off your clit and growls, “Christ! Harder, babe,”  

You grip the fistful of hair tighter as he pulls one long suck on your clit at the same time. Your head and shoulders come up off the mattress, “Oh my god! Harry!”

“Cum fo’ me, baby, come on…I’m right here…show me how good it feels!”

You whimper loudly as the contractions shake your body to your core and your legs try to close up, but his shoulders hold you open. You release his hair and replace it with a handful of the duvet, unconsciously pulling and twisting it.

“Awh, yeeaahhh…there’s my girl…keep goin’, baby…yeah don’ stop…s’fuckin’ beautiful…s’sexy when ya cum fo’ me…these orgasms are mine…”

Your breathing starts to slow and you turn over on your side and curl up trying to regain some control over your body as the shivering sets in.

He stands and crawls up behind you. “Baby? Ya ok? Ya all curled up on me…swee’heart?” he asks kissing your shoulder.

“Mmm…,” you respond on a shiver.

“Let’s get ya under tha blanket,” he says as he stands and tucks his hands under your knees and behind your shoulders to help scoot you up the bed and under the duvet.  

You nod, panting still, “Just don’t stop Harry, it’s not the same without you inside me…please, it’s good, but I need to feel you. Please tell me you want me still…are you hard?”

“Shh…shh…baby, feel me…,” he says grabbing your hand and pulling it behind you and placing it on his hard leaking cock. You shiver at the action and let out a long sigh as your eyes flutter back in your head. “Feel how much I need ya…jus’ wan’ ya ta calm d...Ooooo…baby, tha’ feels s’good,” he says as you massage his cock. You turn over so you can get both hands on him and your left hand wrapped around his cock and your right-hand massaging his balls. You slip your middle finger along his perineum, and he groans at the stimulation.  

“That feel good?” You ask as he bends one knee to give you better access.

“Feel’s fuckin’ fantastic, like nothin’ I ever felt be…hahh…fore,” he says with his brows furrowed and jaw slack. “But righ’ now I wan’ inside ma fiancé…I wanna put ma cock inside ma future wife, wanna fill her up.” You turn over on your back under the duvet, open your legs and pull your knees up. Harry slips into the cradle of your thighs. “Ready fo’ me?”

You push up to kiss him, “Yes, please.”

He grins, “So polite…”

You return his smile as he guides himself to your wetness. He slides his cock up and down through your wetness before he positions himself at your entrance and pushes in slowly.

Your back bows and your head digs into the pillow, “Unnnghh…” you groan as he pushes in.

“Ya gotta relax babe, s’tight on me. Look at me.” Tears in your eyes you stop and look into his eyes.

“Hi baby,” he says with a smile he reserves only for you, “Ya so wound up…shhh…can ya breathe fo’ me, love?”

You nod then take a deep breath and slowly release it, opening your body as much as you can so he can slip in the rest of the way and he holds still deep inside. He presses his forehead to yours, “How ya feelin’ my Jezebel?”

“So good…” you reply swiveling your hips.

“’M gon’ fill ya up like this ev’ryday fo’ the rest of our lives. Fuckin’ love bein’ this deep in ya, when ya so tight,” he kisses your lips, “warm,” he kisses your cheek, “an’ wet,” he whispers in your ear grinding his pelvis against your clit.  

You wrap your legs around his lower back and that pulls him in just that much farther. Wrapping your arms around his waist, your hand slides down to his bum. “I love you, H. I love you so much,” you say pulling him in close.

He pulls out and pushes back in slow and deep, setting a steady pace. “Ah…” you gasp and let out a small sigh.

“’S like comin’ home, innit?”  

“Yessss…I can feel your heartbeat inside me when you move this slow. it’s racing right now, just like mine,” you breathe out meeting his stare.

He shifts to slip a hand under your hips, “Jesus, baby…feel so good,” he says picking up the pace with a swivel and grind of his hips on every thrust.

“Mmmm…Harry, promise me…,” you squeeze him tighter as he pumps inside you, “don’t let me go, please don’t ever let me go…”

“Fuck baby, never…never…I love ya s’much,” he says feeling the tingle at the base of his spine.

“Haahh..Har-ry..Har-ry, I’m gon-na cum again…I’m so close,” you call out quietly.

“No, look at me, don’ ya hold back, no’ tanigh’, wanna hear ya…” he says on a particularly deep thrust.

“AH! AH! AaaHhhh!”

“Good girl…Fuck, fuck, fuck…cummmmming!! Love ya so fuckin’ much!!” he growls out before going still and holding deep. You can feel him pulse inside you as he empties himself on a held breath. Finally he collapses a panting heap that feels so incredible.  

“Babe, am I hurtin’ ya?” He whispers in your ear.

“No, please, don’t move, stay there. Wanna feel you as long as I can.” You smile up at him, your fingers playing with the damp curls on the nape of his neck.

He smiles back and kisses you, pressing soft open mouth kisses against your mouth. He rolls off you and reaches down to grab a T shirt and meets your eyes as he gently cleans you up.  

Your left hand subconsciously moves to finger your initial necklace and you bite your bottom lip. You can’t believe this is happening. It’s everything and more than you ever wanted and it’s overwhelming.  

He moves back to lay down next to you, watching mesmerized as your ring catches the light. “C’mere,” he says, pulling you closer to him. He grabs your hand and gently rubs his fingers over your ring.  

You can tell he’s thinking about something.  

“How do ya wanna tell everyone?”

You hold your finger over his mouth and says, "not tonight, honey. Can we please just live in the moment for tonight?"

He grabs your hand and kisses your fingers. “Give ya anythin’ ya wan’, Jezebel, know tha’.”

You smile. “I just want you, Harry. It’s always been you,” you say, snuggling into his chest.  

“G’night, Jezebel,” he says kissing the top of your head.  

“Goodnight.”  

He smiles and kisses your head again. She’s mine forever, he thinks as he closes his eyes.

The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon when you felt the niggle of morning calling you. Still relaxed from a sweet rest you could barely manage to lift your eyebrows much less crack your eyes. You took a deep breath and stretched your legs, pointing your toes under the sheet. As awareness began to dawn, you felt Harry’s back to you as he lay sleeping.  “Little spoon,” you whisper and smile as you drag your hand over his side from where you had wrapped yourself around his back. As you did, something caught on the sheet…you frowned and raised your head to look down, then you remembered…THE RING! You quickly prop up on your right elbow and hold your hand up in the air as you squint to get your eyes to focus. There it was. And it was gorgeous. And the man laying little spoon to your big spoon next to you had given it to you. Harry…your Harry had asked you to be his for the rest of your lives. And you had without a shadow of a doubt, joyously said you would be honored to be his partner for life. Dreams really do come true. They really, really do.

You lean forward and place a sweet kiss between his shoulder blades. He still smells of sunscreen and the sea. A quick review down his body at the rumpled bed reminds you of the way he’d made love to you after, how much you needed each other…celebrated your love. He might be a singer himself, but he also knew how to make you sing like beautiful exotic bird. You shiver at the memory…shiver from the roots of your hair down to the tips of your curled toes. You smooth his left shoulder and slide your arm down his to where it lays relaxed against his lower abdomen. He inhales deeply and lets out a soft groan. You couldn’t help but smile against the back of his neck.

“Honey?” You ask watching the little wisps of hair at the edge of his ear blow softly with your breath. “You won’t believe the dream I had?” you kiss his shoulder, “dreamed that this incredibility handsome, talented man asked me to be his wife,” you kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Ya did, hmmm?” he rasps in a low very husky morning voice.

“Mm-hmm. And look?” you say pushing your hand forward in front of his face, “Woke up and this stunning ring is on my finger?! Isn’t it beautiful?” you mutter against his skin just before you giggle.

He grabs your hand and pulls it toward his mouth and smiles against your palm. He turns his head just enough to say, “S’ tell me abou’ this lucky bastard…’m thinkin’ I may need ta ‘ave a ‘lil talk wi’ ‘em?” He mumbles sleepily.

“Oh, he’s pretty fuckin’ amazing, he’s talented, thoughtful and kind…” you say as your kiss along his shoulder and ear.

“Sounds fuckin’ borin’ ta me…” he teases.

You squeeze his hand, “God no, last thing he is is boring…he’s also, funny, and romantic, passionate and sexy,” you say threading and unthreading and admiring the way your ringed hand looks in his, “he an incredible…lover,” you kiss his tricep, “he plays my body, like he plays any one of a zillion instruments.”

He turns over and props his head on his hand as you lie back on the pillow, “He does, hmmm?” he smirks and leans forward to nuzzle his nose on yours. You nod your head. “Does he touch ya tha way ya wanna be touched?” he asks pulling the sheet down your breasts.

You nod and whisper, “Yes.”

He cups your cheek and continues to nuzzle his nose on yours but adds his lips to the equation, rubbing them across yours as he speaks, “Mmmm, an’ does he kiss ya in all tha righ’ places?”  

“Yessss,” you slur bringing your hand up to card through the curls on the side of his head.

“Can he make ya cum over an’ over again?” he asks as his finger circles your nipple.

Your body shivers and goosebumps rise all over your body. “God, yes,” you whisper biting your bottom lip.

“So beautiful,” he says as his eyes travel down to your breasts, “Does he know ya like ya this?” he asks before he nips at your nipples.

“Haahhh…hahhh…mmmm!”

“Does he know abou’ ya honey…hmm, love? Does he know how good ya taste?” he says against your breast while his eyes stare into yours. He moves his hand down to your tummy, “Can he make ya cum on his tongue?” he asks just before he sucks your nipple in to his mouth.

“AHHH…AH…AH…AH…A…”

His teeth nibble your nipple just like you like and you cry out, the fingers of your right hand digging into his curls. “Well, can he make ya cum on his tongue?” He asks, popping off of your breast.  

“Yes! His tongue is so so good!”

“Hmmm…” he says, kisses trailing down your stomach and situating himself between your thighs. “Let’s see if I can do better, yeah?”  

He licks a hard stripe up your slit and suctions his mouth to your clit. Normally he’d tease you for a bit but he just wants to make you cum.  

You’re panting above him, fingers twisting in his soft curls. “Oh! Fuck!”

He pops off, your honey glistening on his chin. “Gonna cum fo’ me?” He uses the point of his tongue to lick your clit quickly.  

“Ahhh! Oh god…please!”

He smiles. “Eyes on me, Jezebel,” he says, grabbing your left hand and intertwining your fingers.  

You look down at him and follow his eyes to your interlocked hands. Then he bends his head to you once again and sucks your clit back in his mouth, tongue working quickly.  

You’re writhing and squirming and he uses his other hand to hold you down. You arch your back as you feel your orgasm approaching. “Ohhhhh….ohhhh…ohhhh….Hahhh…fuck cumming!” You cry out as your hips jerk and you cum for him, tugging his hair hard causing him to groan against your sensitive nerves.  

His lips curve into a smirk against you but he keeps licking and licking until he feels you push his head back. He kisses back up your body until his lips are hovering over yours. “Can he do tha’, darling? Or is tha’ jus’ me?”

“You know it’s only you…it’s only ever been you and now it’ll only ever been me an’ you…forever,” you whisper raising your lips to meet his. “Make love to me, Harry, fill me up, like only you can…hold me forever and don’t ever let go.”

“I love you so much, swee’heart,” he says leaning on one elbow and grabbing your left hand. “S’much,” he says kissing the ring before he grasps it with his forefinger and thumb while it’s still on your finger. “’S a never-ending symbol, no beginning, no end,” he says emphasizing the circle with a furrowed brow and clenched jaw.  

You smooth your other hand on his cheek, “I love you so much, Harry.”

He presses your hand to his lips again then pulls it between you, “Put me inside you, babe…please,”

You hold him tight in your hand, savoring the feeling of his hardness.

He closes his eyes with the feel of your hand on him and exhales heavily then rests his forehead on yours.  

“Feel good?”

“So fuckin’ good.”

You swipe his hard cock through your wetness, back and forth, drunk on the feel of his velvet cockhead rubbing against your sensitive clit. “My god, H….”

“Can feel ya clit, s’like a lil pearl…ya so wet, leakin’ all ov’r ya, baby,” he whispers against your lips as he swivels his pelvis every so slightly. You can tell he trying not to rut. “Please, love…,” he groans.

You whimper as you position him at your entrance and catch his eye and you nod a silent encouragement to push in. You can feel his abdomen flex and his pelvis press in as he enters you just an inch. He stops and sucks in a deep breathe and closes his eyes briefly, “Fuccckkk….”

You hold your breath for just a couple of seconds as he pushes in further, his blown out, lusty eyes looking deeply into yours. “More,” you gasp as your hand grips his side.

He pushes in deeper and deeper still as you both move gently rock up on the mattress. Once he’s bottomed out, he reaches down to pull your left thigh up high on his waist. Grappling for your left hand he threads his fingers and holds it over your head. Propped on his elbows, he smiles down at you. “Love ya sounds, tha way ya relax when ’m deep.”

He rolls his hips causing him to pull out slightly and push in again, the ridge of his cock running against your g-spot. You furrow your brows and open your mouth slack with a breathy moan. “Tha’ good? Tha’ our spot…my spot?”

You lift your head slightly and bite your bottom lip, nodding yes. “Ahhh…yes, s-s-so good, do it again….yeah…like that..s-slow…Ahhh,” you drop your head and grin, “Ahhh…yeah, that’s it…just like…mmm…” you whimper fluttering your eyes and digging your head into the pillow.

He kisses down your jaw to your ear, “Fuck ya slow an’ deep…start ev’ryday buried deep inside ya. Ya like tha’, hmm? Wanna wake up wi’ me inside ya ev’ryday?”

“Yes, yes…mmmm…” you moan in his ear causing goosebumps to break out all over his body.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby…so warm an’ wet,” he says pumping in and out deeply in a slow, but deep steady pace. “Christ, I love fuckin’ ya like this…can feel ya squeezin’ me. Move wi’ me, babe….yeah, jus’…jus’ like tha’… ya gon’ cum fo’ me, hmm? Can feel ya flutter…Come on baby, wan’ ya ta cum first…”

“Harry, can’t last, I-I-I just…oh god,” you say on a particularly deep thrust that has his pelvic bone hitting your clit. “I’m…I’m! Hahh! Hahh!... Har-ry! Har-ry! Love you love you”

“Come on, love…cum for me, gonna cum with ya…gonna cum wi’……ya….!” He groans as his body stiffens deep inside you, his warm cum deep and leaking down the sides of your channel.

You both collapse, panting, “Don’ wanna hurt ya, but wanna feel ya finish…ya still flutterin’,” he says against your neck.

“No stay, stay… please don’t move, sorry if the bed’s wet…I’m just so wet and I can feel our cum leaking out.”

“Jesus, love, I don’t fuckin’ care abou’ a wet spot, think ‘s sexy when I fill ya up. Wan’ fill ya up as much as I can…” he says smiling and kissing your nose. “Got no business havin’ sex if I can’t handle a ‘lil wetness. Got ya cum all ov’r me…wan’ it all ov’r me. I love ya so much.”

“Mmmm…I love you too,” you tell him, pressing your lips to his. You close your eyes and bite your lip.  

“Know tha’ look. Bet if I moved jus’ righ’ ya’d cum again, wouldn’t ya?”

You smile and nod your head.  

“Reach ya hand between us an’ rub ya clit fo’ me.”  

You both watch as your hand moves down your throat and then down your body. You gasp as your fingers find your clit.  

“Rub it fo’ me.”

Your fingers circle your clit and your breathing picks up. “Mmmm…”

He bites his bottom lip. “Fuck, can feel ya flutterin’ ‘round me harder now. Ya close, righ’?”

You nod and move your fingers faster. “Ahhh!!! Mmmm…oh god…I’m cumming!”

He watches in awe as you throw your head back in pleasure and grimaces as he feels you pulsing around him. “Fuck! Ya body is incredible. The way ya can jus’ cum an’ cum. Amazin’,” he says pressing his lips to your lips.  

“Mmmm…it’s you. You do this to me. Jesus, H,” you pant out.  

“Lemme get ya cleaned up. Be righ’ back,” he says, getting up, grabbing a warm washcloth, and gently cleaning you both up. He crawls back in the bed next to you, bringing your left hand to his chest, fingering your ring.  

You sigh. “I’m so happy to be engaged to you but can we keep it between us for a while? I just…I want it to be our secret.”

He smiles. “Yeah…tha’s wha’ I think too.”  

You hear a knock on the door and Bennett barking and you both smile.  

“Guess we better get dressed.”

“At least we can celebrate with them!”

He smiles and kisses you quickly.  

“Can we call Anne later and tell her too? I…want to celebrate with her too.”

He kisses you quickly. “Tha’ means a lot. C’mon, let’s get dressed.”

You throw on clothes quickly and Harry runs down the stairs and opens the door to see Ron with his hand up ready to knock again.  

“Oh sorry Harry. We thought ya maybe didn’t hear us.”

Harry smiles shyly. “We were…uh…well, we weren’t up yet,” he says, cheeks pink.  

You bound down the stairs. “Good morning! H, why haven’t you invited them in?!”

He kisses your temple. “Jus opened tha door woman. Bu’ yeah, please come in.”

“No, no we can’t. We were jus’ droppin’ tha car off an’ brough’ ya some breakfast,” Ron says.

“Please come in. We want to thank you for the set up last night and celebrate!”

The Chapmans’ look at each other. “Well, if we’re no’ intrudin’, we’d love ta,” Helen says and Harry pulls the door open for them to come through.  

Harry takes their jackets and then there are hugs and kisses all around.  

Helen pulls back and grabs your left hand. Her hand flies to her mouth. “It’s beautiful. I’m so happy fo’ ya both,” she says, pulling both of you to her in a hug.  

Ron pats Harry on the back and pulls you in for a hug. “My sweet girl,” he says, hugging you tightly.  

Tears of joy are streaming down your face as he lets you go. “Let’s see the ring,” he says, wiping his eyes.  

You hold out your left hand and Harry places his hand underneath yours.  

Ron and Helen lean over and examine the ring again.  

“Thank you for everything you did for us last night. It was perfect,” you say, eyes meeting Harry’s before looking back to Ron and Helen.  

“We were happy ta do it,” Ron says. “Ya belong tagether.”  

“C’mon, let’s go have some breakfast,” Harry says, smiling his most radiant smile. “Love ya, my Jezebel,” he says, putting his arm around you and heading into the kitchen.

#forever #original content #harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #friends to lovers

[jazzywazzy89]

In a perfect life, vampire diaries would exist with Bonnie being the main character (a good girl done right bc in my humble opinion she was way more relatable than Elena) with Stefonnie being a romantic couple.

Hey anon,

Honestly, I've always wanted to do a series rewrite with Bonnie as the main character or even just as an AU of BTvS or Charmed with Bonnie as the main lead. I think it would make so much sense because Bonnie was the heroine of the show anyway, even if the writers and some of the fandom still choose not to acknowledge it.

They had to break their necks to keep Elena relevant and always tie the plot to her even when it served no purpose, screwed with continuity, and made very little sense. Then on the other side we had them going out of their way to exclude Bonnie from stories she would have naturally fit into or should've been at the epicenter of considering the way her family and history were tied to so many characters and so many characters had standing relationships, alliances, and enemies in witches. Even Bonnie's ending made very little sense in the context of the character and I still don't understand why they had Caroline of all people end up running a magical school.

Anyway, in terms of Stefonnie, I've done more than one analysis regarding their development in season one and the way it got scraped mid season due to Caroline being turned. I won't go in depth there again, I'll just say as a general statement with the Salvatore having a history with Emily, Stefan having a history with Sheila, and Damon being supposedly tasked with protecting the Bennett line, a lot of the writing surrounding Bonnie and the Salvatore was illogical and lazy from the start. They had so much to build from and we got next to nothing and yet we had to see doppelgangers fall in love with every iteration of each other one billion times as if it was something new or that we even cared about. Same thing with the Originals, they had established history with Bonnie's family, Esther channeling the Bennett line, Klaus having a literal witch posse upon arrival, Elijah aligning with Jonas and Luka, and the list goes on and yet none of them expressed an interest in Bonnie, make it make sense.

I would definitely love to explore a series rewrite but, a) I don't have the time, b) I have too many stories as it is and some in the works, and c) I don't have the patience to do a rewatch, which would mean it would more than likely be an AU as opposed to a rewrite. Still anon, I am forever bitter about Bonnie's treatment and Bonnie's potential pairings, Stefonnie is one at the top of my list along with Klonnie, and Tonnie, and many others. You have no idea.

#anons #replies #bonnie bennett #stefonnie #anti tvd #fuck that show to be honest

[lokiwhitewolf]

Red Hot Winter- Chapter 9

trigger warning: sex scene and blood sharing- minors dni

Chapter 9: "Pyre of Your Enemies"

Elena woke up in the forest at the end of the day with three ropes of vervain wrapped around her, tying her to a tree. She couldn’t remember how she got there. The last thing she remembered was going out with Elijah, while she was wearing her Katherine costume, and both of them being taken by a small coven of witches led by a ginger witch.

Elena struggled against the ropes, but every time she moved, the vervain burned her skin.

"Don’t bother, Katerina. “Said the ginger witch, showing up and walking up to the vampire. "You won’t get away from these ropes, and even if you do, Elijah is going to kill you."

"He’s not going to kill me," Elena said. "He loves me."

"That’s exactly what he said before I put a curse on him, though.” The witch got closer to Elena, looking at the vampire in the eyes. "He did say he loved Elena, but Elena Gilbert is dead."

"Of course my cheap copy is dead. Klaus saved me the trouble of doing it myself." The brunette said it with as much Katherinism as she could, given the fact that the vervain was cutting to her bones. "What did you do to Elijah?"

"I just showed him the truth. How you used him to get away from Klaus in England, how much you wanted him to give you his blood to save you from the sacrifice."

"Aren’t you a witch? Why are you not after Klaus? He is the one who broke the curse."

"I can’t get to Klaus the way I wanted. So I’ll get to his brother instead. Klaus will have to decide to either let his brother kill his prisoner or let Elijah kill the little blonde he calls his queen."

Elena knew Klaus wouldn’t let that witch touch a strand of hair on Caroline’s head without killing her first, but she also knew that if the hybrid had to choose, he’d let his brother kill her and save Caroline.

"I’m eager to see which one of Mikaleson's pets will get killed!” The witch said, clasping her hands together. "Let the games begin."

What Elena didn’t know was that she and Elijah had been missing for a couple of days. The day walkers told Klaus who had taken his brother and "Katherine", and Klaus immediately knew who it was. The ginger witch in question was Genevieve. He and the witch had a "relationship", but Klaus was ruthless when it came to his family. The only reason the hybrid didn’t go after her was because Caroline had a plan.

"We need a witch.” Said Caroline, at the compound, at Klaus's office.

"Love, we don’t have one. Sophie is dead, Davina is dead, and my daughter is not born yet. Who do you suppose we call?” Klaus asked, getting next to her.

"Well, lucky for you, I've got one on speed dial," Caroline replied, kissing him gently on the lips. "She should be getting here right now."

Someone else got to the compound and got to the flight of stairs and Klaus’s office.

"Bonnie Bennett," Klaus said, smiling. "The New Orleans witches might be strong, but dare I say they don’t compare to the Bennett witches? ”

"Don’t flatter me, Klaus; it doesn’t suit you. I’m not here for you; I’m here for my friends.” Bonnie said, going to hug Caroline, who hugged her back.

"Can you do a locator spell to know where they are? ” Caroline asked. 

"Yes," Bonnie replied. "But I need something that belongs to them."

Caroline went to pick up something in Elijah and Elena’s room. It was a picture of them from a photo booth that Elena convinced Elijah to take at a carnival that was happening near New Orleans. In the picture, Elijah was drinking Elena’s blood from her neck, and her head was thrown back, enjoying the moment.

Caroline gave Bonnie the picture. The witch looked at the picture and turned to Klaus.

"You’ve been around them the longest. How many times have they shared blood? Drink from each other?” She asked.

"How many stars are there in the sky? ” The hybrid replied. "They’ve been drinking each other's blood for as long as we've been here, maybe even more. Why is that relevant?"

"If this witch is an elder, like Caroline said, and she took Elijah and Elena, her plans might not go as smoothly as she wants. ”

"Wait, what does that mean, Bonnie?” Caroline asked.

"If what Klaus is saying is true, and Elena and Elijah have been sharing blood for that long, their bond can’t be broken by a witch. No matter how powerful the witch is or the spell. Their bond can’t be broken. ” Bonnie replied.

"What does that witch want, Klaus?” Caroline asked.

"She wants Elijah to kill Elena. She thinks Elena is Katherine, but if he doesn’t kill her, he’ll kill you instead, love, and I won’t let that happen, not even if I have to dagger him myself." Klaus replied, caressing Caroline’s face, who welcomed the touch.

"I’ll do a locator spell so we can find them," Bonnie said. The witch recited the incantation over a New Orleans map that Klaus had gotten earlier, causing the picture Caroline gave her to burst into flames and then turn into ashes. The ashes moved to a region of hidden woods in New Orleans. Klaus knew that area very well.

"I know where they are. It’s where me and my family first settled when we arrived in New Orleans. ” Klaus said.

"You’ll need to take these ashes.” Said Bonnie, pouring the ashes into a crystal cup. "Throw them at Elijah; it will weaken him, and it will give you guys enough time to restrain him."

"Restrain him?" Asked Caroline.

"Elijah has to drink Elena’s blood to break the spell.” Replied Bonnie. "If he doesn’t, he’ll kill her, and he’ll never forgive himself."

Klaus ran to his car, and before following him, Caroline hugged the witch.

"Thank you, Bonnie," the vampire said, grabbing the crystal cup.

"Bring Elena back, Care," the witch said.

"I will.” said Caroline, running to meet Klaus.

Twenty minutes later, Klaus parked by the woods.

"Can you track her?” Asked Caroline.

"Yes, I can also smell vervain.” Replied Klaus.

They walked into the woods with Klaus's hand on Caroline’s back. She knew that he and Genevieve had had a relationship; he had told her that. What Caroline didn’t know was how powerful that witch was, but Klaus was prepared to kill her if it meant protecting Caroline.

They were following Elena’s scent when Genevieve stopped them.

"Came to watch your brother murder your prisoner? ”Genevieve asked him. "Or did you come to watch him kill your so-called queen? Did you lower your standards after me?” She got closer to Klaus, and he held onto Caroline more firmly. "Tell me, is she any good compared to what we had?"

Caroline was ready to go full vampire mode on her; the only thing stopping her was Klaus’s steady hand on her back.

"Oh, Genevieve." He said this, touching her face with his free hand while smiling lovingly. Caroline knew better; that was not Klaus who loved her and gave her an unimaginable amount of pleasure; that was Klaus the hybrid. His hand went to the witch’s neck, and after two seconds, he began to clutch at it, cutting her breath. "My queen shall be respected by you and your little coven. She is exactly who I always needed for more than a thousand years, and you were nothing. We came here to save my prisoner and my brother, and if you stand in our way, we’ll kill you too. I’ll hide your body and make sure your coven never finds you, so even in death you can’t rest because you dared to come after me and my family. ” Klaus finally let go of her neck when the witch was turning purple.

"You’ll never find them," Genevieve said.

"Oh, good thing we have a Bennett witch on our side.” Caroline said, smiling in a mocking tone.

The ginger witch looked horrified at them.

"No, she wouldn’t help Klaus, not him. ” Said the witch. Klaus smiled.

“It seems like the tables have turned.” Klaus said. "The only reason I’m sparing your life now is because my queen does not deserve to walk over your corpse. Leave, because I will not show you mercy again if you come after me or my family."

Klaus and Caroline continued to walk, following Elena’s scent, while Genevieve left. Finally, they reached Elena, who had passed out against the tree the witches had tied her to. The ropes infused with vervain were still burning her skin.

"How are we going to get her out if we can’t even touch the ropes? ” Asked Caroline.

Klaus smirked, lifted his hand, and his nails turned into werewolf claws.

"Or you could do that. ” Said Caroline.

"Perks of being a hybrid, love.” He said this, ripping through the ropes.

Klaus held Elena up, stopping her from falling to the ground.

"Easy there, Elena." He said, sitting her down on the forest floor. He grabbed a blood bag from the inside of his jacket and gave it to her. "Drink this; you’ll need your strength."

After drinking the blood, Elena appeared better.

"What happened?" she asked.

"What do you remember?” Caroline asked.

"Me and Elijah were on a date, and we were kidnapped by a ginger witch and her coven. I woke up here, and she said she made Elijah think that I’m Katherine, and she is making him come after me. She’s making him relive the night Katherine first ran away from Klaus and he had to track her down." Elena replied.

"You’re out of luck because Katerina did die that night," Klaus said. "She killed herself."

"We know that,” said Caroline. "But why that particular night?"

"Elijah told me that he thought he was in love with Katherine before the ritual. That’s how he found an elixir that would keep her alive. But he couldn’t betray Klaus and give her his blood." Replied Elena.

"Geneviene wants him to kill you. She knows he’ll find a way to blame me for it, just like he did five hundred years ago. " Klaus said.

"We found a way to break the spell.”Said Caroline. "I know you didn’t want to, but I brought Bonnie over. She made a spell, burned a picture of you and Elijah, and said we have to throw these ashes," the blonde said, pointing to the crystal cup she was holding. "On Elijah, restrain him. Then he has to drink your blood."

"My blood?" Elena asked.

"Yes. The blood-sharing made the bond between the two of you unbreakable; not even a witch can break it. But he needs your blood to break the spell Genevieve cast on him.” Caroline replied.

"Katerina." They heard Elijah come to them. He was at least eight feet away from them. "Niklaus, get away from her; she is mine."

Elijah ran to them.

"I’m sorry, I can’t do that, brother," said Klaus. Elijah’s eyes were black; his veins had popped up, and his fangs had come down. Elijah tried to grab Elena but was stopped by Klaus, who held his arm and pinned him down, holding him.

“Love, I can’t hold him down for long," the hybrid said.

Caroline got in action and threw the ashes at Elijah’s face. Together, they held Elijah back, who was still struggling but weakened enough.

"Elena, now would be a good time to remind my brother who you are," Klaus said, holding his brother.

Elena sat on top of Elijah’s body, which was lying on the ground. She bit her right wrist, just like he had done when they first shared blood, and put it in his mouth. At first, Elijah appeared repulsive by her taste, but the memories came flooding back to his mind.

"Katerina," said Elijah, smiling. He walked up to her, and one of his hands went to her waist while the other went to her face. "I missed you," he said sincerely, almost whispering. Then he kissed her so tenderly and so sweetly, like he was worshiping her. Elena kissed him back, her hands going to his hair, as if Katherine would do it, but mostly for herself.

"I know you might be afraid of history repeating itself because of what happened between me and Katerina, but I assure you, my lovely Elena, she is in the past. I want you."

And with that, he kissed her. He kissed her like she’d never been kissed before. (...) It was so much better, like she was in heaven, as if Elijah was perfectly made for her, or as if she was made for him.

"I want to taste your blood. May I?" She said, whispering in his ear and kissing just under that region, moving her hips against his, despite him holding her.

He had almost lost his voice. Breathing out, he said.

"You may, my lovely Elena. But I want to see you. Elena stopped kissing his neck and grabbed his right arm. Making sure he was looking, she let her eyes turn black, and the veins popped up under them, and she felt her fangs coming down. Her hair was now back to normal. It was Elena. His lovely Elena

She bit down on the inside of his wrist and started to drink his blood. It was the best and sweetest drink she’d ever drunk. And she had drunk vampire blood before, but nothing compared to his. Elijah was mesmerized by the sight. It was the most intense, and probably the hottest, vision he had ever seen. Drinking another vampire’s blood was the most intimate thing in the vampire world. If the blood belonged to their partner, it means that the drinker has chosen to change their life. They chose to be with them, and it made their bond so much stronger that not even a witch was able to break it. It meant that Elena was choosing Elijah as hers.

Elijah smiled and brought her right hand to his mouth, letting her watch his eyes turn black, his veins pop out, and his fangs come down, then biting the inside of her wrist. Her blood was the most exquisite he had ever tasted. Elijah had drunk vampire blood before, but never had he felt like this. Elena chose him, and Elijah chose her.

Elena finished drinking and kissed his wrist. He drank until the vein was empty and kissed her wrist when he was done.

They looked at each other intensely. Elijah was the one who made the first move. He attacked her mouth with everything he had, tasting his blood in her mouth just like she could taste her blood on his.

"So beautiful, like you were made by Aphrodite herself," She might be physically like Katherine, but it was completely different when it came to how she liked to be pleased. Elijah begins to caress her body in a way that sets her ablaze. With every stroke of his hand, he evokes moans of pleasure from deep within her. He explores every inch of her, worshiping her body with a devotion that transcends time.

"You did so good, my lovely Elena. ” He said this while kissing her neck. Elena was still trying to catch her breath. She didn’t even know how he was able to do these things to her, but they were so much better than her previous boyfriend’s.

"Oh, Elijah," she said, kissing him deeply. She was really falling hard for him, no matter what.

He kissed her deeply after they were done. She kissed him back, grabbing his hair.

"So I think we should take all of them? Elena asked, smiling

"I think we should," Elijah replied, laughing.

"We’re going to find a way, my love. It’s going to be okay."

"I failed her, just like I failed Jeremy. I couldn’t protect either one of them!"

"Hey, I’ll have none of that, Elena. You didn’t fail Davina, and you certainly did not fail your brother. You couldn’t control the circumstances, my love, and you shouldn’t have to."

“Please don’t let me fall again, Elijah," she said, holding his face.

"Never, my love. I love you. " He said that, looking at her. A warm feeling washed over her. Like she belonged, and she’d never be lost again, as she had finally been found.

"I love you. ” She said this, kissing him briefly.

"Elena, this family has its fair share of enemies."

"I don’t care," Elena said, looking at him. "I love you; I don’t care who comes close to us. I’ll protect you."

"And I’ll protect you, my love. ” He said this, kissing her deeply.

Their hearts raced as their lips met, and they stayed like that for what felt like a lifetime, their love enveloping them like a blanket and bringing a sense of peace to their souls. Their love only grew stronger and deeper with each kiss. They felt more in love than ever before and knew that together they could face any challenges that life threw their way.

(...)"After all, you didn’t really get to see it, did you? ” He smiled up at her.

"Technically, it’s not my fault, you know; my boyfriend won’t let me leave the bed! ” Elena laughed as Elijah brought her to his lap.

"Oh yeah? Maybe I should speak to your boyfriend. He said this, spreading kisses down her neck. "Keeping a lady like you in bed? Doesn’t he have manners? ” Elena started to move her hips against his, and Elijah naturally followed her rhythm.

"Oh, he does, but when he has his way with me, it’s just so good. She says this, whispering in his ear. (...)

Elijah sits down on the chair, bringing Elena with him, not breaking their connection.

"I love you so much. ” She said this, hugging him close to her.

"I love you too, my love, more than you’ll ever know."

Elena had convinced Elijah to take her to a carnival happening just outside of New Orleans. It had been a few days since the attack on Klaus, and that festival reminded her of Mystic Falls.

"It will be fun. ” She watched him put on his usual tuxedo.

"I have been to so many carnivals, my love. What’s different about this one? ” He asked, holding her hand while they got out of their room to leave the compound.

"The difference is that you will be with me," she said, grabbing his face and kissing him briefly.

"If you didn’t want to go out so much, I’d have my way with you right now. ” He whispered in her ear.

"I have something in mind that you’ll like," Elena said mysteriously.

They drove to the carnival, and they had fun. Elena found out Elijah loved ice cream while they shared a cup. They had won the activities, and he even got her a souvenir.

Elena found a photo booth and dragged him inside, and he had an idea.

Elijah leaned in close to Elena, pressing his lips against her neck and taking in her scent. His fangs extended as he held her close. Elena felt a shiver run down her spine, almost like excitement, as she felt the flashing of a camera taking their pictures. Elijah fed on her, drinking from her neck.

Although Elena was surprised at first, she soon felt a wave of pleasure sweep over her as she felt Elijah's fangs piercing her skin. Elena could feel the tingling sensation running through her entire body, and it felt amazing. She let herself get lost in the moment and let Elijah take as much as he wanted.

His craving for her was too strong. He had satiated his thirst. They looked into each other's eyes, and everything seemed to just fall into place. Their lips met, and they embraced, completely lost in one another. With their senses heightened and their passions boiling, they connected intimately and passionately. Their skins burned, and the night was filled with the scent of sweat and blood.

His mouth moved down her neck, and she closed her eyes with a little gasp as he licked her with the tip of his tongue. His hands wandered all over her body, cupping neglected areas and exploring curves. She felt her heart leap as he grabbed her ass; that's when she knew it was finally time. He entered her slowly and tenderly, pushing into her until he was buried deep within her. She let out a moan and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He began to thrust harder, pushing into her with all his might as she moaned with pleasure. Their bodies were clashing and creating an irresistible pull toward each other. Their passion was peaking as he thrust into her with all his might, and soon they both came together in ecstasy. The intensity of their lovemaking was unforgettable, and they both surrendered to each other in a way they never had before.

As they left the booth, still holding onto each other, they had taken their relationship to new heights. Elijah and Elena had experienced something powerful and intimate that night—something they would never forget. Elena grabbed the pictures and took them back home with them, putting them on the mirror of the vanity.

Elijah stopped drinking her blood.

"Elena?" He looked at her, with tears falling from his eyes. Klaus and Caroline let go of him, and Elijah took this opportunity to sit down, hugging Elena, who reciprocated the gesture. "I’m so incredibly sorry, my love. I’m so sorry."

"It’s okay; it was not your fault," Elena said, holding him close and breathing in his scent. "We’re okay now. ”

Elena looked at Klaus and Caroline.

"Thank you." She mouthed.

Klaus and Caroline brought Elijah and Elena back to the compound. Bonnie was asleep in Rebekah's room, and Elena would talk to her in the morning. Elijah and Elena went to their room to take a shower and rest.

"Love?" Klaus said, finding Caroline on the balcony, looking over the quarter.

"Is this how it is always going to be, Klaus? Are we always going to get attacked? Because I was attacked, then Hayley, then you, and now Elijah and Elena."

"This is war, love, but I promise you, whoever comes for my queen will die."

"I don’t want you to kill people for me, Klaus."

"Only if they threatened you, love. They know I have chosen you as my queen, and they know that to get to me, they only have two ways. Through you or my daughter. And I’m not letting anything happen to either of you. You’re part of this family now, love."

"Somehow I always knew you were not the villain of my story," Caroline said, turning to face him. He held her waist and kissed her.

"So who am I in your story, love? ” He asked, 

"You are, as you so poetically put it once, my last love. ” Klaus laughed and kissed her once more.

They won the battle today, but little did they know something worse was on its way.

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