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bts scenario: you can’t swim

hey guys, recently i’ve been feeling more depressed lately so i’m sorry that i haven’t been as active. if anyone wants to be friends and talk just message me. hope you enjoy! xx

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jin: jin’s arms wrapped around your middle as he hoisted you up. you began kicking your legs, trying to get out of his grip. “jin!” you yelled. jin merely laughed, thinking you were just joking and threw you into the water. your legs kicked widely but you were unable to keep your head above the water. what seemed like minutes later, arms were pulling you out of the water with voices shouting around you. “baby!” jin was holding you close to his chest, promising you, “never again.” soft kisses were placed on your head. 

Originally posted by ksjknj

yoongi: “one, two, three,” yoongi swung you back and forth in his arms as you screamed and tried to get out his arms. water flowed into your mouth as you tried to scream as you hit the water. you began to cough, but because you were underwater, more water just seemed to enter. your hands scrambled to grab onto something stable but stayed empty. a hand was wrapped around your arm and hoisted you from the water, you began to cough out the water. “baby?” a soft voice asked from above you. yoongi looked down at you with sad eyes, holding you close and apologizing. 

Originally posted by yoonmin

hoseok: hands scrambled to find purchase on the side of the pool as your eyes burned from the chlorine. “hoseok!” you shouted as panic took over your body, you were going to drown. you felt as splash was felt close to your body and you felt a body press against your back. “it’s okay,” the voice grabbed you and pulled you to the edge of the pool. labored breaths left your throat as you still felt slightly panicked, “hoseo-” a cough left your throat, cutting off your sentence. “hush, baby, just breathe.” strong hands held you tight as your breathing slowed and slowed. 

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namjoon: your feet dangled in the water as you splashed lightly. “gotcha!” hands pushed at your back, throwing you into the deep end of the pool. screaming, you desperately kicked your legs and arms to keep you above water. “y/n!” you heard namjoon’s voice call as you kept yourself above water. namjoon pulled you into his arms and out of the water, setting you down on a dry towel. “i’m so sorry…” you heard taehyung say from next to you. shaking your head, you coughed once more and held tightly onto namjoon’s hands, him placing kisses on your neck and shoulders. 

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jimin: jimin was holding his arms out, prompting you to jump into them. you shook your head, “i’m good here.” jimin asked a few more times, and you eventually gave in, pushing yourself off of the ledge. unbeknownst to you, jungkook had jumped onto jimin’s back, pushing him away from catching you. your head immediately plunged under the water, promoting you to thrash around wildly. hands wrapped around your forearm and helped to hoist you out of the water, laying you down. “it’s okay, baby, just breathe for me,” jimin stood above you, holding you close to him, promising it would be okay.

Originally posted by minblush

taehyung: taehyung had his hands placed on your hips as he kissed your lips softly, smiling into the kiss. hands suddenly pushed at your back, pushing both you and taehyung into the water. your hands gripped his arms tightly as you tried to stop yourself from going under the water. “tae!” you yelled as you felt yourself getting deeper. his arms pulled you close to his body, keeping you above the water. “it’s alright,” taehyung whispered soothingly in your ear as you shook in his arms, “i’ve got you.” your shaking hands held onto his shoulders as he placed you down on a chair, giving you soft kisses of comfort. 

Originally posted by jjks

jungkook: one second you were laughing at the side of the pool, and the next you were in the pool, eyes burning from salt while trying to keep yourself from going under. water filled your mouth as you scrambled and tried to yell for help. your legs kicked something that was moving and then arms wrapped around your waist. a soft voice was heard in your ear, “you’re okay. we’re out of the water,” it was jungkook, “you’re alright.” a tear left your eye as you looked up at jungkook. immediately, jungkook pulled you into his arms, rocking you back and forth. “it’s okay. i promise you. i would never let anything hurt you.” 

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missing keith au pt 1

based of @matthewholts art and au where keith’s missing and all lance has left are tapes (oof i jump right into the angst so…here we go…)

  • keith goes missing the night after they share their first kiss and lance wakes up from their his sleep and reaches out for keith’s hand only to find the other half of his bed cold and empty.
  • the night before, he and keith were on the couch, both absentmindedly watching some kind of documentary, knees touching and keith’s head on his shoulder, the closest they’d been in weeks.
    • lately keith had been quiet, flinching, secretive. staying out late, talking on the phone in hushed tones, he was becoming distant and it reminded lance so much of when they first met that he wanted to cry. ask keith what went wrong.
    • he’d come home tired, pale, and toward the last couple of weeks before his disappearance, covered in dirt and bruises. once, lance tried to ask about what was going on as he helped keep a tissue to keith’s bleeding nose, but keith snapped at him. it wasn’t his business he said. but as he watched keith limp out of the room and slam his door, he wished it was.
  • keith broke the calm that settled over them with a shuddering breath and a few words mumbled into lance’s shoulder
    • “i can’t hear you when you stuff ur face into my shirt” lance softly laughed and keith turned his face to look up at lance and repeated himself
    • “im sorry” he said, and took lance’s hands in his (lance was almost positive that keith can feel his racing heartbeat throb on his fingertips that are now pressed against the back of keith’s hand, but if he does he doesn’t say anything)
    • “what for?” lance asked, but he already knew. he just didn’t want to push to hard, didn’t want keith to close himself off again. he didn’t know if he could handle it
    • keith nestled himself back into lance’s side and his grip on his hands tightened 
    • “for nothing. everything. i’m not a hundred percent sure but especially for this” he says as he brings his lips to lance’s, breath escaping both of them at the same time as everything around them falls into place
  • they kiss softly and sweetly as the video is still playing on the tv, and when lance pulls away, he says “i’m not sorry for that” before pulling keith in for another one
  • when he wakes up alone, he understands why keith was apologizing, remembers drifting off to sleep with fingers in his hair and keith’s raspy voice tickling the shell of his ear
  • “you will be”
Kids In Love

Warnings: language, unprotected sex, blowjob, bad writing
Note: yikes please please please tell me how this is (ps.this is for @sebashtiansatan)
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Taking a deep breath, Y/N looks at herself  in the mirror in the room she shared with Bucky. He was coming home from a month long mission, the longest they’ve been away from each other and she had thought that a little ‘celebration’ was in order.

“The team is set to arrive in two minutes,” FRIDAY’s voice rang out through the empty room. The suddenness of the announcement caused Y/N to slightly jump, that’s what she chalked it up to because she didn’t want to admit her nerves were getting the best of her.

“Thank you,” Y/N responds. She twirls around once more and smiles, Bucky was definitely going to enjoy this homecoming.

“Let’s do this,” she mumbles as she sat at her desk, acting as if she was busy. Y/N hears the front door of the apartment open and close, her heart starts to beat faster as she hears the heavy footsteps belonging to Bucky walk towards the room. The silence that follows was deafening as she knew Bucky was standing by the door, leaning against the frame. She could feel him staring holes into her back. Y/N stands up and wipes the smirk off her face and moves around pretending not to notice Bucky.

“So you missed me?” Bucky says suddenly. Y/N gasps as she turned around, it was supposed to be fake but nothing could prepare her for the sight in front of her. Bucky was still wearing his combat uniform, making him look hotter and more intimidating.

“Cause I missed you,” Bucky says as he pushes himself off the frame and walks towards the girl who was now standing by the bed.

“Uh-huh, I missed you too,” Y/N breathes out.

“Got pretty lonely.” Bucky’s lips curled up into a small grin as he notices the effect he has on her.

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Fight and Flight

Nesta Archeron was always envious of the Illyrian males who soared through the sky. Without any training, she had remained land-bound with a useless pair of wings for years. However, all that changes when a new bastard arrives. A new era of females form as the Archeron’s train to be more than what their camp tries to restrict to.

A/N: This is a prologue of what is going to be a longer fic. The story will follow what could have happened if all the Archeron sisters were born Illyrian in the same camp as Cassian, Rhys and Azriel. 

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A small boy, who appeared around Nesta Archeron’s age, was dragged between two older men to the middle of the camp. The boy’s wings awkwardly curled around his body, clearly never having been flown on themselves despite his age. Unceremoniously, the men deposited the boy on the ground.

“We are here to see Lord Devlon,” called a larger of the two men.

Every warrior stopped their training at the request. The chink of weapons halted, the beating of wings ceased, and slowly, aerial units landed on the ground. Even women stopped their ministrations. Besides the High Lord, no one came to their camp unannounced.

Devlon weaved his way through people as if they were water, stopping before the boy. “What is this?”

Everything about the child screamed malnourished. He couldn’t even raise his head to look at the Lord.

“This here is our father’s bastard. We don’t have use for him any longer,” the same brother proclaimed, chuckling as he did.

At the word bastard, many in the camp returned to their training, dismissing him  like any other child out of wedlock.

“What makes you think we want him? Just leave him at your camp,” Devlon replied, eyeing the kid with outward disgust.

The two scoffed. “Mother got angry at the manifestation of her Lord’s infidelity, and your camp’s the close—“

“We’ll keep him,” Devlon suddenly interrupted, his eyes alight with mischief, “Will that be all?”

The pair nodded before flying away, seemingly relieved to be rid of the boy.

Devlon crouched to his hands and knees in front of the child, whispering words in his ear. Nesta creeped closer to decipher what caused him to shake so violently.

“…know what you are?”

The boy shook even more.

“You’re going to bring me into such good graces with the High Lord. I cannot believe those idiots just dropped you here on my doorstep. A real-life sha—“

A sharp tug on Nesta’s braid snapped her head back. A dirty hand covered her mouth.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A voice hissed in her ear.

Nesta knew. It belonged to the strongest, luckiest bastard to graze an Illyrian camp. As she turned her head, she caught the shocking violet eyes of the Heir of the Night Court. The two strongest males her age had her by the balls and could punish her without mercy. No excuse she could muster would hold in any trial, not that there’d be one.

She ripped the hand from her mouth. “I’m just taking a break. You ever heard of one of those? 


Hazel brown eyes just stared back at her. “You ripped my hand away.”

“I couldn’t answer your question with your grimy hands covering my mouth. Speaking of, why aren’t you two training?”

She more directed it at the bastard, for the Heir was still watching Devlon.

“I think we’re all hiding here for the same reason. We want to know why Devlon’s shitting his pants over that new bastard.”

“Shut up,” the Heir hissed, “I can’t hear.”

Both Nesta and her captor grew quiet. Since she was dragged back, Nesta could no longer hear Delon’s words, but she could see a small dark shape curl around the boy.

“What is that?” She asked, “It looks like the High Lord’s magic.”

“I can guarantee you that it’s not,” the Heir explained, “I have the same magic as my father, and it doesn’t look that wispy. I’m pretty sure that Devlon said something about a ‘Shadowsinger’ but—“

Nesta gasped.

“You know what that is?” The bastard asked.

“You don’t, bastard?” Nesta quipped.

“First, call me Cassian. Secon—“

“Call me Rhys,” the Heir called.

They were insane, making introductions as if they’d ever talk to one another again.

“Right, call him Rhys. Second, no I don’t know what a ‘shadowsinger’ is, and I don’t think Rhys does either.”

Distantly, Nesta thought she heard her name. “A shadowsinger,” she began, “is a person who… speaks with the wisps around him. Those are shadows around him, and it’s where the name comes from. They can tell him stuff. I feel like you should know this.” She gestured towards Rhys.

“I’m an heir, not a scholar.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “As if you don’t have more education than everyone else in this camp combined.”

“Nesta!” She turned her head at her youngest sister’s call.

“I take it you’re Nesta,” Cassian supplied.

She shot him a seething glare before turning on her heel to find her sister.


By nightfall, the newcomer had already been absorbed into the High Lord’s Family’s home for wayward, yet outstanding bastards.

Nesta despised his treatment.

Despite his curling wisps, there was nothing special about him. Where his fellow competitors were taut and lean, he was soft and small. Even she could hold her wings off the ground. She could probably take hime in a fight too.

When she walked away after her strange interaction, she could distantly hear the boys discussing what they would do to the pathetic thing.

All Nesta could focus on, though, was the fact that that boy needed to learn how to fly. And so did she.

Lying on their shared mattress, Nesta waited until her sisters’s breathing evened-out before stealthy sliding out from under the sheets. Quietly, she laced up her boots and threw a cloak over her nightgown before prying the door to their room open.

“Nesta,” her youngest sister, Feyre, whispered, “Where are you going?”

“The bathroom,” Nesta lied.

Feyre cocked her head. “Then why are you dressed to go outside?”

Nesta sighed. “I need to speak with some people.”

“Who? Are you accounted for?”

What a nice way to say that a  girl was already chained to a man. Nesta shook her head. Throughout the years, Nesta tried enforcing on her sisters a wings-up rule. Elain couldn’t care less about what her wings did, dutifully accepting her inevitable clipping already at the age of seven. While Feyre took to the idea better than Nesta did. It was this small act that prompted Nesta to speak her next words, carefully.

“Do you think it’s fair that the only people who get to fly are males and the High Lord’s mate?”

Feyre stared.

“I want some people to teach me. And maybe I will lose them, my wings, but I want to know what it’s like. Just once.”

Instead of saying anything, Feyre crawled out of bed and joined Nesta. “I’ve always wanted to learn too.  Do you really think someone is willing to teach us?”

“They’ll probably say no. If we can even talk with them. But they’re also the only people who might say yes.”

Feyre nodded and followed Nesta out the door.

Together, they huddled close, arm in arm. They passed rows of makeshift tents filled with sleeping bastards, empty fighting rings, and avoided any small bonfires. Their path curved through the camp, clinging to the shadows and obscuring their final destination until it became obvious where they were going.

Feyre froze. “Are you going to ask the High Lord’s family to teach us how to fly?”

Nesta set her chin. “Yes. They practically adopted that Shadowsinger today, and he’s going to need to learn how to fly sooner or later. May as well adopt us too.”

Feyre remained where she stood.

“Feyre. I will leave you here staring if you don’t follow me up those stairs.”

Feyre’s feet shuffled slightly towards the house as Nesta strutted straight to the door.

All of the lights were off in the house, and Nesta desperately hoped that the boys from earlier would open the door.

She knocked twice.

When the door swung open, the High Lord’s ethereal mate stood there. Her raven’s black hair spilled down her back in loose waves, and her eyes marketed a slightly diluted hue that matched her son’s. Even her midnight blue nightgown was extravagant, draping around her body, rather than hanging like a sheet. Her eyes pierced through the sisters standing on the doorstep.

“May I help you?” She asked in a regal manner.

“I wish to speak with Cassian and Rhys,” Nesta stated.

The woman arched a brow. “Can I ask why you wish to see my son and his friend in the middle in the night?”

“It’s personal,” Nesta responded quickly.

The lady scanned the two girls, her eyes lingering on their wings behind them. Something in her expression changed when she gazed at them. “It would be much easier if I just sent them away,” she muttered quietly to herself, then louder, “Follow me.”

The girls were led to a small, comfortable living room as the Lady of the Night Court padded her way up the stairs. Despite the house being fairly ramshackle, their home had steps. That led to another floor. Nesta’s jaw dropped slightly at the thought of having that much money and power.

Nothing else about the home screamed opulence, but it was more than Nesta had ever seen in her entire life. A couch here, chairs there, an island in the kitchen. It seemed like a mansion in comparison to the beaten down, drudgery of the rest of the camp.

Before she could linger too long,though, Nesta heard a smattering of footsteps creep down the stairs. The Lady led, with Rhys and Cassian trailing behind. As they arrived in the living room, Nesta and Feyre stood up.

A smirk grew on Cassian’s face while Rhys stopped in his tracks and stared at Feyre.

“Girls, you can say whatever it is you need to say,” the lady said, quietly.

Nesta turned to her. “Can we speak with them in private?”

“I will not be dismissed in my own home,” she bit back.

Nesta nodded. She begged to the mother that the Lady would not kill them for their request. “That new bastard—“

“Azriel. His name is Azriel,” Rhys’s mother supplied.

“Fine. Azriel. We all know that he can’t fly to save his life. He can’t be Illyrian if he can’t fly. Someone’s got to teach him, and I know that the responsibility will fall on you two.” Nesta gestured towards Cassian, whose face dropped the smirk, and Rhys, whose eyes barreled into Feyre.

“What do you want then?” Cassian asked quietly.

“I want you to include Feyre and me in your lessons.”

Silence chocked the room as the full gravity of her request settled.

Cassian cut the static first, “There’s no way—“‘

“Cassian!” The lady hissed.

“I know you’d probably train in the day, but if we did our duties—“

“They’ll train you,” the Lady interrupted. Rhys snapped his head towards his mother in shock, eyes finally leaving Feyre, “Every evening, starting half hour after sunset until you girls say you’re done.”

Thrill ran down Nesta’s spine at not only the training, but the idea of holding power.

“Are you sure your sister wants to join you?” The Lady called.

“Yes,” Rhy answered, “she does.”

“I didn’t ask—“ the lady began.

“I do,” Feyre said meekly.

Cassian groaned. “So now we’re training three people who should have learned how to fly years ago?”

“Cassian, I don’t care if you don’t want to, but as the mate of your High Lord, you will do as I say,” the Lady chastised.

Nesta knew they must leave soon, lest Elain woke up and found her sisters gone. “Thank you,” she called, grabbing Feyre’s arm, and spinning them around.

“Wait, girls,” the Lady called to them. She whispered something in Cassian and Rhys’s ears before sending them back to bed.

Now it was just two worthless Illyrian girls and the most powerful woman in the entire Night Court.

“I want you two to know that I believe you are incredibly brave. As someone who was lucky enough to keep her wings, I need you to understand that there’s only so much power my son and I have in this camp. There’s a chance that you’ll still get clipped and only have a few years flying. I wish I could guarantee you both eternity, for I believe you’ll find it the greatest joy you’ll ever experience.”

Nesta opened her mouth to say something.

“Not yet,” the Lady held up a finger, “If that happens, I want you both to be equipped with more than that. Can either of you read?”

They both shook their heads.

“I tutor Rhys and Cassian. I’m going to begin with Azriel. If you two would like to join, you may. I can speak with Devlon to see if he could reduce your workloads, so you can both come here in the evenings to learn and then fly at night.”

To both Nesta and the Lady’s surprise, Feyre spoke next, “I think we both really appreciate the offer, Lady. But we can’t ask you to give us unfair workloads.”

The Lady sighed, “If you call my boys by their first names, you may as well call me by mine. I’m Kamaria. What are yours? I insist you take any advantage you can in this place.”

The girls made short introductions, Nesta continued,  “It’s nothing against you, La…Kamaria. But we have another sister who would still be expected to complete her duties, and we can’t run away from her.”

Feyre nodded.

“Why isn’t she here with you?” Kamaria asked.

“In truth, I was going to some here alone,” Nesta began, “but Feyre woke too. More importantly, I don’t think Elain, our other sister, would want this anyway.”

“You can’t speak for your sister, if you haven’t asked her,” Kamaria chided.

“We know,” Feyre tried, “though Nesta always insists we keep our wings off the ground, more dignified that way. But Elain. She never follow these directions, she accepts it more.”

Kamaria stared a the two girls in front of her, and Nesta had never felt more naked. She scrutinized them, and their wing positions. Finally, she responded, “Very well. She is still invited to join you both and is more than welcome to at any time. I know you said you must get going so I will winnow you both back home.”

When Kamaria’s hands slipped into Nesta and Feyre’s, Nesta did not even process the vertigo of winnowing or question how she knew where they lived. Kamaria wished them both good night before disappearing.

Feyre moved to go inside, but Nesta stared at their door.

“Nes?” Feyre asked cautiously.

Nesta shook her head. “I can’t believe it worked. I can’t….We’re going to learn how to fly, Feyre.”

Feyre offered her sister a small, excited smile, and Nesta couldn’t help but return it.

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His wearied footsteps reached the front of his apartment, and he brought his key to the keyhole to unlock the door. Immediately, his eyes fell on the lump of mass resting on his couch. He’d forgotten that Sehun would be staying the night at his place.

“Get up.” Jongin toed off his shoes near the entrance and walked towards the cabinet to pull out cat food. As he poured the dry food bits into a milano stainless steel bowl (with the word Princess etched onto it), Sehun’s groggy voice sailed to his ears.

“What time is it?” Sehun stretched his long limbs while releasing a high pitched squeal.

“Time for you to cook us dinner. You’re going to work for your stay.”

“I’m heartbroken here, and you’re asking me to cook?” Sehun placed a hand over his chest, feigning pain.

“You should have thought about that before asking to stay over. And, I’m not asking, I’m telling.” Pinchy’s scrawny frame slithered around his ankle and Jongin picked her from the floor, cooing. Sehun rolled his eyes. “I like salmon by the way.” Jongin added before heading to his bedroom to change clothes.

“One oily fish coming right up!” Sehun yelled as he agitatedly moved a hand through his hair.  

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accent tag!!

i’m late af but i finally pulled thru bc i got bored and had time :D

Tagged by: @wonheonie and i’m like 90% sure someone else did too but i donut remember i’m sorry!! ;-;

Tagging: @spookedbebe I WANNA HEAR YOUR CUTE ACCENT MORE U BUTT, @tomatoholmes (gimme that adorable giggle pls) & my ribbit nonnie @hyungminnie

full frontal warning: i sound dumb and my voice is annoying so pls prepare ur ears or just skip this entirely

What to do? Record yourself saying the following things:

  • Your name and username.
  • Where you’re from.
  • Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, GPOY.
  • What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
  • What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?
  • What do you call gym shoes?
  • What do you call your grandparents?
  • What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
  • What is the thing you change the TV channel with?
  • Choose a book and read a passage from it.
  • Do you think you have an accent?
  • Be a wizard or a vampire?
  • Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?
  • End audio post by saying any THREE words you want

anonymous asked:

My fantasy is be fucked by dominant Yoongi. In a rough but lovely way. He slapping my ass, fingering and licking me before put his dick inside me and move fast and deep. His sweaty face. He saying "Look at my eyes, look at me." With a deep voice. And then, after we both cumming, he whispering in my ear "I love you", caressing me and showing me that his words are true. God dammit.

God, you’d be approaching your orgasm, your walls tightening around him. Yoongi would let out a deep grunt, knowing you were close. You’d let out a soft cry, about to release, when Yoongi spoke,

“Look at me, baby.”

Send me your BTS fantasy

anonymous asked:

*crack knuckles* Taehyung comes up from behind you, leaning his chin against your shoulder as he watches you crack an egg open. He hums, the sound of his voice tickling your ear, and the corners of your eyes wrinkle. Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze as he whispers into your ear in his deep, raspy, morning voice. "Morning babe..." and it sends a shiver down your spine. -pia

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-jay

It was so heartbreaking.

How we became friends which eventually turned into something more than friends. It was the turning point of my life and it was the sole truth. You were my everything. You were my first and last though every single day, that when you would inspect my brain, you would see your face filling my every neuron. My cells became accustomed to your gentle touch. My ears sought your voice among the many for I’ll admit it, you’re the greatest lullaby and symphony which made my heart flutter. 

It was so heartbreaking. 

I woke up to a good morning message and I slept to a good night message. How I would wish that the day or night not to end for I wanted to spend it with you even more. You keep my sanity. It’s only a fleeting feeling in the end. My hunger has been satiated and my thirst had been quenched. I thought so. 

It was so heartbreaking. 

How we became strangers real quick. 

@fracticns (xxx)


He has her up against the wall, and frankly, he was everywhere, and she couldn’t get enough. His hand was trailing down along her spine, sending sparks throughout her nerve endings. Their chests were inches apart, their legs tangled together–he was the air she breathed, and she didn’t want this to stop. But she knew they could be found, they would be found. They were at a Catco event, the party going on at the other end of the building they were in, a museum? Kara couldn’t remember, not with Mon-el’s hand gripping her ass over the dress she was wearing, and his rich voice low in her ears. 

“You are so no playing fair.” She hissed at him between sharp breathes, eyes closed as she tilted her neck for him. She was turning to goo at his touch, and they both knew it.

“Mon–someone will find us!”

A Book of Myths in which my name does not appear

Klaroline AU Week Day 5: Mythological/ Creatures - Greek God & Demi God

 "You need to relax your shoulders sweetheart" the voice in her ear caused Caroline to jump, her arrow going wide and ricocheting off a tree. The deer she’s been stalking for half an hour bounds off suddenly alert to the danger. Growling, Caroline steps out of the shade of her tree, not giving a damn who sees her now. Not that it matters with sodding Sun God beside her, lit up like a tree at Saturnalia.

 'Dammit Klaus’ she snaps, whirling to face him, all pretence of civility gone. Leaning up against her tree, Klaus the immortal God just grins. Bastard. 

 He doesn’t even care that she hasn’t bowed or called him ‘My lord’. He doesn’t expect her to, like propriety means nothing between them. 

 'Hello to you too Caroline’ he saunters over to her. ‘Have you given any more thought to my proposal?’

 Instantly Caroline freezes, she fights the urge to look down, see if her legs have sprouted into roots like Daphne’s had done all those years ago back when Klaus went by the name Apollo. She’d thought he’d been kidding, the typical flirting that he employed with everyone else. Then again, even with his history you don’t go around asking people to marry you and become a God every other day.

 'I-' 

It would change everything. She might be a daughter of Aphrodite -now Katherine by name - but love doesn’t come easy to Caroline. She’s not like her godly mother, flirting with everyone and dangling relationships with both her Godly husband and his brother along with any mortal who takes her fancy. When Caroline decides to love it will be real, all consuming. And that’s why she’s been ducking Klaus so steadily, with a little help from Lady Rebekah. Because she could love him. Passion. Adventure. Even a little danger. It’s all part of the package when loving a God. But loving one person for an eternity? If her mother’s family is anything to go by it can’t be done. Zeus, Ares, Hermes, her Mom have all taken lovers. Loving someone for your eternity only seems to work if you’re mortal. Maybe that’s why Caroline is so desperate to keep her feet on the ground, her heart thrumming at a human pace. She may have the spark of immortality in her veins, hair just a touch too luscious, eyes bright and enticing in a way that cannot be human but she’s not sure she could survive immortality. She is after all the daughter of love. If she is this lovely as a human what would she be if she became more? What would Klaus do? 

 'I’m waiting sweetheart' 

'I can’t. I couldn’t’ she says immediately at his prompting not even bothering to think of a reason in her rush to give an answer. He looks like she’s kicked him. Oh shit. What is she ends up as a tree or cursed or something?? Stupid Gods and their tempers.

 'May I ask why not?’ He asks, curiosity burning in his voice with the intensity of the gold burning in his eyes. 'You said you couldn’t not that you wouldn’t. So you have considered it?’ he asks quietly looking very much like he wants to take her hand. 

Caroline’s trying to think of a reason why that should bother her. 'It wouldn’t last. And I’m a huntress of your sister. Chastity is part of that.’ She’s not truly. She has yet to take the oath. But that doesn’t mean she hasn’t thought about it. Every time she thinks she might be in love with Klaus. 

'That’s what this is about?’ Klaus asks incredulously. ’You don’t trust me?!’  Caroline denies this vehemently because she does. She is safe with him she knows that the same way she knows the names of the stars and that her mother truly loves her children. And she knows that he loves her, for however long.

 'And it will last Caroline. Hades and Persephone have. We will too. It’s not like I expect us to be together ever minute of eternity. But I know that I do not want eternity without you in it’

 Caroline feels her breath catch at such a declaration from someone who has seen centuries pass like grains of sand in an hourglass. 'And you are a daughter of Love itself. Do you truly think you could live forever without it?’

 'But Rebekah-’ she’s clutching at straws, he’s systematically destroyed her arguments, the reasons she has constructed against considering love. His love.

 'Wants you to be happy. And for me to be happy. Why not together?’ Klaus gave a little chuckle, the one that makes her flush 'The news that I of all people am settling down just might kill her' 

Caroline bites back the laugh bubbling in her throat. He always can make her laugh damn him. 

 'You’re already stronger and more fearless than humans. Wouldn’t you like to be ageless too? It would not change you in any other way. We could still have children. I would love them as much of any my others’ That’s another thing. He has children her age. Marcel for one. Hope for another. Yet he’s lived life a thousand times over. Of course he has children and she’s seen them together. It’s a rare juxtaposition to be immortally young yet have the love and wisdom of a father. He switches so easily between the two from sage advisor and even protector to relaxed in a way that makes you forget the differences in age and nature between him and any other demi god. Klaus smiles at her wistful and maybe a little hopeful. 

'I’m not asking you for an answer. I’m just asking you to think about it. Consider what it would be like to have me as your last love’ Klaus reaches out to her and Caroline finds herself taking his hand. He lifts it to his lips a presses a gentle kiss to her knuckles. 

 Why does he manage to win every argument? 

 When Caroline opens her eyes again he’s gone.

Jungkook’s sweet voice is all I need. His voice is so unique and so pleasing to hear, I could listen to it for hours and never get sick of it. It just always makes me feel warm, and home.