#aurora arising

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#annisokay #aurora #the cocaines got your tongue #poster #poster design #graphic design #photo manipulation #metalcore #metalhead #fan art #arising empire #melodic metal #post hardcore #germany

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𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 — 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧 , 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞

pairings! Jing Yuan & Blade (separate) ;; Black gen!reader (They/them) ఌ angst w/comfort, platonic relationships ఌ cw! mc is mute, implied use of sign language, blood + mention, death implied on Blade’s part, ooc maybe, spelling mistakes/improper grammar, not proofread ఌ synopsis! A new soul is tasked to guide spirits to finally cross with peace ఌ song rec! All is Soft Inside - AURORA

Xenos’s notes - I kinda just downloaded a bunch of games last night for no reason. This was mainly inspired off of Spiritfarer and I love that game sm.

With Jing Yuan, he found you intriguing.

You were neither dead or alive. You were an soul that was wandering among the universe to find ones that were lost. Most of were strangers that you have never met before. Few of them were family that you long lost since you had started traveling the universe. Everywhere you had been, except for the Xianzhou Loufu. The natives were long live species, and a spirit had warned you that it wouldn’t be necessary to go to Xianzhou. Solely because of the dangers that lurked around the corners.

Jing Yuan barely even sees you. You haven’t visited for nearly 500 years. Since there was problems arising of the fallen becoming mara-struck and immortalized to never be able to pass, there was nearly no point of you coming back. Which brings a surprise to the Ten-Lord commission of the whispers that you were here. One thing leading to another, here stood Jing Yuan in your vicinity with your back turned to him.

“Spiritfarer..” His voice was smooth yet filled with an sense of wonder. Giving an his infamous smile as he caught your attention. “What brings you here to the Loufu?”

His gaze turns over to the woman next to you. One who was always accompanying you on your journey through the universe (aside from the little white lion cub that was tailing after you). She explains what the situation was and why you were here. It was apparent that you needed supplies for the spirits and the ship at hand. Mainly food since one had been so curious about the Xianzhou.

It was a moment of silence for Jing Yuan. Thinking over what has been said as he kept his gaze locked onto you. In your hands, you were carrying a basket of goods. Who knows how much longer you would have to stay. But he might as well help you with whatever tasks that you need to get done.

Jing Yuan was an man of patience. He enjoys hearing about what type of people you’ve met on your own and what it was like within the universe. The general loves all the trinkets you show him, showing a feign of amusement when you had showed him the bottle of lightning that you accidentally brought along. This, of course, doesn’t go unnoticed by Yanqing who had came into the gardens during the midst of you showing the lightning bottle to Jing Yuan. He made a little note to later make sure that you weren’t by yourself when it’s raining. Especially when Yanqing was with you.

He was aware that all of your tasks were complete for the time being. Yet as you two bid your farewells, he snuck a little gift onto your hand without you barely realizing it. It was a golden pendant with the linings engraved into a lion. One that reminded you of the lion cub that you shamelessly had to drag away from Mimi countless of times due to it wanting to bother her.

“Till next time, spiritfarer—“

He was nearly cut off by the sudden embrace of yours. Jing Yuan was caught off guard by this. Seeing how you were tightly hugging him as if you truly didn’t want to depart from this world. He gave a gentle smile to you as he wrapped his arms back around you. The small height difference was good enough for him to lift you up, squeezing you tightly. It almost felt like forever before you pulled away from him. Everything was at peace with him.

But with Blade, you couldn’t tell what he thinks.

Every so often there was a chance of running into him. It was never when he was alive, nor really dead. He was struck with mara and immortalized with no key way of knowing what can truly kill him. The first few times you ran into him, you managed to stay some distance since his body was constantly moving but also fading. He was on a thin line of Life and Death, but you both always knew what side he’ll always be on.

You lost count at the amount of times you’ve seen him. With an shaky sigh, you racked up the courage to approach the man who was lying face down on the ground. Nudging him gently to at least get him to acknowledge you. Which indeed worked out since he turned his head over towards you. Blade’s gaze was on you in an instant.

Were you someone who was here to harm him? Blade was on on the verge of his last breath but he couldn’t run away from danger of the world. Even in the state that he was in.

Your arms snakes under his torso. Trying your best to lift him up and help him to his feet or at least sitting up so you can get a proper look at him. The lion cub that was by your side watches as you helped Blade to be in an upright position. He didn’t do anything to protest against it. His silence was enough to know that he wasn’t done with the life he was bear to live. And yours was enough to know that you couldn’t do much for him.

It was a little cycle that happened. You would find Blade on the verge of death, and it would lead to him being brought back to life due to the mara almost immediately. On rare days you would find opportunities to get to at least know who he was. When his body has been too damaged beyond immediate repair, the time you shared will be longer as well.

It was one of those days. He was sitting alone in an empty ally. His body fading in and out at random moments, and this time with you by his side. The mara was always the one cause of his memory loss but he felt solace with you. He couldn’t remember fully of what you’re like. He knew that you weren’t a threat to him. He knew that you were an important person. But he just can’t remember much about you. Even when he did it was when he was alive and breathing well.

Blade’s eyes were consistently tracking your hand as the other was holding a snack for him to take. It didn’t matter if he was a spirit or a living being, you still offered food and water for him to take.

You paused briefly before turning your fully attention over to Blade. A solemn look upon your face that he knew. It was almost time for him to go. He watches as you stretched your arms out a little as if you were implying for something. He tilts his head towards you in response, debating whether if he should accept or not.

Blade knew it wouldn’t make much difference but he raised a hand a few inches from the ground. Letting you do what you wanted to do. Within a few moments, you wrapped your arms around him. Your embrace was warm which made him feel much more at ease than he was before. Though his body tense up slightly at the gesture. He was use to it, but he had an fear of causing any harm to you.

It took his a few moments for him to return the hug. Wrapping only one arm around you since the other was damaged badly. Resting his chin ontop of your head with his eyes closed. He felt you squeezing him tightly as if you were begging for him not to go.

Once he opened his eyes he was in the same place before. Only that you and the little lion cub was gone from your places. His body healing himself to make him conscious of what was happening in the living world. He feels the mara stirring within him once more. Blade casted his eyes elsewhere, the warmth of the hug slowly fading as if it was just a memory he made to give himself some sort of comfort.

He must’ve died. How marvelous.

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[shitty-mechs-headcannons]

Personally believe Jonny has cat like issues with any body of water. Like the crew might want to go swimming and Jonny just glares and hisses at the water.

Big problem arises with bath time cause he refuses to bath or shower unless he's forced to. Not uncommon to see a crew member or multiple (very often including Tim, who has the strength and excessive energy to handle Jonny like that) chasing him down the halls of the Aurora for forced bath time. He calls it a mutiny every time. (He will not admit to liking the feeling of someone's hands in his hair, or the simple joys of bubble baths and the feeling of being clean after a bath. Ever. Everyone knows it though.)

if i had a nickel for every cat jonny ask i've seen today i would have two nickels. etc etc you know how this joke goes

-mod fen

#the mechanisms #shitty mechs hc #jonny d'ville #mod fen

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-01-30

A/N: Happy Holidays Everyone, I feel so blessed to be part of such an amazing community!

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Loki Odinson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

❆ A Midgardian Christmas by just-the-hiddles • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[It's Loki's first Christmas on Midgard [and your determined] to show [God of Mischief] all that a Midgardian Christmas has to offer."

❆ A Christmas Wish [President!Loki] by simplyholl • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "A drunken confession at a Christmas party leads to delightful consequences."

❆ A Walk in the Snow by lady-rose-moon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

❆ All I Want for Christmas by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "Imagine Loki asking you what you wish for Christmas but there is nothing you want. Except him."

❆ All Wrapped Up by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "After getting in hot water with Fury about his shenanigans that revolve around candy cane, you give Loki some advice on how to seduce someone if he really wants to go down the red and white striped road. Even if it hurt you to do so."

❆ Art of Decorating by fictive-sl0th • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki and [you] decorate this years huge Christmas tree in the tower's common room…"

❆ Aurora Lokialis by fictive-sl0th • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Loki surprises you with a birthday getaway to Norway, setting the stage for an intimate celebration.

❆ Birthday Magic by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Everybody around you tends to forget your birthday, because of all the Christmas trouble. Except Loki, of course..."

❆ Christmas Delivery￨Prt. II by the--sad--hatter • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: {…}

❆ Christmas Lights￨Prt II by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine Loki catching you when you fall off the ladder while hanging up holiday lights..."

❆ Cupid's Contract by lokiodinsonofasgard000 • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: When speculation arises around your and Loki's relationship, it prompts a conversation about making things official.

❆ Dreaing of a Green Christmas￨Prt. II by joyful-enchantress • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

❆ Expectations and Opportunities by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Loki has some questions about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe."

❆ Flavours by mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You spend the night testing out new flavors with your god of mischief."

❆ Getting Through the Winter by anonymousfiction211 • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Noticing something is amiss with you. With a little help from Natasha he makes it his mission to cheer you up, while battling with his own anxieties in the process."

Invitation to Stay [Jotun!Loki] by fictive-sl0th • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Following the Jotunn prince royal's invitation to his Yule feast, you came with adoration for Loki who made sure his dear n would never leave again."

❆ It's Christmas After All by smolvenger • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "It seems you are spending Christmas alone... until Loki joins you."

❆ It's Not a Secret I Try to Hide by hopelessromanticspoonie • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You push and you push and you push. But the doors around Loki's heart won't budge, even as his arms open wide. Will it ever change?"

❆ Let It Snow by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine sneaking out in the middle of the night with Loki to play in the snow."

❆ Merry Mischief by coldnique • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

❆ Mischievous Miracle by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Used to stressful family Christmas, Loki offers you the opportunity to spend the holidays with him instead.

❆ Mistletoe Kiss by winterfrostlovetriangle • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "What will one kiss under the Mistletoe cause the God of Mischief to do? Will his girlfriend see past his tricks and accept his offer?"

❆ New Year's Kiss by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine kissing Loki on New Year's Eve."

❆ On the Naughty List by joyful-enchantress • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: {…}

❆ Peace by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After an outing to the Christmas Tree Farm goes awry, Loki does a little soul searching in his."

❆ Perfect Present, the by coldnique • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: {…} It's Christmas at the compound your and Loki's first chris

❆ Presidential Christmas Present [President!Loki]￨by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine working for President Loki and filming his annual Christmas speech. But then, knowing that he is about to give you the rest of the year off to celebrate Christmas, he gots the idea for an entirely different video to keep for the time you're gone.."

❆ Reliable Liar by curseofaphrodite • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Loki being a simp for Y/N.

❆ Silly Tradition by fanficshiddles • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Loki thinks Christmas is ridiculous and a waste of time. Until you surprise him with a gift, then he finds that perhaps it's not all that bad after all."

❆ Sleigh Ride by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Snow Day by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Whilst enjoying a snow day in Asgard, you discover Loki's true parentage."

❆ Snowed In by winterfrostlovetriangle • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "So, we're kind of snowed in."

❆ Traditional by asgardwinter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki finds out some midgardian traditions that he had no idea about, and he likes it very much."

❆ Up on the House Top by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: It's Christmas, an this holiday season Loki is planning a very special surprise for you

❆ A Cozy Christmas by holymultiplefandomsbatman • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ A Promise Sealed with Light by asgardwinter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Are We Doing This Right? [Immortal!Reader] by asgardwinter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ As the Clock Strikes 12 by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Bested by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 •

❆ By the Light of the Fire

❆ Decorating by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

❆ Freezing by asgardwinter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Happy Christmas

❆ Ice Skating by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

❆ Late Christmas by your-highnessmarvel • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Mistletoe by acciotherapists • 〔F〕 •

❆ Mistletoe and Mischief [President!Loki] by sserpente • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Mistletoe Kisses by sleep-i-ness • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Thank Stark by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Winter in Jötunheim by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

❆ Wrapping Presents by wewritesoyoucanenjoy • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Kissing Loki Under the Mistletoe… by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •

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chapter eight

word count: 0.8k

Before

Charles couldn’t help but stare at Rory as she laughed at something he said. They were walking through the streets of Andorra, hand in hand, exploring the local shops and cafes that lined the cobblestone streets.

“Hey,” Rory nudged him with her elbow, a mischievous look in her eye, “stop staring, you’re making me blush.”

Charles chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through him at her playful teasing, and pulled her closer to him. “Can’t help it, mon amour, you’re just too beautiful.”

Rory rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at her lips. “Smooth, Leclerc.” Their lips connected in a small kiss.

They continued the stroll through the small town, making the most out of their time together that was quickly coming to an end.

Now

Charles knocked once…twice…and three times and no one answered the door. So he picked up his phone and called the person whose front door he was outside of.

“Hi chérie, I’m outside, if you could come…” the door slammed open.

“I’m so sorry, my alarm didn’t ring and I just fell asleep and now I’m late…” they both walked inside the house, “you can go if you want to and I will just uber there or something.

“Amour,” Charles grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him, “don’t worry, go get ready and I will be here waiting for you. I agreed to take you today, I’m not backing down from that.” Charles kissed her forehead and walked into her kitchen leaving her standing there looking into nothing.

Aurora turned her gaze to Charles and admired as he tried to find what he was looking for in her kitchen. He was making this impossible for her.

Charles stopped cutting the strawberries and admired as Rory went up the stairs still in her cute little pajamas and a smile grew on his face. But he quickly shook it off, he couldn’t be mixing things up, he had agreed to be just her friend and if he wanted to stay in her life just friends would be it.

As Rory rushed to get ready, Charles busied himself in the kitchen, preparing a simple breakfast for them both. The familiar tone of the song that Rory had put on while she was getting ready made the silent space welcoming.

As Rory descended the stairs, “Hey, are you all ready?”, a warm smile lighting up his face. She looked beautiful, despite her rushed morning, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her.

"Breakfast is almost ready," Charles said, gesturing towards the table where he had laid out plates and utensils. "Sit down and relax for a moment."

Rory nodded gratefully, taking a seat at the table as Charles finished up the last few touches on their meal. They fell into an easy conversation as they ate, discussing their plans for the day and sharing lighthearted anecdotes from their past adventures.

After breakfast, Rory hurried to gather her things, while Charles collected the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. “All ready to go.”

Rory stood in front of Charles with a cute smile on her face and seeing that he had put the dishes away she reached up and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek making Charles blush.

When they arrived at the paddock, Charles parked the car and turned to face her, his expression softening with sincerity. "Are you sure about this?" he asked quietly, his gaze searching hers for reassurance.

Rory hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Getting out of the car at the same time as him would mean that people would see them together and like every time they see a new woman getting out of Charles car dating rumors would arise and their little arrangement would be made public.

"I'm sure," she replied, her voice steady despite the flutter of uncertainty within her. "Thank you for doing this with me, Charles. I appreciate it more than you know." She reached for his hand and gave it a good squeeze.

Charles smiled at her, squeezing her hand back. "I'll be here for you, Rory. No matter what happens."

With a nod of gratitude, Rory waited until he got out of the car and then got out, already feeling the cameras on them and hearing the people calling for him. Charles walked around the car to her side.

“You okay?” He squeezed her arm gently.

She nodded and he reached out gripping her hand through his as they made their way through the people that were there to receive him. Rory hung back a little bit and admired him as he interacted with his fans, signing things and taking pictures with them.

Throughout all the time she had known him and the first week of their deal, she had never seen him in this environment, surrounded by the people that loved him in his home country. It was a beautiful sight.

Charles turned around to see where Rory was and when he saw the smile on his face he couldn’t help but mimic it which led to a couple of photos from the fans.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #formula one #f1 #f1fanfic #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc x oc

[moonstrider9904]

Lake Shores

Chapter Eight of Half-Moon Glow

Pairing: Crosshair x Female OC (Aurora Dawn)

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Summary: Clone Force 99’s respite continues on a distant forest planet, which makes meaningful declarations arise between Aurora and Crosshair. In the midst of it all, a new and daunting mission assignment reaches the squadron.

Tags/warnings: Explicit (18+, minors begone). Making out, armor kink, brief mentions of injury, light angst, but also lots of fluff and soft!Crosshair. One (1) terrible pun. 

A/N: here’s a small filler chapter with the best of both worlds. Good ol’ fluff and good ol’ Clone War angst. Just a lil something to move into the next arc of the story. Enjoy!

Word count: 4.3k

Aurora questioned whether she preferred the opulent, elegant Passacaille hotel on Coruscant over the chilly air, swaying leaves and cloudy skies of the forest she currently sat on.

She felt the dirt and dry leaves, cool against the soles of her bare feet. With her knees hugged close up to her chest, her gaze shifted between the green spruce trees and the bright clouds, never finding even a glimpse of blue in that misty sky. The singing of the birds in the background magically complemented the occasional drip and drop of the lake before her, its shore starting not five meters from her, all entwined in one beautiful melody of peace.

“You’ll get dirt stains on your uniform,” the voice of her beloved filled her ears from behind.

Not looking at him yet, Aurora smirked. “You can always pat me down to get it off.”

“Is it possible for you to already be such a tease this early in the morning?” Crosshair chuckled as he sat on the ground next to her. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing and everything,” Aurora replied. “The absence of anything human made is kind of the appeal of this place.”

“Yeah,” Crosshair agreed as he too gazed at the vast nature before him. Being the sniper that he was, he was more used to seeing the broader landscapes a planet had to offer than the average soldier, usually from atop a cliff or a tree or a tower, always ready to look into his scope at the slightest of movements. Being there on the ground with Aurora made him reminisce of that, but it also could not have been more different.

“Where are the others?” Aurora whispered, almost as if she were afraid to break the silence.

“They went to set up the comms antennae,” Crosshair said through gritted teeth, having started to chew on a toothpick without Aurora noticing. “So much for having nothing human made in this place.”

“I’ll take it,” Aurora spoke in a normal voice. “Sending us here for that sole purpose while we waited for another mission was probably the best order we could have gotten.”

“Well, it’s an order we actually followed,” Crosshair smirked. “That ought to tell you.”

Aurora giggled and looked over at Crosshair while he kept examining the landscape, finding herself at a loss for how the sunlight filtered through clouds made him somehow seem warmer.

“I see you looking,” he muttered.

“Do you?”

Crosshair shrugged and leaned back, resting his weight on his forearms on the ground and crossing one leg over the other. “I know, I’m gorgeous. You can’t help it.”

Aurora laughed and extended her legs too, shifting her weight closer to him. “Well, that you are, even if you’re a proud—”

“Ouch,” Crosshair groaned in fake pain.

“-arrogant,” Aurora continued.

“What did I do to deserve that?”

“-insufferably cocky—”

“Last I checked, you didn’t have a problem with any of that, darlin’,” Crosshair purred, flicking the toothpick aside.

“Flattering yourself much?” She leaned in to kiss his snarky grin.

Crosshair gave a deep chuckle into the kiss as he felt Aurora’s hand brushing his chest over his armor, and to add more heat into the kiss, he sat up so that he no longer had to rely on his arms to hold his weight, allowing him to instead wrap them around her waist. It was one of the things he loved doing the most, to hold her soft curves in his hands where she would be close to him, where he could feel she was his.

“We’re all alone, you know,” Aurora whispered between pecks.

“What are you suggesting, doll?” Crosshair prompted. He went on to plant a series of butterfly kisses over Aurora’s cheeks and cheekbones, and he let one of his hands travel to the back of her head where he could entwine his fingers in her lavender locks.

“You know what,” she purred in return.

Crosshair chuckled again and he broke the kiss to firmly hold Aurora’s torso, lifting her and himself to standing. Briefly, his heart sank when—careful as he was—Aurora winced in pain and looked down at her thigh.

“Aurora—”

“No, don’t worry.” She squeezed Crosshair’s bicep with her hand. “Please.”

He sighed quietly, his brown eyes filled with worry.

“I shouldn’t have been on the ground in the first place,” Aurora reassured him. “The harder it is to get up from a position, the more risk there is of some discomfort. It wasn’t your fault.”

Crosshair took his hands from her waist to the top of her neck and brushed his thumbs gently on her cheeks. “You know how I feel about that blast wound.”

“If you weren’t the one pulling the trigger, then it isn’t your fault,” Aurora said. “A lot of feelings come up when I think back to Christophsis, but blame set on you isn’t one of them.”

Crosshair gave one more sigh.

“Please, trust me when I tell you I’m okay,” Aurora’s voice softened. “And that I do not hold you responsible for this wound, or for what happened back there.”

An unfamiliar emotion took over Crosshair as he felt himself compelled to press Aurora to his body. He embraced her fully, arms tightly securing her as if he were suddenly afraid someone, or something, would try to take her from him.

Maybe that was what he was so afraid of.

Maybe he would have that fear for as long as she was in the army.

“Hey,” Aurora whispered. “You okay?”

“Sure,” he answered dryly.

Aurora parted enough from the hug to look him in the eyes, raising a brow. “Bull.”

Crosshair sighed. “You… know I’m not much for conversation.”

“You have your moments,” Aurora smiled at the thought of their night out at Coruscant. “But you don’t have to say anything now. I just want you to stop blaming yourself for all of it.”

“It’s not just Christophsis.”

“Whatever happened between us during our messy start, we’re past that,” Aurora wrapped her arms around Crosshair’s upper back, stroking his nape gently. “Aren’t we?”

“Yes,” Crosshair answered without hesitating. “I just…”

What was happening with him? Why did he feel a knot in the middle of his core?

“Cross,” Aurora whispered.

His thoughts quieted and he set his brown eyes on her purple ones.

“I love you,” she said.

The softness in her voice was unfathomable to him, the beauty that her unique timbre gave to those three words took the air from him, sending him into a brief yet sweet vertigo. Crosshair removed immobile, but not unmoved, as the softening of his usually hard, precise gaze gave him away. For all he felt at that moment, her words gave him care, hope for redemption, but hardest of all was the helplessness at not saying it back when she finished uttering the phrase.

“Cross?” She asked him, her voice shaking with a hint of insecurity.

Crosshair tightened his grip ever so slightly in reassurance. “Aurora…”

“Do you feel it too?” She inquired softly.

His gaze relaxed and he looked straight into her eyes, able to stop the trembling in his body. “Yes.”

She smiled. “Then I can wait for you to say the words, however long it takes.”

With that, Crosshair crashed his lips down onto Aurora’s. One of his hands maintained its gentle hold on her jaw while the other one, with a hungrier touch, clenched the hair behind her head. Aurora shifted her weight onto her good leg and perked herself on the toes of that foot so that her torso could press up to his, and now there was no space left between them. Their kiss was luscious, and it held a hint of desperation, an incessant need of one for the other.

They paused their kiss and looked each other in the eyes, panting to catch their breath. Between them arose an unspoken agreement to take things to the inside of the ship—it’s not like anyone would see them. They were alone as it was, and it would be even better if they were secluded within the steel and glass of the Marauder.

Crosshair took Aurora’s hand and led her up the steps of the platform with care and pulled it up once they were both inside. The air was warm inside, cozy, even, and not a sound could be heard. Gone was the singing of the birds and the swaying of the spruce trees in the wind. It had been replaced by the couple’s breathing, which grew shorter and needier with every beat of their hearts.

Aurora stood there, her figure contrasting with the light that came in through the Marauder’s windshield. For all the blood and horrors and fears she had seen throughout the war, she seemed so soft and gentle, with her wide curious eyes and delicate curves, and the way her straight-wavy lavender hair fell down her shoulders. So worthy of protection.

At that moment, Crosshair felt as if war was no place for her.

His gaze softened at her and he walked up to her. Aurora was ready to kiss him again, but Crosshair went and wrapped an arm around her waist as he bent down to support her legs with the other. He sat down on the copilot’s seat with her in his arms, resting her legs over the armrest while he supported the rest of her weight.

“Does that hurt?” He asked her.

“No,” Aurora sighed, unable to contain the desire to kiss him any longer.

Hungry as it had been before they’d made it into the ship, the kiss grew in heat when Aurora pressed her body closer to his, positioning herself at a taller height. Her hair fell down the sides of her head, brushing against Crosshair’s cheekbones where he could pick up on her sweet scent—it tore him from reality. His mind raced as he felt her touch over his body. Aurora’s hands trailed up his arms and onto his shoulders, passing the edge of his armor where his skin began at the sides of his neck. When her hands went downwards over his chest, her fingertips caressing every texture on his armor, she let out a moan followed by a giggle.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your armor?” Aurora purred, biting her lower lip.

Crosshair chuckled. “Is that so?”

“You look incredibly handsome in it,” she said before nibbling on Crosshair’s lip, making him shudder with delight.

“How about without it?” Crosshair prompted.

“Mm,” Aurora straightened her back, pausing their kiss, only to look him in the eyes. “Would you believe me if I told you I’d rather you kept it on for the next part?”

“I can find my way around most of the things you like with it,” Crosshair smirked. “But there’s one large thing I wouldn’t be able to use.”

Aurora laughed. “Well, I suppose one of the pieces of your armor can go.”

“Atta girl,” he whispered, pulling her back down towards him.

She kissed him with more heat and ran her hands over his chest plate. The sensation of the plastoid against her palms contrasted with the warmth of Crosshair’s skin and the coarseness of the shadow of his beard beginning to come in. That was yet another detail that she loved about him, and it sent her mind reeling. Aurora’s lips trailed kisses on his jawline, switching between them and tender nibbles, enjoying the low-pitched hums escaping from Crosshair. The need of him took over her, and her hands grasped at the pieces of his armor, tugging on them, teasing him, as she made her way down just enough to begin tugging at his codpiece, the one piece she was intent on removing.

The Marauder’s platform hissed and it began to open and descend, announcing the arrival of company. Aurora and Crosshair squirmed out of the pilot’s seat as fast as they could—it could had been faster had it not been for the blast wound—and while they were both on their feet by the time the other three members of the squad climbed on the ship, Aurora’s messy hair and Crosshair’s crooked plastoid pieces told the tale.

“Hey,” Hunter cooed. “Are we interrupting?”

“Get out,” Crosshair replied.

“Your rooms are right there,” Tech’s hand movements appeared cross-wired as he attempted to choose between gesturing at the bunks and facepalming.

“Crosshair, get your fucking codpiece straightened—” Wrecker looked away. “My EYES.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes and readjusted his armor while Aurora blushed and looked away, softly trying to recomb her hair with her fingers.

“So…” she began. “How are the comms beacons?”

“Fully erect,” Hunter wiggled his eyebrows, only to earn himself a shove from Wrecker and a grimace from Crosshair.

“If you would behave like civilized, intelligent beings,” Tech rubbed his forehead. “We would be able to discuss the fact that the beacons are now fully operational. Now that they’re put in place, we just have to wait for confirmation from the other squadrons sent out on similar missions on different systems. If we all succeed—”

“The Republic will have a higher capacity for long distance comms,” Hunter said proudly.

“Which will prove advantageous,” Tech said. “Placing these on remote planets with little to no inhabitants, the Separatists would take too long to find and disrupt the source of these comms even if they caught on.”

“We did our job correctly, now we wait,” Wrecker pouted. “We don’t do waiting.”

“I’m waiting now,” Crosshair slurred through gritted teeth.

“It should not be long before our next assignment,” Tech tried to reassure them.

“He’s right,” Hunter said as he made his way over to the passenger seat on the opposite side of the cockpit. He sat down and took out his vibroblade to spin it between his fingers with enough expertise to not need to look at it. “Best enjoy ourselves. We won’t be here for longer than tomorrow.”

Silence fell inside the Marauder. Judging by how the previous few missions had gone, every one of the members of the squad felt dread over what was waiting for them next.

“Um…” Aurora broke the silence. “Has… anyone mentioned resuming the mission on Christophsis? Setting up the base?”

“Like hell I’m taking you back there,” Crosshair frowned.

“It is my understanding that the base on Christophsis has been postponed indefinitely,” Tech consulted the information on his datapad. “High command will most likely look for a different planet to continue the mission in. There is no telling how many hostile forces were actually on the planet, and it is highly unlikely that our encounter finished them all off. Besides, the Republic’s eyes are on another objective already that could potentially replace the effort for Christophsis, or similar.”

Hunter met eyes with Tech as he spoke those words, his gaze hardening. Aurora noticed and focused on Hunter’s movements—the way he stopped spinning his blade in his fingers, his grip tightening around the handle, the furrowing of his eyebrows that was so faint it was nearly invisible. Being the sergeant, he obviously knew what Tech was talking about, and he must have known what that “other objective” was.

But judging by Hunter’s demeanor, Aurora could only assume the mission wasn’t worthy of any optimism, and that was as alarming as going into a mission blind and unarmored.

“Wherever we’re sent,” Hunter sheathed his vibroblade within his armor, “I suggest we all get some more rest. Can’t get too much of it with our lifestyle. And eat up, too. We’ll get a fresh stash of rations before setting off anyway.”

“Sarge ordering us to eat and sleep,” Wrecker chuckled. “That’s an order I can follow.”

“Don’t finish all the food,” Hunter told Wrecker as he got up and made his way into his bunk.

“You had to ruin it, didn’t you?” Wrecker groaned and followed after him.

Tech shut off his holopad and looked at Crosshair and Aurora, his expression blank. “If you two insist on consummating, I must ask you not to do it in the ship’s cockpit.”

“Is your room available?” Crosshair grinned.

“Not there, either,” Tech answered, and he too made his way into his bunk.

The couple were left alone once more in the cockpit in a silence that was perhaps more dense than before. All the teasing seemed to escape from Crosshair and he walked over to Aurora, hands reaching out for hers. “What do you want to do?”

She smiled with drowsy eyes. “I kind of just want to lay on a bunk with you.”

Crosshair’s features softened. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I am,” she blinked. “It just suddenly sounds like a nice thing to do.”

Crosshair squeezed her hands in his and didn’t say another word. He led her to the back of the ship where the small rooms were, three of them with their doors closed already. They entered Crosshair’s room and he helped her onto the bunk, after which he went back out of the room. Aurora watched the empty space between the doorframe, puzzled, until Crosshair’s silhouette emerged once more as he held a fresh box of rations.

Aurora beamed at the sight of Crosshair closing the door behind him with the rations in hand, and when he caught onto the way she was looking at him, he laughed.

“What?” He asked. “I thought you liked lying in bed with snacks.”

“I really am a simple creature,” Aurora sat up on the mattress and held her hands out to grab the box. “Please tell me there’s cheese in this.”

Crosshair sat next to her, their backs resting against the wall behind them. Her body once again was pressed up to his, and he wrapped his right arm around her, pulling her even closer. Aurora opened the rations box, her eyes twinkling at the sight of multiple rolls of cheese with what appeared to be ham. She grabbed one and took a generous bite of it, holding it up close to Crosshair’s lips as she chewed.

Gently, Crosshair kissed the side of her head. “It’s yours.”

“I’m not offering again,” she teased. “I will finish these.”

With a deep chuckle, Crosshair accepted the bite she’d offered. He took what was left of the roll, holding it between his teeth with half of it still out, facing down at her. Aurora perked up and took the remaining half with her teeth, letting her lips brush against his before pulling back down with a giggle.

“If you tell anyone outside this room I did that, I’m going to deny it,” Crosshair said.

“I understand,” Aurora grinned with mischief. “It’s probably the cheesiest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Go to your room,” Crosshair said bluntly before matching her grin, earning musical laughter from her.

They finished what remained of the ration box without much conversation, and when all that was left were crumbs, Crosshair set the empty box aside. Aurora scurried on the mattress to fully lie down, with her head resting on Crosshair’s chest. Crosshair did the same, and with the ration box gone, he now had both of his arms available to hold Aurora close to him.

And they lay in silence. Through his armor, it was harder for Aurora to hear Crosshair’s heartbeat, but if she focused, she could feel it there. But stared up at the gray ceiling, and while Aurora’s mind quieted down, Crosshair’s mind was racing.

Why couldn’t that fear leave him alone? He was so afraid of Aurora’s wound so much as acting up with an ounce of pressure being placed over it. The knowledge of their next mission assignment not being even one full rotation away put a weight over his shoulders that he had to carry alone.

What was he supposed to do, tell Aurora to leave the army? Leave with her? They’d both be prosecuted for that, and neither would have any chance of winning.

Time moved forward imperceptibly for Crosshair, and though the clouds and the small size of the window between the wall and the ceiling of his room wouldn’t let him see the sun gliding across the sky, he could eventually tell when it was getting darker. Aurora’s breathing deepened and she seemed to become warmer, and in her deep slumber, her grip tightened around Crosshair. The only thing he could have possibly wanted at that moment was to remove his armor so that she would have a softer pillow to rest on, but he was certain any movement would wake her.

He didn’t have the heart to interrupt her dreaming. She deserved to rest.

In the silence and the darkening sky, Crosshair fell asleep too. He had no way of knowing how long it had been when his eyes opened again, only then there was no more gray daylight coming in through his window. Instead, a soft silver gleam crept in through the glass. In the hours that had passed, the dense clouds had cleared from the sky, and now the little piece of sky that he could see was laden with stars and decorated with a half-lit moon staring right back at him.

Crosshair lay in silence long enough to notice the occasional cloud drifting past the moon and the stars. Through the window, Crosshair watched the half-lit moon, its ethereal light hazy in the thin layer of clouds coming and going. It seemed to watch him back, at times brighter than others, even if it wasn't in full splendor due to being in its first quarter, or was it the last quarter? Crosshair couldn't tell on his own account.

Aurora was the one who'd know that detail, but he wouldn't wake her up to ask.

She rested so soundly in his arms. Her breath fell over his chest as she nuzzled his skin, breathing deeply in her slumber. Crosshair held her protectively, enveloping her body with his, keeping her warm and safe.

Suddenly, he wanted her to wake. He wanted to hear her voice, to look into her eyes, to kiss her. He wanted to speak the words boiling in his chest, the ones that had refused to leave him when she wanted to hear them. Crosshair wanted her to hear them now, and he only hoped she could. He didn't think it would be right to stall it further.

"I love you."

A whisper in the night, one heard only by the moon herself, and after the words were in the air, the light of the half moon vanished behind the clouds, as though in saying so, he could finally let her rest.

*

When morning came, Crosshair found that Aurora had woken up before him. When he moved his body, he found himself sore from sleeping with his armor on, but he hardly cared, not as long as Aurora wasn’t equally or more sore, anyway. He opened his bunk room’s door and was met with an empty hallway, but he was able to hear the faint chatter of two of his brothers coming from the cockpit. Eventually, the sound of Aurora’s voice could be heard as well—he relaxed, finally knowing where she was.

Before he could go to her, he felt a hand firmly clenching his left shoulder, making him turn around to face a stern-faced Hunter.

“We need to talk.”

Crosshair raised a brow, prompting his oldest brother to speak. Hunter crossed his arms and exhaled, his gaze falling to the floor briefly before he looked up at Crosshair again. “It’s as we feared.”

It didn’t take long for Crosshair to catch on. He’d heard the comm chatter and the rumors too. That other objective Tech had talked about the day before, the one that would blow off any of the GAR’s interests on Christophsis and any other planet for that matter. The one that was famed to be the toughest warzone the war had seen yet.

“Umbara.”

“This time, it’s General Skywalker who needs us,” Hunter nodded. “The only reason he does is because he won’t be with the 501st himself.”

“Hunter, I can’t take Aurora there,” Crosshair blurted.

Hunter looked up at Crosshair, not surprised that she was his first concern. “She’s still a part of this squad, and we need medics over there.”

“She can’t even walk properly,” Crosshair whispered, his gaze hardening. “And even if she could, have you heard who’s taking over for Skywalker?”

“Yes,” Hunter nearly growled. “Which is why we have to show up. No matter how much we may not want to.”

Hunter could see the worry culminating in Crosshair’s eyes, and with a sigh of resignation, the sergeant came up with a plan.

“I’ll let Cody know Aurora’s still in recovery,” Hunter said. “He won’t force us to take her there if she’s wounded.”

With a long exhale, Crosshair managed to release some of the tension, and he looked into Hunter’s eyes without any barriers, as honest as he ever could have been to his oldest brother.

“Thank you.”

Hunter nodded and gave Crosshair’s shoulder pad a brotherly tap. “Now we have to tell the others.”

Crosshair nodded at his brother while he walked by, and the two made their way into the cockpit. When they were there, Crosshair locked eyes with Aurora as Hunter broke the news of what their next mission would be, and as he spoke, Tech began plugging in coordinates back to Coruscant, though his usual resolve in doing so had faded. Wrecker made no jokes. Hunter, for a moment, couldn’t meet eyes with any of his brothers—he’d be leading them into what felt like a deathtrap.

And Crosshair locked his gaze on Aurora’s, giving a faint shake to his head. Though wordless, Aurora seemed to understand what he was trying to say, for in her eyes, the trepidation grew.

Crosshair knew she would want to go with them. But he also knew, better than he knew anything, that he’d do anything to protect the woman staring back at him.

Anything.

And that sometimes, a goodbye would serve a better purpose.

He just wished he’d come back in one piece.

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a request about being tristan and aurora sister and klaus be in love with you ( not aurora) and you come back because of the prophecy and klaus is your sire ( basically the TO3 plot with a happy ending) :)

TRUE LOVE STANDS THE TEST OF TIME — k.m

pairing klaus mikaelson x fem!reader

summary you and klaus fell in love when he came to stay with your family, the demartels, in france. but he leaves you in the dust when problems arise. what happens when a millennium later, you and klaus reconnect due to a war between the sirelines? (based on the TO3 plot)

warnings slight violence

author's note I'm so sorry this one took a while to come out, I really just wanted to make sure I did your idea justice😭 I hope you enjoy, love! Also, thank y'all so much for 100+ followers, we've grown so fast and it means so much to me

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Klaus had never encountered a girl more enchanting than the Lady Y/N. He still dreamt of her, even after all these years. The traces of lavender and vanilla in the tresses of her hair. Her glowing smile accompanied by the dimple in her right cheek. Her bright eyes and how he swore they held the stars in them. She was magnificence personified. And that haunted him.

Klaus was laid on the field with Y/N's head on his chest. His fingers ran through her hair as she drew light patterns on him with her fingertips. "If only we could remain like this forever," Y/N spoke. She thought of returning to the castle, seeing the faces of the family that had resented her since she'd killed her mother in childbirth. She thought of how unloved and unappreciated she'd felt her entire life. And then she thought about the man next to her, and how he had been the one to see everything they hadn't. "I know, my love. But I promise you, one day, we will marry. And we will have all the time in the world to adore each other."

He was also haunted by the reminder that he'd lost her. How she'd told him that she loved him and that she'd spend her whole life running with him if it meant that they could be together forever. But Klaus refused, knowing Mikael would destroy her the same way he had destroyed Klaus. And she was too precious to him to ever put in harm's way. So he let her go. He let her go just as he'd been forced to let go of everything his heart had ever desired, all in the name of Mikael.

"Niklaus, please. Make me like you. Strong, powerful. That way you won't have to worry about my safety as you do now. We can run from Mikael together. I cannot bear the thought of him hurting you, or losing you forever. I refuse," she pleaded, her hands cupping his jaw as she looked into the blue orbs of the only man she'd ever loved. Klaus grabbed her wrists gently, "No. You are perfect as you are. And I will only ruin you. So that is why you must remain here where you are safe." He stared into her eyes one last time ensuring the compulsion took, before parting from her for the last time.

Klaus thought back to that night, as he always did. He and his siblings were planning to leave France. He'd been on his way to bid farewell to the woman he loved. The woman he'd been waiting for. The woman he would have to release from the captivity that was his adoration. But all of those thoughts were put on hold as his gaze landed on the floor at the bottom of the steps, where Y/N was lying unconscious with a large gash on her forehead. And he knew that parting from her would be in her best interest, no matter how much it tore him apart inside.

"Y/N! No, no, no!" Klaus exclaimed as he ran to his beloved. He bit into his wrist and pressed it against her lips, praying to whatever god there was out there to allow his blood to save her. He sighed with relief as Y/N slowly regained consciousness, her fingers wrapping around Klaus' wrist as he held her in his arms. When she released his wrist from her lips, she turned to look at him. "What happened to you, my love?" Klaus questioned. "I was in search of you. Rebekah spoke to me of your plans to flee. I could not let you leave, not without me. We belong together, Niklaus. Don't you see?"

Klaus shook off his feelings of regret as he heard someone enter the courtyard. He left his bedroom, walking over to the main area of the compound. He stopped in his tracks as his eyes found her, standing right there in front of him with her arms crossed and an unbothered look on her face. He thought for sure that his paranoia had turned into full-blown hallucinations. It couldn't really be her, could it? A thousand years after he had chosen not to turn her, chosen to set her free from the curse of loving a Mikaelson. "Y/N?"

"I wasn't going to show up here, but Lucien oh-so-graciously reminded me that you aren't too fond of surprises," she spoke, taking a swig of the bourbon she'd poured herself. Klaus took a few steps toward her, choosing not to get too close. "How are you alive?" He questioned. "Mikael came looking for you and your family the night you fled France. Someone took it upon themselves to reveal to him that you and I were...connected. He found me and he drove his sword through my heart when he realized I had no intention of giving up your whereabouts. And thanks to the powers of vampire blood, here I am."

Klaus should have known that Mikael would always find a way to hurt him and his loved ones, no matter what lengths Klaus had gone through to protect them. It was something that never would have changed, had Klaus not defeated him. "I didn't want this for you, Y/N. I didn't," Klaus told her, looking into those same eyes he'd been dreaming about for a millennium. They still held those stars, held the same fire in them. The fire he feared he would have burnt out if he'd stayed with her. "Stop. I didn't come here for this. I only came to make my presence in 'your city' known. That's all," she said, setting her glass down as she began to walk out of the compound.

Klaus watched Y/N as she began to walk away. He watched as he was losing her again, and he knew he had to at least try to stop it. He couldn't let her go again, not after all the years of regret and pain he felt over leaving her. So, he flashed in front of her causing her to jump slightly as she stopped in her tracks. "Get out of my way, Klaus," Y/N said, her tone meaning business. "No. I'm not going to allow myself to lose you again, not when I have the opportunity to stop it." Y/N rolled her eyes, "I'm only here for the prophecy. Once this is all over I'm leaving, and I'll never have to see you again."

Okay. Not gonna lie, that stung. But he understood why she was acting the way she was. After all, he had set the course. But that didn't mean he was done trying. He would never give up on Y/N. "I love you, Y/N," Klaus spoke, looking straight into her eyes. "Don't. You don't get to just tell me you love me after a thousand years like it's nothing," she argued. Klaus raised his hands carefully to rest on her shoulders, "Can you honestly say that you feel nothing for me? Nothing at all?" He looked into those eyes again, and he knew she felt it too. That flame between them was still burning so brightly.

Y/N stared back at Klaus, the man she'd loved with everything in her. And then she came to her senses, breaking their shared gaze and removing herself from his grasp. "A millennium has passed and yet you've been in my heart every single day. Every. Damn. Day. But do you know what else is in my heart, Klaus? The hurt and the pain you caused me when you left me with the family who despised me just for being born. All I had was you, and you chose to leave me. I promised you I would stand by you and you promised me an eternity alone," Y/N explained.

"Because I was an idiot! I let the woman I thought could only ever exist in my dreams slip through my fingers due to my own fear and paranoia!" Klaus exclaimed. "Y/N, I love you. I have loved you since the first day I saw you, and I have loved you every day since then. And if you give me another chance, I swear to you that I will make you happy. I will spend the rest of my immortal life loving you and protecting you. I will give you the life you've always dreamt of, and I will not cause you another moment of pain. Please, Y/N. Don't leave me. Don't leave me here without you, again, because my heart won't bear it."

Y/N's instincts were screaming at her now, 'Run. Run fast. Don't let him suck you into his world again, just to be spat out when you're an inconvenience to him.' But when she looked into the eyes of the man she'd known so well, she knew. She knew he was true. His heart was true. And so was she. So was hers. And so she kissed him with everything in her. Pulling away, breathless, she looked up at him.

"Okay."

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𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 — 𝟏

Pairing(s): Klaus x Reader

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Warning(s): slight smut

Author’s Note: hello, my name is aurora & this is my first fic on tumblr. i don’t want to make this long, i just wanted to say hi & i’d very much like your feedback on this. i plan to write more oneshots, preferably long, and series. please let me know what you think of this. ok bye and thanks! oh btw, please reblog :)

Parts: one (currently reading) ┆ two ┆three

It had happened again only this time it was worse. It had gone too far. Thanks to Niklaus’ dealings behind his brother’s back, she was in this mess. It wasn’t meant to happen this way, this was not the plan but when did Klaus ever listen to anyone but himself?

The sun had risen and set twice so Y/N knew she had been held captive for at least two and a half days. She would question why he was taking so long to find them but that’s not an answer she really wanted to know. She knows he’d say he was working his hardest, doing his best but that wasn’t why. He would never admit it.

Her head had finally stopped its incessant pounding, at the time she could feel the rush of blood. She could smell it too, yesterday she was sure she tasted it. Copper, similar to that of a coin or the end of a small battery. She couldn’t think of other things that tasted like blood, those were the first two. Her hands were bound in shackles and she was in a cell that was as dark as the night. She doesn’t remember how she got here, one minute they were making a deal then an ambush and now she’s in a cell. It didn’t matter how she got, she knew who got her here.

He was sitting in a cell across from hers, head hung low, coughing every minute or so. For the first time since they got here, she finally got a good look at him. His bloodied shirt had stuck to him like a second skin. The dried blood on his chin vividly reminded her of last night when he sank his fangs into their throats, a cheshire smile on his face as they died. One by one, they fell but before he could applaud himself, he was on his knees. Screaming whilst he held his head with both hands, a stake plunged through him from the back to the front. He spluttered bloody saliva all over before falling. The witches smirked at his temporarily dead body before disappearing just as quick as they appeared.

We had decided to make the deal at the graves. I’m sure there’s some irony somewhere in there, something about deals and devils. The witches had wanted a certain foe defeated and in return, they’d leave the family alone. I went along because I alone could calm both sides should anything arise, and of course things did rise. Niklaus being the paranoid man-child that he is, decided to make a side deal. He agreed to get rid of said foe but only after he learned why the witches feared him. It’s no secret they could’ve killed their enemy but something was stopping them and that is what Klaus wanted.

Y/N couldn’t care less about it all. Yes she was curious why the witches couldn’t just do it themselves but she wasn’t curious enough to help their enemy. The entire time during the meeting, she knew something was off. She found out about Klaus’ deal at the same time as everyone else but that wasn’t it. Something was in the air, it felt chilling and cold. It wasn’t death, she knew what that felt like and this wasn’t it. She knew it’d reveal itself but it’d be too late.

It wasn’t until Niklaus had fallen that she figured it out. There was no foe, the witches had planned it all. It was a trap but not just any ordinary one that ended in exchanges. This ended with someone’s death, hers.

“Still trying to work it out?”

He was awake again. The coughing had stopped but it’d start again in less than a minute.

“Won’t you speak to me?”

A few seconds.

“Y/N, I’m–” the coughing fit started before he could finish.

There it was. It’ll happen again in two minutes. Yes, she had been keeping track of his breathing, not that she needed to. He’d be fine.

“Fine. Don’t speak then.” His voice sounded gravely.

Silence descended upon us for a few seconds before his coughing fit began anew. At this point he was just pretending and doing too much.

“Could you shut up?”

“Ah, she speaks. Got worried you died on me, I’d never hear the end of it from him.”

Y/N had grown tired of him. She’d grown tired of his coughing and his words, hell his whole existence bothered her. Once upon a time he was more to her but never again.

She had laid down and placed her legs on the wall, her body was at a ninety degree angle. Her eyes had been closed before she made the wrong decision of speaking to him. Planting her feet firmly against the wall, she pushed herself off of it and got up in a sitting position. Her legs weren’t bound, there was no need, but they weren’t strong enough to walk so she crawled from the corner of her cell towards the bars. She could see him much more clearly now. There was a vervain plant tied to the vent that blew directly at him. On the other vent, there was a wolfsbane plant. That explained the obnoxious coughing. If he were a normal vampire or wolf, he’d be dead.

“Why’d you do it?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Since when have witches asked us for help without a hidden agenda?”

“Please. You didn’t do it out of the goodness of your heart, you have none. You wanted to team up with their enemy in hopes of having something over the witches but it backfired.”

“Did it?”

“You’re so blind, it’s laughable. What a spoiled bastard you are.”

He growled at that. Y/N always knew precisely what to say to get under his skin. He hated the name even though it’s what he was.

“Don’t.” He warned.

“What bastard? Enlighten me on what you’ll do.”

“Y/N don’t start. Not now.”

“I would’ve let you die. I did let you die.”

“I’m still here.”

“Because of him.”

Y/N pulled away from the bars but not before she saw the flash of hurt on his face. She didn’t stare long enough to decipher it, she turned around and leaned her head against the wall. Closing her eyes as though that would shut him out.

~ flashback ~

Niklaus regretted his decision ever since that day. He had met Y/N first a little over 100 years ago, paying respects to her dead at the cemetery. She sat outside on the black metallic bench that was next to a huge grey mausoleum. He assumed it to be her familys’. He was meeting a witch in the cemetery, not too far from where he currently was but something kept him still. He stood there and watched her, half wanting to say hello but also walk away. He should’ve walked away.

“Are you going to hide and ogle all day or will you come out?”

He had been caught. A small smile found its way to his face and he walked forward until he was no more than four steps away from her.

“Sorry, I didn't think you’d notice.”

“Because I’m not a vampire?” She arched a perfectly shaped brow up. “I don’t need to see you in order to feel you.”

“I see. And what do you feel?”

“That’s a broad question. I feel sad that they’re dead, I feel tired from work, and I feel that you should be elsewhere.”

“Would you like to know what I feel?”

“For me?”

“Presumptuous but yes.” He smirked.

“It’d be presumptuous if there were others but since it’s just me, it’s not.”

The smirk remained on his face. Something about her made him want to know more. “Do you always speak your mind?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“No reason at all. It’s refreshing.”

“You’re good at that, you know.”

“What?”

“Stalling.”

He looked down at his feet and chuckled. Caught again. She pulled her eyes away from him and looked up at the sky. In a few hours, it’d be a full moon so she needed to get going. She got up from her seat and placed her phone in one pocket and keys in the other. He knew she was leaving but didn’t know what to say to keep her longer. It’d been ages since he met someone he could easily banter with, he liked her the moment he laid eyes on her. It wasn’t her light brown eyes that looked golden in the sunlight that he liked. Or her breast length curly midnight black hair or physical attributes. Nor was it her sense of style, her boldness, or the wit he knew she had. It was simply just her.

He offered to walk her to the main street and to his surprise, she accepted. They walked in silence but it was peaceful. He would steal glances every now and then but she’d catch him each time. She didn’t complain, only smiled. Her hands remained crossed against her chest, his hands were interlocked behind him like the gentleman he was. The closer they got, the noise became louder. Once they reached, she scanned the crowd and he watched her then turned to face him. She thanked him for the company but kept her distance, he accepted and gave a genuine smile. Before it got awkward, she walked away and disappeared into the crowd. He didn’t even know her name but that didn't matter. He could never forget her face.

Over the next course of days, he would actively search for her. He’d return to the mausoleum to look for her. He didn’t want to ask about her because he enjoyed being the only one that knew her. She was safe. The moment he’d ask around, she wouldn’t be. One day he found her in the place he least expected but should have. She was in Rousseau's, sitting on one of the bar stools at the far end. Her head was hung low as she nursed her drink, Camille offered a sympathetic smile. Without thinking it through, he walked in and made a beeline for her.

Before he even said a word, she had already turned around. Even though her eyes were sad, her face still smiled.

“Hello again.”

“You didn’t hide this time.”

“Would that make you smile?”

“Smile?”

“You’re sad, upset. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She turned to Camille and silently thanked her then looked down at her purse. She rummaged through it but he was faster than her, he quickly placed a fifty dollar bill. Camille smiled and took it without a word then turned and left them.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

“I can pay.”

“I know.”

She sighed and finally looked up at him. “What do you want?”

“To know what upset you.”

She stood up from her seat, tripping all the while but he held her. His arms were around her waist, holding firm. The heel of her black stiletto boot was broken. She groaned when she realized that it was also stuck in the bar stool. She had a habit of putting her feet inside stools, she’d been doing it ever since she was a child. Her feet would dangle but once she was old enough, she’d sit on stools just so she could put her feet under it but this was the first time she got stuck. He let her go once she was steady and leaned down to remove her leg. The broken heel fell down, he picked it up but not before removing her shoe.

“Thank you. Looks like I’ll be needing a new pair.” She said as she lifted her other leg to remove the other shoe.

“As much as I like this bar, I don’t believe its floors are clean to walk on.”

“I have to get home, I’ll just shower when I'm there.”

“Alright but not alone.”

Before she could think, let alone say anything, she was lifted off the ground and sped out of the establishment. He placed her down the instant they were outside. He was worried she’d yell at him for picking her up but instead she looked at him and just walked ahead slowly. He picked his pace up a bit and soon they were side by side, speaking of the night. He knew she didn’t want to talk so he didn’t push, that was something out of his character but he didn’t mind it. During their walk, he learned her name and she, his. He didn’t speak of his family besides the fact that he had five siblings, one brother was dead. He learned she was an only child, her parents were alive but didn’t live in New Orleans. They walked and spoke until her home came into view, she hated living in the city and in complexes so her parents gave her the family home before they left. She was there alone.

“This is me.” Y/N stopped in front of a white stone house with black framed windows and door.

“It’s lovely. I assume you enjoy the quietness, aside from the neighbors of course.”

“I do. And they don’t bother, their children can get quite loud though.”

The neighborhood was mainly for family but that’s precisely why she stayed there. It was safe. All the supernatural beings kept to the French Quarter, the others to the bayou, but these neighborhoods were safe.

“Thank you again. For the shoe and the company.”

“Anytime.”

Y/N felt it but didn’t know if she should do anything. She wasn’t going to do it, she was just thinking about it. He felt it but what was it and would he act on it, he thought to himself. For the second time that evening, without thinking, he reached for her hand and pulled her gently towards him. He tucked back a stray strand of her hair but took his time memorizing her face in the moonlight. Her lips seemed fuller and those brown eyes now looked darker. He took one step forward to completely close the gap between them. Her heart was racing and her cheeks were flushed but still she looked calm. He smiled at the thought then placed his right palm on her cheek, lowered it until he reached her chin. He tilted it up and left a soft chaste kiss on her lips.

Y/N smiled at its gentleness and closed her eyes. She let her shoes fall on the patio and snaked one arm around his shoulder, the other found its way into his hair. Combing through it once, she felt him sigh contently on her lips and did it again. The kiss was no longer gentle or chaste, it was now filled with lust. Neither wanted to give up dominance but one had to, sadly it was him. She had found one of his sweet spots, running her long white manicured nail, she dragged it up and down his neck then around his ear. He had groaned softly but that was all it took for her tongue to enter. They were practically swallowing each other…in a…well in that way.

Somehow her back was against the door, his hands were all over her. She pulled away from the kiss, long enough to point to her purse. He understood and reached down for it, handing it to her. She removed her keys with ease and quickly turned around to unlock the door. Once inside, she tossed the purse on the table along with the keys then turned to face him.

“Please, come.” She welcomed him in…in more ways than one.

“Oh I will.” He smirked and walked in, shutting the door behind him.

“Jump.” He commanded and she obliged then he sped upstairs to where he figured a bedroom was.

It wasn’t long after they located her room, that they barged in hastiness. This door too was shut and off came his leather jacket then his grey shirt. Her tight black jeans and her shirt followed his clothes on the floor. She sat on the foot of her bed in nothing but her blood red lingerie. She’d have picked a much sexier one if she knew this would happen. His movements slowed as he took her in, like a predator stalking its prey, he walked towards her slowly. His eyes never moved from hers. She slightly opened her legs to give him a small preview and once his eyes left hers and stared below, she quickly closed them. Using her index finger, she called him over. Where this newfound confidence came from was beyond her but she didn’t care, she was going with it.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” He breathed once he reached her.

“I’d say the same to you.” She pointed at his pants and he smirked. He removed them slowly, almost like a striptease. A wide grin found its way onto her face.

He was now in front of her, hands on the bed next to her, he leaned forward and she leaned back. Her legs dangled off the bed while she laid down, facing the ceiling. He was on top of her within seconds, his chest hovered above her breasts and he purposefully lowered himself just to feel her. She propped herself up on her elbows and reached up to kiss him. His head lowered down to her and once again, their kiss turned lustful. He reached his hands down to her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She pulled away, her chest rising and falling quickly. She moved backwards until her head felt the headboard behind her.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

“Oh you’ll have me love.” He smiled a toothy grin. “You’ll have all of me.”

She could practically moan from the words, the innuendos clear. With her legs still wrapped around him, she grinded herself against him, earning several groans. He placed one hand on her silky sheer bra that covered her breasts. He didn’t want to take it off, no, he liked seeing her breasts cupped. She noticed how he stared at her chest, she lowered one of her hands down to push both sides of the bra away from her breasts, leaving them completely exposed. Without a word, she placed her hand onto the back of his head and lowered it down to her breasts. Once he reached closer, his lips parted instantly to suck in a nipple. She let out a soft moan and the more he sucked, the more she moaned.

“Niklaus, please.” He was now gently nibbling on her nipples, alternating every few seconds.

“Mmm, please what love?” He spoke with a mouthful of her.

“More. I want more.”

“What would you like?”

“Both of them in your mouth.”

His head lifted from her chest as he flashed her a smile. She put both hands on either side of her breasts and pushed upwards. He opened his mouth wide and managed to take both nipples at once. Good lord her breasts were big but oh how he loved it. He sucked, bit, and licked to his heart’s content. She closed her eyes to let herself feel it all and enjoy it. He burrowed his face between her breasts and shook it, making them bounce in all directions while his fingers pinched the nipples. Motorboating had never been so fun. He could do this all night but he really wanted to feel her and taste her in other parts.

He pulled his face up and looked at her, her eyes shone with excitement. Reaching one hand between her legs, he slipped it inside her panties and caressed her. The gasp that left her mouth made him smile and repeat his actions. He slid his fingers down her folds, he didn’t want to enter yet. He paid attention to every movement she made, from the tightening of her legs to the thrust of her hips. Just as he had done, she reached between them and slid her hand into his boxers. She had yet to see him but something told her he’d satisfy her beyond her needs. She found him and her mouth widened at how big he felt. Oh hell yes.

“I’d like to taste you.” She said as she stroked him slowly.

“I wanted you first.”

“How about at the same time?”

“You have a filthy mind and I love it.” He smirked then pulled his hand away and she did the same.

He wrapped his arms around her and quickly flipped them over. She was now on top of him but she turned around so her back faced him. Backing up, she lowered herself until she was only inches away. He lifted his head up and used his teeth to drag her panties down. His breath on her mound made her moan. She lowered her head and removed his boxers, eager to see him. He did not disappoint. He was large and thick, every girl’s dream.

Y/N ran her fingers up and down his cock. Her tongue was dripping in anticipation, she put the head in her mouth and let it go with a pop. She repeated this act several times, sometimes going faster and other times torturously slow. While she enjoyed him, he was having just as much fun, if not more, with her. His tongue did all sorts of tricks from laying flat to twisting then curving. Her sounds let him know what a wonderful job he was doing.

Once they were satisfied and had come, as promised, they would take a break then start all over again. This went on for at least an hour, not that they were aware. Y/N had just had her eighth orgasm, or was it her ninth, she couldn’t recall. He got up to get a towel to clean her with but by the time he had returned, she was already falling asleep. They hadn’t begun yet, he had yet to feel her pink wetness and she had her to feel him stretch her. Alas, he wasn’t going to wake her, he wanted her to be fully awake and not at all intoxicated, except on the pleasurable high he gave her, the day he took her. For now, he cleaned her up, managed to find a big shirt to dress her in, and tucked her in. He left her room then eventually her home and went to his own. He’d see her tomorrow. They could try tomorrow.

Tomorrow came and after several assumptions, she had decided to ask Niklaus directly what had happened. Nothing had but something would, he joked. It wasn’t like her, sleeping with a man she met weeks ago and only spoke to twice or thrice in passing. This may be fun for others but not her, she had too much respect for her body. She wanted something meaningful, not a one night stand. Since that night, she avoided him at all costs until the witches started a form of partnership with him. Ever since they had seen her speaking to him, they figured she could represent them and meet with his family on their behalf. She did as told but often she met with Elijah or Rebekah, the moment she knew he’d be there, she refused to go and made an excuse. One day she simply couldn’t.

“Hello?” Y/N had walked into this medieval looking compound that sorely lacked in life.

“Y/N.” He was here.

“I’m here for the book and necklace.” She didn’t want to be here any longer than needed.

“My sister is working on it. Would you like to sit?”

“Have her call me when she’s done, I’ll return then.”

“Have I done something wrong love?”

“Call me when she’s done.”

“Please, tell me how I’ve offended you.”

He hadn’t offended her. He hadn’t done a thing wrong but she knew he can’t be what she wants. They had flirted and done much more than that but it was done. It was better this way, easier to end it now than later when feelings had grown. He could have any other woman, just not her.

“You haven’t. I’m here because the witches are working with your family, that is all.”

He walked forward until he stood in front of her, with one hand he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Can you stay? For me…with me?”

“Niklaus, I have–”

“Please call me Nik.”

The way he was looking at her made her want to give him everything he could ever ask of her. He looked at her the same way as he had in her bedroom that night. The same way he had that day he met her in the cemetery. Y/N could only describe this look as want. He wanted her but more than anything he wanted to be wanted by her. Ever since that night and her evading him, he had wanted to see her. He didn’t want to scare her away so he respected her wishes to meet with his siblings instead of him. Today he had been lucky to be home. He wasn’t going to let her go without trying. He wanted to know what it would be like to be loved by her.

“I’ll stay with you.” That sentence was going to be their undoing.

~ flashback ~ 

Klaus opened his eyes and watched her from across his cell. If he could somehow rewind time, he would for her. He would have done anything for her, he still would, but she wanted nothing to do with him. He deserved it, he knows he did. All he had left were memories of her.

She laughed in a way that made her whole face light up, her smile was wide and bright, her eyes were full of life, and her cheeks rose. He remembered how she would hold him to her chest and play with his curls, the thought of it made him smile. Her hugs felt like home especially after threats that had been made towards her. He’d hug her so tightly until he was sure she was still there.

Though his favorite memory had to be their first date. He booked an impromptu plane ticket to Italy and quite literally whooshed her to the airport and their hotel once they’d landed. She hadn’t complained at all, she was too giddy to do so. He would remember every single detail of that day until the day he died and even after.

He had a hard time expressing his feelings but not when it came to her, it was during their night walk on the beach after dinner when he told her he was in love with her. He whispered it but she heard him. Without a word, she smiled and said ‘finally, about damn time’ which made him laugh. She returned the sentiment but she didn’t have to, he knew how she felt about him.

They were meant to be there for a day or two but that turned into two weeks. Everyday she had asked if they had to return to New Orleans, she’d try to change his mind into staying and she would’ve won if it wasn’t for the attack on his family. Oh how he would’ve loved to ignore everyone and only be with her. She warned that things would change if they returned, he thought she was just worried but she was right. Things did change, drastically.

He should’ve listened to her, he always did but this time he hadn’t. If he’d listened, they would be together and somewhere across the world blissfully happy but instead she was covered in blood and chained in a cell. The woman he loved, the one he wanted to wed now would wed another. His older brother.

All he had were memories of her. Memories she had erased. God, what he’d give to rewind time.

A/N: hi again! how did you like this? all feedback is welcomed. there will be a part 2 coming in the next few days, maybe another part depending on how long it is. this isn’t a series, it’s meant to be a oneshot but then it became exceedingly long to put it all here (over 10k words) so it’s divided into parts. once i write the second part, i will link it here. ok well, have a good day/night!! oh and reblog and comment please :) 

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[zablife]

When was the first time Luca got violent with Aurora? How did she react?

That's such a good question, Shark! Their problems did not arise overnight, but there were telltale signs from the beginning as I'll explore here with this short fic. I hope you enjoy it! For anyone wondering who this couple is, they're from my series My Sun My Moon and All My Stars.

Shattered

Although it was rare for the Sabini family to go a night without dinner together at their large formal table, tonight was an exception. Papa was consumed with worry over a new war with the Spinietta family and everyone in the house was tense with worry, scattering from his office when they realized he was in no mood for company. It was unlike him and Aurora found herself relegated to the kitchen, standing by the window eating nervously.

No sooner had she begun heaping food into her mouth, her father's men filed in for their dinner. The cook piled their plates high with a simple pasta al pomodoro that could feed the army of men currently housed under one roof.

Aurora turned from them to chew an enormous bite as she felt someone at her elbow grab a jug of wine. The new capo swiped it away quickly. "Not tonight. We need to have clear heads," Luca admonished. Noticing Aurora, he brushed a finger down her arm gently asking, "Everything alright?"

"Mmm-hmm," she answered as best she could with a mouthful of food. Luca smiled warmly at her, noticing the drop of sauce that escaped the corner of her mouth. He removed a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at her plump lips, lingering a moment longer than necessary to study her wide hazel eyes.

"Don't be nervous," he said in a calm, even voice.

Aurora nodded her head slowly as she swallowed. “I tell myself that because Papa has been through this many times.” Her eyes wandered to a spot over Luca’s shoulder as she confessed, “But not since the trouble with his heart…”

Luca placed a hand to her face to bring her gaze back to him. “He’s strong. He’ll be alright, yeah?” he offered reassuringly. A grin came over his face as his hand travelled to her waist adding, “He has me now by his side and so do you, tesoro.”

“I know,” she replied, but the sadness in her voice did not abate.

Luca raised the jug of wine in his hand and whispered, “You’re upset, let’s go upstairs for a drink and a little stress relief, hmm? It’ll do us both good.” He dipped his head to nip at her collarbone as the other men in the room looked on, whistling.

Feeling heat rush to her cheeks, Aurora turned from him, stepping aside to avoid his advances. Feeling the need to regain control, she began addressing the men with all her authority as a Sabini. “There are too many of you here at once. Stagger your shifts so my father has better protection,” she proclaimed, unbothered by the fact that she was trumping Luca’s authority.

When they sat motionless, mouths agape at her command, she stepped closer arching a manicured eyebrow as she added with a sharp clap of her hands, “Andiamo!”

Luca sucked his teeth in disapproval, but didn’t speak right away. Instead, he looked down at her plate with a chuckle. Taking it from her hands he taunted with saccharine sweetness, “You wanted the dinner all to yourself you should have said so, maialina.” He said it with such amusement some of the men hid smiles, thinking it only a playful gesture between the pair.

However, the moment they were alone, Aurora pushed past him with fury hissing out, “Porco!” Seconds later the plate flew past her head, smashing into pieces against the wall. Aurora cringed, holding her head in her hands. She didn’t dare look back, refusing to believe he’d thrown it.

When she got to her room and glimpsed her reflection in the mirror, she realized her white dress had tomato stains down the back. Tears welled in her eyes as a knock came at the door and she hesitated before opening it.

Luca stood with the most sorrowful expression she’d ever seen, mirroring her emotions. “Please, I don’t want us to fight. I love you so much,” he said, taking her hands in his. She embraced him and shut the door behind them. He removed her tainted dress with a soft touch, no more words exchanged between them as he threw the garment on the fire.

All was forgiven as he made love to her that night and they were seen at breakfast the next morning hand in hand.

“What a perfect match,” the maid cooed to the chef as she returned to the kitchen with the trays.

The cook didn’t reply as she scraped food into the bins, glancing at the shards of pottery hidden at the bottom.

*maialina means little piggy/piglet

*porco means pig (disgusting person)

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[talonabraxas]

“At the dawning of the great cosmic day, the First Logos, the Father, said to the Third Logos, the Holy Spirit, "Go, fertilize my spouse, the chaotic matter, the Great Mother, so that life can arise; look into it." Thus, this is how the Father spoke, and the Third Logos reverently bowed, at the dawning of the aurora of creation.” “Three Sephiroth of form are found in the Pillar of Severity (Binah, Geburah, and Hod). Three Sephiroth of energy are found in the Pillar of Mercy (Chokmah, Chesed, and Netzach). The Pillar of Equilibrium is between these two pillars, where all of the distinct levels of consciousness are found (Kether, Tiphereth, Yesod, and Malkuth).” Samael Aun Weor The Logos 🔹🌀🔹 Invocation: The Holy Spirit Talon Abraxas

[inafieldofdaisies]

Url Song Tag | Tagged by @statichvm ❤️

Prompt: spell your url name with song titles. Leaving some top picks from the titles mentioned below too.

i -> Insane by Kendra Dantes n -> Next to You by Charlotte Cardin a -> Arise by CLANN f -> Fingers by Chinchilla i -> Instincts by Aiko e -> Erode by Tender l -> Lilith by Saint Evangeline d -> Dear Rachel by Jayen x District o -> Old wounds by PVRIS f -> Flare by Ashwarya d -> Desert Rose by Lolo Zouai a -> Artemis by Aurora i -> In Madness by Constance s -> Sin on the skin by Jpolnd i -> Into the Blue by Galleaux e -> Empyreal by Roniit s -> Sugar baby by Rachel Lorin, Call Me Karizma

Tagging @poisonedtruth @aceghosts @direwombat @madparadoxum @jillvalentinesday @chazz-anova @clicheantagonist @nightbloodbix @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @florbelles @fleurviolettes @voidika @v0idbuggy @stacispratt @cassietrn @trench-rot @unpetitoiseau and anyone that would like to do the tag ❤️

#Spotify #url tag game #music tag #music game #tagged <3 #song recs #currently listening to #favorite songs #music recommendation #tag games

[primordialsoundmeditation]

Message for 24th February ~*Be Honest With Yourself*~

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This message indicates that you’re hiding your true feelings and aren’t being forthright about an important topic. The fairies urge you to admit your true feelings to yourself.

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Do you feel stuck? Depressed? Tired? Angry or irritable? These are symptoms that arise when we’re dishonest with ourselves. Maybe you feel that you can’t afford to be honest with yourself and that you don’t have a choice. This card isn’t asking you to make any radical life changes or have a confrontation with another person. However, it is urging you to admit your true feelings to yourself.

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One easy way to get in touch with our true feelings is by going outside and engaging in a silent conversation with the fairies who live amidst the flowers, trees, and grass. Even if you can’t yet see or hear the fairies, mentally tell them everything that you’re thinking, feeling, and experiencing these days. Ask them to help you get in touch with your deepest feelings. The fairies love to hold a mirror up to us so that we can see and admit the truth.

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Affirmation: "It’s safe for me to be honest with myself and others. I speak my truth with love."

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Aurora's Love

[comicaurora]

So, you said that you're gonna end up incoporating some cosmic horror elements into aurora down the line. Was this planned from the start when you first started thinking about it, or did it arise because of you applying fridge logic to your own work?

if anything there's less cosmic horror in it now that I've mellowed out and am less full of rage than I was at age 12

#asks #behind the curtain

[princess-ibri]

Some more proper info on my Canon Descendants version of Mal's (Mallow) father, Gavin.

The original Descendants movie's novelization said that her father was a mortal man who Maleficent had been with but later scorned for being "weak", which is what I've based my Canon Descendants backstory for him in, along with taking some light inspiration from the Maleficent movies for his looks and a bit of OUAT stuff for flavor xD

Gavin's Story

Gavin was a knight of a kingdom that had fallen under a tyrant, Gavin had turned against the monarch but been forced to flee for his life after his underground activities were discovered

He wandered the waysides and out of the way places, earning his keep along the road doing odd jobs for villagers and fending off fell beasts when they'd arise

Finally he was sent off by some frightened villagers to try and settle a creature that had slithered down from the Forbidden Mountains, a minion of Maleficent that had been searching for the Princess Aurora and been perceived as trying to either steal or eat several babies

Gavin tracked the creature to Maleficent’s castle, but his travels had drained him, and he fell asleep near the great door, waking to come  face to face with the Mistress of Evil herself

His polite, down to business manner and lack of fear upon meeting her intrigued Maleficent, and on a whim of interest she invited him in to the castle, learning something of his story, upon asking Gavin if he planned to try and slay her as a gallant knight ought,  he said it would be a poor return to her hospitality if he did. Her creature as far as he could see hadn't done any real harm, just startled some folks and he made a rule of only attacking those who attacked him first. Her interest growing in this odd exiled knight, Maleficent invites him to stay as she finds him "a break in the monotony of the past 13 years"

The two slowly begin to gravitate towards each other during Gavin's stay, which ends up lasting a year and a day, culminating in them confirming and consummating their love

However, opening her heart to love begins to undo the darkness surrounding Maleficent and dissipate her power, including the curse cast on Princess Aurora, which by now she only has one more year to find 

Feeling this and terrified of losing her power, unwilling to give up her vengeance in return for love, Maleficent casts a curse on Gavin (finding herself unable to kill him) which transforms him into a black fox, sending her minions to chase him out of the Forbidden Mountains and into the surrounding woods. 

Soon after, Maleficent realizes she is pregnant with Gavin's child. Despite her determination to recommit to the forces of evil, she finds she cannot bring herself to rid herself of this last reminder of her first and last love, and gives birth to the child, determining to bring it up in Darkness, though she is ultimately killed by Prince Phillip in the following year, and the child is found and raised by the Three Good Fairies and named Mallow, leading to her and Princess Audrey's story 

Gavin stays stuck in fox form, bound more by his own grief then Maleficent’s posthumous powers, until he's eventually found and restored by his daugher Mallow on her travels with Princess Audrey

Link to Maleficent’s backstory

Link to start of Mallow's story

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