An Aries mars is very explosive and the smallest thing will set them on a rampage, destroying everything in their path. They can be very blunt and tell it how it is, regardless of if they hurt others’ feelings. After all, they need to know the truth! They are absolutely savage and rip apart anyone that decides to cross them. This often means bridges get burnt quickly and in a rapid bush fire of anger. Unfortunately for an Aries mars, they move on much faster than everyone else. So they may try to talk to someone hours after an argument to find that person has blocked them and wants nothing to do with them.
A Taurus Mars is very hard to anger and they take a lot of pushing to finally react but when they do, it’s time to give up. It becomes like talking to a brick wall. They refuse to listen to anyone and will only do what they want which is frustrating to people around them. Their pride and stubbornness shines and blocks their ability to even consider doing anything but saying no, to everything. Their need to control themselves becomes very apparent in situations where they are distressed or under pressure.
A Gemini Mars often shows anger through acting superior or disinterested rather than aggressive. They seem to believe they are better than those who are more argumentative. Their ability to outwit any opponent often means they win fights, but only because they become unresponsive and sarcastic rather than actually having conversations. They move on very quickly but in the back of their mind, they love to think they are now more intelligent because they won a fight and will use that to their advantage.
A Cancer Mars is literally the most dramatic person you will ever meet. They are savage and go straight in for the sore point but as soon as you even slightly retaliate, they cry and act as though they have been horribly betrayed by their oldest friend and now they must live in anguish. They get defensive before they have even been accused which actually starts most of the arguments they are involved in. They seem to make every disagreement become a personal attack by everyone else onto them.
A Leo mars has this need to be the most important person in the room and when they’re not, they throw almighty tantrums. If someone does not pay enough attention to them, they become self-conscious and moody, especially towards that person. They won’t tell you why, though. You’re just left to wonder what you did to deserve the silent treatment. They work hard for attention and when it is not received, they are personally hurt. Also very stubborn, they have a really hard time letting things go.
A Virgo mars generally isn’t aggressive but they rip you apart with their criticism that quite often becomes personal and nasty. Their anger is usually shown through complaining and cynicism. They are very prone to “just doing it themselves” rather than having to explain things to other people because they believe they are the only ones that can do anything the right way. Often, they will shut people down before they get a chance and are able to make people feel as though they are inferior which means they are avoided when anything doesn’t go to plan as those around them know they’ll be on a rampage.
A Libra mars wants drama, no matter where or who it’s coming from or involving. They are always the instigator when issues arise and love to light the fire and then run away to watch from afar. Then, when it’s all said and done, they decide to come out and mend the situation to make themselves look like heroes. Very passive aggressive to anyone that crosses them but rarely take action, instead they will talk behind peoples’ backs and spread rumors which solves nothing and in fact, makes things worse.
A Scorpio Mars has an almost concerning amount of self-restraint which is even scarier than an explosive Mars sign as you can never tell what they’re thinking. They know how to not only cut deep, but leave scars for years on end. They have a very black and white outlook on life - it’s this or that. Pessimism is common and often alienates them from more happy-go-lucky people. They’re not bothered though, because anyone that sees the world in rose coloured glasses is an idiot, right? They’re able to destroy your self-worth without blinking an eye which means a lot of people tread on egg shells around them.
A Sagittarius Mars often starts fights that they can’t finish. They rarely look at the facts properly before diving in with their opinion and then get offended if you don’t agree. They are violent when they are irritated and literally will throw a chair at someone if they’re not doing what they want. They get bored super easily and will (literally) run away if things aren’t fast-paced enough to keep them interested. If you want someone you know will always be on your side, don’t ask them, their opinions and moods can change in a flash.
A Capricorn Mars believes they can do absolutely no wrong. They are big on betrayal and backstabbing, making it unfortunate for you if you cross them because you won’t hear about it from them, you’ll hear about it when there are rumors circling about you and you’re getting the silent treatment from 4 of your friends. They seem very unenthusiastic and placid but they are very convincing when they set their mind on something. They are very calm when angry which makes it more uncomfortable for everyone because they become distant and quiet when you have upset them and it is very hard to come back from that.
An Aquarius Mars is unbelievably clever but they often are bit by the “know-it-all” bug which makes them hard to converse with as they really don’t believe anyone can be on their level. They will fight back if they are forced to follow rules or requests they don’t agree with. They have a tendency to develop a god-complex and believe they are smarter, wittier and better than those around them. They become detached and disinterested when angry as if people are not worth their time which often leads people to dislike their blunt, entitled nature.
A Pisces Mars is endlessly fascinated by everything around them. They rarely get involved in any sort of disagreement or fight as they’re very chill and prefer the onlooker role instead. They are passionate about their opinions and beliefs and often take on a martyr role, even when there is no one going against them. It is as though they want to be defeated, so later they can prove themselves which can get on the nerves of people when they play the victim just to be redeemed.
Description: Assassins!AU; Private clients, high-profile targets, big payouts, underground layers - all part of the job when you’re a hitman in Kim Taehyung’s empire.
Genre: Action and smut (18+)
Word Count: 7.5k
Warnings: Jungkook’s POV, no reader insert, violence, character deaths, derogatory language, MAJOR BDSM themes (bloodplay, cumplay, knifeplay, breathplay), mentions of necrophilia.
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED. I’m not kidding.
A/N: Here it is! Please understand, again, that this is not going to be a lighthearted fic. This will be intense, with dark themes, and will include death. To a large degree. I’ve planned a whole AU around this, so please do not ask me to insert something you want or complain that so-so isn’t how you would do things. I do hope you enjoy it. :) If it’s not your cup of tea, ah well.
Thanks to @ellieljade for inspiration, beta-ing, and making my lovely banner. :)
Claire had arrived at the village three days prior and the tension that ran through it was palpable. She’d heard the stories of how the little hamlet had sided with one Earl over another. Two brothers vying for power; one ascended, the other roamed the lands wreaking havoc on those deemed his brother’s sympathizers. Rumours had the wannabe-Earl headed for them next.
She had only meant to stay a day or two before moving on, but there were more people that needed her help than she had anticipated. Rumours or not, she was more than eager to be gone; the villagers’ fear seeped through her, Claire had resolved to leave early the next morning, come what may.
They heard them just before daybreak.
A high pitch, blood curdling screech pierced the early misty dawn. Claire sat bolt upright, the sound going straight up her spine, making her entire body unpleasantly tingle. There was a moment, where the entire world stopped in silence. For a heartbeat after the cry, nothing moved, nothing breathed, nothing dared. Then the screaming started.
It was sheer pandemonium. Everyone seemed to burst out of their beds and crofts at once and ran every which way, but the marauders were far too organized for the farmers and crofters. They fell where they stood, no match for the violence that befell them.
Claire kept to the shadows, skirting her way tightly along the houses, trying to make it to the safety of the treeline and beyond, from whence the marauders had come. She tried to focus on the directions the sounds came from, but it was no use, there was just too much noise and carnage to focus on anything but keeping her heart from exploding out of her chest.
She found herself outside a stable, the horses frightened, neighing frantically, kicking at their stalls trying to get away from the shouts outside. Take a horse! she thought, you’ll get away quicker! But no sooner had the thought entered her mind, when a group of men burst into the stable, dragging women in with them - spoils of war. Claire pushed back into the shadows, praying they’d swallow her whole.
They spoke a tongue she didn’t recognize, a deep guttural sort of language, as rough as the men themselves. they were big and utterly savage. One man stood apart; a giant of a man, towered over the others, as drenched in blood as the rest. Something about him drew her gaze. Bloody sword in hand, shirt half-torn down the front, a gaping wound beneath, he had no woman of his own and didn’t seem all that pleased with those that did.
One of the other men pushed a woman toward him, forcing him to grab her by the shoulders and set her aside. He said something, fiercely glaring at the other man, who had stepped forward, his back to Claire, and stood an inch from him - he would have blocked out any other man from sight, large as he was, but he was no match the giant Berserker - glaring back. A fire blazed outside the stable, silhouetting the redheaded giant in a fiery haze.
His eyes suddenly flicked up over the man’s shoulder, as if he could feel the intensity of her gaze on him. His eyes locked with hers, fear paralyzing her to the spot. His face was a iron mask, she could read nothing whatsoever on it. Then, with an infinitesimal of head shakes; don’t scream, it said, gesturing her to the deeper shadows on her right. She did as he bid, crouching low into the corner and held her breath.
It felt like a lifetime, hands pressed against her ears, filled with pain and misery before the group was done and had moved on, but Claire had been too afraid to stand back up, to move, to even open her eyes, till she felt the gentlest of touches. Hands on her elbows urged her to her feet, yet she still didn’t dare open her eyes. A hand moved from her elbow and light a feather, brushed an unruly curl back behind her ear. A voice deep and soothing said something she didn’t understand, but knew from the tone of his voice, he meant nothing threatening. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked up into the face of the bloodied Berserker.
He spoke again, but she shook her head, “I don’t understand you,” she said, barely above a whispered breath. He looked surprised. It wasn’t something he was expecting.
“Don’t…” he said halting, “Don’t be afraid. I mean you no harm.”
She stared at him astonished. No one here spoke her language - herself only speaking their common tongue in bits and pieces, ‘where does it hurt?’ the only thing she truly needed to know how to say after all, to heal.
“What do you mean to do?” she asked shakily. His hands on her elbows tightened a fraction. She was still in her night shift, the cold morning air and the shock of the dawn’s savagery, had her shaking uncontrollably, yet she could feel the heat emanating from him and seep into her, as if he burned from within.
“See you safe,” she said, looking over his shoulder. Voices and hurried footsteps sounded from outside, moving to and fro. “If I can.”
“Why would you help me?”
He looked down at her, eyes soft, almost pleading. “There’s been enough death and pillaging tonight. If I can save just one, I will. They will not dishonour you, I won’t let them.”
She felt truly safe for the first time since it had all began, something about the young Berserker comforted her.
“You aren’t like the others. You’re not one of them, are you?” she said with a surety that surprised even her.
“You ask a lot of questions, do you know that,” he said, smiling a crooked smile at her that she couldn’t help but return.
Then they came. Footsteps rushing back into the stable. They had no time whatever to conceal themselves; the men upon them in a flash.
“Do my eyes deceive, or has young Jamie found himself a woman,” said one of them, voice dripping with contempt.
“This is none of your concern,” the Berserker replied, turning to face them, shielding her from view at the same time. He felt her fingers take a handful of the back of his shirt, holding fiercely to him.
“Easy! It isn’t like we’ve come to watch - though I have half a mind to - just glad to see you’ve taken to our ways at last. Your uncle will be pleased. Just remember to leave some for him when you’re done,” he smirked.
Claire had understood not a word of their conversation, but felt the burning fury of the Berserker’s last word and whatever the men he faced saw in his face was enough to have them back away from him and out of the stable. She kept her hands on his waist as he turned back to her. “What did you say to-” but her question was cut off as her hands came in contact with the wound across his torso, making him wince. “You’re hurt, “ she remembered, stupidly, peeling the blood soaked shirt away from the wound,
her fingers already drenched crimson.
“It’s nothing. We need to get you away from here! Now!” he said urgently. She could see his mind working as he thought of an escape route.
He closed his eyes trying to control his racing mind and heart. The men would have told his uncle already about the woman. And he knew his uncle well enough to know he’d covet her for nothing more than to spite him - to take what was his. He needed to get her away before they returned.
“Come! This way!” He said, and not waiting for any more questions, he grabbed her arm and rushed them out the stables and into the rising sun.
◇ i think i accidentally made this a bit more humorous than the other ones??? I dunno dude, just read on
Tensions were high between the clans of EXO and NCT. Despite the fact that EXO were 1st class vampires who had lived for centuries, and ruled over a lot of land and were feared by many, NCT seemed to instill fear into many with the use of their many allies.
It was only after a fight over territory that Suho had decided that enough was enough; he was adamant on keeping peace, mainly for the wellbeing of the mortals that lived on the land that was being fought for. Chen knew that a big reason for the wish of peace was Suho’s mate; a girl who lived on said territory and was under Suho’s protection.
Chen didn’t understand, honestly. Why Suho was so adamant on keeping peace, I mean. The territory was rightfully theirs, and Chen couldn’t give a crap about some human girl his brother was in love with. He’d paint the land red with blood if it meant keeping what was his.
He had never met his mate, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to after he saw what it did to his brothers; they became violent at even the smallest touches towards their mate, extremely over protective, and willing to do anything to keep them safe. Chen was happy to not have to care much about anything except himself and his brothers.
“Chen, I suggest you go and tell Baekhyun that we’re not covering his ass anymore,” Kyungsoo hisses from beside him. The music pounding through the club would make it hard to hear, if he was human; but he was a vampire, and could probably still hear Kyungsoo if he was whispering.
Chen inhales deeply, downing the rest of his drink and standing up. The clan leader of NCT spared him no glance, too busy conversing with Suho. He turns his head towards the bar that could be seen from the second floor, and, sure enough, there Baekhyun was. Chen gritted his teeth in annoyance before he was walking towards the stairs of the club that led to the dance floor, swarming with people.
This was the 3rd time Baekhyun had snuck off tonight to check up on his mate, the bartender. Each time he returned with blood on his hands, most likely from tearing the hands off of a Being who got to close to his mate. But Baekhyun was needed for business, and he couldn’t keep getting distracted.
He was walking down the stairs when he smelled it - he didn’t know what it was, but he smelled it. It was sweet, and heavy, crawling down his throat and into his lungs. It wasn’t fruit, or flowers, because they definitely didn’t compare to what he was smelling, but the effects of it were alarming - he could feel his irises turning a familiar black colour that only arised when his control was slipping out of his fingers, his fangs elongating.
His eyes searched the crowd beneath him frantically, looking for the source of the smell, before he was distracted by a cry - “Help!” His head snapped towards the source of the sound, which was outside, from the looks of it, and before he knew what he was doing, he was pushing through the crowds of werewolves and faeries and witches and whatever else there was, completely forgetting about Baekhyun.
He burst out into the cold night air with a growl, his fangs completely elongated and out for the world to see. He looked up and down the alley the entrance to the club was situated in, only to see what was happening - a girl, being held down by two men, screaming and crying for help.
He didn’t know what happened; one moment, he was standing there, the sweet scent invading his nostrils and making his head spin, and then the next, he was biting into the throat of one of the men, savagely tearing their necks apart for even daring to touch you.
You. Who were you? As Chen realized what he was doing, he let the men slump to the ground, heartbeats slowing down. He hears small whimpers coming from you, and he frowns. He doesn’t look the best - blood covering his chin and dripping down his neck, but he can’t leave you here. He’s not stupid - he knows that you’re his mate, and he knows that after what just happened, he wouldn’t dare leave you.
The sweet scent has dulled, to a light and beautiful fragrance that surrounds you. After calming himself, he kneels down beside you. He’s unsure of what to do; he wants to comfort you, to hug you and press kisses to your forehead and tell you that you were safe, but after what you just saw (and experienced), he thinks you’ve went through enough for one night.
“Hey, hey,” he murmurs as you try to scramble away from him, tears running down your face at the sight of the dead bodies behind him, the blood dripping from his face. “You’re okay now.”
“You - you killed them!” You cry, voice shaky with tears and fear. Chen flinches; how is he supposed to explain this without you passing out on him from fright?
“They were going to hurt you,” he mutters, licking his lips and tasting the bitter blood that had come from the disgusting men behind him. “I was protecting you.”
You only seem to realize the gleaming white fangs digging into his bottom lip now - and you don’t get more than a second to process his words, because your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and you’re slumping against the alleyway wall.
“Shit,” Chen curses, catching you before your head could hit the ground, pulling you close to inspect if you were hurt in any way. He casts a dark glare at the bodies behind him, almost losing control once again before he catches sight of you again, laying peacefully in his arms, and his heart rate calms. You didn’t give him any information on you, so he decides the best thing to do is take you home with him to rest.
“I needed to protect her,” Chen growls, baring his fangs at his elder brother. Xiumin scoffs, swirling his alcohol around his glass in irritation.
“That doesn’t change the fact that you killed two humans,” Xiumin inhales deeply, resting his head on his hand and staring into the fiery hearth in front of him. “You’re just lucky the Rulers decided to let you off because she was your mate - but what will NCT think? They’ll use this as an excuse to say that we’re not safe enough to rule over Mortal territory.”
Chen scoffs, “As if they’re any safer. Yixing managed to get information on a recent massacre that NCT conducted. I don’t think they’ll be fighting us any time soon.”
Xiumin goes to disagree, before his head snaps to the side and he’s staring at the hallway. He sighs, downing his drink before pouring some more. “Looks like your mate is awake.”
Chen is up before he knows it, nodding his goodbye to his brother and striding down the hallway to Chen’s bedroom, where you were laying. He pushed open the heavy oak door slowly, not wishing to scare you but alerting you of his presence. He hears the hitch in your breath as he comes into view, the speed of your heart rate increasing.
“I trust you slept well?” He questions, cocking an eyebrow as he approaches the bed you had been sleeping in. He pulls out the chair from his desk and turns it towards the bed so that he can face you.
“Y-yes. I did.” Your voice is quiet but it’s an improvement from the hysterical screaming and crying you had been doing earlier. Chen guesses that getting rid of the blood that had covered him helped make you feel better.
It’s silent for a moment as you both decide what to do. He wants to hold you, to explain what was happening and to assure you that he would never hurt you as those men in the alleyway had almost. You wanted to ask him who he was, what he was, where you were and what exactly he had planned for you.
“My name is Chen,” he murmurs, taking in how your facial features changed and contorted. “And I’m a vampire. And you… you’re my mate.”
He didn’t know how you would react to his blunt statement, but he knew sugar coating it would just give you some nasty surprises in the long run. Your breath hitches and your eyes screw shut. He can see you clenching your fists and he waits for what you’ll say next.
“You… you’re a vampire.”
“And… you - you eat people.”
“Well, yes, I guess.”
You let out a nervous laugh, gulping lightly. “Well, I guess that explains what happened in the alleyway.” Chen cocks an eyebrow as he hears your heart beat speed up extremely quickly.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think…” You trail off, shutting your eyes tight, trying to calm your breathing. “What… what will happen to me?”
“Well,” Chen starts, reaching over to grasp your hand in his, reveling in the feeling of your skin on his, “As my mate, I will protect you, care for you, and love you.”
“That sounds promising,” you smile lightly. He chuckles softly, soothingly running his thumb over the smooth skin of your hand. “I look forward to it.”
“As do I, my love.”
“That was stupid of you,” Chen raises an eyebrow, sipping at the deep red liquid that was contained in the crystal glass, four years after he met you, “Who faints after they see a pair of fangs?”
You scoff from your space in his arms, head resting on his chest and not caring about the Beings that could see you. Nobody dared to mess with Chen - especially while his mate was by his side. “Who can’t control their own fangs?”
Chen shakes his head in amusement, setting the crystal glass on the glass table in front of him. “That was quite possibly the hardest thing to control in all my 1000 years of living. Your scent-” He inhales deeply, as if savoring the sweet smell that had consumed him, “It was the sweetest thing I had ever smelled… I couldn’t even control my fangs, or my eyes. All I knew was that I had to keep you from getting hurt in any way, shape or form.”
“Well, you’ve done an amazing job so far,” you murmur softly, resting a hand on your protruding stomach. Chen smiles, covering your hand with his own and intertwining your fingers, knowing that whatever child you bore, he would protect you both with his life.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
The cruelest part of his imprisonment was that he was not restrained.
He could roam his own home freely, Grindelwald didn’t live there, and as such he could destroy it as his temper lashed out, as his desperation grew, and Grindelwald could come in, gleefully surveying the physical evidence of his prisoner’s frustration, the destruction wrought upon Percival Graves’ expensive flat and all the personal items therein.
Hey, can you recommend any fanfics with a focus on the relationship of Draco and Lucius or just Draco's childhood in general? I love your blog btw, it's always a pleasure to see your posts on my dashboard xx
Aww, that’s so sweet! I’m so glad to hear that!
This is another tough rec request because as I’ve compiled this short list I realize that I pay much more attention to the relationship between Narcissa and Draco in stories than I do between Lucius and Draco. I did my best to find some for you, though! While most of these don’t have a central focal point around the things you asked for, they each do have the relationship between Lucius and Draco as a plot point. You also might try out some Veela!Draco fics, many of them tend to include the Malfoys.
Turn by saras_girl [NC-17, 300k+] Summary: One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.
Tea and No Sympathyby who_la_hoop [NC-17, 70k] Summary: It’s Potter’s fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It’s been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco’s getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he’s falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?
Left My Heart by emmagrant01 [NC-17, 200k+ Warnings in the summary notes on part 2] Summary: Auror Draco Malfoy has disappeared, and Harry Potter has been sent to San Francisco to find him.
The Arc of the Pendulum by brummell [NC-17, 30k] Summary: After his father casts a mysterious curse on Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is forced to make things right.
The Heart of Meby luxie [R, 69k] Summary: Harry is the first to admit he’s a bit of a mess. He hides behind his job as an Auror in the special May 2 unit, because the only things that can keep the dark memories at bay are the rush of the chase and the chance of saving lives. But when Draco Malfoy gets himself locked inside a Horcrux, there is only one thing Harry can do to save him. He has to open up.
A Thousand Beautiful Thingsby geoviki [NC-17, 35k] Summary: Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.
Timeshareby astolat [NC-17, 14k] Summary: “It’s not for long,” Hermione said. “By the time we get back to Hogwarts, the Unfettering Brew will be ready.” “Listen to you!” Ron said. “He’s got to get through a month with the Dursleys and a month at Malfoy Manor. With Draco Malfoy.” “Yeah, thanks,” Harry said, because he hadn’t just spent the last week contemplating just how much more horrible his summer holidays were about to be than they’d ever been before.
In Which Harry is Magnetic North and Draco is an Idiot by bryoneybrynn [PG-13, 13k] Summary: For as long as he can remember, Draco’s been bringing fake dates to his family’s annual Yuletide celebration in order to evade his mother’s matchmaking. This year, Potter’s posing as his pretend boyfriend. But as the party gets underway, it gets unclear who’s playing who, who’s pretending what, who’s not pretending at all, and what the game really is. Confused? Yeah, so is Draco.
A Man Named Potter by loveglowsinthedark [NC-17, 15k (part 2 is the family stuff)] Summary: Potter begins to take me apart, each savage, pounding thrust peeling away layer after layer of everything that I am, reaming me open in a way that makes me wonder how I’ll ever be able to let anybody else but him fuck me after this.
Cool so I actually really liked this, and it has no real tie to any universe, but I finally hammered out that scene inspired vaguely by Nothing More’s “Ripping Me Apart.” Good song, 10/10, would recommend.
It was hard to have dignity when his every breath rattled in his throat. It was hard to have dignity as he tried - and failed - to convince himself to push himself further than his hands and knees. It was hard, but Fax clung to it, assessing every ache and cut and burn that littered his form. It could be worse. Then again, he noted distantly, he was shaking pretty badly. That didn’t bode well.
Julian falls forward into Henny’s arms, freed of his restraints, and she breathes out, sharply. In shock. In relief. She pulls back and looks into his face, her eyes still watery with tears, a smile daring to tug at her lips. She sweeps a thumb over his cheekbone, reverently, and sucks in another, shaking breath. She lets it fill her lungs.
“You’re safe,” she manages. The words come out wobbly, as if she can’t believe them even as they leave her lips, and she lets out a disbelieving, breathy laugh, pressing her forehead to his. “You’re safe, you’re safe, you’re safe.”
A/N: Introduction of new character. I have no idea if this would be how the legal system works so lets just pretend and use our imaginations…
Warnings: Mentions of blood and death. Kind of hoping to make people cry. Big time violence at the end and (obviously) cliff hanger ending. Enjoy! Please tell me what you think!
Word count: 3476
Alice made her way back to the motel, mind going over and over the practicalities of what she was trying to plan… It wasn’t just dangerous…legally it was life in prison if she got caught. Alice wanted to just go and burn the bloody place down, she had done that before when she had had no other choice, but that had been diﬀerent circumstances and only one vamp. Fire, whilst fast acting, wasn’t sudden enough to catch a building full of vamps unawares. Also, their sense of smell was better then a humans, if she ran around the building dropping petrol everywhere they would smell it before she could get far, then they would either get her and kill her or spook and move somewhere else and Alice would have to start all over again. Alice didn’t know what would be worse.
Alice stopped to get breakfast for her and the Bens, ﬁnally ﬁnding the nest and having a plan (or a start of a plan) had brought on an extreme appetite. Strolling leisurely back from the diner, Alice couldn’t help but feel close to happy, almost free from this burden, a friendly face waiting at the motel, hot fresh cooked breakfast in the paper bag in her hand and the future stretching out before her…a future that still hopefully contained one James Buchanan Barnes…Alice was feeling good. When Alice ﬁnally got back, the ﬁrst thing she did was go to Bens room, she didn’t want the food to get cold.
Getting to his door she stopped dead. It was partially open and there was a smell coming from inside…coppery and thick.
Dropping the food, Alice crashed through.
And felt her partially healed heart break all over again.
“BEN!!! Ben…no, please please please…” Alice was sobbing, she rushed over to way Ben lay broken on the ﬂoor. Blood was everywhere…her boots became painted red. Alice knew straight away what had happened…that they had ﬁnally found her, and they had killed Ben instead. Alice could hear people nearby, there was screaming and yelling. Eventually someone pulled her away, pointlessly put their ﬁngers to Bens neck to look for a pulse…there was hardly any neck left. Alice was being dragged away by the police when she spotted Ben Junior, torn apart by savage teeth and claws. Ben, the miracle dog who came to her rescue with his own teeth, butchered like some farm animal. Alice let herself pass out, her last thought shamed her for the rest of her life…at least it wasn’t Bucky…
Waking up slowly, Alice found herself in the back of a police car. Making to move her hands, she found them bound in handcuﬀs, Alice immediately started panicking, being tied up was not something that she would ever be calm about. “Hey calm down okay? You were kind of violent when we took you out, those cuﬀs were only put on to protect yourself. And us obviously.” Alice looked up at the female oﬃcer talking to her “Please take these oﬀ…please I-I can’t h-handle…” Curiously, the woman said “Yeah sure honey, you promise you’ll stay calm? We’re gonna have to bring you in as you found him but I have to think about everyone else as well as you, going into the station. Don’t try anything okay?” Alice nodded her head as quickly as she could, logically she knew she could break out of these handcuﬀs but all her strength had deserted her.. shock had sapped it, the barrier between what was happening right now and what had happened in the past was paper thin. Slowly the woman unlocked them, as soon as she did Alice breathed easier. “Why are you taking me in? Obviously I didn’t do it, no normal person could do that.” “It’s only procedure. You found that guy, we need to know who killed him and you might’ve seen something that can help the detectives ﬁnd them.” Not before I ﬁnd them ﬁrst, Alice thought darkly. At the station, Alice waited. Staring into space, she let her mind go blank. But she was never on her own anymore..especially in her head. Ben is dead. Ripped to shreds. Your fault. Not my fault.
He would’ve been better if you never met him. He should have just let you be-
Alice snapped back to awareness as the detective entered the room. “Sooo. Jane Smith yes?” “Yes.” “It’s strange, Jane. We can’t seem to ﬁnd you anywhere.” Alice kept her eyes trained just over the guys shoulder “I’m right in front of you. How hard are you looking?” The detective regarded her, he was quite young, maybe 35 or so and had the look of someone that took great care of their appearance and thought very highly of themselves. Alice disliked him instantly. He reminded her of Simon. “Ya know…I’ve met Brits before and I still can’t work out when you guys are deliberately tryin’ to joke or when you’re being serious.” “And you’re a detective…no wonder this city is overrun with animals butchering innocent people.” Smirking the detective looked down at a slim ﬁle he had brought in with him “See? There, I can tell you’re as serious as cancer.” Alice just sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “So…Jane Smith. As I was sayin’ can’t ﬁnd you anywhere on the system and you say you don’t have any ID with you?” “No.” “No passport?” “It got stolen.” “Driving license?” “Didn’t need one.” Alice shrugged. “What about living permits? Working permits?” “Wasn’t planning on sticking around that long.” Smiling openly now, he just shook his head “Well I think you oughta make those plans now sweetheart. You’re the only one who had any access to Ben and you were covered in his blood. You’re under arrest for his murder darlin’” Alice blinked. That shouldn’t have come as a surprise. “Well. I guess I need a lawyer don’t I?”
Alice waited another hour or more. Hunger gnawing at her stomach and her head starting to pound, Alice wanted to wake up. Just go back 6 months to when she had seen those 2 newspapers under her door. Every time she thought about what she had done in those ensuing minutes…she just couldn’t remember why she had done what she had done. Alice would do anything to turn back the clock. Ben would still be alive… “Jane Smith?” Alice was lost in her thoughts, didn’t hear the deep quiet voice. A pair or red spectacles on a face with brown hair and scruﬀy stubble was suddenly in her eye line from across the table. The man was reasonably tall, slightly built but Alice could sense a lot of strength under that suit. This must be her lawyer then. “I’m sorry.” Alice shook her head, “I was a bit spaced. Yes, I’m Jane.” “Matt Murdock, I’m your defence attorney.” “Oh” Alice looked him over, Murdock had his head in her direction but she couldn’t feel him watching her…Alice looked a bit lower and spotted the cane. Oh. Right. “Well, I’m sure you hear this all the time but I didn’t do it.” Smiling gently, Murdock gestured to the seat “Do you mind if I sit?” “Yes please…umm do you need help…or…?” Murdock’s smile froze in place “No.” “Oh God, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to oﬀend you. Please, accept my apology? I’m not at my best today I’m afraid.” Smile slowly turning back into something genuine, Murdock shook his head as he sat down “I accept your apology. You’re hardly the ﬁrst. Quite polite though so, there’s that.” “My parents always taught me to be polite.”
Smile dropping ever so slightly, Alice’s new lawyer sat up straighter “Okay, so. First thing, you’re right, I do hear the whole “I didn’t do it all the time.” However, that doesn’t mean that you aren’t in fact innocent.” “Well, if it helps, I’m going to give you the easiest job ever.” Cocking his head to the side, the lawyer seemed to be trying not to laugh “Oh, I don’t doubt it. I genuinely don’t think you did this. The cops just saw you ﬁrst.” Snorting, Alice grumbled “Typical, the ﬁrst time I ever get seen as dangerous is when someone is murdered.” “What was that?” “Oh. Nothing. So, how about I give you a list of all the places I have been overnight? At least some of those streets will have CCTV, I bet that it will prove that I was no where near that motel when Ben was…when he was…” Alice took a shaking breath and tried to blink back the tears that had abruptly shown up. Ben was dead. Ben was DEAD. Alice had tried to keep that thought at bay until she was alone but, talking about how she was innocent…all the places to look for her. Alice was never going to see him again. Ben Junior would never try to comfort her after a nightmare again.
What did I do? Why have I arrived here? Poor Ben. He didn’t deserve to meet me, no matter what his past. I’m sorry Ben. I wish you had never met me.
“When he died.” Murdock finished quietly. “I uh…haven’t seen the pictures obviously but, well they tell me it was quite horrifying. Do you have idea who could have done that? Did Ben mention any enemies at all? Maybe the mob or something?” The mob?! Ben should’ve been so lucky. Sniﬃng, Alice shook her head. When he silence dragged she remembered and blurted “No. No he never mentioned anything. He didn’t like talking about his past.” “Well, it’s up to the cops to ﬁnd out who killed him. It’s up to me to get you oﬀ.” Matt went bright red, coughing he quickly continued “Get you oﬀ of those charges. Tell me where you’ve been overnight and then I’ll get them on it. You should be out within the next few hours.” Alice was still trying to ﬁgure out what had caused him to blush and stammer, shrugging, Alice reeled oﬀ a comprehensive list along with times but warned Matt that the times were an estimate at best “I wasn’t planning on having to defend myself against murder charges after all.” Smiling again, Matt Murdock stood up, “I’ll get them to move you to a cell in the meantime.” Before he left, Matt turned to her “Why were you out all night? You went everywhere in one night, were you looking for something?” Alice’s heart rate sped up, she couldn’t help it. Not that it mattered of course, it’s not like he would know. “No, I’m an insomniac. One of the reasons why I came here, New York is the city that never sleeps or whatever. I was just exploring.” “Dangerous thing. A woman exploring this city on her own at night.” Tipping her chin up, Alice gave the smallest of smiles “Depends on your point of view I suppose.” Frowning, Matt left the room.
Another 6 hours later, Alice marched her way out of the precinct. More than enough footage had been found to clear her. Walking out, Alice ﬂipped the bird up at Detective Dick (turns out his name was Detective Richards. Alice couldn’t help it if it was so appropriate). Alice wasn’t too surprised to see Matt Murdock waiting for her outside, carrying on towards him Alice stopped in front of him on the stair above him, it put them at nearly eye level and Alice was feeling too light headed to bother looking up at someone who couldn’t see her anyway. “If you give me your card, I’ll make my way over to your oﬃce tomorrow to pay you. I don’t have the cash on me right now.” “Wow. Don’t be too grateful that I cleared you of those charges.” “I just oﬀered to bloody pay you. What more do you want?” “Your promise not to do something stupid. Like going looking for whoever killed your friend.” Rolling her eyes, Alice murmured “Do I look stupid to you or something Matt?” One raised eyebrow from him had Alice stammering “Oh for fucks sake…. I’m sorry. Again. Just for Gods sake, NO! I will not be going gallivanting oﬀ after a man who looks like he kills people by eating them. Not like that nutter vigilante. I don’t have a bloody death wish.”
After a pause, Matt reached into his jacket pocket, “Here is where our oﬃces are. I expect to see you tomorrow.” Alice was really starting to feel dodgy, “See me? How?” “It’s a ﬁgure of speech Jane.” “Whatever. I’ll be at your oﬃce tomorrow bright and early. Probably with doughnuts or something for when I remember how insuﬀerably rude I’ve just been.” “You could just apologise.” “Don’t tell me what to do.” Alice was trying for joking but it came out much harsher than intended. Shock crossed his face, before he broke out into a grin “No. I don’t think I would dare. Do you have an email? I’ll send you through the bill.” Closing her eyes and pressing he hands to the lids, Alice shook her head “No. No email. It’s ﬁne, I’ll just bring cash.” “Hey, are you okay?” “I’m ﬁne. I’m going back to the motel for sleep now. Bye.” Alice turned away and then shot back around “Also, thank you. Seriously. You’re a good lawyer to know.” Alice walked away towards the subway before he could say anything else.
Three weeks later…
Alice looked down at her Scythe in her hands. It would make tonight so much easier, she knew that. Tonight shouldn’t be easy though, tonight needed to be hard. It needed to be painful. Tonight….everything would ﬁnally end.
“Matt Murdock?” “Yes? Who is this?” Alice looked at the phone in her hand, she had him on speaker as she was getting ready. “Hi Matt it’s Al- it’s Jane Smith.” A pause. “Hello Jane. What can I do for you?” “I fancy getting a lawyer on retainer. I thought of you.” A longer pause. “Why? Are you in trouble?” “No. Just…bad things can happen at any point right? I want to know that there is someone on my side when the dust settles. If, you know, it were to get kicked up.”
If a silence could be thoughtful, Alice would deﬁnitely class this one as such.
“Jane… if you put me on retainer, you know anything you say is conﬁdential right?” “Of course I do. I watch TV.” “Well, you can tell me if you’re in trouble. I can help.” “I’m not in trouble. Just want a lawyer because….because.” “Jane-“ “My name is Alice for Gods sake. Just tell me the company bank details already.” “I knew that Jane wasn’t your real name.” “Yes very perceptive Matt. Details. Now please.” “Ja-Alice…are you going to go after who killed your friend? The police don’t know anything, if you do you need to tell me now. I told you not to do anything stupid.” “No, you asked me to promise not to do anything stupid. And I made no such promise.” “Alice..” Huﬃng out a furious breath, Matt tried again “Why don’t you come and meet me? You can give me this retainer in person and I’ll buy you a drink.” “I’m not getting a drink Matt. Just take my money and I’ll leave you alone.” Sat on the bed, Alice waited. Technically, if tonight went to plan she doubted she would actually need a lawyer. Still… the cops here seemed to be deeply stupid, she might need a lawyer after all. Better safe than sorry. “….Fine. I’ll give you the details. Don’t make me regret this Alice.” “Wouldn’t dream of it Matt.” Famous last words…
Alice had been busy the last 3 weeks. Losing Ben had almost made her give up. Who cared if vampires were living in New York? As evidenced by the news streams, Alice was hardly the only super strong person living here, eventually someone would pick up on what was going on and they would ﬁgure out how to kill them. Alice was just…so tired. She had lived this way almost half her life, getting away and never looking back was a lovelier and lovelier picture the more she thought about it. The life she really wanted though…she couldn’t honestly live it and live with herself if she didn’t at least try to ﬁnish this. So she had researched and bought various things. During the nights she had been travelling back to Hells Kitchen and waiting until that church was empty. Then she had been planting what was necessary. It was the only plan she could think of, Alice needed to do more than just kill them all. Alice needed to know what had brought them here in the ﬁrst place, if there were more coming. Thinking back over and over about the night she had “escaped”, the morning she had “left” Bucky, she was becoming more and more convinced that there was more going on than just vamps following her here. Alice’s plan was simple. Get them to take her in the church, question them. Then, come sunrise, regardless if she was still in there, blow the fuckers up.
Alice left the motel room and headed towards the subway. Alice had put her Scythe back under the ﬂoorboards after talking to Matt, if she made it out tonight then it would be there waiting for her. If not, it was because she was dead and well…when they knocked the place down in however many years someone would get a nice surprise. Alice could feel the nervous tension screaming through her veins, it was barely sundown and she would have to wait until as close to sunrise as possible before heading to the church. Alice put her hands in her pockets, she really hoped she ran into more than one vamp before the night was over. Alice was spoiling for a ﬁght. 8 hours later and Alice had got her wish, sort of. Alice had met 4 vamps but none of them were especially skilled at ﬁghting so it had been far too easy. Alice didn’t want to think of herself as a bully so when they couldn’t ﬁght like she could she had just staked them. It left her feeling especially antsy though, like ants crawling over her skin, you know, I heard that’s what it’s like if you have really bad sex…or no sex at all.
Oh thanks a lot. Just what I need to be thinking about before throwing myself to the lions.
Bucky looks like he would be really good at sex…
Oh…shut the fuck up for heavens sake.
Forcefully shoving any thoughts of Bucky out of her head, Alice began to make her way to Hells Kitchen. Alice got there with just over an hour to spare before sunrise. Keeping back again, she waited a while for a vamp to make it’s way to the door. When it got to 15 minutes before sunrise, Alice saw one go in. Adjusting the sleeves on her jacket, Alice got up and she quickly ran up to it from behind and shoved it face ﬁrst into the room beyond. Looking around, she could see just a few less vamps then she had counted before but she couldn’t spot Ethan anywhere. All eyes were trained on her, moving back to the door, Alice closed it behind her, pulled the stake out of her pocket and softly said “I’m sorry I’m late, I’m here now though so come and have a go.” About 4 rushed at her whilst more started to create a circle around her and bring her further into the room. Alice fought like the warrior she really was, some of them sucked at ﬁghting and others deﬁnitely had some skill but Alice was nothing but rage now, everything that had happened to her in the last 3 years, all the people she had lost, Alice took it and used it to kick the ever loving shit out of all these vampires that kept on screwing with her life. However, numbers don’t lie, Alice was outnumbered by a staggering amount and when one managed to kick her square in the chest and send her ﬂying backwards into the wall, there was nothing Alice could do. As she lay on the ﬂoor, all movement suddenly stopped around her and she could hear heavy footsteps heading her way. A pair of ice blue eyes looked down at her “Well, well. The Slayer ﬁnally shows up.”
Ethan stood up and towered over Alice’s prone form. “Sorry Slayer. But ﬁnders keepers.”
Ethan’s boot crashed into Alice’s face and everything went dark.
We have been in our new apartment for a little over a week now and have had our keys for about two. We weren’t actively looking for a new place but sometimes things pop up when you least expect it. Moving is no fun but putting together a new home that is just ours is and that has been a joy even when we are exhausted and dirty and covered in paint. We officially are downtowners now and are excited to be closer to work for both of us. Our street is quiet and lined with lilac trees despite being five minutes from Yonge St. I have been reading a lot lately about editing your life and your belongings and just living smaller in general and purging through this move and deciding what we really need and enjoy has been a good move in a new direction. It is good to be home. Also hi! I haven’t been here in a long time and I hope everyone is doing well.
request(s): Hi. I loved your story “snatchers”; you are such a great writer. I was wondering if you could please write something about Newt teaching the reader about his creatures. Thank you! (by @tigerinravenclawsclothing)
Newt showed his lady friend (for Who he has feelings for) around the habbits of the creaturs. The creaturs will think that she is his mate. Later newt and the girl fall a sleep. And the creaturs wanna help him out so they build a nest a round them. (by @ship-it-girl)
a/n: lololol kieRA wrote this but i (roxanna the evil piece of shit) snuck into her draft so hemhem anyways a big THANKYOU to the account that said i was a good writer because i felt super freaking fly afterwards ;-) ANYWAYS ENJOY KIERA’S AMAZING HARD WORK YALL
kiera: … oh well
nestled // newt scamander
Newt’s case was officially the most exciting place you’ve ever been in.
It was a whole new place, a whole new world, you’ve never even heard of! It was totally devoid of any humans, yet filled with the most interesting beings on the planet. Your eyes were wide with disbelief as Newt walked through the lands purposefully in front of you, the buckets of food in his arms, like all these creatures were a sight he already grew used to. You supposed he would have, after all these years, but what you didn’t know was that Newt wasn’t as confident as he looked–on the contrary, he was terribly on the edge, wondering if you would be impressed by what you saw.
Newt had loved you ever since you defended his creatures back in Hogwarts.
You were the only person who truly related to his love of these beings, often wanting to learn as much as you could from him and his extraordinary ‘pets’. Later on, you moved to America before you could graduate from Hogwarts, completing your education in Ilvermorny. It wasn’t until lately that Newt sent you an owl, informing you that he was visiting in New York, and wondered if you would care to meet.
You never thought that a catch-up session would turn into a trip into his magical suitcase. Stunned by the majestic creatures, you reluctantly shuffled forward as Newt moved on, determined not to make eye-contact with you if he could help it.
Newt had thought that what he had on you was merely a crush. But seeing you again after all these years, it had obviously grown into something much more.
And Newt had no idea how to deal with it.
“Scamander! Can we please slow down so I can look at them?” you begged, refusing to tear your eyes away from a large creature the size of a horse, spikes running down from its head to its long, strong-looking tail. It had something like tentacles sprouting from its mouth, and would have looked quite aggressive if it wasn’t tending to a younger one.
Newt’s heart skipped a beat when he realised, as beautiful as you may have grown to, you were hardly any different on the inside. Smiling when he heard you call him “Scamander,” which was something you loved to do, he spun around, clutching the metal bucket tightly as he walked back to you.
“This,” he attempted to sound professional, “is called a Graphorn. They are often found in Europe mountains, and the mountain trolls just love to ride them. They hate it, though.” Newt placed the bucket on the floor, casually tossing the mystery meat out of it.
The Graphorn lunged after it, tackling the meat and tearing it apart savagely. You looked in wonder as it paid you no attention, only looking up to nuzzle Newt in thanks.
“And this, is a Nundu,” the two of you stopped beneath a large rock, where a large, lion shaped creature with tiny sharp pikes on its body lay, resting. “This was incredibly hard for me to capture by my own. When it roars, it inflates itself like a pufferfish would, scaring off and eliminating any competition.”
Newt lifted his shirt to show a large, jagged scar that ran from his bellybutton to the side of his stomach. You blushed when he did, his muscles not going unnoticed as you stared intently at it. (a/n: go search up eddie redmayne shirtless because it might be the best fucking decision you make :-D )
“I got this scar when the Nundu attacked me. I was very lucky though. It’s spikes didn’t go deep, just scrapped the surface of my flesh. It could have been fatal.”
You ran a finger tentatively across it, and Newt repressed a shudder from your warm fingers.
You smiled softly at him, looking up into his pale blue eyes. “This place is wonderful,” you breathed sincerely. “I could live here forever.”
Unknown to you, Newt’s heart melted.
The two of you carried on, Newt continuing his commentary and you looking at everything in awe. You learnt that a Diricrawl was know as a Dodo bird to Muggles, and because of their teleporting abilities, they thought that they were long extinct. You gasped when the Mooncalves appeared from their burrows, earnestly crowding around Newt as he tossed them food. You laughed when you watched Newt attempt to place his Bowtruckle, Pickette, back onto the tree where the others were playing. Pickette held onto his hand for dear life, and Newt gave up after a while, grumbling that it was too attached to him for its own good.
By the time you arrived back where Frank the Thunderbird was perched at, you were exhausted. You collapsed onto the ground dramatically, spreading your limbs as you sighed out loud. “This place is amazing!” you yelled to Newt.
Frank flapped his wings in agreement, creating such a wind that Newt laughed as you quickly got up to avoid Frank’s claws, Repositioning yourself below his perch, you rested your head against your arms.
Newt came to join you, lying by your side as your eyelids fluttered open and close. The two of you lay on the straw, comfortable silence taking over.
He looked over at you when you shifted to lie closer to his chest. His heart jumped in his throat.
“(Y/n)?” he asked softly.
You were out like a light in less than a minute. You sighed against his clothed chest, unconsciously muttering his name. “Newt…”
Newt lay back, content. Everything was perfect in this moment.