For the prompts: angsty and dramatic Rowaelin rescue scene! 😁
OK SO this isn’t quiiiite that because tbh I can’t envision it all in my head yet but your prompt did spark SOMETHING which is the aftermath and angst and tears so, here we go:
Rowan woke in a sweat, skin hot and cold at the same time. It took too long to calm his heart down, his chest rising and falling with alarming frequency as adrenaline raced through his veins. The first thing he did, always, when the nightmares roused him like this was reach for the sleeping body beside him.
It didn’t always feel real, having her back. The loss of her all those months had taken its toll on both of them — all of them — and he still wasn’t accustomed to the promise of peace that they all fought so hard for. It was easier in daylight, easier to focus on the various tasks at hands or otherwise fuss over his wife. Once night fell, however, Rowan struggled to keep his brain at bay. Images were constantly flashing through his mind: a bloody shirt on a beach and the imagined pictures his mind conjured against his will at what she endured to leave so much red in her wake; an empty bed, empty life; the shell of a girl that he came upon when he found her, finally found her.
Aelin was healing. He had to remind himself of that fact.
I love your writing! And was wondering if you could write reader and Rick getting high together with some fluff?
You don’t really know what to expect when you receive the texts from Rick that practically demand you go over to the Smith’s house immediately after work. You’re exhausted and as much as you enjoy spending time with Rick, the idea of being swept into some adventure with him right now sounds…
Well, it sounds obnoxious.
But, you were never too good at denying Rick what he wants, and you were pretty sure that was a main motive in why he kept you around. He’d mentioned the Smith family were out for a few hours, that he had something to show you (innuendo?), and that time was of the essence.
You don’t even attempt to go home first to change, you simply pull out onto the roads and head to the familiar backstreets that guide you to the Smith’s home.
Beads of sweat were twinkling down Virgil’s forehead. Hot tears was climbing its way down his cheeks as he let out whimpers into the air. He was having another nightmare.
Though this one was a particularly bad one.
All of the sides were there, even Thomas, holding him down yelling at him and telling him how much they truly hated him. How they were just lying this entire time. Course he’s had nightmares like this before but this one was worse. It won’t end for some reason. It just kept going and going and going.
Until finally Roman roughly pushed him into the wall causing pain to erupt along his back and more whimpers and silent cries to escape him and only when Roman lifted up his sword about to cut him open, did he finally open his eyes.
Well more like a scream as he shot up his eyes wide like saucers. His heart was beating roughly against his chest like it wanted to erupt out of his ribcage.
His breathing was erratic as he shakily tossed the blankets off his sticky body. Even though he was gasping for air he couldn’t seem to breathe. Just have to calm down. He’s fine. They still love him. As his arms wrapped themselves around his shaking body he tried his breathing exercises which calmed him down somewhat.
hi!! so for my first official post on this blog I thought I’d compile a list of my favorite playlists/albums for studying or doing homework. all of these are instrumental, but if you’d like I could make another post with non-instrumental study music. idk I can’t really concentrate with other words playing so I normally stick with instrumentals.
Pairing: Fleur Delacour x Hermione Granger aka fleurmione
Written for: The Rairpairsnet Monthly Challenge
I mean??? Fleurmione??? I was gonna write Daphne x Hermione but it just wasn’t happening so Fleurmione it is whoops
She does the precise opposite of what everyone expects her to do, and it contradicts her entire history of logical decisions and responsible actions, of follow-through, in one fell swoop.
The war is hardly over and she is packing and this time it is just one rucksack. A plain bag that sits comfortably around her shoulders and rests snuggly against her lower back. It has the bare necessities; she refuses to take even one single book after a year on the run with an entire library that, made weightless by magic or not, had slowly but surely crushed her under their weight, compressed the disks of her spine until the atoms just simply could not be forced any closer together. Her chest felt bound, her ribs a container too small for her organs, for her heart and it was breathtaking and painstaking and it was crippling, crippling, crippling.
"I keep waking up unable to breathe" Deryn and Cyrus?
In which Cyrus is haunted by the events of Haven, and Darren just happens to be the only one nearby. (I kinda just assumed that was for Darren and Cyrus? If not, I apologise, because that’s what I went with!)
Approx 1700 words, most under the cut <3
Fire. Screams. Blood
on the ground. Ash. A sky blacker than the burned husks of the buildings. Reaching.
Desperate. Pulse pounding. Feet moving without reason, running in a direction.
Any direction. A demon shrieks hatred beyond the wall, setting teeth to sting, clenched
so tight they crack and turn to dust. Fingers fumble – a blade drawn from its sheath.
Metal catches the flickering light, red and hot and spreading with the wind.
Snow mingles with soot on the tongue, stinging the eyes, shedding tears.
Ruinous. Ruin. Pain. Fear.
death, or fear of being the only one to wake after the slaughter?
Cyrus shot upright, breaths coming in gulps that pushed frantically against the inside of his unwilling chest, begging for space. He clawed
at the fabric of his shirt, soaked through, too tight, too—
“… Cyrus? Are you all right?” The voice was soft; so quiet
he barely heard it over the sound of his own blood beating in his ears.
Sweating, Cyrus swung his legs hastily off the side of the bed, foot catching the
sheets, tripping him as he tried to get up. The ground caught him in its hard
embrace, striking hard, and for a moment he couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe, or get up, or
blink as the floorboards mocked him, sweat dripping from his face onto the hard
wood. No, not sweat…
“Fucking… fucker…” Cyrus gasped, then struck the ground with
the side of his fist, frustration welling up beyond the panic, his
heart beating furious against the injustice of a foot snagged
in sheets. It seemed so minor – so ridiculous
– compared to what he had just relived behind closed eyes. Yet, in the pits of
his rage and frustration and sour-spit fear, he curled in on himself, frozen,
one leg trapped at an odd angle against the side of his bed, the other folded beneath him, arms shaking.
Hi SE Readers! Here is part 4 of my SE series, it picks up right after the preview. In a lot of ways it’s the angstiest portion of the series, it’s also dialogue-heavy but I hope you guys can forgive that. I had a lot of fun writing it and I did indeed want it to be devastating so I hope I did my job, any reblogs and comments would be appreciated and nice. The links to the first three (four) parts are below:
They love each other as deeply as two people can love each other, but that doesn’t mean that their relationship is infallible.
— Julie Plec, tvline.com
The pain was even worse than drowning; what Stefan was
currently suffering through was a unique form of torment — a psychological
torture that anguished his body. No. Not psychological; it wasn’t an experience
his mind concocted, this wasn’t an effect of a trauma, this was happening. Memories were falling away or
blurring together or disappearing entirely leaving gaps and chasms in his head
that he struggled to fill, to make sense of but couldn’t; he was stricken with
flashes of images, spikes of emotion so intense that his body convulsed
violently. His head pounded with the turmoil and blinded him with excruciating
delirium so that he wasn’t sure what was real and what was illusion, what was
missing and what was still there or if he was missing anything at all; hot and
cold at the same time, sweating and chilled, Stefan’s skin felt tight and
feverish — like a prison entrapping him in its confines and he wanted nothing
more than to break free of it. He dragged his nails across his arm, scratching
with fervour, scratching with rage, like a man possessed, scratching to slash
and gash and tear so that he felt himself begin to bleed, his teeth clenched
with the pain and then suddenly, he felt it — a soft pressure, a gentle
weight, like a hand; first on his own hand so that he stopped scrabbling and
then on his scratches so that his itching was instantly soothed, his
convulsions calming. Stefan exhaled deeply a number of times, squeezing his
eyes open and shut in an attempt to force himself to see something real. A
blurry figure. Stooped. Hunched.
go,” he said, his voice raspy. “You should go, you shouldn’t be here.”
would I be?” Elena’s tone was soft but it was also incredulous, almost
offended, and she brought Stefan’s head further onto her lap, her fingers
running across his forehead, brushing away the hairs plastered against his
please,” said Stefan. “I don’t want you to—” He coughed and reached once more
for his arm, itching at the rakes his nails had left before. Elena grabbed his
hand again, keeping it from making contact with his skin; she touched his
knuckles to her lips and then bent down to kiss the scratches on his arm.
Stefan sighed, it was a slow and relieved sound, and Elena smoothed her palm
over his scrapes.
to,” she whispered; she tried to keep her voice steady but she could hear the
want you seeing me like this.”
care,” she said. “I’m not leaving you.”
closed his eyes, swallowing hard and then started to shiver, his teeth
chattering. Elena watched him, her lips pressed together to keep from crying,
and then looked up to Caroline who was sitting on one of the sofas, her elbows
on her knees and her chin resting on her closed hands. She was tight-lipped and
wide-eyed, staring at Stefan. A quiet Caroline. Never a good sign. Elena told
herself to breathe.
There was a
creak of the floorboard and Elena turned to look in the direction of the noise;
Damon and Bonnie had stepped beneath the archway. Damon tilted his head to the
side in a gesture for Elena to come. She looked from him to Stefan, a tremor
beneath her face.
said Caroline, getting up from the couch. “It’s OK, I’ll watch him.”
chewed on her bottom lip, looking once more at Stefan. She kissed his forehead
and slowly started to shift her position, holding his head, gently moving it
back to the pillow, her hand stroking his cheek before standing up fully. She
followed Damon and Bonnie into the foyer.
healing,” said Elena to Bonnie. “Is that a good sign? Does that mean he’s
transitioning back into a human? If we was dying he would just desiccate,
rules don’t apply here,” said Bonnie. “I spoke to the witches … they don’t even
know what this is. Not really.”
that even possible?” said Damon. “They have all the answers to everything else
but when it’s something that’s actually useful, suddenly they’re tapped out?”
“Well have you ever seen anything like this, Damon?
You’ve been alive for over a century, why haven’t you ever come across this?”
“Because I’m not a witch or a warlock or a
wizard, whatever the hell you want to call it. I’m not the one who came up with
considering that this affects you and all vampires, you would think you’d make
it your business to know, wouldn’t you?”
Bonnie both turned sharply toward Elena; she was standing still like she was
holding her breath and her jaw was set, her eyes slit with fury.
have time for this. Stefan doesn’t
have time for this. So I need you two to put your differences aside and FOCUS.”
sighed. “Elena, this magic, it’s old but the application is new. Unique even.
This isn’t something witches go around doing, trust me. I don’t even think this
has happened before now.”
“And how am
I supposed to believe that? Because the witches said so? How do we know that
they’re telling the truth?”
Damon said slowly. “Because if this was something the witches went around
doing, they would go around doing it. Vampires would be being purged left and
“So then …”
Elena shook her head, grabbing her hair with her fists. “Who did this?”
the same person who spelled Stefan in the locker,” said Bonnie.
why. I don’t understand why anyone would do that to Stefan of all people,” said
Elena. “It’s Stefan.”
knowing Stefan, it’s probably some crazy ex.”
wouldn’t call myself an ex, that’s so mundane.”
Elena, Damon and Bonnie turned to the side. Even though none of them heard the
front door squeak or unlock or make any kind of noise, it was wide open and a
woman was standing on the threshold, smirking.
lips parted. “Rosetta.”
couldn’t do anything but stare at the woman in front of her. She’d shown up in
Mystic Falls months earlier when Elena had still been a vampire and she’d shown
up for Stefan. It had been the only time Elena had doubted herself in her relationship.
When Katherine came back, she’d been bothered,
anxious at the thought of her and him alone together but never worried that
anything would happen between them; when Rebekah passed through town, Elena had
been vexed, beyond irritated by the woman who dared to think she knew Stefan
better. But with Rosetta … she had managed to make Elena feel small in the
brief moments they interacted; Elena had been privy to Stefan’s memories of his
nights with her and seeing the intensity of what they’d shared had made Elena
question not her place in Stefan’s heart but the extent to which she satiated
his appetite. And now Rosetta was here.
Now she was responsible. Now Elena was enraged. It was the first time since
turning human that she longed for her vampirism just so she could ram Rosetta’s
head through the door.
“Wait. Hold on,” said Damon, interrupting
Elena’s thoughts. He turned to her. “Who
you don’t know?” Elena looked at Rosetta, raising her eyebrows. “That’s how
much you meant to Stefan, his own brother didn’t even know about you.”
laughed. “Honey, why would he know? What Stefan and I share is private, our own
little secret if you will.”
going to fill me in or — ?”
“She was a witch Stefan lost his virginity to,”
snapped Elena. “He met her in 1845.”
furrowed his eyebrows. “Moving past the fact that I’m mildly impressed Human
Stefan was able to bag a woman as hot as you, this is a bit of an overreaction
for something that probably only lasted a couple of minutes, isn’t it?”
pursed her lips sardonically. “Do you really want to go down that road, Damon?
You spent a century pining for a woman who didn’t love you back.”
“How do you
your resentment of Katherine like a suit of armour, I can Read it all over
you,” she said. “Besides, I wasn’t just Stefan’s first time, I was his first
lover.” She rolled her tongue around the ‘er’ of the word ‘lover’. “And when I
left Mystic Falls, he begged me to link him to me so that he’d be able to feel
it every time we were near.”
“He regrets ever asking you to do that,” said Elena
through clenched teeth, her hands closed in fists.
“Oh I know he does,” said Rosetta.
“Then what’s the point? Stefan said that you didn’t ‘do’
relationships, that you don’t like being tied down to one person.”
“So then why are you doing this?”
Rosetta shrugged and started
trailing her fingers up the doorway, watching the movements they made along the
wood. “I thought it would be interesting.”
thought — you thought it would be interesting? What the hell is wrong with you?” Elena took a step forward but
Damon held her by the shoulder and pulled her easily back to the spot she was
about to leave.
have vampire strength anymore, remember?” he muttered.
rolled her eyes. “Ugh, children. Honestly, I don’t see what it is that Stefan
sees in you. You’re so young, so righteous, you’d never be able to understand.”
understand why you would do this to him!”
little girl. When you’ve been alive for as long as I’ve been alive, life can
start to get monotonous and you have to create your own fun.” Rosetta’s eyes
turned to Damon. “Ask him, he knows.”
Elena turned to look at him and he shrugged. “I mean … I don’t go around
do!” said Bonnie.
fun. I mean, I’m not going to say that I don’t enjoy it when I do it but if I
do it there’s a purpose.”
shook her head. “There’s never a
purpose to —”
don’t see why,” said Elena loudly, cutting over Bonnie. “You had to choose
Stefan to do this sadistic experiment on.”
“Stefan was one of the things in my
world that didn’t get boring and you took that away from me. So I thought I
could find other ways to make him interesting to me.”
“You didn’t have to torture him!”
“No but he was rude to me,” said
Rosetta simply. “He made me feel unwanted.”
Katherine look like Mary Freaking Poppins,” said Damon. “Stefan really knows
how to pick ’em.”
anguish sounded from the living and blared throughout the house to the foyer,
the noise ragged and rough with indescribable agony. Elena closed her eyes. “I
thought you cared about him!”
turned to lean against the doorway. “I care about what he can offer me and if
it isn’t his body then…”
has to be his pain?” Elena took
another step forward and Damon moved to block her again but she struggled
against his grasp. Stefan’s screams echoed in Elena’s head, a permanent tear in
her chest; the image of him weak and sick, delirious and barely conscious
stirred a frenzy within her that made her entire body tremble. “Don’t you hear him?”
“I do. I hear him dying.”
Damon and Bonnie spoke at the same
“I’m not saying he isn’t fighting
it. He is,” said Rosetta. “He’s fighting harder than he’s ever fought before to
come back to you, Elena. And you, Damon. He’ll linger for days. Maybe even
weeks. In excruciating agony. But in the end he’ll die.”
“You don’t know him,” said Elena.
“He’ll break through this.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’ll ensure it,” said
Rosetta. “This entire situation is of my concoction and the minute I’m bored of
watching him fight for his life, the minute I don’t get any kind of
entertainment watching you and Damon and everyone else live and die with each
of his coughs or convulsions, I will end it all. I have that kind of power.”
“What happened to you that this is
how you use your power?” said Bonnie. “This is a perversion of magic.”
raised her eyebrows at Bonnie and grinned. “And using your magic to cut corners
and revive the dead isn’t a perversion? The witches told me about you, Bonnie.
You have Bennett ability, you might even be the most powerful Bennett yet, but you’re
shutting down your own potential messing around with the natural order of
isn’t messing around with the natural order of things?”
a vampire. Nothing about him is
natural,” said Rosetta. “I may have slowed down the aging process but I am not
immortal. I’m a human. I belong here. Personally,
I don’t care. I never cared about the skirmishes between witches and vampires,
I am not an orthodox witch preoccupied with the balance and nature or whatever
else, but the witches aren’t punishing me for this because they are.”
instant, Damon sped toward Rosetta who simply moved her eyes sideways and Damon
flew backward crashing into the wall opposite the door, cracking the wood
panelling, his head twisting to an impossible angle. She sighed. “Oh Damon.
Forever the impulsive one,” she said. “I am nearly twice as old as Katherine
and I’m a witch. You really think you could killing me would be that
“OK,” said Elena sharply. “OK. We
get it. You’re in control. You control him. You control me. You control Stefan.
What do you want?”
I want is to see him die.”
Elena. “No, that wouldn’t be interesting. Death may not always be final but it
isn’t particularly stimulating either. What do you want that’s interesting?”
regarded Elena and then raised her eyebrow ponderously. “Stefan alone.”
“I will let
him live if you and Damon and Caroline and Bonnie, if all of you leave him
alone, never go near him, never contact him. Better yet if he wakes up from his
delirium in a completely new town.”
“WHAT?” Elena yelled. “He’s going to
lose all of his vampire memories! If he wakes up in 2016 not knowing why or how
he got here or even what year it is or what happened to Damon, he’s going to go
be tremendously interesting, don’t you think?”
her head frantically, gesticulating wildly. “You’re insane!”
right, that would be interesting,” said Damon.
Elena snapped their heads around to look at him. “Damon!”
because I agree with the premise doesn’t mean I think we should let it happen,”
said Damon, massaging his neck as he stood up. “I’m sure we can bargain.”
not really in the mood to haggle…”
cries grew louder and Elena squeezed her eyes shut, hunching her shoulders, her
heart thudding against her chest. “Please, you can’t do this to him. He meant
something to you once. He had to. He means something to everyone at least once.
He’s a good person, like a truly good person. What will it take for you to
reconsider? What do I have to do?”
considered Elena for a minute and then started pacing, swinging her arms back
and forth, making clucking sounds with her tongue as she wandered. “You’ve
really moved me, Elena,” she said finally. “Really, you have. I have a certain
disdain for relationships, for being limited, trapped to one person, it’s
really quite dull. But what you and Stefan share …” She sighed. “It’s the real
thing. To be tethered to someone, to be naturally tied to them, Honest to God
soulmates … I don’t think you realize
how rare that is. So.” She clapped her hands together. “To honour that, I’ll be
nice. You have to let him forget you, Elena. You have to let him forget Caroline
and Bonnie, Matt and Tyler and Jeremy, everyone. And he has to wake up in a new
town. But —”
shut up,” said Elena. She looked at Rosetta. “Go on.”
Rosetta smirked. “But. I will allow him one journal; one
journal that you think best explains his vampirism and Damon, you only have to
stay away from him for … I don’t know, ten years?”
five,” said Rosetta. “And he gets one letter from you, one letter explaining
why you aren’t with him for those five years and Elena.” Rosetta turned to her.
“You get to write one line in it. OK one sentence. One sentence in the letter.
But if either of you mention her, if anything in that journal mentions their
relationship or if any of you try to jog his memory about the six years he
spent here after meeting Elena, I will kill you, Damon, while he watches and
then kill him while you watch, Elena, and then things will be really interesting. Are we understood?”
her mouth, her bottom lip quivering. “I’ll do it on one condition,” she said.
no leverage here and you’re giving me conditions?”
intrigued. What is it?”
Bonnie took Elena by the arm and
pulled her to the side so that they were huddled together. “Elena, don’t do
anything rash. I’m sure we can figure something out. There can be a spell or a
potion, I’m getting really good with those now. There has to be something in
someone’s grimoire. There’s always something.”
looked at Bonnie sadly. “There isn’t another way. Like you said, this is a
unique case, no one before us has gone through anything like it. I just need
him to be safe.”
condition? I’m getting bored…”
the tie you made between yourself and him. He’ll remember you from his human
memories, that’s enough.”
looked to Damon who gave a curt nod. “OK it’s a deal,” she said.
grinned and then closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in. She muttered something
in Latin and her entire body started to tremor, the walls began shaking, the
lights began to shatter so that glass splintered everywhere, and then just as
suddenly as it began, it stopped. She opened her eyes.
until the end of the day to get everything in order.”
“The end of the day?” said Damon. “To
write a letter, pick a journal out of his hundreds
of journals, to get him to a new town, set him up with a bank account—”
quirked her eyebrow. “I’m being generous,” she said. “Don’t make me take it
“The end of
the day, we understand,” said Elena quietly. “Now get the hell out.”
“I’m starting to understand what it
is Stefan sees in you,” said Rosetta, chuckling. “You’re more interesting than
you look, Elena Gilbert.” She waved an ironic goodbye and then turned on her
heel and sauntered out of the Salvatore Mansion.
she left, there was a whisper of speed and Caroline was in the foyer with the
rest of them. “I heard everything. What do we do?”
risk him dying,” said Elena. “If we do anything to upset her—”
her,” said Damon.
dies. So we prepare. Damon write the letter and pick a journal. Make sure he talks
about Lexi in it,” said Elena. “I can’t let him forget her. I won’t. Caroline,
if you can make it down to the bank, it’s going to require some compulsion to
get everything we need in such a short period of time. Bonnie …” Elena sighed. “Just
… just see if you can find anything
on how to fix this or on how to kill her or immobilize her, I don’t know
anything, just in case. You can see if Matt or Jeremy want to help. Either of
are you going to do?” said Caroline.
him,” said Elena simply. “I’m going to be with him and I’m going to look up
vacancies in towns close by, look up schools, look up jobs, get him set up.”
you going to do both?” said Damon.
called the internet, Damon,” said Caroline, rolling her eyes. “Your laptop is
in his room? I’ll go get it.”
Elena pressed her lips together. “Could you two bring him up to his room? He
should be in his bed.”
watched teary-eyed as everyone scrambled to action; Caroline and Damon speeding
into the living room to bring Stefan up to his room, Bonnie rushing out the
front door, reaching into her pocket for her cell phone, probably to call Matt
or Jeremy or both. Quickly, she put her hand to her stomach in an attempt to
keep herself together, to stop herself from falling apart, from giving way to
the sorrow itching her to splinter her apart. She took a deep breath and
remembered what Stefan had taught her the last time she was close to letting
emotion overwhelm her and focused on the one thing that made her strong, that
worked at keeping her fused together — the one line she would write to him in
I know you will. I know you will. I know you
will. I know you will. I know you will…
“Its so ungodly hot out Weiss.” Neptune panted as he tried to fan himself off with a book. Where Weiss was looking she could see beads of sweat form on his tan torso and forehead
Weiss’s pale face would only grow darker red the longer she stared. She felt wrong for staring, but she couldn’t really help it.
She eventually does manage to tear her gaze away, fanning at her own face with the hand-fan she had bought along, using it to cool herself down as well as using it to hide her blush and stop herself from looking at him again.
“E-Even so, there is no need to undress yourself!”