please tell me that at some point ed and oswald end up sitting back to back in their cages, sullenly leeching heat from each other and hating that the sensation of leaning into the other is still so painfully familiar and somehow reassuring
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“Come on, Catnip. It’s the best of both worlds. We can still spend all summer together, like we planned, and make money too!” He’s pleading, and he never pleads. It’s irritating, and a little weird. I turn away from him, huffing, and he sighs. “At least look at the pamphlet,” he grumbles from behind me.
Gale Hawthorne and I have been best friends since I was twelve, and we’ve had hundreds of adventures together. But this isn’t one I’m interested in.
“Gale, no,” I mumble, stomping through the house towards the kitchen. Though his velvet tread is near silent, I know he’s following me.
Unbeknownst to many, Klaus Mikaelson is a married man but years ago, after an
explosive falling out, she left Klaus and he’s been chasing her ever since. But
when Klaus finds her hiding out in New Orleans…
Pairing: Reader x Klaus Mikaelson and Reader x Elijah Mikaelson (platonic)
morning had been extremely productive for you. You’d worked out, organized and
cleaned your lavish apartment, you’d caught up on your favorite shows and successfully
mastered the spells you’d been studying in your grandmother’s old grimoire and
you’d done it all before the clock struck noon.
practically raised Marcel so he allowed you to practice as much magic as you
were in the parlor with a cup of tea and good book when you heard a knock at
flinched, startled. You rose from your seat with your brows furrowed. You so rarely
received visitors and rarely left the house. Marcel’s men would gladly do you
the favor of running your errands, hoping that it would bring them favor with
Marcel and move them up in the ranks. After living a life such as yours so full
of drama and despair this apartment, so peaceful and quiet had become your safe
caution you moved towards the door. You glanced through the peep hole and
released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You sighed in relief and
threw the white double doors open with a flourish.
brother,” you said with a bright grin.
Mikaelson returned your smile wholeheartedly. “Sister,” he said in greeting. He
looked you over, taking you in, in that over-protective, brotherly fashion of
his. “Isolation has been good to you.”
dipped my head in thanks. “I’m glad you think so.” You stepped aside so that
Elijah could come in.
sauntered into the apartment. He was the only member of the Mikaelson family
that could enter your apartment. In fact, he was the only Mikaelson who even
knew that you had an apartment. The less people that knew your location the
shut the doors behind him. Turning around you met his worry-filled gaze.
cocked your head to the side, taking him in. He’d gotten here in a rush. You
could tell from his heavy breathing and his tousled hair and clothing. Elijah
Mikaelson was usually well put together and ready for anything. His hair was
always well done without a flyaway in sight. His clothes were usually
wrinkle-free and as immaculate as he was. Something was wrong and he was doing
a poor job of hiding it.
put your hands on your hips. “What is it, brother?”
is in New Orleans.”
sucked in a breath. Your heart hammering in your chest.
knows you’re here. You have to move. Now. If you want to escape.”
moved around the apartment in a literal blur. You knew this day would come. No
one and nothing could stay hidden forever. Especially not from a Mikaelson. Let
alone from Klaus Mikaelson.
a hybrid now. He’s awoken his werewolf side.”
swore under your breath as you gathered your necessities and most prized
did he find out?” you asked, on the verge of hysteria.
of the witches told him.”
blood began to boil beneath your skin. When you got the chance, when you
returned to your home in New Orleans, you would hunt down that witch, feast on
her flesh and use her bones for tooth picks. You shook your head as if shaking
the thoughts of bloodlust and revenge out of your head. You needed to be of
clear mind. You needed to be in top shape if you were going to do this.
you’d packed the last of your things, you looked around the apartment with
tears in your eyes. These walls had been the closest thing you’d had to a true
home in centuries. It had been your safe haven after years of running from your
former husband and now it was time to part ways. You’d prayed that this day
would never come and now it was here.
future was a blank slate and you hated it. You preferred having a destination
in mind when it came to running.
everything?” Elijah asked.
nodded, swallowing the bile that had risen in your throat.
former brother-in-law opened the door and waved you over to it.
nodded again and picked up your full suitcases and headed out the door and into
the warm sunshine. You inhaled the clean fresh air. It was a stark contrast to
the stuffy air back inside but you would still miss it all the same.
took the suitcases from your hands and placed them into the trunk of an
awaiting black sedan. “I’ve taken the liberty of procuring a car for you. I
hope you don’t mind.”
pricked at your eyes. You shook your head and laughed, “No. No I don’t mind.”
ran to him, wrapping your arms around your brother’s neck. “You are the best
brother I’ve ever had, Elijah.”
laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist.
you dare tell Kol I said that!” you threatened.
laughed harder. “I won’t, I promise. I love you too, y/n. I wish that our time
together wasn’t cut so short.”
do I,” you agreed. “I’ll let you know when I find a safe place.” You told him,
stepping out of the embrace. “I only wish that I could tell Marcel goodbye and
thank him for his hospitality.”
give him your love,” he assured you, opening the passenger door for you. “I’ve
compelled the driver to take you anywhere you wish.”
are too kind to me, brother. I don’t deserve you.”
pecked you on the cheek as he ushered you inside the sleek vehicle. “Don’t talk
like that. I love you. Stay safe.”
do the same. I love you.”
some reluctance he closed the door and sent you off.
then you were riding through the noisy, crowded streets of the French Quarter.
You watched enviously as trumpets blared and people danced and sang and paraded
down the streets and sidewalks like no one was watching. A pang of jealously
hit you square in the chest. For a moment you decided that it wasn’t fair but
then you remembered that it was your own fault. That’d you’d chosen this life
and made this bed and now it was time to lay in it. You were just a moment ago, planning to feast on some poor witch’s
leaned back against the soft leather seats.
to, ma’am?” the driver asked. It was the first time he’d spoke since you’d met
nearest airport please.” You told him in a small voice.
still hadn’t figured out where you were going. Mainly because there was nowhere
else you wanted to be. New Orleans was home. You wanted to go back to your
apartment and reminisce about the good old days with Elijah. You wanted to baby
and cook for Marcel. You were tired of running but you were tired of fighting
sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the plush leather seats.
were nearly asleep when the door opposite of you opened.
eyes flew open. You gasped in horror when you saw who’d just gotten in your
I get a goodbye too, love?”
down, my lovely. I only want to talk.”
have nothing to say to you!” you spat.
Then you can sit here and listen.”
if I don’t want to?” you challenged.
want to keep running from me then go ahead,” he invited. “Be my guest. I’ll
even give you a head start if that’s what you want.”
folded your arms across your chest and gestured with your hand for him to go
cleared his throat, dramatically.
rolled your eyes in response.
opened his mouth to speak but he let out a rare nervous laugh.
You wanted to talk so talk.”
rubbed at his beard. “I never thought I’d get this far,” he told you with a
grin. “I’d dreamt of the day that I’d get to talk to you. To beg your
forgiveness and now that we’re here, you’ve got me tongue-tied. Just like when
we were kids.”
turned away from him, biting your lip.
love you. I’ve always loved you and I’ll never stopped. The day you left was
the day when immortality felt more like a curse than the gift I’d always made
it out to be.”
is that?” you asked him.
what is the point of forever without you?”
leaned your head against the window with a soft thud. “Don’t do this to me,” you whined. “We’re not good together
can you say that?”
it’s the truth! Together we are chaotic and deadly and cruel and I don’t want
to be that anymore!” You said turning to looked at him.
eyes were clear, blue, calculating and smoldering, they raking over you with
unmistakable hunger that sent chills down your spine. “Leave it to you to focus
on the negative.”
leave it to you to be the one to act like the negative never happened.” You
said throwing up your hands.
know what happened and I know what I did. What we did. But I would take it all back if I could, if it meant that you
would come back to me or that you would have never left in the first place.” He
inhaled running his hand through his curly, ginger brown hair. “We may have
been chaotic, deadly and cruel but we were also happy and madly in love. We
belong together, y/n. Don’t you see that? We were meant to be together, always
at the expense of other people, Klaus.” You told him. Anything to keep from him
how his words affected you. You loved it and hated it when he got all romantic
like that. You wrapped your arms around yourself.
sighed when, leaning back against the seat. “I can’t make you stay but I’m
begging you not to go. Let’s work this out, my darling. I know we can. There is
no way in the world that you could have forgotten how good we are together.”
put his face in his hands. “I won’t come after you if you choose to leave
again. And if you decide to stay and you want to work this out, I’ll be staying
at the old plantation. If you want to stay and live in peace…I’ll leave you be.”
leaned in towards you.
kissed your temple and then your cheek.
lips were warm against your skin. You were relishing in the familiar sensation
of his lips on you when he pulled away.
sucked in a breath.
the car.” Klaus told the driver.
car pulled to a stop in the middle of the road. Thankfully they hadn’t been
moving very fast but that didn’t stop the drivers behind them from furiously
honking their horns.
looked back at you one last time. You could see the fear in his eyes. You could
tell that he thought this would be the last time he’d see you.
stepped out of the car and walked back in the direction of the French Quarter.
You watched him through the back window until he disappeared from your line of
the driver called, startling you.
to the airport?”
a moment you couldn’t speak. You were so torn. “Yes…to the airport,” you said unsurely.
I had such a good time writing this! Please let me know if you enjoyed this story
and if you would be interested in reading a part two!
Warnings : demons, spanking,consensual sex , death,mentions of violence, graphic scenes.
Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged)
Summary : You’re a hunter, living with the boys in the bunker for some time now. Although you started as friends, soon enough friends with benefits, you and Dean finally decided to admit your feelings and became an item. The feeling is strong so you both get scared and react in different manners : you became overly attached and Dean feels suffocated. It should be one of your typical days but Dean has a cold , feels bad and snaps. Lots of fluff and some makeup sex. Enjoy
CopyRight: I do not own Dean Winchester, Supernatural nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story. No copyright infringement is intended .
Life hasn’t been that kind to you. A hunter your whole life and not by choice. Your parents were killed by an avenging spirit when you were only six. You don’t recall that day entirely, and nothing much from before actually… what you do remember is the wrinkled old man who got you out of the closet where you were hiding and said: ‘It’s alright kid, I’m here now’.
He soon became your family and hunting with him your way of living.
Losing him to werewolves broke your heart but you moved on burning his remains and drowning your sorrow in whiskey, at his favorite bar. If there’s one thing that he taught you besides being a skilled killer, that is to be strong and cold.
Don’t tighten your grip too much, don’t reason out and say you love her
immensely and that you’re just afraid of losing her. Give her freedom to do the things that she wants, let her explore the world and try things all by herself, meet new people and meet new friends. Let her talk to her friends, even guy friends. You don’t have to worry because you got her, and she will be loyal to you and only you.
Let her believe in things she wants to believe. Accept that she will be different from you because she has her own views and firm principles. Listen to her endless political rants and how she’s annoyed with every problem of the society because she thinks she can’t do anything about it. Plus, don’t forget to support her feminist rants and her hate for misogynists and patriarchy.
Never demand to be her number 1 priority. You must understand that before you, there’s family, studies, friends, and also herself (her dreams and goals). She must prioritize them first. Don’t make her feel like she’s doing something wrong just because she wants to study the whole night. You should not make her feel like she needs to let go one of her priorities for you. No way. Because if you value her happiness and if you really love her, you would never ask her to compromise and put you on top of her priorities.
Don’t keep your relationship a secret. Why would you even ask her to be your girl if you can’t show her off? You’re just making her feel insecure about herself, thinking ‘is there something wrong with me’? Why can’t you be proud of her? If you really love her you won’t be reluctant to show her off. You’re constantly making her feel loved, sprouting poems and cheesy lines in secret but to others you treat her like nothing?
Don’t force her to do something she doesn’t want to do. Whether it maybe something intimate, or something simple. Just don’t. Respect her at all times.
Don’t lower her self-esteem. It maybe shallow to some but every words that comes out of your mouth, whether good or bad, she will always remember them. Let her have another serving of rice, eat chocolates and drink all the beer she wants.
Don’t be selfish. Let her enjoy. Don’t make her feel guilty for doing something that you didn’t approve of. You’re her boyfriend, not father.
Never make her feel like she owe you something. Do things for her, because you want to. Not because you want her to do something for you in return. Never ever shove to her face all the things you did for her.
Don’t let her sleep thinking she’s not enough. It will really hurt her when you let her sleep feeling unwanted. As much as possible, don’t give up and fix things because in the morning, I kid you not she will feel less important.
Don’t hurt her. Physically and emotionally. Don’t shout at her, even if she’s annoying and gets on your nerve all the time. Trust me on this, one shout from you will really hurt her big time. She might smile but her eyes won’t. Not anymore. She will always remember how you raised her voice and how you were so soft to her back then. She will overthink and will be afraid to commit mistakes because you might get mad again.
So trust me when I tell you this, you might think she’s okay but she’s really not. If all you did was destroy her, you didn’t love her. She will now spend her nights, thinking of ways how to be happy for herself, without thinking how you made her feel. You made the girl who wants nothing but to make you happy, inferior, sad, and broken.
You destroyed her. But now she’s picking up the broken pieces of her shattered self, and will fix it not for others but for herself. She’s chaotic; a beautiful disaster. But now she’s not your mess anymore.
When You’re Both On Running Man and You Beg Him to Help You as You're Being Pinned Down By an Enemy Member (BTS)
Requested by a lovely anon <3
*Don’t own the gif/s yo*
남준: This would become his superhero moment. When he saw you lying on your side, calling out to him pitifully, with Jimin kneeling on top of you, he would go hulk and just straight tackle an unsuspecting Jimin off you
윤기: You’d think he’d be the most likely to abondon you, but it’s quite the opposite. He wouldn’t hesitate to come to your rescue (nearly kicking Taehyung off you and across the room) and would keep you close to him for the rest of the challenge
호석: Would fucking throw down with Seokjin in a heartbeat. ‘Even though its war, he will not allow his lady to be subjected to such barbaric treatment
석진: Seokjin is a peaceful soul, yes, but he would not hesitate to demolish Hoseok if he ever saw him trying to pin you down (in any context, really). You’d have some solid backup in Jin
지민: As much as he loved you, he would be reluctant to go against his respectable lead- just kidding, he’d fuckin chokeslam Namjoon if he ever caught him pinning you, lets be honest here
태형: I feel like he’d be a bit extra with it and like pretend to abandon you there, while actually sneaking up on Yoongi, (who was too busy trying to take you down to notice) and tag his ass before he even knew what was up
JUNGKOOK 정국: I feel like this brat would abandon you for real, just cause it was funny lol. But he’d prob make up for it by avenging your disqualification by absolutely destroying whoever it was that took you out
pssst... I'm sad and lonely ;~; do you have any cute pavellan fics?
Just for you <3 (Pavellan, approx 1800 words, most under the cut)
“I love you.”
Varlen smiled as Dorian’s gaze flicked up from his book, quartz-grey
eyes bright like the stars hovering beyond the window. He had been in the process of
getting dressed for bed when the stray volume had snagged his attention, resting
absently on the corner table. In a half-aware stupor, he had started reading it with
only part of his outfit unbuckled. Now the straps hung loose, metal clasps catching
the wavering glow of the candles, reflecting sharp points of light onto the
walls. They clinked as he turned to face Varlen, eyebrow arched.
“Is… something the matter?” Dorian asked, genuine concern
tinging the words. He closed the book, slipping his thumb between the pages to
mark his place. It was an unconscious gesture – little more than a force of habit. It was yet
another thing Varlen adored. It had taken time, but he had finally started to
notice more of the small things. Endearing things Dorian didn’t even realise he did.
“Does something need to be wrong for me to tell you that?”
Varlen shook his head, chuckling from where he sat cross-legged on the bed.
“Can’t I just feel affectionate?”
A smile tugged at the corner of Dorian’s mouth as he moved
towards the bed with slow steps. But despite the warm expression, there was
something off about him. Something
that left a strange tightness in Varlen’s stomach that he couldn’t quite place.
“Well, I… appreciate it, amatus. I truly do.”
Nodding, Varlen tried to look encouraging. Bright, bubbly,
happy. That was what he did, after all. Even though his guts had knotted
inside him, he kept his face welcoming, lit with a smile. I shouldn’t have said that, he realised with creeping regret. That wasn’t…
Dorian sighed. A heavy, dead-weight sound as he slipped his
thumb from the book and placed it on the small table beside the bed, abandoning it once more. “You don’t have to do that, you know,” he said suddenly, reaching up to rub his temples with his fingertips. “I am explicitly
aware of my shortcomings, Varlen. You need not grin and bear it for my sake.”
Blinking, Varlen felt his bright expression shatter. It fell away in shards until all he was left with was his bare face and nothing to hide
“No, I… it’s not that, Dorian. It’s fine, really! You know I sometimes just blurt things out. I’m sorry.”
on the subject of Kelsox I’d like to clarify that I still love that
quote from Bill Lawrence that I posted last week particularly bc it
backs up what I’ve been saying all along, which is that Kelso and Cox
super compatible and the only thing that was in the way of them being
outright friends before season eight was the chief of medicine job
◇ 1. “Don’t be stupid, I’m not leaving you.” + 2. “You really think I’m letting you do this?” + 5. “I love you more than you love me.” + 8. “No, I didn’t fall in love with you just to lose you.”
◇ Sehun x reader
◇ these were actually separate requests but they all went together sooo…. Here u go!!
“You really think I’m letting you do this?” Sehun’s voice is filled with anger, jaw clenched and eyes pitch black. You almost shiver from fear, but even in your state you know that he would never hurt you.
The vampire in question huffs, crossing the room in a few strides to remove your hand from the suitcase filled with some of your belongings. “You really think I’m gonna let you leave me? No, I didn’t fall in love with you just to lose you.”
“Don’t be stupid, I’m not leaving you,” you say, folding your arms in annoyance. “I’m just gonna stay at Rosè’s for a while. I think - I think it’s best if we take a break.”
“A break?” He echoes, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance and confusion as he stares down at you. He speaks as if the concept is completely alien to him, which it might as well be. “Why exactly do we need a break? We’re mates - we don’t need breaks.”
You let out a frustrated sigh, avoiding his eyes as you abandon your suitcase and focus in the argument at hand. “I love you more than you love me, Sehun-”
“What?” His eyes widen, “Why - where did you hear that? How could you think that I don’t love you?” It almost surprises you how the usually cold vampire grasps your wrist with such tenderness, leading you over to his desk and easily lifting you and setting you down.
“Why would think that, my love?” He asks, grasping your chin gently so that you could meet his eyes as he moves in between your legs. “Have I done something wrong? Have I not proved how much I love you?”
You seem reluctant to tell him, but after he raises his eyebrows again, you can only sigh, looking down at the ground as you begin to tell him what had happened. “I was at my aunt’s house a few days ago - and you know how it is with witches and vampires… She started blabbing about how mates were probably fake and made up because you probably don’t love me anyway - and I know I shouldn’t believe her but… I don’t know, I grew up with her and I trusted her-”
“And now you think we need a break,” he finishes with a sigh, gently rubbing up and down your cheek. “Okay, then. If you want a break, I’ll give you a break.”
“No,” you shake your head as you realise how wrong you were. Your head was clouded with wrong judgements, and you didn’t know it until now. “I don’t want a break. Not from you, at least. Everything else? Yeah.”
“We have a house by the beach,” Sehun suggests against your hair, pressing a kiss there as he sways you back and forth, “When do you want to go?”
“Now, please,” you breathe as he pulls away, his lips so close yet so far from your own, “Take me away.”
“In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness inside you Can make you feel so small
But I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that’s why I love you”
I was pretty reluctant on posting this. I actually did and deleted shortly after. But after the work my friends had to convince me to upload it someplace… oh, well… Let’s give it a shot. ._.
Light Side Jedi Knight x Lana Beniko.
I really love them together because they have a huge character development together, even if they don’t agree - and they pretty much don’t, and do at the same time. Both are very pragmatic and have so much to learn from one another… I just wanted to capture a sweet and sincere moment (yet another).
I don’t know but, whoever it is, when I find them I’m going to beat that person senseless. Why? Because when they wrote that book, they obviously forgot to put the warning on the front. And now I’ve spent my life having that job. “Warning: real love may come with extraordinary amounts of sadness, depression and self-loathing.” Love can make you a reluctant existentialist.
Ryan Adams re: the question, “Who wrote the book of love?“ (Guardian Q&A, Nov 2008)
If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.
Words: 7000 (WOWOWOWOWOWOW)
Warnings: violence, choking, ash pit sex
Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader
Hello and welcome to the longest chapter I’ve ever fucking written in my life AHHHHHHH I am so sorry. I hope y'all enjoyed it and that all of it seemed necessary. To be honest, maybe it’s good I had two weeks to write this, because I’m not sure if I could have cranked this out in just one. The support I get from y'all is so incredible and I’m thankful for it every day. I still can’t believe my silly little story has people so engaged at all–but I do work hard and I’m glad that y'all enjoy it. I love you so much! Two chapters left! <3