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Austin Swift (Yes, Brother of Taylor) Is Finding His Own Path to the Limelight
The burgeoning actor talks to Vanity Fair about his passion for cinema and what he’s learned from his big sister.
By Josh Duboff

June 2017

When Austin Swift was a sophomore in high school he weighed 250 pounds and, as he tells it, “didn’t have a lot of friends.” The younger brother of an internationally renowned pop star (her first name’s Taylor—you may have heard of her), Swift recounts that there was one place during his childhood where he was able to find refuge: the cinema. “I would go to the movies, and Daniel Craig was my friend, and Christian Bale was my friend, and Clive Owen was my friend, and Viggo Mortensen was my friend.”

Now 25, Swift—sinewy and with an Old Hollywood sheen about him—is well on his way to becoming the sort of actor whom high-school sophomores may someday also feel simpatico with. He appeared in Ben Affleck’s crime drama Live by Night, which landed in theaters last January, and co-stars in Todd Berger’s Cover Versions, out later this year. After graduating from the University of Notre Dame, in 2015, he filmed a role alongside Pierce Brosnan in John Moore’s I.T., before arriving in Los Angeles, where, he says, he “found a group of cool people” and completed an internship at Lionsgate, for which his responsibilities included making and sending out DVD screeners.

Swift—gentle, brainy, and measured in person—has, especially considering the enormous fame of his sister, a notably low-key presence. He is the sort of guy to offer you a copy of a play right out of his bag when you’re parting ways (“I think you’ll like this one—I just read it”). Austin speaks about Taylor with the admiration and brightness of a classic younger sibling, describing his own journey as more meandering by comparison: “She found singing, and I knew from very early on that that was her direction. She was never going to quit; that was her thing, that was her life … and I was always a little bit, you know, doing this, doing that.” He says that watching her achieve, to borrow one of her song titles, her wildest dreams has helped to motivate him on his own artistic path. “Something I learned myself, and learned through watching her, is respect,” he explains. “You just respect everyone’s time, everyone that you’re working with. They’re all there, it’s all their lives, and you need to put the work in to be worth that.”

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another short little thing I wanted to get out today. for the purpose of this fic, Kol is dead but can be brought back. this is the first time klaus has his humanity off and let’s say he gets it back this quickly. fluff and slight angst, fyi.

(no gifs are mine!!)

“Niklaus Mikaelson, how many times do I have to tell you this?” You scream, running from the kitchen over to the living room and nearly bumping into Klaus.

Originally posted by fiorenellasfalto

“What is it with all the ruckus, love? What have I done now?” Klaus walks into the hallway, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

“What have you done?” You grab his hand and lead him to the kitchen while he clutches the towel.

“Love, if this towel falls, I won’t pick it up,” Klaus presses his face against your head and you pull away, pointing at the mess on the floor.

“Klaus what is this?” You let go of him and cross your arms over your chest.

“Oh, this,” he chuckles, unashamed by the sight before him. “Your little friends will wake up before you know it. Oh, and those others girls are still alive… I think.”

“You THINK?!” You rush over to said girls and press your fingers against their neck. “God damn it, Nik. They’re dead.”

“Oops?” He shrugs and grabs a bottle of water. “This no humanity deal is great.”

“Look, Niklaus. I know that this is the first time you’ve ever turned your humanity off, but you need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen! Please!” You sigh, looking at Klaus with furrowed brows.

“You know this is all your fault, right?” He raises his brows at you and you curse under your breath.

“Yes, I know, Nik, but–”

“No buts! I turned off my humanity because you left me. You turned your back on me when I needed you,” he shrugs and looks at you unapologetically.

“I didn’t have a choice!” You yell, walking over to the man you once loved. “I had to walk away from you. You practically placed Kol on his deathbed. If you can do that to your own flesh and blood, how do I know you wouldn’t do that to me? Kol was trying to make things right! HE DIED FOR YOU, FOR YOUR FAMILY! HE DIED FOR HOPE, NIKLAUS!”

“MY BROTHER WILL BE AVENGED!” Klaus throws the water bottle away, breaking a window in the process. “I will avenge my brother, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“You can’t avenge Kol this way. You can’t avenge him if all you do is throw dead people on my kitchen floor. Maybe you need to let me go to avenge Kol. You can plot your revenge on me afterwards, I don’t care Klaus,” you shrug, finally meeting Klaus’s golden specs. “Find a way to bring Kol back and make things right. And then you two can plot ways to get rid of me.”

“What did you just say?” Klaus whispers, eyes narrowed as he walks closer to you.

“I said bring Kol back and plot ways to get rid of me. I’ll work around your killer plans, pun intended,” you let out a light chuckle, unable to meet Klaus’s dark gaze.

“You think I’d kill you? That I’d let Kol kill you or that he’d let me? Are you out of your mind?” His voice is lower than before, sending chills down your spine.

“All I’m saying is I’d rather have that happen than you mope around like this. I’m sorry I left Klaus. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, but I’m not important right now. Kol is–”

“How can you say that?” Klaus curses under his breath and runs a hand down his face. “I love you, Y/N. That’s why I’m so hung up on you! That’s why it hurt me so much when you left. That’s why it hurts when you think I had a hand in Kol’s death. I would never kill my siblings. You know that.”

You stared at him, not knowing what to say or how to react after Klaus’s little confession. He tilts his head to face you, a sea of turmoil in his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers again and you see the humanity switch turn back on, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. “Y/N, I’m so–I’m so sorry about the mess. I’ll clean it up, I prom–”

“Hey, hey,” you whisper and walk up to Klaus, gently cupping his face and forcing him to look into your eyes. “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Really?” He whispers, an impish grin forming on his face.

“Really,” you chuckle and press your lips against his briefly. “I love you.”

A/N For the person who requested the Carl Grimes imagine based on the song Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran, I hope this is okay!

Summary: Carl finds reader fixing a CD player in the library, when she does she forces him to dance with her

Warnings: None

Carl Grimes

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow

Come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like

“Hey, Carl!” You grinned as you noticed the teen walking into the library that you sort of worked at. He looked up at the sound of your voice, a small smile on his lips.

“Hey.” He spoke, a small smile on his face. “Is it okay if I sit with you for a bit? I’ve got nothing to do.” You gave him a nod before going back to the CD player you’d found, attempting to make it work. “Yeah, that’s fine. I was pretty bored anyways.”

Carl sat down next to you at the table, setting Judith down so that she could play with some toys that you’d set out for her the last time she and Carl had come to visit you. The library had sort of been your ‘safe haven’ if you will, it was always the place you went if you needed some peace and quiet or just needed away from everyone else. Not a lot of people went there, but you practically lived there. And thankfully, it was the one place the saviors hadn’t completely raided.

“What’re you doing?” He questioned, glancing to Judith every few seconds to make sure she was alright. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your bottom lip was half sucked into your mouth in concentration as you worked on the CD player,“I’m trying to get this stupid thing to work. I haven’t heard actual music in a long time and it’d be nice to hear some.” He nodded, leaning back in his chair,“Yeah, it would. I didn’t realize how much I took it for granted.”

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Some designs for my South Park Vaccine: South Side AU B3

With his city in a panic over the recent outbreak of a deadly disease and his desperate father threatened with debt, Kyle finds himself, along with his younger brother, Ike, at the mercy of a group claiming to have the new cure for the virus. Discovering their dark secrets and cruel ways, the two boys escape with the company in pursuit. Separated from their family with no one else to turn to, they have no choice but to try to trust anyone who says they’re willing to help, earning their own path of friendships and distrusts along the way. The strife between children and adults is on.

Why, yes, it does take place in the same world as my other one x 

I haven’t shown much of it, but I love the world I built for it and I definitely wanted to make another story centered around the SP kids. More to come I need to actually work on these :U

Until It’s Gone - Ch.6

Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Warnings: mild language, hunting vibes, protective Winchesters (yay!)

Word Count: 1,880

A/N: This is the sixth chapter in my newest ongoing series. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for being my letter checkers and fellow fangirls :) My writing soulmate and sole sister…life wouldn’t be the same without you. There’s a good bit more Dean in this chapter, and it ends with a bang. We’re going hunting… Feedback is always loved and appreciated!

Read (Ch.1) (Ch.2) (Ch.3) (Ch.4) (Ch.5)

My tags are way down below. Let me know if you want to be added to anything that I write :)


Sam felt Y/N slowly slip out of his arms in the morning, but he kept his eyes shut and remained motionless to feign sleep. He heard her make her way to the bathroom and close the door behind her before the sound of running water reached his ears. Sam smiled to himself. Y/N always took a shower in the mornings. It was a habit that had been lovingly picked at and teased over when she’d lived in the bunker.

Sam got dressed for the day and made up the bed before going to the kitchen to search for breakfast. Y/N joined him a few minutes later, her cheeks still flushed from her shower and her hair pulled back into a neat braid. He noticed her attire and set down the second half of the bagel he had been working on.

“Y/N… why are you dressed to go hunting?” It was her lace up, waterproof boots that gave it away. She always and only wore them on hunts.

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The Shattered Camera || Wonwoo || Pt. 10

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 // Pt. 10 // Pt. 11 (FINAL)

Word Count: 3128

Genre: comedy, fluff, paparazzi!au, celebrity!au, angst

Summary: Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?


The scene was familiar but the roles were switched. Instead of Wonwoo sleepily watching you pour your drinks, you were watching as Wonwoo drank several bottles by himself, only offering you some when you reached out for it. It didn’t take much until you were buzzed though and you found yourself silent as you stared at Wonwoo, drinking his sorrows away.

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Diabolik Lovers Lost Eden Ayato Sakamaki [maniac 7]~translation-traducción~

This translation was made by @dj-diabolik-fan
*Esta en español abajo de todo~*



-Yui’s Monologue-

I don’t know how much time it has been since we arrived to the Eden.

But I think it had been a few days.

Ayato-kun’s attitude is the same as ever.
He doesn’t get mad like before.
But somehow, he looks out of his mind.

Since then, we haven’t been receiving more news from Ruki-kun.

I slowly keep watching from my window how devastated the Eden was left…

-End-

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Jealous Speedster

Warning: cussing, SMUT, Unprotected SMUT (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT)

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x reader, the team

Request:  can you wrote a Pietro (Avengers) x Reader smut where he gets really jealous.   ~anonny

A/n: I wrote this today, sorry it took me a while to do it but hey better late than never. Pietro Smut just in time for Aaron Taylor-Johnson’s birthday (He’s is literally like 4 months older than me). I hope you like it. First time writing smut for him, i’ve read it but first time writing it.

Tag list: @marvelismylife @alwayssmilepretty @the-winter-sokovian

Originally posted by weheartaaron


               “Wanda do you really think he’ll like this?” You looked at yourself in the mirror on the back of your closet door. The blue and silver dress that you wore clung to your curves and barely covered your ass.

               “Of course, возлюбленная (sweetheart). I know he will.” Wanda’s accent came from the bathroom. “If he hasn’t done anything by the end of tonight, well. I’ll have to hurt him and date you myself.” You could hear the amused tone in her voice. You were glad to have her as your best friend besides Natasha.

               “There’s no need for violence, Wan. Plus, I love you like a sister. There is no way I could be with you like that.” You loved her like the sister you never had and Nat, well she made herself your older sister/mother figure when you joined the team.

               “You almost ready? The party is starting soon.” Thinking of Nat, there she was yelling in at you two.

               “Almost Nat, just second guessing this dress.” Nat opened the door to your room, seeing you looking at yourself in the mirror while running your hands over your dress. “Does this really look good on me? I honestly think it clings to my body a little much.” You never really liked your body but Wanda assured you that Pietro loved you, every inch and every aspect of you.

               “Don’t worry little one. He’s going to love it just like he loves you. You should really see how he looks at you. It almost makes me sick with how cute it is.” Nat walked up behind you, setting her chin on your bare shoulder with a smile played across her red lips.

               “Really?” You turned and looked at her, your eyes were wide like a dear caught in headlights almost.

               “Really. Now put your heels on and let’s go.” She handed you your black peep-toe heels. You slipped them on and all three of you walked out of your room.

               The three of you made your way down to the party room, as Tony called it. Nat wearing a simple formfitting red dress that matched her hair and lipstick and Wanda wore a deep violet dress that you assumed matched Visions skin tone. The party was in full swing when you got there, which didn’t really bother you. You were really one for parties but Tony said everyone had to go, no ands ifs or buts about it. You and Nat walked over to the bar while Wanda went to sit with Vision, she was almost always found with him if not with you or her brother.

               At the bar, you and Nat ordered a drink. You decided to sit there at the bar while Nat decided to go torment Tony, which was always fun to watch more so when he was drunk. As you scanned the room, your eyes landed on the Sokovian who stole your heart the moment you met him. He had his hair combed back, it almost looked like his hair was all dark brown if you looked at him straight on, he wore a nice button up shirt that looked amazing on him, and a pair of dark slacks as well as his trainers, which Tony would more in likely yell at him for later. Tony was known to be a bit of a drama queen when it came to clothes.

               As time passed, a couple of guys decided it was a good idea to start talking to you. They bought you a few drinks and started to flirt with you, which you didn’t flirt back. You couldn’t, you didn’t find what they said to be ether cute nor funny. You would rather be flirted with by your Sokovian crush. But alas, he was being swarmed by a group of giddy blondes and all they wanted was to hear him talk or wanted to see if one of them could take him home with them. You could see him smiling at what one of the slutty looking blondes had said, you couldn’t help but feel a small pain in your chest. You hoped he would have seen you, at least look at you but you couldn’t always get what you want. You knew Wanda was always lurking in the back of your mind, so you sent her a message telling her to help you out with the two jock wannabes. She came along and practically stole you from them, pleasing you and causing them to groan displeased.

               She dragged you onto the dance floor in hopes to make you smile some. Which it did for some time. “You know, there is always one way to get his attention.”

               “Really Wanda? You really think making him jealous of someone would make him look at me?”

               “Yes and just so you know. He has seen you, he is completely awestruck by you just doesn’t know what to do.”

               “Are you sure. I mean, I’m not doubting your twin link but still. He has more courage than I do.” You were a bit shy but you couldn’t help it, you were like that with every guy you like before and now that it’s Pietro, well shyness didn’t begin to cover it.

               “Come on, let’s go find Barton and have him help.” ‘Fuck, she was really going to drag him in this.’ She dragged you to where the others were sitting. Wanda sat next to Clint and whispered something in his ear causing him to smile widely. That’s when you regretted telling Wanda that you haven’t been with a guy for almost ever and with the look on Clint’s face, well needless to say you were screwed and soon probably literally.

               “Come on (Y/n).” Clint stood up and held out his hand. You took his hand and you took the drink that was in his other hand, tossing back like it was water when it was straight hard liquor. After setting the glass down, you followed Clint back out on the dance floor. “So we need to make Speedy jealous? I can do that.” He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you close to him. Despite being a fatherly figure to you, this was kind of weird. Dancing this close to him, he maybe strong but Pietro was the one whose arms you wanted to be in.

 

*Pietro’s POV*

 

               ‘Why was she dancing with that old man?’ I thought. The way she looks tonight, god she was beautiful. None of these women were any match to her. Her (h/c) was stunning, her (e/c) brighter than ever, and her curves in that blue and silver dress. Ugh, she could stop a train. I know my sister had something to do with the dress. (Y/n) was adorably shy around me and I couldn’t place why. When she is with my sister, she is confident in herself but once I’m near it’s like she second guesses everything. Why?

               “Sorry ladies but I have to go.” I hear groans from all of them as I step away and make my way onto the dance floor.

               ‘She is beautiful, yes?’ I hear Wanda in my head.

               ‘Yes. Do you know why she is dancing with the old man?’

               ‘Of course I do, brother. You just have to find out on your own.’ What the hell, my own sister is up to something. ‘I know you want her, brother. I’ve seen your thoughts of her. She wants you too.’

               Just like that I feel her presence in my mind vanish. I continue my walk to where they were dancing. Clint had pulled her close to him, his hands dangerously close to her ass. Her ass in that dress looked amazing.

               “What are you doing with my printessa old man?” I tapped him on the shoulder, he smirked at me.

 

*Normal POV*

 

               “What are you doing with my printessa old man?” ‘Did he really call me that?’ You couldn’t help but smile. The next thing you knew you were in your room pressed against the back of your door. “You are mine, моя любовь (my love).” His voice sent shivers down your spine. His lips connected to your neck as his hands settled on your hips, holding you firmly against the door. Soft whimpers left your lips as his were on you, moving up and along your jaw until they found yours. Silencing you as he ground into you, making you feel just how hard he was. He pulled away, needing air. He looked down at you, his eyes were blown with lust. You could feel yourself getting wetter just by looking at the speedster in front of you.

               “Piet.” You barely got out before his lips were on yours again. You loved the way his lips fit perfectly with yours. You slid your hands into his neat hair, carding your fingers through the soft stands of dark brown and silver. He angled his head, deepening the kiss. You pushed your lower body into him causing him to groan into the kiss. His hands slid down to the back of your thighs. He whispered jump against your lips and you did as told. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you easily to your bed. He gently laid you down, he looked down at you like you were pray. You needed him, now. You kicked your heels off and scooted up to the pillows on your bed. The fabric of your dress was bunched up high enough to show Pietro your electric blue panties. You looked up at him and you can clearly notice that he saw them because you hear an animalistic growl emanate from the back of his throat.

               “Now, printessa. Did you really think that making me jealous was a good idea?” His accent was thicker and it sent shivers down your spine again. He made quick work of his shirt, showing off his sculpted abs that you have been dying to touch. He crawled up the bed and hovered over you. He ran a hand up your back and pulled at the material of your dress, ripping it. With his other hand he continued to tear your dress, tossing the remnants of fabric over his shoulder and on to the floor. You were now laying there under him in just your panties. You loved the way his muscles moved under his skin.

               “Pietro, please.” You looked up at him, looking innocently into his eyes. You were set up by his sister to make him jealous. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you. His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking on your sweet causing you to moan loudly. His hand slid down your body, coming to a stop at your cloth covered clit. He applied slight pressure to it with a single finger, drawing small circles on it. Pulling more moans from you. His lips started moving down, nibbling on your collar bone before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. His free hand came up and started to tweak the other, causing you to get louder. You buried your hands in his hair again as he continued his assault on your breasts, pulling him closer to you. He switched sides as his hand left the apex of your legs, causing you to whimper at the loss. You felt him smirk against you, he was enjoying this. He was enjoying the fact that he was causing you pleasure, need and want.

               He let your nipple go with a slight wet pop before he continued his descent down your body. Once he reached your hip, he ripped your panties off you causing you to gasp. “Those were my favorite pair.”

               “I’ll get you a new pair, printessa.” He ran a finger through your folds, the simple action caused you to throw your head back and moan softly. “So wet for me, моя любовь (my love).”

               Without warning, he slid two fingers inside you as he dove in with his tongue to your clit. You practically screamed in pleasure. Pietro started to finger fuck you fast and hard as he licked, sucked and nibbled your clit. In no time, you were on the brink of your orgasm. With the sounds you were making, he knew you were close. He sped up a little and sucked just hard enough, causing you to cum. He removed his fingers and slid his tongue inside you, working you through your orgasm. Your hands clinging to him like he was your only link to this world. He lapped up everything you had to offer him, he took everything and then some. As you came down from your high, he crawled up your body. His lips attached to yours causing you to moan at the taste of yourself there, he took the opportunity and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You were able to really taste yourself now, causing you to moan again.

               You didn’t know when he removed the rest of his clothes but at this point you didn’t care, you needed him inside you. “Pietro, please. I need you, inside me. Now!” He slide the head of his cock inside of you and slowly started to push forward. He took his time working himself into you, not wanting to hurt you. He was bigger than any guy you had been with. You both moaned as he worked himself inside you. He stopped moving when he was completely seated inside you. He gave you a few moments to adjust to his size before he really started to move. You nodded your head as he looked into your eyes as if asking if you were ready.

               He pulled back and slammed into you. He kept this up for a few moments before picking up pace. This was something that you never thought you would ever feel and here you were, getting fucked into your mattress by the man you have come to love. His pace didn’t falter, not even once. You’ve hit your high again as he continued to fuck you. Your hands slid over his shoulders and your nails started to dig into his skin which caused him to fuck you harder. You were screaming at this point, not caring if the people at the party heard you.

               Pietro lifted one of your legs which caused him to slide deeper into you. Pietro was tapping into his speed to fuck you and you loved every second of it. He slid a hand in between your bodies and landing on your clit. He moved so fast, his finger started to vibrate causing you to clamp down on his cock. Your orgasm shot through you like a bullet from a gun. Your back arched off the bed and you silently screamed as you came completely undone under the silver haired speedster. With a few thrusts later, he spilt himself inside you before collapsing on top of you. He laid there for a few moments to catch his breath and come down from his own high.

               “That was,”

               “Wow.” He looked at you. His eyes full of love and adoration. “Printessa, I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

               “Neither do I, Piet.” You rolled onto your side facing Pietro, placing a hand on his cheek.

               “Would you mind being my girlfriend?” He looked down at you as you laid in his arms.

               “Of course, my love.” You leaned up and placed your lips to his. Only leaving them there for a moment. You laid your head on his chest and he started to run his fingers through your hair. Moments later the two of you were asleep.

               The next morning you woke up before Pietro. Neither one of you had nightmares which was great for a change. You managed to get out of bed without waking your now speedster boyfriend. You grabbed his button up shirt from last night and pulled it on, buttoning it up. It fell to your mid-thigh and you had to roll up the sleeves some. You dug through your drawer to find a new pair of panties since the ones you were wearing were ripped off you by the man who was still asleep in your bed.            

               You made the walk down to the kitchen where the rest of the team sat, all ether eating or drinking coffee. You didn’t pay attention to the stares as you made yourself a cup of coffee with a huge smile on your face.

               “How was your night last night (Y/n)?” Tony looked like shit, probably nursing a hangover but he smirked anyway.

               “Wouldn’t you like to know, Tin Man?” You didn’t let your smile falter. You heard a soft smack, figuring Nat smacked him. “How was yours, Nat?”

               “It was great. Messing with Tony was fun.” She smiled over the rim of her coffee cup. Wanda had a smile on her face as well, knowing full well what happened last night. You knew you had to thank her.

               ‘You’re welcome.’ You looked at her and couldn’t help but smile more.

               “(Y/n) how are you even able to walk this morning? From what we heard last night, he must have been using his speed.” Bruce looked at you pretty confused. The rest of the team did except Nat, Wanda and Clint, as well as Pietro.

               “Did you guys really forget that I have enhanced healing?” You let a mock hurt expression fall on your face. “That hurts knowing that my own team can’t remember my own healing ability.”

               “Speaking of the speedster, where is he?” Seconds later he was at your side.

               “I’m wear I need to be old man.” He looked at Clint as if he was going to punch him.

               “Brother, don’t look at Clint like that. What he did last night was because of me.” Pietro looked at his sister, shocked that his own sister would do such a thing.

               “Really Wanda, you had this old man that close to my printessa?”

               “Yes, she was scared that you didn’t like her the way she loves you.” Wanda smiled at herself and so did Nat. They both had a part to play in it but they knew to keep that to themselves.

               “Thank you for last night Wan.” You leaned your head against Pietro’s shoulder as he stood there eating some candy. Where he got it, you didn’t want to ask.

               All you cared about was you now had the man you loved.

Misspoken Words || Mingyu || Oneshot

Word Count: 1334

Genre: fluff, one shot, extra chapter to The Shattered Camera

Summary: Mingyu was never placed in a situation where he had to watch his words carefully. He was raised preciously and took a job that he was good at and was able to act as he pleased. He spoke his mind and let his emotions run wild and this often got him into trouble, leaving his stepbrother, Wonwoo, to clean up his mess. But when he misspeaks in front of his childhood friend…well, there is little that can be done except apologize. 

(A/N): there are some spoilers to The Shattered Camera if you haven’t read that series before but you don’t need to read it to understand this oneshot.


“Honestly, Kim Mingyu, you’re probably the most impressive person I’ve ever met.”

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The Isolated Islet

It was a warm soothing summer when our family went out for some break to one of the must-visit places in our town. The islet. The little one across the sea of Malajog was the place we’ve decided to visit.

My aunt – the youngest sister of my mother – just went home from Taiwan. Every time she goes back to town, we always do stuff we do not regularly do on normal days. Yes, I guess my aunt is the kind of person who always does anything new or things that are interesting to work with. She’s the dora the explorer in our tribe, probably, and that’s quite amazing to acknowledge. Anyway, the said Islet is very isolated and empty. When we went there, there was nobody else and the only thing you could observe is the sound of the waving sea – kissing the edges of beautiful rock formations which are naturally scattered all around - circling the islet.

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Modern AU - Ian and Rachel’s Wedding

Anonymous asked: Can I request your own version of Ian and Rachel’s wedding night and subsequent honeymoon?

I keep thinking I’ve already done a modern Ian and Rachel wedding, but I can’t find it. So we’ve got this one instead! I’ll continue/conclude their honeymoon in the next installment, but this part felt like a good end. Shout out to @everythingyouweretooafraidtoask for helping me brainstorm some fun things for young Ian.  Hope y’all like it!

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Imagine being Dean and Sam’s little sister and Amara bringing you back instead of Mary.

Dean couldn’t understand what Amara meant by saying that she was going to give him what he wanted most. He hadn’t understood it then nor the days after that but then again he didn’t find it in himself to care when he had to look for Sam. He was already worried enough about his little brother to think about what could have possibly happened. And quite honestly it didn’t seem to him like she had done anything in the first place so he willed himself to not think about ‘what if’s… much less what it was that he really wanted and she could give.

But then it all changed and Dean realized everything the moment those were spoken.

“Stay away from my boys!” your voice echoed through the dark place and both Dean and Sam froze in place, just as did the British woman of letters.

It was at that moment everything fell in place. It was the moment you came into view and Dean got to see the little girl, well not so little, but to him you always were that, that he lost all those years ago to the very things he hunted. He blamed himself more than Sam did, because more or less they both felt responsible for not doing something more to save you.

And now, both he and Sam were staring at you like you were going to burst. You ate happily on your pie “Man death got me more hungry than I thought.” you laughed and Dean and Sam chuckled softly at the words that gave away how much of a Winchester you were. You chewed happily on your food before stopping and raising an eyebrow at them “Everything alright?”you asked through a mouth full and Dean grinned widely.

“Nah” he shrugged, sharing a look with Sam “Just remembered that we’ll have to buy double the pies from now on.”

“Oh hell yeah you will!” you grinned after swallowing “And I am definitely getting a room of my own in this huge place, which you till have to tell me how you got by the way.”

“Don’t worry kiddo.” Dean placed a hand on your shoulder “We’ll fill you up on everything.”

“As long as you are willing to stay.” Sam said softly and you gave him a smile.

“Sammy I ain’t going anywhere, I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Yeah you better.” Dean clenched his jaw and you gave him a look. You were the youngest one, yes, but you always were the one to support your brothers and be their rock.

“I meant being more careful, not giving up my life for you. That I would do again and again and all over again as long as you two are alright.”

“Yeah well-” Sam sighed, looking at Dean for a moment “We weren’t really.” he confessed and you sighed, dropping your fork.

“I know you weren’t. And I understand but these holes- we can fill them, the way we always had. The Winchester way.” you placed a hand on each of their own.

“And we got plenty of them, don’t we?” Dean muttered and you squeezed his hand, knowing you were quite responsible for it. You could only begin to imagine how they would feel at having to burn your body. Hell even carry to burn it.

“Well- truth is that- having you here?” Sam gave you a weak smile “It feels in the biggest hole.”

Imagine meeting the Originals-Part 34

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Part 34

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“Who’s Lucien?” you ask.

“He’s the first vampire I turned” Klaus says. “He’s my first sire”

“You’re very first? What is he doing in town?” Freya asks.

“Well, didn’t ask. I saw him talk to Vincent Griffith and left before they could see me.”

You frown “Finn? You saw him talk top Finn?”

“Yes, our dear brother has been hard at work trying to find a way to get rid of us, it would seem” Klaus says.

“And what are we going to do about that?” Elijah asks.

“Well, Lucien doesn’t know we know about his alliance with our brother. I say we take advantage of the situation.”

“Don’t do anything stupid, brother. Lucien knows if you die, he dies too, it would be foolish of him to plot your death…” Elijah says.

“Cami met with him. She told me he’ll be at the art show tonight. That’s where I’ll meet him. Alone.”

“Why alone?” you ask.

“Lucien never really liked me” Elijah tells you and you look up at him.

“Uh…So, Lucien is the one who’s been killing the people in this town?” Freya ask.

“It would seem so…” Klaus says before he leaves the room.

“Rebekah was right…” you sigh “We can’t never catch a break”

Elijah left the room to go after Klaus, leaving you and Freya alone.

“You know, I have an elemental friend” she tells you and you raise an eyebrow “She’s a mermaid. I’ve known her for 300 years.”

“Seriously?” you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“I’ve come to know her as her boyfriend, who was an elemental too, died and became a vampire. He tried to kill her and she had to kill him to save herself…”

“That’s…not a good story” you tell her.

“Sorry…It’s more complicated than that” she says.

“Hey, could you not tell horror stories like that in front of my infant daughter” Hayley says, entering the room with Jackson.

“Hi” you smile at them. Hayley picks up Hope from the floor.

“We’ll be just next door” she tells you.

“You know, we should have our own place too” you muse.

“You and Elijah?”

“Yeah… a calmer place” you say.

She chuckles “Don’t leave me alone with my brother, please” she begs you and you laugh.

“You won’t be alone, you’ll be with Bekah and Kol” you tell her.

“True… More reasons for you to stay with me” she laughs.

“Oh, they’re not so bad… Not all the time” you laugh.

“You really know a mermaid?” you ask her.

She nods “Yes. Her name’s Marina.”

“My grandmother was half-mermaid half witch” you tell her.

She raises her eyebrows “Really? That’s an unusual mix”

“I know, it’s hard to believe…”

Rebekah and Kol came back in the evening.

“Well, time to get me back to my body, love”

“I’ll help” Freya says.

“Tomorrow” Davina tells them.

Klaus came back late, angry.

“What happened?” you ask, watching Klaus pace in the living room.

“Lucien has a witch friend… Apparently there’s a prophecy announcing our death” he says.

“A prophecy? There is no such things as prophecies…Are there?” you ask.

“There is only one way to be sure” Freya says “What happened exactly?”

“I drank the witch’s blood and she recited bad poetry and made me see things” he answers, still angry.

Freya nods “Maybe I can get a little more information” she says. “If you fed on this prophetic witch, her blood is still in your system. I can use it to.”

She sets a table and Klaus gives her his blood. Her ears started bleeding as she was doing the spell with Klaus’ blood. The room started to shake.

“Freya, stop!” Elijah tries to stop her but the spell is already done.

“Is she okay?” you ask as you see her shake, obviously in pain.

She takes deep breaths. “It’s true” she says. “You have a terrible shadow over you. If this prophecy is fulfilled you will all fall. One by friend, one by foe and one… by family…” she says.

You frown. “What are we gonna do?” you ask.

“We’re gonna stop it” Kol says.

“You can’t stop a prophecy, don’t you know that?” you say.

“What do we need to do to stop it?” Klaus asks his sister.

“I don’t know how to stop a prophecy…” she tells him.

“You can’t stop a prophecy” you repeat. “One often meet his destiny on the road he took to avoid it”

“Kung Fu Panda?” Hayley says, confused and you look at her, weird.

“Jean de La Fontaine” Elijah tells her, looking down on you and you laugh.

“Oh, right…I’ve been watching too many kid movies lately…”

“I might know someone who can help us” Freya says. “My mermaid friend I talked to you about this morning? Who better to talk to us about prophecies than a legendary creature?”

You sigh. “Really? Am I the only one who read Oedipus here? The best thing to do is to do nothing” you say.

“The worst thing to do is to do nothing” Klaus says. “What can she do for us” he asks his sister.

“She knows someone who has the sight. She might be able to tell us who the friend is and…you know…”

“Well, the family part is obviously Finn” you say.

“Obviously…” Kol sighs.

The next morning Freya takes you and Rebekah to the docks.

“Don’t tell me your friend lives around the docks” you ask.

“She doesn’t. I need the water to do the spell to call her” she tells you.

“Yes cause mermaids don’t have Iphones…” Rebekah sighs.

Freya throws something in the water, you didn’t ask what.

“What do we do now?” you ask.

“Now…we wait” she sighs.

“How long?” Rebekah asks her sister.

“It depends on where she was when I made the call”

“Seriously? We have to wait for her to swim her way here?”

“Well there is no metro under water” you laugh.

About half an hour later you see a blonde head coming from the water.

“Hey”

“She’s here, don’t scare her” she tells you “she’s afraid of vampires”

That’s right, I’m a vampire now…

Rebekah and you stay behind Freya.

“Marina? Thanks for coming”

“It’s been a while, Freya” the mermaid says, we could only see her head.

“I know. It’s good to see you again.”

“Where’s Dahlia?” she asks.

“She’s dead. You don’t need to be afraid.”

“Who are your friends?”

“This is my sister, Rebekah and my friend, Y/N.”

You smile at her and she swim back a little. “They’re vampires” she says, obviously scared.

“You can trust them. They’re not going to hurt you”

She looks at you for a while before she asks “What do you want, Freya?”

“I need your help. My family is in danger, I need the sight to tell me exactly what’s going to happen to them” Freya says.

The mermaid shakes her head “I don’t know where the descendants are” she says.

The descendants?

“It’s important, Marina, you owe me this” Freya insists.

The mermaid takes a deep breath. “I’ll see what I can do. What do you want to know, exactly?”

“It is said that my siblings will fall, one by friend, one by foe and one by family”

Marina frowns “You’re trying to stop a prophecy” she says. “It won’t be easy”

“I know” Freya says. “Tell the descendants I will owe them if they help me”

“The descendants will appreciate that” she says before she disappears in the water.

Rebekah sighs “A mermaid, seriously?”

When we get back to the French Quarter, Marcel was there. In a split second you’re by Elijah’s sides.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“Someone paid a visit to Marcel. A vampire named Aya. She’s a member of the Strix, she made him an offer.”

“What’s the Strix? What offer?”

“I created the Strix a long time ago” he tells me “My first sire, is now in charge of it. It’s the oldest society of vampires”

“Aya was your first sire?” you ask, a little jealous

“No, his name is Tristan. But I knew Aya back in the day” he tells you and you raise an eyebrow but say nothing, you know what is doing.

“We do agree that the presence of the Strix in New-Orleans, is highly suspicious” Rebekah says.

“Yes, it would be wise to kill them all” Klaus says and you sigh.

“Or you could just kill their leaders” you say and Elijah looks down on me. “No leaders, no society…”  say.

He sighs. You became more ruthless since you became a vampire. Killing didn’t bother you as much as it used too.

“We do not know if Tristan is here” Elijah says.

“Of course is here” Klaus yells “Don’t be stupid Elijah”

“Fine, you kill Lucien, and Elijah will kill Tristan” Kol says “And Freya will get me back to my old body”

“We can’t kill Lucien until we find the weapon that can kill you” you say. “You don’t mind if I kill Aya, do you?” you ask Elijah.

“She’s almost a thousand years older than you, you’re not nearly strong enough” he tells you.

“Well, I just need to take the magic from her daylight ring and she’s gone” you shrug. “Or I’ll just use fire”

He sighs. “Is this jealousy? Or is this something else?”

You look up at him “Jealousy, probably…You know my feelings are stronger now that I’m a vampire”

He chuckles. “You do not need to be jealous” he tells you.

“I know” you say and walk away.

You go to the kitchen and take a blood bag. You pour the red liquid in a glass and go the living room where you pick up a drawing you didn’t finish earlier.

“Are you sure you want to get back to your vampire body now? We could use a witch right now…” you hear Freya say.

“Yes. I’m not nearly as strong as you are, I want to get back to my body, the one I was born in” he says.

Freya sighs. “Fine! But we’ll need Davina and we need to go to the cemetery, and we need to do this now” she says and you hear them leave.

You hear someone else enter a few minutes later but you don’t look up from your notebook. You know it’s Elijah even before he starts talking.

“I’m leaving with Marcel to meet Aya.”

That’s when you look up. “Want me to come with you?” you smile at him.

He chuckles “No. We need her alive to get information from her” he tells you and you watch him leave.

You’re joined by Hayley, Hope and Jackson. They sit in the couch across from you.

“Don’t you have a house of your own?” you ask.

“You can just tell us if we’re bothering you” Hayley says.

You sigh “I’m sorry…I’m in a mood…”

“You’re jealous. It’s increased because you’re a vampire” she tells you.

“Thanks, I didn’t know that” you spat at her and sigh again. “I’m sorry” you shake your head.

Elijah comes back with Marcel in the end of the afternoon. You were playing with Hope, Hayley thought it’ll calm me down and it did.

“Well, Tristan is definitely in New-Orleans” Elijah says. He had blood on his hands.

“Is that his blood?” you ask.

“No, Aya’s” he smiles at you “And, no I didn’t kill her” he tells you. You roll your eyes before you give your attention back to Hope.

Elijah washes the blood off his hands and comes sit next to you. He kisses your temple and you smile but you don’t look up at him which he doesn’t like so he kisses you down your cheek, your neck, your shoulder.

“Hey, get a room you two” Hayley says, picking up Hope from the floor.

“It’s nothing” you say. “She was more focus on the turtle anyway”

She doesn’t answer and leaves the room with Jackson.

“See what you’ve done?” you turn to look at him and he smiles before he kisses you. You giggle and kiss him back, sliding your finger in his hair. You move so you’re straddling him and pushes his back to the floor.

“Get a room you two” you hear Kol, in his old voice, say. You look up, and get up, vampire speed, leaving Elijah on the floor, disappointed.

“You’re back” you say “I mean, your old you” you wave your hands awkwardly.

“I am, love, admit it, you missed me, I’m hotter than your boyfriend” he says and you frown.

“Oh, you’re competing with your big brother, how cute” you mock him and Elijah chuckles.

“Oh come on, love, you know I’m right”

“Uh, I don’t think so” you shake your hand and laugh.

“Give up, brother, she obviously has better taste than you thought she did” Elijah says, putting his hands on your waist, pulling you against him.

“Whatever” he sighs. “I thought you would like to know that Finn wasn’t going to be a problem anymore” he says.

“What?”

“Yes, he showed up trying to stop Davina from bringing me back but Freya was obviously the stronger one in the room” he says before he steps out of the room.

Halloween was close. We still hadn’t heard from Marina but Freya said it was going to take some time before she could have answers from the descendants.

“Hey, who are the descendants, by the way?” I asked her, one afternoon, in the living room.

“They’re like those 8 powerful mermaids controlling each one element. They inherited the sight.”

“What is the sight?”

“Nobody knows. All I know is that you ask the descendants a question and they will tell you the truth. The sight gives them the answer.”

“I think there’s a story like that in my grimoire…” you thought back to when you were alone with Elijah, before you came back to Mystic Falls. It was a calmer time.

The day after that, you were in the courtyard when a vampire you didn’t know dropped by to give an invite to some ball for Halloween tonight. You took the one addressed to Elijah and went to the living room to give it to him.

“Hey, you’re invited to a ball “I do hope that you can come, old chump, signed Tristan”” you tell him what was written on the card. “Some random vampire dropped this off.”

He closes the book he was reading and gets up, he takes the invite from you to look at it.

“You’re going to need a dress and a mask” he tells you.

“That’s how you ask me to be your date?” you raise an eyebrow. “How romantic” you sigh.

“My apologies” he says and you smile at him before you kiss him. You left the room to join Freya in the study. She was doing yoga. You were sitting on the couch next to her, you were gossiping when Klaus came in and interrupted you.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“I live here” she says.

“Yes, obviously” he sighs “I just hadn’t realized you were back from…wherever it is you go to when you leave. Perhaps I was thrown off by the lack of strange gentleman callers perusing the contents of my refrigerator this morning”

You see Freya smile, amused. “Your concern for my whereabouts is touching.”

You chuckle.

“I simply want to know who is here at any given moment. I hardly think that’s too much to ask” he says.

“Well, as long as we’re taking attendance…” Hayley says, entering the room with Elijah.

“Oh, good. It’s my not-so-loving elder brother and my former one night stand. What a nice, normal family gathering.” Klaus says and you laugh.

“Something I said, love?” you keep laughing.

“This family is hilarious” you say and Freya laughs with you.

“Elijah was just catching me up on how you have no clue which one of your long-lost buddies you can trust and which one is trying to kill you.” Hayley says.

“Well, clearly what this situation needs is more opinions.” Klaus says.

“You still have no clue on how to stop this prophecy” Hayley says.

“The witch claims her visions are constantly evolving so we might know how to stop it before we hear back from your little fish friend” Klaus says.

“Cause we’re trusting Lucien, now?” you ask.

“No, you know me, love, I don’t trust anyone”

Night came and Elijah and you were at the ball with Hayley. Everybody was staring at you.

“Why are they all staring at you?” you ask him.

“I’m kind of a big deal around here” he answers.

“They’re all part of your sire line?” Hayley asks.

“Most of them, tragically, yes” he sighs “You see, I wanted to assemble minds, curious about the world and eager to improve it…along with time and circumstance to do so. My desire was to create an elite brotherhood devoted to a new, better civilization. It was naïve…Eventually, I was forced to abandon them once I realized I’d cultivated a legion of egomaniacal sociopaths”

You chuckle “Great, we’re among at least a hundred of those egomaniacal sociopaths” you say then you frown “Was Kol invited?” you ask.

“I don’t think so” he sighs. “He brought Rebekah here… Come” he takes your hand and takes you dancing.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him.

“I don’t want to deal with my brother, right now” he simply says.

“Marcel is here” you say, surprised. “Who is he talking to?” you ask.

“That…is Aya” he says.

“Really?” you raise an eyebrow. “She’s pretty” you say.

“Jealous again?” he asks and you don’t answer.

“He seems surprised to see us here” you say.

“Yes, I should’ve known. This isn’t a party, it’s an initiation.”

“That doesn’t sound good” you sigh.

The room goes silent and you see a man enter the room.

“Distinguished friends, welcome” he starts “It’s so rare that we’re able to come together like this to revel for one night in the company of true equals.”

You raise an eyebrow “Is he serious?” you whisper to Elijah.

“Yes, he is the leader of the egomaniacal-sociopaths. This is Tristan” he tells you and you try not to laugh to loud.

“Now, I’d like to take a moment to welcome a very special guest… Mr. Marcel Gerard.”

People start applauding.

“Of course, before we tell Marcel all of our secrets, there’s one small piece of business to which we must first attend.”

Marcel looks confused, and so are you.

“We must determine his worth.” Tristan says.

Seriously, who does he think he is?

Marcel chuckles “That’s funny. I seem to recall you being the one knocking on my door”

Tristan smiles at that “You’ll notice, Mr. Gerard, that over the course of the evening, someone has managed to take something quite dear to you… Your daylight ring.”

Marcel looks at his hand and notices it was true.

“What the hell is going on?” you ask but Elijah doesn’t answer.

“The test is quite simple. First, you need to deduce the identity of the thief. Then you are simply to take back what is yours…” Tristan says and Marcel starts looking around “Although I doubt the prize will be easily relinquished. After all, despite our refinement, we’re still a rather violent bunch.”

You’re getting nervous for Marcel. This wasn’t going to end well.

“In victory, you become one of us. In failure you meet your death… You have a few hours until dawn. I wish you the best of luck” the sociopath says, smiling.

Marcel looks up at Elijah for a second before looking around.

“Elijah, you’re not going to let him die?” you ask. “These vampires are ancient. How is Marcel supposed to beat one of them?” you ask.

“With guile, courage, perhaps a bit of trickery.” Tristan answers the question that wasn’t meant for him. “Admittedly, it’s a long shot, but then sometimes the new candidates surprise us” he says. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tristan de Martel, and you must be Y/N Y/L/N, I heard you got engaged to my sire recently, congratulations” he smiles at you but you don’t smile back. Elijah takes your hand and Tristan smile at that, like he knew Elijah thought he was a threat to you. He turns to Hayley “And you must be the famous Hayley Marshall Kenner, Alpha to the Crescent wolves” he says, taking her hand and kiss the back of it. She removes her hand quickly from his. “The pleasure’s all mine, I see” he chuckles. “Elijah, when I sent your invitation, I didn’t think you’d come. Tell me, as our fonder and patriarch, what do you make of our latest candidate?”

Elijah smiles “Well, let me see, Marcel…He’s arrogant. He’s stubborn, prone to self-aggrandizement… He shout fit in perfectly” he says and you chuckle to your fiancé’s sense of humor.

“If he survives” Tristan says and you shot him a look he notices “I take it he’s a friend of yours” he says, looking at you then at Hayley.

“We’re friends” she says. “And even if we weren’t I don’t much like bullies” she says.

“A bully?” he’s surprised she just called him that “My dear, you barely know me. Allow me to remedy that and, in so doing, I can explain our methods” he says, holding a hand to her that she doesn’t take. “Please, just one dance”

She finishes her champagne and looks at you and you nod to silently tell her you’ll keep your eyes on her and you’d intervene if needed be.

You stay by the bar, close to Elijah. Marcel is just in front of you. “I could have warn you’ Elijah says to Marcel, handing him a glass of champagne.

“Look, I didn’t tell you I was coming because…”

“I wouldn’t have allowed it” Elijah cuts him off. You were listening to them but you were still watching Hayley and Tristan dance.

“Yeah, there’s that word, “allowed”. You know I thought I earned the right to be considered an equal, but that’s not the way it works in your family, so it’s time I consider my options. If nothing else, the Strix aren’t interested in me as a sidekick.”

“This options, as you describe them, are a death sentence” Elijah cuts him off again. “I suppose I shall have to intervene, Y/N asked me not to let you die” he sighs and you turn to look at Marcel who seemed surprised “You’re welcome” you tell him before getting your eyes back on Hayley. “It is a shame I expect it shall ruin my tuxedo” he finishes and you chuckle. “I have had this suit for over a hundred years. It’s proven far more reliable than you, Marcellus.”

You smile at that.

“Relax, all right. I got this under control.”

“Do you?” Elijah asks.

“I hope so. That is a nice jacket” he says before walking away towards Aya, who was looking at you. You looked down on her ring and you see her remove it fast and throw it on the ground from pain. You smile at her and she looked at you confused. Marcel turned to look at you before he takes her arm and walk away.

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you?” you hear Elijah asks you, putting his hands on your waist.

“Now I know this isn’t her daylight ring” you tell him and he chuckles.

“Can you hear what they’re talking about?” you ask him, eyeing Hayley and Tristan who were still dancing.

He was about to answer when you heard someone bark loud.

“My God it’s a room full of Elijah’s”

“I had the same nightmare once” Klaus says.

“Is that Lucien?” you ask.

“Yes, it looks like my brother is having fun tonight…” he sighs. Both of them are obviously drunk.

One of the girls they were with was a witch. You recognized Freya’s magic.

“And your sister too” you whisper and he looks down at you when you point at the girl with the purple hair who was leaving the room.

“Tristan? Tristan!” Lucien shout the name.

You sigh. “What is he doing?”

“I believe it’s called a distraction” he whispers.

Tristan tries to make them go, politely but Klaus is determined to make a scene.

“Niklaus!” Elijah calls his brother’s name.

“What is it?” Klaus turns around.

“You’re hammered” Elijah says to his brother and he laughs. “Which should come as very little surprise to anyone here, but it does hamper the festivities somewhat, so could I recommend that you find the nearest exit and…and could you take your playthings with you, too?”

You smile, trying not to laugh at Klaus’s fake drunk state. He gives his glass to Elijah, laughing before walking around.

“Hey there, Y/N” he says, looking at you.

“Klaus, you’re having fun” you smile at him.

“You look stunning, by the way, has my brother told you that tonight?”

“He has” you say “So did Freya” you tell him you know what he’s doing and he smiles at you and winks.

“You know, I used to find it insulting that I was barred from your special, little club, but now I realize I lack the flexibility to become a member. I could never get my head far enough up my own ass”

You try not laugh and Elijah looks down at you. You take his arm and get closer to him.

“Come on, let’s go. This party is dead anyway.” Klaus laughs before he leaves with Lucien.

“I’m going to find Freya” you tiptoe to whisper and kiss his cheek.

“Be careful” he tells you and you nod.

You follow her magic and you enter a room where you see her fight with another woman.

“Y/N, a little help here!” she shouts at you and you wave your hand so the other one flies and bangs against the ceiling then against the wall before falling on the ground, knocked out.

“What the hell?” you ask.

“She’s Lucien’s witch. She said she knows what’s going to happen to them. She said she saw Klaus die.”

You helped her carry the witch back home where you meet with Klaus, disappointed by Marcel.

“We cannot tell friends from foe and what are you doing? You’re pledging a fraternity run by those conspiring against us!” Klaus shouts at Marcel.

“My interest in the Strix is because of you” Marcel says. “I don’t get to choose sides. Whoever comes for you comes for me. That’s all I need to know.”

They’re interrupted by Freya. “She’s awake.”

“Yes, whoever comes for me may very well come for you…” Klaus says before giving his blood to heal Marcel. Hayley had bitten him so he would win the Strix’ test tonight. Which he did. “But they may also come though you, Marcellus. Remember that.” Klaus says before stepping out of the room.

You were in the courtyard, waiting for the witch to tell you what she knew.

“I’m sorry” she tells Lucien. “I hoped I was wrong, Lucien…I really did…But I saw it…” she turns to look at Klaus “I saw him die”

“Did you see the weapon?” Lucien asks. She nods “What is it?”

“To understand, it must be seen” she says. She holds her wrist to Hayley for her to drink her blood and Elijah takes her other wrist.

“Something’s wrong” Elijah says as they throw up the blood they just drank.

“Poison” Hayley says before the witch dies.

“What just happened?” you ask.

“Someone poisoned her!” Lucien yells, angry before he leaves.

It was dawn and Elijah decided to go talk to Tristan about what just happened. To see what he had to say about Lucien.

You were exhausted, it has been a long night. You decided to take a shower and to change into something more comfortable.

“My shirts always suit you better” you hear Elijah say. You look up and see him smiling in the corner of the door. You smile back and take a few steps, you put your hands on the back of his neck.

“You think so?”

“Mmhmh” he mumbles before he leans to kiss you and takes his shirt off you.

Setting the World on Fire

Based on this.

A/N: I can’t get enough Sam fluff. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it! 

*not my gifs throughout

Originally posted by rosworms

Hunting with Sam and Dean was your life now. You’d fallen into it after your Aunt Ellen and cousin Jo died. They had introduced you to the brothers a few months before they passed, explaining the secret lifestyle to you as easily as they knew how. Sam caught your eye the minute you met him. You were lucky enough to have started a relationship with him, against Dean’s will. You’d been together for just over three years, living together at the bunker for the most recent one.

You and Sam had finally gotten away from Dean for a few days. He was at the bunker laid up in bed with the flu and you used a “simple salt and burn” case to steal an entire weekend with your boyfriend. The case was easy enough - just like you’d expected. It took you less than a day to handle the ghost. The rest of the weekend was yours to enjoy.

“When was the last time we had time to relax? A vacation.” You smiled at Sam from the passenger seat of his brother’s car.

“Uh, never.” He laughed and his dimples instantly made your heartbeat accelerate, even after all this time.

“Promise me you’ll enjoy yourself.” You placed a hand on his forearm before sliding closer to him.

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Sunburn prompt, or something

So I saw this prompt and decided to write it instead of doing literally any one of the thousand and one things I actually need to do *ignores responsibilities harder* Hope you like it! (Note: Modern AU)

fire cannot kill a dragon (but maybe this is worse than death)

“Pay up,” Sokka murmurs to Toph, but not quietly enough - Katara whips around, eyebrow arched sharply in a way that she’s learned from Zuko (not that she knows that, of course.)

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i really need someone to do a voice over of a parody of the salt and pepper diner standup but with stan. just pretend tom jones’ whats new pussycat was a thing in the 60s because it sounds like it would be
so it would go as the following:

“I want to tell you one story. Uh, this was the best meal I’ve ever had in my life, alright? This happened when I was eleven years old in Glass Shard Beach, NJ where I grew up. And it took place at a little restaurant called the Salt & Pepper Diner, which was a family restaurant downtown. Yes, yes you know the Salt & Pepper Diner? It’s a wonderful family restaurant near the Seaside Heights area, which means that it caters mainly ta doowop puppy-love teenagers and homeless schizophrenics.

Now, I go in to this place one day when I’m eleven with my brother Stanford. Now, I should say that his name is also Stan. I’m not callin’ myself my own brother. It’s a seperate human being.

We walk into the Salt & Pepper Diner one day, and they had a jukebox there, alright? And the jukebox was three plays for a dollar. So we put in seven dollars, and selected 21 plays of Tom Jones’ ‘What’s New Pussycat’.
And then we ordered… and waited.

Here’s the thing about when What’s New Pussycat plays over and over and over and over and over again: The second time it plays, your immediate thought is not, “Hey someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again,”
It’s, “Hey… What’s New Pussycat is a lot longer than I first thought.”

And it has like, a dip in the middle. Y'know how some songs have a dip like Guns N’ Roses’ ‘November Rain’? You’re like, “Hey! November Rain is over!”
No it’s not.
There’s more.

The third time it plays you’re thinkin’ okay, maybe someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again.
The fourth time it plays, you’re thinkin’ “WOAH. Someone just played WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT FOUR TIMES. Or at least, someone played it twice, and it’s a really long song.”

So, the fifth time’s the kicker.

Now we’re watchin’ the entire diner at this point. Most people have gotten wind as to what’s goin’ on. And we’re starin’ at this one guy and he’s sittin’ in his booth, and his hand is shaking while his stupid kids jump around and like, he’s been on to us since the beginning.

And he’s starin’ at his coffee cup like this and he has this look on his face like he just got his 30-day chip from anger management.

And he’s sitting like this, and the fourth play fades out…

It’s dead quiet…

And then, I don’t know if you know this, but the song begins… very suddenly,
BWAAAAAAAAA BWAAAAAMP WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT” and the guy goes “GOD DAMN IT” and pounds on the table, and silverware flies everywhere, and it was faaantastic.

But a word about my brother Ford, and what a genius he was.
Because when we were first up at the jukebox, and we were punchin’ in the What’s New Pussycats, alright?
I punched in about seven, and then Ford says to me, “Hey hey hey, wait. Before we drop in another What’s New Pussycat, let’s put in one It’s Not Unusual.”
And THAT is when the afternoon went from good to great!

After SEVEN What’s New Pussycats, in a ROW, suddenly… 🎶Dum tss da dum tss, dum da da da da da tss,🎶
🎶It’s not unusual🎶

And the SIGH OF RELIEF that SWEPT through the diner, people were ecstatic.
It was like the liberation of France!

Y'know for years scientists have wondered, can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’ ‘It’s Not Unusual’? And the answer is, yes. You can. As long as it is preceded by seven What’s New Pussycats.

And on the other hand… when we went back…

Holy shit.

It’s Not Unusual fades out…

It’s dead quiet…

BWAAAAAAAAA BWAAAAAMP WHAT’S NEW PUSSY CAT
People went fucking insane. No one could handle it. NO ONE could handle it!

And they were surrounded by this seemingly indifferent staff y'know that was just like, “Yep. Same shit as always!”

My only wish is that one of the schizophrenics had stood up and been like, “Now you know. Now you know what it’s like to live in my brain.”

They unplugged the jukebox after eleven plays. And THAT was the best meal I’ve ever had.”

“I will give you a flower for every tear you’ve shed.” Loki whispered, eyes searching your face desperately.
You shut your eyes hard, turning your face from him. “After your death? Your second death?” You breathed out heavily, swallowing hard. “It would take a thousand gardens.”
Loki nodded, tears rolling freely down his cheeks, “I’m so sorry.” He whispered finally.
You heard movement and opened your eyes, looking back at him. Some part of you worried he was gone, that even though he managed to return from the dead again, that it was really just an illusion, a trick of your mind. Instead Loki knelt before you, looking up at you, desperate for any sign of warmth. “To have to lie to you, it killed me.”
“What would you know of dying?” You spat angrily, “save for faking it? I wanted to die each day to be with you, to know you weren’t alone in whatever place you went to, but I couldn’t do that, not for everyone around me, not for myself.”
Loki shook his head horrified, mouth dropping open.
“I was devastated when I lost you, I didn’t know how to continue, but I forced myself to, because that’s what we do, we fight. Then my happiness, oh how joyful, like all the heavens opened up and color filled the world again. Then you’re thrown into the prisons never to be seen again? But at least you were alive, anything was better than dead again.” You paused, the words had come tumbling out. “Then Thor, that oaf, promises the one thing you love above all else. Revenge, for an ill conceived suicide mission. And suicide it was, for you died again. Losing you once? That was hell, but to remember hope and joy just to lose it all again so quickly?” You fell silent, crossing your arms, unable to stop your tears.
Loki slowly stood, “I deserve your rage for the pain you’ve endured, but never think for a moment that I wished to hurt you.”
“Yes, well you did.”
Loki’s eyes flashed angrily, “and what of the hell I went through? Do you think that it was some vacation from the idiocy of Asgard’s ruling family? Do you think the mad Titan, who took me into his grip and flayed me raw did so just out of the kindness of his heart?” Loki laughed madly, a hollow barking sound. “You, my hope and light, the last traces of it drained from my being as I was moulded into a weapon and set on Midgard. My own brother couldn’t see the madness I had been warped into. Then once more on Asgard, my hopes returned that I might see you, look upon your face, perhaps hold you in my arms, and I was exiled to the dungeons for the rest of my cursedly long life. I was denied the right to see my own mother’s funeral, my imprisonment was too important. So yes, when the opportunity to avenge her death, to have a moment’s freedom from the hell of solitude Odin,” Loki spat the name angrily, “placed me, I jumped at it. Anything to be free from the torment of reliving the hell I endured. And yes, I died, I sacrificed my life to save Thor, because he promised me an eternity back in that cell if I lived, but I returned, by no small miracle and this was my first opportunity to tell you. So while I apologize for the pain you have endured, truly, I am sorry, but it has been through no choice of my own!” Loki roared the last bit, growing angrier and more desperate as he spoke.
You shrank back, face softening, a figurative knife stabbing through your heart with each word. “Loki…” You whispered sadly, slowly and hesitantly reaching out to him.
Loki hung his head weakly, tears rolling off his cheeks and falling to the floor.
You stepped forward, stroking his cheek, cupping it and angling his face up towards you. “My love, Loki, I am so sorry.” You murmured, trailing off.
Loki held your hand in place, eyes fluttering at the warm and familiar touch. “I am sorry too, my love.”
“It’s alright, I had not stopped to consider your side.”
“You matter more, I just…” he hesitated, green eyes finally opening to look at you, “I need you to understand. It has been hell, these last few years. You are my support, my rock, and to not have you by my side for so long, to be so alone.”
You pulled him forward, hugging him as tightly as you could before pulling back to kiss him. The kiss was wet, both your faces stained with tears, but Loki held you like a drowning man, kissing you desperately. The two of you finally pulled back, arms still wrapped around each other, not wanting to be any further apart than you had to be.
“I love you so much.” You whispered.
“I love you so much,” Loki repeated. “Each tear of yours is a knife in my heart.”
“Then let us replace each tear with a kiss, I have no want for a garden so long as I have you. I have no want for anything, just you, always you.”
Loki smiled, “you were wrong you know. More than anything, more than revenge, I love you.”